It was one of those days where they were exploring space, boldly going where no man or woman has gone before. You could find some of the crew in the rec room chatting, some playing violins, some using a piano in the holodeck that had some glitches but still was getting was better by the passing months and holographologists working on the holodeck on Earth. You could find engineers in the engineering room. A few patients in sick bay. Scientists in the science lab doing calculations. If you went to the bridge would be followed by a doctor in a short sleeved shirt with blue eyes and graying hair.
The atmosphere on the bridge was light, and friendly.
"What are you here for, Bones?" Jim asked.
"Well I went into my quarters to have a quick nap, and look what I found," McCoy held up a square device. "Your Nintendo DS."
"I did not leave my nintendo in your quarters," Jim said. "And I do not have a Nintendo."
McCoy held up a square device with a flat screen in the center that had big bold letters reading 'J.T.K's property'.
"Yes, you did." McCoy replied.
Jim had a short but caught red handed laugh.
"What is a Nintendo?" Spock asked.
"It is a device we used back in the day to amuse ourselves," Jim said, as McCoy handed the device to the captain. "Though the evolution of it was stalled due to inconveniences."
"Hmm. . ." Spock noted. "Amusement."
"Don't tell me," McCoy said. "Vulcans meditate to have fun."
"Fun is illogical." Spock said.
Uhura turned away from her station.
"Captain, there is a hailing frequency coming from a nearby planet," Uhura reported. "It is a federation class starship distress signal."
Jim shared a look with Spock, puzzled, and in disbelief because they had not been attacked or anything for that matter. The Enterprise was put on Red Alert in case of there being a hidden Romulan or Klingon starship. One necessarily should be prepared in the likes of a sudden attack. A Earth like planet was found when the Enterprise approached the source of the alert. It had taken all but fifteen minutes to arrive. They hadn't seen this planet on their way into this star system.
"Hail them." Jim said.
"Aye, captain." Uhura said.
"Hello, this is James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise. How may we be of some help?" Jim asked.
There was silence.
"This is James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise," Jim repeated. "We have come to help."
Then there was a static like sound at first.
"Enterprise?" Came a voice.
"Affirmative, this is the Enterprise." Jim said.
"Oh my god. Not again." There was a groan following it on the line.
"Excuse us?" Jim said.
"Your full name is James Tiberius Kirk, you were born in Riverside Iowa in 2233 on March 22nd. You are the youngest man to take the captain's chair. You also have a extremely rare psychic connection with Commander Spock, now that I have your attention, I have a series of requests that should be taken seriously and with caution. Also, I don't want any more damn people to die."
"How do you know?" Jim asked.
"Well, Captain who-gets-his-shirt-torn on every mission, I am not tellin' you." The other McCoy said.
"We are responding to a ship distress signal." Jim said.
". . . That was sent a long, long time ago." The voice had turned sad. "Are we in Federation Space?"
There was a pause as Jim looked over in the direction of Spock.
"Yes." Jim said.
"Who is this?" McCoy asked, as they heard a sigh of relief over the audio.
"I am you," The voice replied. "I am from a different universe and we have a lot of patients need to be taken to a nearby Vulcan colony. Plenty of Vulcan refugees."
McCoy was frozen where he stood hearing in the young voice of a man he did not recognize.
"There is no need for Vulcan Refugees," Spock said. "And it is illogical for that."
"Your voice never changes, Ambaa-Commander. Damn it." The other McCoy said.
"Who are you?" Jim asked.
"Doctor Leonard Horatio McCoy of the alternate timeline. You have to beam up a lot of Vulcans and send down three phasers. We do not want a quantum problem that kills a few people aboard your ship. M'Benga, Nurse Chapel, and me. I have been waiting' one hundred thirty-three years to find out if we could get these people off of here. This planet is capable of phasing through the time continuum and agin' is thrown out the window. I saw the ship I was assigned to explode. I just want my misery to be over. Mr Spock, I believe there is a sayin' for this. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."
"Or the one." Spock finished.
"I am glad Amanda is alive in this one." The other McCoy said, with gratitude.
If anyone was listening closely, they would have heard a Vulcan's heart breaking into pieces.
"By the way, when you take them to Vulcan. . ." The other McCoy said. "Let them cry for petes sake. Give them privacy. Yes, Doctor McCoy, Vulcans are very emotional bein's. They are all liars! McCoy out."
McCoy looked in the direction of Spock with a gaping jaw.
"I knew it!" Were the next words out of the doctor's mouth.
A/N This idea landed in my head. And so I decided to play with it. Good luck reading it if you make it past this chapter :) And thank you for making it to the end of this chapter! I hope you enjoy this story ^.^ I hope this story stood on its own and stood out as unique. It basically started as 'What if AOS Bones ended up on a planet that phased out of AOS after the Enterprise was destroyed and ended up it the TOS with nothing to lose but to save lives?'