Spock's P.O.V
I don't remember much, the last thing I remember is fucking Kirk and then... waking up in this dull room with grey walls. I must have got really pissed to have blacked six weeks. Wait what? SIX WEEKS! The pattern of the stars have changed by six weeks but that's illogical if not impossible, right?
(He shuts the book upon the realization that he's pouring out his deepest thoughts to some sheets of paper)
6 weeks earlier (3rd person P.O.V)
Spock was just waking up. Confused and drugged up, not to mention scared and lonely, he looked around for his mother. Spying the Captain, he ran over on all fours screaming "Mummy, Mummy, help me I'm scared!" There could be just one explanation; he believed that he was five years old (roughly one year before Vulcans learn to shield their emotions) meaning he had been drugged up on Mauerouche, a drug that could swap the personalities of several people who had taken it! Kirk held him in a tight embrace whispering phrases such as "it'll be alright" and "I'll keep you safe". Yup, definitely Mauerouche!
Kirk's P.O.V
I cuddled my Son fondly, taking in every millimeter of his beautiful face. We sat there cuddling for a minute longer before I grabbed a rattle and began to play with it. Little Spocky watched in confusion for a moment before letting out a cute little giggle and joining in. We played around until he fell asleep and then I just watched him snoozing peacefully for a short while.
Meanwhile in the woods where the Enterprise had been brought down (3rd person P.O.V)
'They will never see their precious ship again, MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!' Thought the semi-Vulcan evildoer to himself, 'once they are blamed for the disappearance of all the inter-galactic credits on vulcan they Will never see the light of day either...'
TO BE CONTINUED