A/N: This story was heavily inspired by the Star Trek fan video 'another place and time' by MorraMorgenstern and also the episode'The Inner Light' from Star Trek: The Next Generation. You should definitely check both of these out! [Standard Disclaimer]. Reviews appreciated as always... :)

Massive cracks started to form in the ceiling of the bridge.

"Do it, do it, do it!" He exclaimed. He cut the transmission and clenched his hands down firmly on the Captain's chair. He couldn't believe he was in this position- in command of Starfleet's flagship and warring against an insane Romulan. It was incredible. But right now, their position was very serious. Kirk wasn't about to let his ship be sucked into a wormhole seconds after victory.

The ship shook violently tossing those on the bridge from side to side. Chekov looked back to Kirk nervously to garner any kind of reassurance from him. Kirk's steel face remained. He quickly looked back to the navigation interface and returned to his task.

Lurching.

With an almighty explosion, the Enterprise was flung forward out of reach of the wormhole. The force was immense, it was worse than being on a rollercoaster. It took all of Kirk's strength not to fall out of his chair.

Once the force had eased, Jim sat back in his chair. The bridge was in a stunned silence. Jim's heart was still racing; his thoughts almost came to a complete stop. It was over.

He looked to Spock. Exhaustion was evident on his face. Spock caught the glance and gave a polite nod to Jim which he returned. Jim let out a sigh and rubbed his face in his hands.

With a start, Jim's shockingly blue eyes flew open and he sat up in bed. It was still dark, but then again, it was always dark now. That seemed the norm for a blind man.

He whistled quietly for Jade. The Labrador's head popped up at the end of the bed and made its way down to Jim's side. Jim felt for her and started to give her ears a good rub. Jade seemed pleased by that action and plopped down near Jim's head. She let out a soft whining noise in happiness. Jim loved that noise. He lay back down leaving a hand on the dog as he tried to go back to sleep. Hopefully, the dreams he had of the Enterprise would not return.

The next day, Jim was planning to take Jade for a big long walk, but Peter had other ideas. Peter was Jim's best friend. They were housemates. It was safer for Jim to live with someone and Peter was the perfect candidate. He reminded Jim of a man he called "Bones" from his dreams.

A few years ago, Jim had become very sick. So sick that he had suffered memory loss. Upon waking up, he had suffered a grand delusion that he was from the 23rd century and that he belonged to a ship named the Enterprise. He hadn't thought it was a delusion then of course, and he also seemed to be unaccustomed to having no vision despite having been born blind.

"You tell me what the HELL is going on here! Why can't I God-damn see!?"

"Mr Kirk, please calm down. You have suffered amnesia, you may be confused for a little while." The doctor had said, trying to console him.

A warm hand gripped Jim's.

"Sweetie, it's mum." A very unfamiliar voice said. "Relax sweet-heart, the Doctors are taking care of you. You've had a terrible fever for a few days now..."

"You are not my mother!" Jim exclaimed. "My name is James T. Kirk of the Federation Planet Earth. I demand to know why I have been brought here against my will and how you have altered my vision!"

Jim's arms flailed wildly as he tried to pull out an IV and a breathing mask off. His arms were suddenly pulled down and firmly restrained. He felt the sharp sting of a needle slip into his arm and he was soon unconscious.

That had been 4 years ago. He chuckled slightly as he remembered how confused his family had been over his behaviour. He picked up Jade's restraint and allowed her to lead him out into the kitchen.

"Good morning Jim." Peter said brightly as he flipped over a pancake. Jim sniffed the air. A grin slid onto his face as he sat down at the bench.

"Are you making pancakes?" He said hopefully.

"Sure am buddy." Peter replied. "You need your strength! You remember what we're doing today?"

Jim groaned.

"Yes." He said reluctantly. "I can't do it Pete, what if they don't like it?"

Jim heard Peter set down his spatula and walk over to the bench. Peter put a hand on Jim's shoulder.

"You did this a year ago, you can do it again! It's just the publisher Jim. I'm sure he's going to like this story just as much as he liked the last one!" Peter encouraged.

"Thanks man," Jim said "But this story is different, it's more personal!"

"Your dreams? Are they based on your dreams?"

Jim's face fell slightly. The false memories he had of the Enterprise had overwhelmed him for a long time after his illness. It was only now that he was coming to accept that his crew, his best friend Bones, his loyal first officer Spock... None of them were real. This was real. Earth, 2013. His name was James T. Kirk, the blind man from Iowa.

"Yeah," He said almost sighing. "This one focuses a lot on Khan.."

"The guy who killed you."

"Essentially."

Peter had been instrumental in helping Jim work through his problems. All the stories Jim had about the Enterprise, he told Peter. Peter was fascinated by them but also slightly disturbed that his childhood friend had such strong convictions that the Enterprise and all the people on it were real.

"Well, I'll hand it to ya Jim. The other life you think you lived sure gave you some great story ideas!" Peter said cheekily as he returned to the pancakes. "Oh, they're a bit burnt."

Jim shrugged and scrunched up his face in a non-caring gesture. He heard a plate being set down and hungrily ate up his breakfast.

Today will be a good day, he decided.

"Get your stuff Jim, we'll go soon." Peter said. Jim nodded in response at Peter's general direction.

As Spock would say, Jim thought, it is most illogical to be nervous...