The next few days passed without much incident until they ran into the Prometheus, the first Federation ship to be captained by a woman, Charlotte 'Charlie' Santiago.
"Hello, Captain Santiago." Jim greeted. She was good friend of his, and he respected her, something hard to be earned.
"Hello, Captain Kirk." She smiled.
"So, watcha doing?" He toyed.
"We are on a mission. Aren't you?" She asked.
"Naw, we're heading back to Earth for another one. We were 'out of range'." Jim teased. Charlie laughed, along with the crews of both ships.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses? Did they turn the lights on too much?" She joshed.
"They're cool. And I like them." He defended, like a broken record.
"You truly are a strange man James T Kirk." She smiled.
But just then, his eyes rolled up inside his head and he hit the floor with a loud 'thud'.
"Captain? Captain Kirk!" Charlie shouted. Spock was by his side in a minute, having to cross the entire bridge, and just as Spock determined he was alive, Jim snapped his eyes open.
"I'm good, I'm good. Ugh, note to self, stop locking your knees." Jim groaned and stood up.
"I'm all right Charlie. I locked my knees. Again." Jim said, as if he'd had a problem. Since no one knew about his past, he could get away with something like that.
"Good. We gotta go, but it was nice talking to you. Goodbye, Captain Kirk." Captain Santiago said.
"Goodbye, Captain Santiago." He said, and ended the communication.
"Captain, do you believe it would be wise to go and see Doctor McCoy?" Spock asked quietly. No one heard him but Jim.
"Naw. Spock I'm all right. I used to do that all the time when I was a kid. Didn't hurt me, as long as I didn't land on anything, or in one special case, anyone." Jim said, lies hidden within the truth. He hated lying to Spock, but there wasn't anything wrong with him. At least, he didn't think so.