Ok, second chapter coming up.

First though I think that I should probably explain the whole radio thing (which I meant to do last chapter. Oops). It was this idea that I had where I thought that it would be cool if the elder Kirk, Spock, and McCoy had this kinda-secret radio thing which they can use to contact each other when communicators aren't available. (Obviously this will have been after Kirk got Admiral-ed). Row Row Row Your Boat is how they alert each other that they are being called because of that one thing in Star Trek: Final Frontier when the three of them are camping and they sing it. The person who answers the call's password is something that the person that is calling them says to them frequently. Like, I was originally going to have old-Jim be the one calling old-Spock. Spock's password in that case would be 'the needs of the one out-way the needs of the many' (at the end of Wrath of Khan). Jim's password to Spock (which I kind of incorporated) is 'I have been and always shall be your friend'. Hope that clears that up for anyone who was confused.

Now, on to the story!

Chapter 2- I'm Glad that I'm Here, but Romulans? Really?

Dr. Leonard McCoy was extremely annoyed. Those idiots on the ship from which he had been going to beam down to Earth from had neglected to mention to him that the 'minor disturbance' had been a goddamn ion storm. Minor disturbance his ass. Ion storms were not minor disturbances and they had the nasty habit of causing transporters to drop you in to alternate universes. How did he know that this is what had happened to him?

Well, that would be because he was most definitely not on Earth enjoying his retirement, and his dead best friend was picking himself up beside him. Leonard decided against getting up, and let his head thump back down on to the ground.

"Damnit," he muttered, "I was supposed to be done with all this. Damn all ion storms to hell."

Jim (not Jim, another version, your Jim's dead, Len reminded himself) whirled around from where he'd been taking stock of their surroundings.

"What the- Bones? What are you-? Oh, right ion storm" after that oh so enlightening statement, Leonard was hauled to his feet. This gave him a rather unfortunate view of the tattooed Romulan coming their way.

"Oh no, RUN!" Bones shouted grabbing not-his-Jim by the arm and dragging him out of the Romulan's line of sight. Up to right behind another Romulan. Now it was not-his-Jim who was dragging McCoy along as they ran as fast as they could (which, for a pair of old men, was pretty quick). By some miracle they managed to not get seen and captured (or killed), and Leonard finally saw what looked like a crew-man's quarters and dragged them into it.

"Can you lock it from in here?" he asked, out of breath.

"Yeah," panted not-his-Jim, and proceeded to do so. They both flopped, breathing heavily, to the floor, and for just a moment, it was almost like- but no. It wasn't, no matter how much he might wish that it was.

"Ugh, I'm way too old for this," McCoy grumbled, letting his head bump against the wall for a moment, and then to not-his-Jim, he said, "Look, I know what this looks like, and believe me I wish that I was, but I'm not-"

"My Bones?" not-his-Jim asked, "Actually, I'm pretty sure that you are. My Bones that is."

Leonard shook his head. "I'm pretty sure that I'm not. Look, I'm sorry. Ion storms have this nasty habit of-"

"Landing you in other universes. I swear that mine has no bearded Spock. Though," not-his-Jim added as an afterthought, "there are two of him here. And me. And you."

Leonard rose his eyebrow. "How the- you know what, never mind. You can't be the Jim from my universe because my Jim is dead, has been for five years. End of story."

Not-his-Jim threw his hands up in the air. "How much is it going to take to convince you Bones?!" he asked exasperatedly. "I know what you guys thought, but I never actually died. I thought I was going to but it turns out that the Nexus is this weird temporal rift thing that kept me in its artificial contentment for like seventy-eight years. Then I got out, with some help, and then I was sure I was actually dead that time, but I woke up in the damn thing again, and got my self out. Not to mention that you're supposed to be dead too, I'll have you know."

Leonard stared at him, brain attempting to process this new tidbit of information. "The Nexus," he repeated.

"The ribbon thingy," can't-be-his-Jim explained.

"And it didn't kill you." He was starting to think that just maybe, especially knowing his best friend, that it just might be possible that-

"Nope. I really am your version of me Bones."

"Prove it." He was this close to crushing maybe-his-Jim-after-all in a huge hug, and he was going to make sure that it was the right Jim before doing that, damnit.

"Uh, well, lets see. Oh!" maybe-his-Jim-after-all now looked absurdly pleased with himself. The feeling that this was the Jim from his universe increased. Of course Jim probably got that look whatever universe he was from.

"See, when I got out of the Nexus I pictured Spock because that's how you get out, picturing where you want to go, and he's the only one that I thought could possible still be alive. And anyway, he melded with me so that we could exchange stories faster, an he told me that you 'died' in a transporter accident due to an ion storm on your way to Earth around five years after the Nexus sucked me in, so how do you explain me knowing that if I'm not- oof!"

McCoy cut off it's-really-his-Jim-after-all, with a massive bear hug. If a few tears slipped out in the middle of his damnit Jim's and his I swear, if you ever do that to me again's, well, he could always claim brain scrambling. Jim hugged him back, and after a few seconds of reveling in the fact that this was really his best friend, right here, he pulled back.

"So, where are we, exactly?"

This launched as quick of an explanation as Jim could muster of what, exactly, had happened before he'd shown up in this alternate timeline.

"So, we're stuck on a ship full of batshit-crazy Romulans hell-bent on revenge?"

"That about sums it up."

"I need a drink."

"Mm."

Just then something occurred to him. "The hobgoblin's here."

"Uh, yeah? What does that have to do with- oh."

Leonard smirked at him as he held up his radio. "I should have him in a few minutes."

"Got it." then he stood up.

"Ah, Jim?"

"Bathroom."

"Ah." As Jim went to do his business, Leonard turned his attention to the radio.

Part of a call, and a full blown rant later, Leonard was still muttering about idiot admirals who insist upon haring off on adventures that they have no business with. Then something rather unexpected came through the radio:

"What in the blue blazes is going on here?!"

McCoy instantly stopped muttering.

"Ah, Spock?" Funny. He could swear that he heard someone sputtering on the other end of the line.

"Yes, Doctor?" he sounded almost resigned.

"Where, exactly, are you?" He had a bad feeling that he knew exactly who all had just heard this entire call.

"On the bridge of the Enterprise, Doctor."

"Of course you are," Leonard muttered, and then louder, he asked, "And I've just announced to the entire bridge crew, including my younger self, that we are from an alternate future, haven't I?"

"That would be correct."

In the background, he heard someone, most likely his younger self grumble, "I need a drink."

"You and me both, kid," he growled, "My God, but this is weird. I'm way too old for this."

"Jim does not seem to think so," the infuriating hobgoblin on the other end remarked dryly.

"Well, I'll have you know that, unlike Jim, I, happen to have more than a pinprick of self-preservation. Jim's never going to admit that he's too old for this, which he is." Goddamn fool, he added silently.

"Quite so. Might I ask what, exactly, he has done now?"

McCoy growled. "He saw the younger versions of you two running by, said something about you helping his younger self, so he gets to help out your younger self, ran off, and locked me in here."

"I see."

"He's an idiot. He should've at least taken me along with him so that I can make sure he doesn't get killed."

"Indeed."

"You can beam me out of here right? And Jim?"

"Aye, that we can," came a voice from the background.

"Thanks," he muttered to the younger version of Scotty. He was about to say more, but a figure limp-running past the door cut his eye. That was most definitely the younger version of Admiral Idiot.

"Hang on Spock, I just saw Jim Junior." He went to the door and banged on it.

"Hey, you over there! Think you could let me out?"

As younger-Jim made his way back, a faintly amused voice sounded from the radio.

"I believe that you said something about being too old for adventures, Doctor."

"Oh, shut up hobgoblin," he cut the connection just as the door slid open.

I'm sorry, I know that this is really short. I was having issues with a smooth transition, so yeah. This chapter didn't exactly go as planned, but I hope it's still good.

Shout-outs to:

AvengingAce: Lol, I hadn't thought about it like that before, but you're so right! Glad I made you laugh :o)

DEE: Glad you like it! That was what I was going for!

Guest: The major shenanigans will commence next chapter, I hope that you like this! Next time you review tho, maybe give yourself a name so I tell that you're the same reviewer?

knightphoenix2: I'm glad that you think so. More than this was will be coming should be coming fairly soon. :o)