It had been a month. A month since they had just appeared in their living room of their flat. A month of wearing the same four pieces of clothing borrowed from John and Sherlock. 29 days since Kirk had discovered the internet. 28 since he discovered Tumblr.

"Bones come look at this its a website. I found other websites but this one is by far the coolest." Jim said sitting on the couch while Bones looked over his shoulder leaning on the arm of the couch. "It's called Tumblr. Bones you can look and read all sorts of stuff! Bones! Look, there are these things called links that you can click, witch is what this is called, and it will take you to the website. Anyway look the lost season of Doctor Who! Finally we can figure out what happened to-"

"Jim, in the words of River Song - Spoilers."

"Oh, right."

One month of living together, and no one had killed another. After this month of not doing any thing Jim decided to get a job. A part-time job at a shop just around the corner. You could call the place and find a repairman for anything. Jim was the electronics expert (even if he took it apart before repairing it).

Soon Jim and Bones had moved in completely taking John's old room. With some help from John (and some money donated by Sherlock) they found clothes that suited them. The flat mates seemed to settle into a routine. Jim had taken to helping John cook or cook by himself. Bones had tasked with the job of making sure they didn't let anything slip from the future. (This was especially hard since Jim had watched a lot of the modern TV shows and wanted to yell at characters that it would be ok or not in upcoming seasons) Also Bones would help John with getting groceries. Sherlock, well Sherlock did what Sherlock did.

At dinner Sherlock and Jim would get in to deep discussions, sometimes dragging Bones or John into the conversation. John and Bones would discuss the medical field with the occasional topic change made by Bones. Over all they meshed very well. Sherlock even found himself liking the two men as well.

"John?" he asked one night after the other couple had gone upstairs.

"Yes, Sherlock?" John replied not looking up rom his laptop

"I like them," Sherlock said sincerity in his words "Jim keeps surprising me. It is somewhat annoying. Bones is very easy to talk to. Witch is odd since the only doctor I seem to get along with is you."

John smiled glad that Sherlock had made more friends. "Jim surprises you?"

"Yes" said Sherlock as if it were obvious "He is a genius but he seems to not want to show it. It is odd."

"Not every one wants to flaunt that fact Sherlock. Not everyone is you."

"True, I doubt the world would want another me."

They even stayed after the case.

This case was hart wrenching. John had to work an extra shift at the clinic so Bones went out to grab a few groceries. Jim was at the flat with Sherlock comparing notes on some joint experiment Jim had been dragged into. When Bones hadn't come back after a half hour Jim started to worry. He had only needed to get three things. He should be home by now. Jim called Bones's cell phone he had gotten earlier that month. Jim was looking at something Sherlock had shown him on the microscope so he put his phone on speaker (something he found out a few days previous). It went to voice mail.

"Hello Mr. Kirk Mr. Holmes." the voice was icy and condescending. Jim's head snapped up along with Sherlock's "I'm sure you will both be hearing this. You see Mr. Kirk Sherlock here seems to like your partner so I will be keeping him. Good day." There was a beep for the message but Jim had ended the call.

"I know that voice," said Sherlock jumping up and grabbing his phone and coat along with his scarf. "Coming?"

Jim jumped up and grabbed his coat before following Sherlock out the door.

Jim Kirk was the captain of the Enterprise he had saved Pike from rogue Romulans. He had saved countless lives and his own crew. Hell, he had come back to life. So why did Jim feel a very large sense of foreboding?