"Oh, c'mon, I thought we had all gotten past the suspicious stage." Bryn was sat upon one of the biobeds of the room, next to Jim, and both wore similarly exasperated expression for the CMO.

The whining coming from the female Kirk was, in McCoy's opinion, annoying. But compared to Jim, it was tolerable.

"Bones, really, this is so unnecessary. We've had weirder stuff happen to us before. You really don't need to run a blood test." Jim was trying to, and failing with, using logic to get out of the situation. "Just look at us, we're two peas in a pod." He and his granddaughter both tried to give the doctor their best smiles, obviously trying to look more similar in hopes of avoiding the needles. If it wasn't for the few differences in color (e.g., her black hair and brown eyes, or slightly more olive-toned skin), he'd almost believe them. Almost.

Honestly, it was surprising that both of them were so averse to him doing it. He was hoping that maybe, just maybe, Bryn had more sense than Jim. He could feel a headache growing already, the kind that could only be remedied by a large class of bourbon. "Shutup, both of you," he finally snapped, grabbing Jim's wrist and tugging his arm out to insert the device that'll take a sample of his blood. As he expected, Jim's whining of his rough bedside manner followed shortly after he was done, and Bryn was even more wary of him. "Arm. Now." He held his hand out expectantly, giving her the same stare he gave Jim when the man wouldn't let him do something. Really, they were children. No, worse. He never had to spend so much time coercing a child to do something. At least he could bribe children with candy.

After a short hesitance, he finally had her sample drawn as well and was making his way back over to one of his microscopes, grumbling the entire way. He could hear the two of them whispering about him, loudly, across the room, but he chose to ignore it and not rise to the bait. His teasing with Jim was a normal thing for them, but now that Jim had a kindred spirit with the same bright eyes? He wasn't sure he was ready to have to take on two of them.

"I used to wonder if he was always so grumpy or if it was just me," Bryn whispered to Jim, glancing away from McCoy. "But now I think he's just always been this way."

"I think it's just us," Jim tried to answer the riddle helpfully, leaning back on his arms to watch his best friend across the room. "Or, well, it was just me. Now it's us." He watched his granddaughter, wincing at the thought of her being that, trying to figure her out. He had never thought he'd even have kids, let alone get to the grandparent stage. "So, the future…"

"I don't know if I can tell you anything like that," she answered quickly, turning slightly to look at him. "I mean, I could, but Ambassador Spock would be fairly annoyed with me, I'd imagine. Something about destinies, more than likely."

Jim rolled his eyes at that, huffing out a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah. I got that from him already."

"So logically, Captain, you know not to bother your granddaughter for more information," Spock spoke up finally, causing both Bryn and Jim to turn to where he was off to their left. "The timelines have altered enough already, judging from what Ambassador Spock has claimed, that many events she knows of may never even occur here."

"It can't be that different, can it?" Bryn asked, her eyes firmly locked on Spock. If anyone had a good idea, it would be him, and she knew to listen to him. She had trusted him in her timeline, so she figured she could here. "And where is Ambassador Spock?"

"On New Vulcan," Jim answered for Spock, shooting a wink as the Vulcan gave him a glance that he knew meant he was annoyed that the spotlight had been removed from him.

Bryn's confusion was clear on her face, in the way her features scrunched up as she turned to give Jim an incredulous look. "New Vulcan? What do you mean "new"?"

"My point exactly, Captain," if Spock was smug, it definitely showing then. "The timelines began changing when the Romulan ship Narada arrived shortly before your birth. The destruction of Vulcan further severed the similarities in the two timelines."

"Destruction of Vulcan?" Bryn's voice held every amount of the surprise it should've. "You're kidd-… Vulcan was destroyed?"

Spock's face tightened at the memory, but as an account to his incredible control, he showed no more emotion than that. "Yes. The Romulan Nero created a black hole event at the core of the planet."

"I-..." Bryn seemed completely stalled at that revelation, the carefree facial expression she had been wearing replaced by one of mild grief: the first instance in which Jim decided she may be more like him than he originally figured. He was pretty fond of hiding his emotions behind masks too. "I grieve with thee." She locked eyes with Spock, trying to portray some sort of sympathy to him, but didn't offer him the typical salute that would go with the gesture. He was shocked at her words, she knew, but it was the only thing she knew to offer. She knew that just saying sorry wasn't enough to make up for the loss of an entire planet, but she didn't feel right doing much else. "I was raised on Vulcan," she added as a sidenote, watching as Spock's eyes became slightly more interested. "Well, for a few years, anyway. More on Vulcan than Earth."

"Oh-kay," McCoy's gruff, southern voice broke through the tension that had been growing, making his way back over to the trio. "Enough of that. So, congrats, Jim, you're the father."

Jim gave his friend a blank look, trying to figure out the best comeback for that. He really had no idea.

Bryn was sniggering by now, shaking her head. "You just go straight for the kill-shots, don't you?"

"Oh, sweetheart, this is the first time he's not had a comeback in months," McCoy was grinning as he crossed his arms, staring at Jim expectantly. "This is a good moment. Jim Kirk, silent. It's a beautiful noise."

"But now that we have this all settled, can I speak to Ambassador Spock? Is there a way to open a comm link with him?" Bryn was back to her original intent, her eyes on Jim. He'd be the one who made the decision if she could or not, after all.

"Yeah, let's go see if Uhura can open a line," Jim jumped off the bed, more than willing to get away from the already gloating Bones.

Jim led Bryn through the hall to the turbolift, more than willing to point out any part of the ship and rattle on about it to her. He was very proud of his ship. Spock and McCoy just walked along behind the two, sharing glances every once in a while. They were both surprised that the sudden appearance of yet another time traveler hadn't gone wrong in any way, shape, or form. It would be the first time they'd gone on a mission and not had something bad come from it. They only hoped it would stay that way.