Star Date: Unknown

Location: Unknown

Wherever I was, I didn't know. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and when I tried to lift said body part, I felt more pain. I groaned, dropping my head some and squeezing my eyes shut. Damn that hurt. I didn't even know what the fuck it was, but it hurt like nothing else. My eyes blurred when I finally opened them. Dirt. Dirt floor. Tentatively, I tried to stand, and faltered, but strong arms caught me around the shoulder, helping to ease me to the ground again.

: Spock…? :

No response. I glanced up to see that it wasn't my Vulcan who had caught me. It had been another human. I frowned lightly, slowly trying to stand again. He made a move to help me, and I brushed the assistance away in a small grunt before leaning heavily against a wall and staring to him. We stared for a few seconds, a staring match perhaps? I grunted at the feel of being so close to someone else. My eyes flitted around, looking for Spock.

"Where is-"

"The Vulcan? They took him for further examination. I have no idea where…" He said, staring toward me.

I frowned deeper. "They took him?"

"Yeah, they just up and took him outta here. He didn't say a word."

I frowned deeper.

Shifting around, I began to pace. What was going on? I frowned lightly, before feeling a sudden dizzy spell. My legs went out, and the arms caught me again. Seconds later, the world was a blur, and then..

Darkness.

When I awoke, I was laid against a wall. My head was spinning, and my mind was foggy. I tried to sit up, but decided against it, laying back down. My mind worked slowly. What was going on? I'd never had dizzy spells before, except when drunk but that was because of the alcohol. I could hear small murmuring voices, and wasn't sure who they were. Shifting carefully, I glanced over my shoulder, letting my vision clear to see some people on the other side of the bars, murmuring to each other, eyes lingering on me.

I sat up again, carefully holding onto my head with one hand. Damn, what had they done to me? That man was back by my side, helping me up carefully, eyes drawn to my face. He stared quietly before looking back to the guards, and then back at me. My eyes must has shown my confusion before he eased me up to sit back against the wall and started to talk, rather quickly.

"They said they were going to test something. They believe you have an odd connection with the Vulcan, and they want to find out what it is. I'm not even sure what they're doing to him, but they're doing something now, to see how you react." He explained.

I frowned. : Spock… Spock, talk to me! :

: …Jim… :

: Spock! :

It was quiet. I frowned, reaching for the bond and trying to send him a soft wave of comfort, but it felt so strained, not as easy as it used to feel when we were so close, and yet so far. I pushed myself away from the other male, storming, as best as any pained man could, to the guards and grabbed the bars. They stared at me curiously and tilted their heads some. With grit teeth, I leaned more into it, pushing every word I spoke with as much venom as I could.

"What the fuck are you doing to him? Let me out! You're in direct violation of the federation of Star Fleet!"

They just stared.

"I said let me out of him! God damn it, let me ou-"

Darkness.

The next image I remember was the sight of a large ocean. I was on a deck, staring out over the waters. I heard foot fall behind me, and turned to look. There he stood, decked in his star fleet issued uniform, hands behind his back. I smiled. He arched a brow, but there was a small twitch of the corner of his lips, his way of smiling. I started to stand, but his image faded, flickering out and back in. He looked confused, looking down at himself, before up at me, horror in his eyes.

"Spock!" I cried, standing and running toward him, my hand outstretched.

He reached his hand out to mine, flickered, and didn't return. I stared at the place he'd been, eyes darting around. I called out for him, voice breaking mid name. Running through the small harbor town, I searched, calling out for him and running until I couldn't run any more. My legs faltered, and I fell harshly down on bare knees, cutting them open. I heard my name, whispered, almost like it was on the wind.

"Spock!"

"…Jim…."

"SPOCK!"

"Jim!"

I bolted upright, panting hard, strong hands on my shoulders. My head spun, and I felt ill. I quickly turned, hands placed on the edge of what felt like a bed and vomited. I heard disgusted noises, and a small curse of my name, before I looked up, hair sticking lightly to my forehead. My eyes shifted slowly to stare up at the man I'd just threw up on.

Bones glared down toward me, anger in his eyes. He turned around and grumbled something under his breath before looking back over his shoulder. I looked around, confused. When had I gotten back on board the ship? My heart pounded hard in my chest, and my mind span. I didn't know where I was, or what the fuck I was doing. A hand went to my stomach and held the area, as if it would help.

"Damn it, Jim! I'm a doctor, not a trash can!" Bones snapped.

"Sorry… What… What happened?" I asked, watching as he pulled out a tricorder and started to run it slowly over my body, checking for major damage.

"We got you and the hobgoblin out of there. Dunno what happened, but you're both back safe and sound. But Jim, there's som-"

"Spock? Where is he?" I asked, interjecting.

Bones frowned. "Jim, there's something I need to tell yo-"

I didn't hear the last part, as I'd jumped up, feeling slightly better, and looked around for my boyfriend. A wide grin was plastered on my face as I left my little room in the sick bay and looked around to spot Spock standing quietly near the door, hands behind his back. I smiled toward him and started over. His eyebrow arched, and he stared toward me as I moved. My hands easily moved to his shoulders, causing his brow to arch farther, before I leaned to press a soft kiss to his lips.

I was met with a hard shove, and stumbled back several paces. Spock stared at me as if I'd grown a second head, but quickly schooled his expression, coughing and turning his head away, his face slightly green. He'd never done that before… I frowned and looked around, before moving my hand to breath on it and smell, checking my breath. It smelled fine, kinda.

"Spock, what's goin-"

"Captain, I am afraid that if you try and partake in such intimate reactions again, I will have to report you to Star Fleet headquarters. Such things are not professional, and against my cultures. Please, as I have told you countless times, refrain from touching my person." Spock said, voice cold as ice.

My jaw dropped. Which was right when Bones walked in. He sighed, clapping a hand down hard on my shoulder. I looked over and stared toward him, confusion in my eyes. He looked toward Spock, shaking his head before pulling me back into the room and sitting me down. He stared down into my eyes, and crossed his arms over his chest before leaning his head back.

"Jim, I was going to tell you. He's got… memory loss. He doesn't remember your relationship with him… He only remembers up to the end of the Narada Crisis. I know it's a low blow, but you've got to be able to deal with it, and push on through. You've got a ship to Captain. So-" He stopped, staring at me shocked.

My head was down, shoulders shaking. I had been searching for the bond ever since he started to talk, and suddenly felt so alone. It wasn't there. I couldn't send vibes, I couldn't talk to him. I was alone in my head, and it was… depressing. My hands moved to my head, holding it tightly and trying to stifle my tears. Spock didn't remember me. Spock didn't remember our relationship.

Spock didn't love me any more.

We weren't T'Hy'La.

I was alone.