A/N --Just before Edith sees Spock's 'mnemonic memory circuit' contraption in the flop, Kirk brings in a bag of groceries, including "Baloney on a hard roll for me, and assorted vegetables" for Spock. Y'know how it seems like everywhere you go, there are people who look and act, even dress like the people you know? Well, maybe it really is a small galaxy after all...--

Disclaimer-Nope, still don't own it.

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Kirk strolled down the street in his stolen clothes, whistling in a jaunty sort of way. Edith liked him enough already to give them a place to live that was conveniently near her apartment. With the Captain's track record, this meant that by tomorrow he would have a key to her apartment as well. Things were going quite well for the Captain of the Federation's Flagship. Now, if only there wasn't this little detail of Bones destroying their past...

"I know Spock's gonna want friggin' platinum," he muttered to himself as he entered the grocer's. "Well, he's just gonna have to find some himself." He winked at the long-haired Asian girl stacking bags of sugar, and sauntered down the aisles. He, 'digressed', a young blond woman with a bad hairstyle from her path with his...charming smile and...ready wit. After they had come to an end, he turned to see (to his surprise) that the Asian girl he'd winked at was not in fact a girl, but a young man with a wide smile on his face. Quickly dodging the man's amorous intentions and open arms, he ran out of the shop and into the one across the street.

In this one, a man with a clumsy Southern accent was arguing loudly with an attractive dark-skinned woman in a red dress. Kirk winked at her as he walked by, making quite sure first this time that she was actually a woman. He got some vegetables for Spock, wondering as he left the grocer's if he could ever convince the man to try something besides salad. "There's nothing like good, red meat," he said to himself as he found a butcher shop. The man behind the counter gave him a strange look. "Do you sell baloney here?" Kirk asked.

The man rolled his eyes. "Aye, that we do."

"Good, then it'll be baloney on a hard roll for me, my fine man."

"I'm afraid ye'll have tae goo out back fer somethin' like that, Sir." The butcher said, winking.

Kirk blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

"Baloney on a rool 'tis Sir," the man answered, hurrying to fill his order.

Kirk noticed that the butcher was missing a finger on his right hand, and resolved to check his baloney thoroughly before eating. As he left the shop, Kirk was amazed by how popular a color red was for men in this day and age. Blindly he avoids the open manhole that one man wearing red just fell into, and jumps as another across the street is flattened under a runaway piano. "Huh," he mutters. He carries his bag of groceries (assorted vegetables and baloney on a hard roll) back to the flop he shares with Spock. Wondering if there is any way he could convince his Science Officer that the second bed was entirely unsuitable and they would have to make due with one, he doesn't notice as two more men in red clothing get obliterated in peculiar ways. (A killer-rabbit attack for one and a swallow dropping a coconut onto the other).

Kirk walks into the flop to see Spock almost buried behind a mass of sparking wires and glass tubes.

"Captain, I need platinum."

Kirk facepalms.