Leonard couldn't decide which side of Jim's back to slap first, the left or the right. It seemed right to just simply go up to him and give him a good right hook but that wasn't Leonard's style. Plus, Jim was still his Captain and punching a Star Ship captain was a court martial offense. But he deserved it after what he'd done to Spock. Not that Spock and he were suddenly best friends but if Jim had done something this bad to his First Officer, well, he deserved a good punch to the face.

Leonard and Jim had been friends since the Academy and there was little that surprised him anymore. But this took the top slot. Spending the night with his First Officer and then completely ignoring him during work, being cruel to him even if the Vulcan wouldn't complain about it, Leonard knew it was cruel and hurtful. That had to be the lowest of the low for Jim and Leonard had something to say about it.

He waited until Jim's shift was over and he was heading back to his rooms. He waited outside the door, hands crossed over his chest and a smile on his face as Jim approached him.

Yes, he thought, it is good ol' McCoy waited for you. Nothing wrong here, no siree bob, Jimbo. Just keep on being yourself until my hand meet the back of your head!

The moment the doors closed behind Jim and McCoy, a hand connected to the back of the Jim's head. He turned around, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

"What the hell, Bones?! What was that for?" Jim asked backing away from the Doctor. "What I do now?"

"You know darn well what you did, Jim!" Bones hissed. "I never thought you would stoop so low but here we are. How dare you do that to him? To anyone? Here I thought you had changed, that you had become respectable with your promotion but no, I guess I was wrong wasn't I, Jim?"

Jim blinked a few times, trying to process what his best friend had just said. McCoy looked absolutely riled up, his eyes were bulging beyond normal. Sure, Bones got mad a lot and Jim was at the receiving end of his anger most of the time, but this time Jim had no idea what he'd done.

"Seriously what did I do?" Jim asked taking a few steps from Bones just in case the good doctor wanted to hit him again. "Whose 'him'?"

"Don't pretend you don't know!" His eyes became slits, terrible for Jim for her knew this meant the doctor was royally pissed. "Spock! How could you do that to him?"

"Wait-what? What did I do to Spock?"

"Damnit Jim, you are one hell of an asshole," McCoy said walking away, shaking his head. "Lying to him is one thing but to me? I thought we were friends, Jim."

"Bones… Explain."

McCoy stopped at the door, turning back to Jim. "You slept with Spock, Jim. He told me you slept together last night, which is why he was late. You told him to sleep this morning after your night together. And then, the arrogant bastard that you are, you ignore his ass all day, yelling at him for every little thing."

He left without another word, leaving Jim baffled and confused.

Ziggy was dreaming, he knew that. But it didn't stop him from believing it was true.

He was back in his world, back home with his family in his own visage, back when the world was a paradise. He was in bed watching his beautiful wife sleep - her yellow eyes visible from under her translucent eyelids, whooshing back and forth at a steady rhythm. She was dreaming. He loved watching her dream.

Whilst he might be the provider of their family, she was the true genius. Yes, he was considered smart but it was she who developed most of the ideas, he just had more faith and more time to invest in them. They worked as a team, he was one half of a whole, and he wouldn't have it any other way. She was the driving force in their scientific team.

When sleeping, she would mumble a few words now and then, her small mouth moving as she forms the words. He lay there looking at her, counting the seconds until she woke up. At 120,000 seconds, she opened her yellow eyes and smiled.

"Good morning," she said. "Having fun?"

"Yes," he smiled, leaning into her and kissing her gently on the lips. "I was enjoying watching you sleep."

"Interesting," she replied as she returned the kiss. "Are you ready for today? Your big trip to the other world?"

"I'm…" he started. He had no words to describe what he felt. He knew he had to do it, he had to get help for this world, and he was their last chance at survival. But why him – that was the question that plagued him. He was a scientist, yes, but he hadn't developed the technology for the flight. He didn't need to; he had water reserves and the money to buy more. "I am scared to leave you here to suffer."

"Don't be. We will be perfectly safe. We don't expect things to get worst for a few more years. We'll be fine until you get back with help, I promise."

"You can't promise anything," he replied. "Nothing is predictable, everything can change in the blink of an eye. You said that to me once, remember?"

"We will be fine…"

Those were the last words she said to Ziggy before he left. Those were her last words before her death.

Jim entered Ziggy's room without knocking, looking around until he saw the man laying on his bed sleeping.

"Lights at 75%," Jim said. He grabbed one of the pillows decorating the room and threw it at Ziggy. "Wake up! I know what you did! Wake the hell up!"

"Huh? W-what?" Ziggy sat up on his bed, looking at the very angry Star Ship Captain. "What are you doing in my room, Captain?"

"What did you do to Spock? How could you do that to him?" Jim demanded. "I never slept with Spock. But you… you were coming out of his quarters this morning. YOU pretended to be me; YOU slept with him with my face on you. Why?!"