Chapter 11: Days of Future Past

To say that this was the surrealist day of Jim Kirk's life so far was a mere understatement.

One of his best friend's had escaped what had appeared to be an impenetrable fortress of a ship, alongside a mysterious unheard of guy (who weirdly called himself Hawke) AND he was sitting with someone who was supposedly the older form of the very captain that had just marooned him for mutiny from the ship he had supposedly led in another timeline.

Oh god! I really must have hit my head hard.

"Head's up Jimmy boy" a female voice murmured quietly across his thoughts as a petite gloved hand held out half a protein bar in front of his face.

"Thanks Lay" Jim smiled sidelong at Layla who smirked as she chewed on her other half in a not so lady-like manner beside him.

She was surprisingly relaxed given the fact that both the elderly Vulcan and the young pale haired human man sitting on the other side of the small fire, were both eyeing them with intrigue. However whereas Hawke's grey gaze was wary and suspicious, the supposed "Spock's" eyes were strangely wistful…even dare Jim say it, a little bit sad even as he made to answer Jim's questioning look.

"It is remarkably pleasing to see you again, old friend. Especially after the events of today"

"Uh sir" Jim chuckled though the sound was hollow "I appreciate what you did for me and my friend today but-but- I'm sorry. But if you were Spock, you'd know that we're not friends. Like at all. You hate me. You marooned me here for mutiny."

"MUTINY?!" Layla's eyes bulged out of her sockets as she stared at him. "How the hell did that happen?"

"Yeah" Jim sighed not meeting her eye as he mumbled out the next bit. "I wanted to try and get the Enterprise to do a rescue mission…but Spock…our Spock" he added glancing briefly up at the old Vulcan "Well…we had a disagreement…"

"So…you are not the Captain" the older Spock's voice was soft and in spite of his calm he could not disguise the overwhelming surprise that flickered over his brown eyes…the same brown eyes Jim had been glaring at merely a few hours ago, albeit with many more wrinkles around them.

"No" he responded quietly with a small shake of his head "No-no… you're the captain. Uh…Pike and Layla…well…"

"We were taken hostage. As was Hawke here" Layla muttered over a bite of her food, though her icy eyes were sharp as they looked up at Hawke who had been sitting in silence ever since Jim had joined their group.

He looked fairly uncomfortable to have the spotlight thrown on him and was quick to shove it off with a small gruff grumble.

"My craft accidently came across the Narada on it's way to Vulcan. Before I even knew what was happening I was captured and taken in for questioning."

"By Nero" Older Spock nodded gravely, his eyes staring fixedly at the tiny but bright and hot flame crackling before him.

"What do you know about him?" Jim frowned standing up to grab another small stick from the tiniest pile of wood in the corner of the cave, which he chucked quickly in though it in no way increased the heat of the flames.

Spock's gaze hardened, the faintest traces of iciness in his eyes the only indication to his true anger and hatred that was obviously swirling deep within as he said:

"He is a particularly troubled Romulan"

Yeah tell us something we don't know?!

Layla watched closely her hand fingering her phaser on her hip as the older Vulcan made his way to stand before Jim arm outstretched.

"Please, allow me. It will be easier."

But Jim was not comforted as he stared at the approaching hand warily.

"Wha-What are you doing?"

"Our minds. One and together" Older Spock stated as his fingers made contact with certain points along the younger man's face.

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, as did Jim, though his looked more forced as he was sucked into the void that was the Vulcan's mind.

At once images of space and exploding stars, nebula's and asteroids flew over his brain all mingling and intertwining. Amongst them the faces of Nero and the older Spock flitted through, and though these were only small glimpses it was clear to see the slow descent into chaos. And as all this was going on an aging voice was speaking, it's echoing voice wafting in and out of each hearing, almost as if Jim were trying to listen to a carrying conversation from a distance.

"One hundred and twenty-nine years from now, a star will explode and threaten to destroy the galaxy. That is where I'm from Jim, the future. A star went supernova, consuming everything in its path. I promised the Romulans that I would save their planet. We out fitted our fastest ship. Using red matter, I would create a black hole which would absorb the exploding star. I was en-route when the unthinkable happened. The supernova destroyed Romulus I had little time. I had to extract the red matter and shoot it into the supernova. As I began my return trip, I was intercepted. He called himself Nero, last of the Romulan Empire. In my attempt to escape, both of us were pulled into the black hole. Nero went through first. He was the first to arrive. Nero and his crew spent the next twenty five years awaiting my arrival. But what was years for Nero, was only seconds for me. I went through the black hole. Nero was waiting for me. He held me responsible for the loss of his world. He captured my Vessel and spared my life, for one reason. So that I would know his pain. He beamed me here, so that I could observe his vengeance. As he was helpless to save his planet, I would be helpless to save mine. Billions of lives lost because of me, Jim. Because…I had failed."

There was a sharp pain as Jim felt the old hand withdraw from his face, the sharp images of ice and an imploding red planet in the distance snapping to black.

He stumbled back his vision swimming as his eyes streamed over. As he did his best to catch his breath (which was oddly shallow) he vaguely felt a smaller pair of hands grab at his body, stopping it from falling over.

"Forgive me" Older Spock murmured softly as Layla helped her friend steady himself on his feet. "Emotional transference is an effect of the mind meld"

"So…so you do feel" Jim managed to gasp, wiping his streaming eyes which for some reason were taking a long time to dry.

Meanwhile Hawke stood to his feet, eyeing Spock just as warily as he had done the first time they'd met.

"Going back in time. You changed all of our lives by doing that"

"I know…which is why we must go now" Spock nodded just as Jim turned back round to face him, Layla hovering beside him just in case he fell again.

"There is a Starfleet outpost not far from here."

"We should be able to reach it before the next blizzard hits, but only if we hurry" Layla nodded as she made to check Jim's communicator from his jacket pocket. Sure enough it was picking up a strong frequency.

She nodded to Hawke who cautiously raised his coat hood and wrapped his scarf over his mouth as did she.

Jim however hesitated, his (thankfully now dry) eyes still fixed on the elder Spock.

"Wait. Where I came from, did I know my father?"

Layla paused as the old Vulcan turned round to face the younger human, his expression ever so slightly sympathetic.

"Yes. You often spoke of him as being your inspiration for joining Starfleet. He proudly lived to see you become Captain of the Enterprise"

"Captain?" Jim quirked a brow but Spock wasn't phased one bit as he replied.

"A ship we must return you three to as soon as possible"

"And how exactly are we going to achieve that?" Hawke snorted derisively only for Layla to roll her eyes.

"Because birdbrain, nearly all Starfleet headquarters and outposts are required to be fitted with some sort of emergency transporter beaming equipment as well as emergency shuttles, a fact I well know" she raised her voice as Hawke made to open his in argument "because it is the duty of a security officer to be aware of standard Starfleet emergency protocols of not just their ships but of any other Starfleet base and headquarters unless stated otherwise by said bases officer in charge."

Jim couldn't help but crack a grin as his smaller friend shot such a fierce glare at the other young man that he actually took a step back

God, he loved it when she yelled at everyone else but him, especially when the victim was someone he disliked. And boy did he dislike that Hawke.

He kept his eyes glued on the back of the boy as they, the elder Spock and Layla made to exit the icy cave.

He wasn't sure why, but there was something about the way the younger male held himself that just screamed enemy. Or maybe it was the way he glanced every so often at Layla, his eyes glinting with faint admiration as she strode past him purposefully into the chilly snow covered tundra wasteland.

Either way Jim didn't like it and as he made to walk with Layla he hissed.

"Hey Lay"

"hmm?" Layla shivered a little as she wrapped her coat and scarf tighter around her black EV suit.

"What's with that Hawke guy? And how did you get mixed up with him?"

"We just met in the Narada's brig. He helped me escape." Layla glanced up at her friend, eyebrows raised with faint amusement laced with exasperation as Jim asked:

"And how did you do that?"

"He pretended to accost me in my cell and then he helped me stun the guards that came to separate us. Then we both ran around the ship till we found a transporter."

"and that's it?" Jim frowned "No exciting phaser battles, no capture, no noble sacrifice" he added and she giggled.

"No. none of that. Though I did manage to catch a glimpse of my father as Nero was interrogating him. He wanted the frequencies to disable Earth's defences"

Jim's face paled.

"And?" he gulped.

"I don't know. Dad looked alright when they began…but I didn't stick around to see the end…the guards spotted us" Layla trailed off her face falling sadly.

"I know…" She mumbled biting her lip hard."I should've tried to get him out. I should've stopped Nero. I should've saved him-"

"But you did save him" Jim cut across her firmly, a hand reaching out to grip her shoulder "Layla, you're the captain's daughter, if Nero could use anyone to get Pike to surrender the frequencies it would've been you. And once that had happened he would've killed the both of you. At least now with you gone Nero will have to keep your dad alive for more answers."

"True" Layla nodded grimly though it was quick to turn into as groan as Jim made to ask again:

"So now about this Hawke guy…are you sure he's not a threat"

"He's not" Layla scowled irritably "He's a jerk sometimes but I don't think he's bad…at least he's not as bad as Nero. Why? You're not going to freeze him to death out here are you?"

"If he makes any wrong move with you I might." Jim smirked.

"He wouldn't dare" Layla snorted "Besides; something tells me he needs our help more than we need his"

"I see…" Jim's eyes narrowed as he eyed the younger man from the corner of his eye. As he did so Hawke caught his gaze and sneered slightly, grey eyes narrowing from under the hood.

In between the two of them, an exhausted Layla caught Spock's calm but amused eye, both of them seeming to share exactly the same exasperated thought.

Young men could be so stupid sometimes

3 hours Later…

The loud metallic creaking sound echoed about the great wasteland as a door to a building was being forced open. Or at least it seemed to be a building. Most of it hidden under the remnants of a fresh gigantic avalanche that had just rolled down in the past few hours or so from a nearby mountain in the distance.

Indeed even as they got close enough, the four stranded humanoids could only make out one small black door against the piles of white.

"Come on just one more and-agh god!" Jim groaned as he, Hawke and Spock all pushed at the frozen frigid chunk of metal, only for it to swing half an inch inwards.

"Damn! This thing is frozen solid" Jim puffed and Spock nodded grimly.

"Indeed. It's probably not been used in a long time"

"Gee I wonder why old geezer?" Hawke snorted only for Jim to fix him with a glower.

"You know, considering that this is the guy who is doing his best to save all our lives you might want to show him some respect"

"Respect for what?" Hawke spat wiping snow from his hood. "Getting us all into this mess? He's the one who started all this bullshit in the first place"

"Maybe, but at least he's doing his best to fix it, not like you." Jim snapped before the elderly Vulcan could interject on his own behalf.

Not that these two would've cared, Spock thought and though his face was blank on the outside, his brain was torn between fond amusement and sadness as he watched the alternate version of one of his oldest and dearest friend's argue with someone who had been one of their most-

"Hark who's talking you marooned screw up!"

Had Spock been human he would've sighed and face palmed as both young men now stood toe to toe Jim almost yelling in Hawke's face.

"Rather be a marooned screw up than be a jackass that only stands there and looks pretty!"

"What did you just say you mother-fu-"

"WILL THE TWO OF YOU F-ING IDIOT'S CUT THE F-ING CRAP ALREADY?!" a young woman's voice yelled angrily.

Spock couldn't help but mentally wince in sympathy as Layla stormed her way over to the three of them. Her dark hair whipped around her sweetly pale but nonetheless terrifyingly thunderous face as she stormed over and wrenched the two men painfully apart by the ears.

"OW-OWOWOWOWWOWOW!" both of them cried out, as she let go of the both of them but not before shoving them both aside into the tunnel of snow that surrounded the doorway which she approached.

Her glare was such that Jim was surprised the metal door did not melt under it's stare as she examined it closely.

After a couple of minutes of silence she shut her eyes and sucked in a deep calming breath…and kicked hard.

All three males winced as her heavy EV boot clanged on contact with the door which crunched as snow and ice was broken along its sides.

Layla herself was grimacing a little as a tingle of pain travelled up her leg from the point her foot had made contact. However she chose to ignore it, pain would be the least of her worries out in this frozen hell.

She kicked the door again, and this time it swung open wide so that it crashed into the walls of the corridor it held within. She held out her hand quickly and stopped the door before it could clang shut again.

She turned back to her three companions, all of whom were staring in blank astonishment.

"Well?" she raised her eyebrows coldly. "Aren't you going to get in or shall we freeze to death?"

"I believe that entering would be the most logical option yes" the elderly Spock nodded a faint twinkle of a smile glinting in his brown eyes as the young girl made to courteously hold the door open for him.

As Jim and Hawke both approached however she spared them one disapproving glower before letting the doors go. The two of them scrambled desperately through just as the door began to swing back into position, before shutting behind their backs with a loud clang.

"That was a surprising display strength lieutenant" old Spock said blankly to the younger girl who flushed a little pink as she ducked her head down modestly.

"Just doing my job sir" she mumbled.

"Y'know last I checked kicking down solid doors designed to lock on maximum security is not part of a security personnel's job description"

Jim puffed leaning against the door as warm heat hit his chilled face, making the snowflakes on his skin melt to water in seconds.

"Yeah because you do so much security work, wimp" Layla rolled her eyes only for Jim to chuckle.

"Ok! Ok tiger settle down, I was just kidding. But seriously…thanks"

"hmph! Strength…as if you could call it that…" Hawke rolled his eyes as he folded his arms, which caused Jim to glare angrily at him and open his mouth in anger.

But before he could get another word out of his mouth something echoed about the dimly lit hallway they were standing in.

"Don't" Layla hissed as Hawke grazed his fingers over his phaser.

Jim frowned as he caught sight of a short figure coming swiftly up the corridor.

No short was just an understatement. Layla was short standing at only 5'4" but even she seemed to tower over the little non-human alien that had just trotted into view.

It looked…like something that had been carved out of wood…or at least that was what it's face seemed to look like as it poked out of what appeared to be warm, tattered clothing with an apron on top in which several tools were poking out of. The image oddly enough put Layla in mind of a shuttle mechanic.

As its dark beady eyes fell upon her she coughed quickly.

"Hi…uh…are you Keenser?"

The little alien gave a small nod and she sighed with relief.

"I'm Lieutenant Layla Pike. I think I just called you guys with my communicator…I know this isn't perhaps the best time but could you please take us to the officer in charge, its urgent"

It nodded silently to the three of them and then motioned to follow as it turned its back.

The four of them followed it down the halls eyes and ears pricked for any sign of danger. It didn't help that their surroundings were all so dark and damp.

Oh well at least it's not as cold anymore…at least not as cold as outside.

Jim shuddered as he pulled his warm jacket over himself. Truth be told he was quite envying Layla, who was still in her well insulated cold resistant EV suit and barely looking phased at all by the temperature.

However she was limping slightly and gingerly holding onto one of her wrists as she walked.

"Don't give me that look" she mumbled as she made eye contact "What's done is done and I'm back now"

"I know" Jim murmured bristling slightly as his words echoed a little in the otherwise silent corridor. "But still I should've-"

"Jim" Layla put a hand on his shoulder, her smile kind and sympathetic "It's ok…really"

Jim nodded but he still looked very guilty.

Typical Jim,

Layla shook her head and sighed.

Feels like he has to bear all the responsibility for looking after his friends…kinda like how a captain would…

She frowned a little as she eyed the back of the silver grey head of hair belonging to the old Vulcan walking in front of her.

The Jim Kirk in this other Spock's recollections sounded very different to the young man she had first met in that bar in Iowa. That young man who just wandered around aimlessly from bar to bar searching for something that had meaning in his life…

A bit like me…

She reasoned in her head. True she had a father and mother who cared but even then, before three years ago she really didn't feel like she had anything to really live for. Now however she had a future, a career, a-

She was distracted when they were led through a set of large doors and into what looked like a large dark industrial space.

All the desks and consoles were cluttered as were all these canisters. It looked to her rather like the crazy mix of a mad scientists lab mixed with a shuttle engineer's workshop that had just been hit with a nuclear bomb. A de-sexed (she hoped) tribble was snoozing in a transparent plastic globe close to the epicentre of the messy workspace.

There a human man wearing warm clothes and a beanie, was leaning back in his chair with his legs up on a desk. A warm woollen scarf draped over his eyes as he snored loudly, mouth hanging open so wide that a tiny little bit of drool dripped from the corner.

For some reason the face looked oddly familiar to Layla, though for the life of her she couldn't remember where she'd seen it? The Academy maybe? He was living on Starfleet property after all.

Whoever the man was however, didn't seem to matter to Keenser as he made his way over. With a sharp jab he poked at the man's side, making him jump and snort and the scarf slip from his eyes.

"Wha-what?" a thick Scottish accent was strangely magnified as it echoed off the surrounding mess.

Layla and Jim exchanged glances, the former grabbing Hawke's hand as he fingered his phaser again. But the man in the chair only grunted and sat up looking at the four newcomers with a mixture of weariness and curiosity that quickly turned into irritability as he caught sight of the Arrow insignia emblazoned on her suit.

"You realise how unacceptable this is?" he glowered hard at the young woman.

"Fascinating" Spock murmured softly to himself and Jim frowned.

"What?"

But the Scottish man did not seem to hear them as he continued to speak to Layla who was nearly bursting with the effort not to laugh.

"Okay lass, I'm sure you're just doin' your job, but could you not 'ave come a wee bit sooner? Six months I've been here, living off Starfleet protein nibs and the promise of a good meal! and I know exactly what's going on here okay. Punishment, isn't it? Ongoing, for something that was clearly an accident-"

"You are Montgomery Scott" Spock cut across, his brown eyes that had once been blank now sparking as recognition (and some degree of fondness) ignited in their depths.

"You know this crazy Scotty guy?" Hawke muttered and for once Jim found himself in complete agreement with the other young man.

"Aye that's me. You're in the right place" the man, Scotty, straightened up haughtily as he added "Unless there's another hardworking equally starved Starfleet officer around"

"Me" Keenser piped in only to have Scotty yell back.

"Get aff! Shut up! Yer don't eat anythin'! Yer can eat, like a bean, and yer done. I'm talking about food! Real food. But you're here now…" he quickly turned back to Layla his expression hopeful "So where is it?"

But before Layla could answer Spock cut across again and this time she heard faint excitement in his voice.

"You are in fact, the Mr Scott, that postulated the theory of transwarp beaming"

"That's what I'm talking about!" Scotty nodded though it was very frustrated "How do you think I wound up here? Had a little debate with my instructor on the issue of relativistic physics and how it pertains to subspace travel. He seemed to think that the range of transporting something like a grapefruit was limited to about a hundred miles. I told him I could not only beam a grapefruit from one planet to the adjacent planet in the same system, which is easy by the way-" he added to Hawke who now was staring at him in a mixture of fascinated confusion "-I could do it with a life form. So…I tested it on Admiral Archer's prize beagle"

"Hey, I know that dog. What happened to it?" Jim glanced sidelong at Layla who shrugged just as Scotty made to reply through a swig of what appeared to be a mug of hot tea…that was probably laced with something stronger.

"I'll tell you when it reappears. I don't know. I do feel guilty about that"

He trailed off but Spock was quick to speak again.

"Mr Scott, what if I told you that your transwarp theory was correct. That it is indeed possible to beam onto a ship that's travelling at warp speed"

"I-I think if that equation had been discovered I'd have heard about it" Scotty grumbled but Spock was not deterred as he explained calmly:

"The reason you haven't heard of it Mr. Scott, is because you haven't discovered it yet"

There was a small pause in which Jim Layla and Hawke stared between the old Vulcan and the gruff Scotsman who's brow had furrowed so much that his eyebrows looked almost like one large brown caterpillar sitting on his face.

"What-how…are you from the future?" he spluttered and Spock nodded.

Scotty quickly turned to frown at the other three but Jim quickly held up his hands.

"He is we're not."

"Well that's brilliant" Scotty turned back to Spock eyes once more hopeful "Do they still have sandwiches there?"

"Hopefully…" Layla muttered glancing sidelong at Jim who seemed to be sharing the same grim thought.

if Nero doesn't destroy Earth first…

Doctor Leonard "Bones" McCoy was a man with many pet hates.

His first pet hate was when his patients thought they knew better about their own conditions than he could (because ninety-nine percent of the time he was almost always right and they were wrong).

Secondly he hated his patients running away from him whenever he tried to give them a thorough medical examination. I mean honestly, how on earth could anyone expect him to give a foolproof report of their medical conditions without him having all the necessary data?

And then there was the third hate, which was perhaps the worst of them all, he hated waiting and worrying about what would happen to those two people that he liked to call in his head his most "regular patients" Jim Kirk and Layla Pike.

He was currently doing his best to ignore the lattermost issue by barking orders at other doctor's and nurses for updates on injured crewmembers.

But for the first time in his medical career, keeping his mind on work was not helping his mood. With a scowl that would've flattened a charging T-rex he stomped off moodily back to his office, half wishing it wasn't automatic so he could slam the door shut behind him and vent some of his pent up frustration.

That was the one thing about old fashioned doors he liked. Though problematic with their lousy security mechanisms, they could at least add some theatricality to the entrance of their users.

But doors were the least of his worries now, unfortunately.

"Agh!" He tossed down the PADD in his hands to his desk and sighed heavily his head in his hands.

"How could this happen?" he groaned to himself as he leant back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling.

It only stared back down, blank, shiny, bright and sterile, like the rest of the room, which like most of the ship had that overly clean "smell" one would usually associate with a new car.

Damn this goddamn ship! No-no Damn that goddamn pointy eared green blooded hobgoblin!

He corrected himself mentally as he made to look down at his desk again, just in time to catch sight of something on the screen of another PADD close to his hand.

He picked it up gingerly and blinked in astonishment at the title of the document typed across it.

'The Eugenics Wars: Man Versus the Promethean Fire'

Huh? Promethean Fire-Oh!

Leonard nodded as he scrolled down to see the smaller print below.

By Layla S. Pike

Of course how could he have forgotten? This was Layla's rejected thesis. The one she had yet to submit to the new teacher. She had asked him to mind this for her whilst Jim had been asleep under the effects of the sedative, right before his hands had swelled to the size of balloons.

The doctor couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he scrolled down the title page bearing more of Layla's credentials as well as those of Starfleet Academies, and down to the contents page. It had nine chapters and each were huge in size, especially a chapter titled "The Rise and Fall of Khan Noonien Singh" and the bibliography and references were perhaps just as extensive at the end.

He whistled softly to himself as he skimmed through the document.

Man! He knew the girl was smart but to finish a full eighty thousand word thesis at her age. He had to hand it to her she really knew how to-

He stopped as a couple of words seemed to spring out at him from the first page of the eighth chapter.

Advanced regenerative abilities

"Regenerative abilities…" he wondered aloud as he checked the chapter title "Even the Gods have an Achilles Heel"

Leonard had to chuckle at that. Typical Layla humour, as blunt as a baseball bat in form but always delivered in a hard and sharp swing.

His smirk stayed with him as he read the first few lines to himself.

It was mostly filled with her introducing her philosophical notion about how everything that exists has to have an exploitable weakness at some point.

It was only at the end of that first paragraph that he came across the text he was looking for.

"From the records acquired by historians of 20th Century Earth, it has become well known fact amongst the scientific community that the Augments designed in project Chrysalis were in fact some of the most physically advanced and mentally enhanced artificially created humans ever to have been created."

"Remarkably agile and quick thinking, this sub-species were noted to be five times stronger than the average human, possessing far stronger heart muscles and a fifty percent superior lung efficiency. They are also documented to have twice the average lifespan and slightly slower aging."

"This is due to the unusual redesign of their blood's genetic makeup, which we now know from recent findings, contained traces of enhanced super-regenerative-platelets that helped the body "self-heal" from any disease or toxin nearly ten times faster than even some of the healthiest humans of today's society."

…Enhanced super-regenerative platelets…self-heal from disease or TOXIN!

Leonard McCoy nearly dropped the PADD in his hands as he scrambled to pick up his work one from the other side of the desk. Frantically he flicked through several reports until snorting he just did a search through his files for the one from yesterday.

God please let me be wrong, please oh please let me be wrong.

He pleaded as the report came through and he scrolled down to the blood tests.

His face paled as he caught sight of the results.

"Holy mother of god," he sighed running a hand through his hair. "Holy mother of god this just isn't possible."

But it was, his brain nudged him grimly. It was possible…

Does she know?

He wondered, worry coursing through him as he looked over the report in one hand and the thesis in the other.

Did Layla know of the rather astounding connections between these two documents? Was that why she had wanted to write this thesis?

But somehow Leonard could not help but feel in his gut that that wasn't correct. No…if Layla had known something of this magnitude she'd be-

He jumped as a hissing sound announced the arrival of someone entering his office.

"Doctor McCoy,"

"Yes" he coughed turning round to face Nurse Chapel who was chewing on her lip looking nervous.

"Doctor, it's about Lieutenants Kirk and Pike…they're back on board the Enterprise."

DUN-DUN-DUUNN!

Jim and Layla are back on the enterprise. I based the bits about Layla's thesis on information i found on Memory Alpha pertaining to the Augments/Eugenics wars so i hope that works out

hope you enjoyed and keep R&Ring for more