A/N - True Story: I was having dinner with my little brother and we were talking about Star Trek and fanfiction. In the middle of our conversation, he looks over at me and says: "You know, I want to write a Star Trek story about a Captain falling in love with his First Officer." I laughed so hard that I started crying as I responded: "Gene Roddenberry already beat you to that." His expression: O_o; My expression: XDDDD True stuff. I love my little brother. X3
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When they entered on to the Bridge, everyone looked up at the same moment and in unison, their eyes went wider than tea saucers. They just stood there and let the Bridge take it all in for a moment to realize that they weren't seeing double. After Uhura dropped her ear piece along with her jaw, Jim decided to take control.
"Yeah, I broke regulations…again. Does this really come as a surprise?" No one moved, but their features softened just a bit. After the Nero incident, he figured these guys would believe just about anything. I mean, James looked like Jim and this guy did appear out of nowhere, so what other explanation could there be?
"Okay, so before you guys get all weirder out, yeah, this guy is me. He's eight years older but he's me." James grasped his shoulder a little more tightly than Jim thought he needed. The look on his face was almost pleading like he was trying to ask why he was forced on to the Bridge, the scandal it could cause, the troubles it could make with Starfleet. Jim sighed and turned to face his Bridge crew who still looked like they were taking in an eye-full.
"Here's the deal. When we picked up the vessel Orion the surviving crewmembers were three individuals: the older counterparts of Dr. McCoy, Mr. Spock and…myself." He sounded ashamed by how soft he told them that. It's not like he liked keeping information from his crew. "This really shouldn't come as a surprise since I had to tell you all about the other counterpart during the Narada Crisis, but Spock and his counterpart have commandeered one of our vessels and have left the dock." The expressions around him suddenly worried, "I don't know what they're thinking or why the fuck they decided it was a good idea so I'm just going to say that they're doing the Vulcan equivalent of bat-shit crazy and we need—I need—to get them back. This is why James is here." He pointed to his counterpart. "I'm going after them and if anything happens to me I still want to be in control of this ship. Now James—"
"I can't do that, Jim." James said sternly but calmly, cutting him off. Jim exasperatingly turned towards him and yelled in a small whisper.
"Look, we might not be able to get you back to your time and if I die these guys are going to need a Captain. You're the logical choice."
"No," James shook his head, "I might be the best choice, but I'm not letting you go after them on your own. My Spock went out there too and I'm not just going to sit back and wait for your success or failure." He grasped Jim's shoulders in a painful grip and shook him. "I'm going with you."
"You could be killed!" For second there he knew he was sounding like Bones. James' features hardened and his grip tightened.
"I'd rather die knowing I tried to save Spock than command a ship empty of him." He released his younger self and Jim stared at the serious appearance which had taken over his counterpart. A sudden pain entered his heart and what felt like a slight jolt of electricity slapped his mind. He had remembered something, it was small and it was on the tip of his tongue, but he was sure he had just remembered something. For reasons Jim couldn't explain to himself, he nodded and patted the older man's shoulder.
"I understand." I don't know why I do, but I understand. He turned to the crewmember at Spock's science station. He wasn't sure of the Lieutenant's name, so he fumbled for only a moment and decided he'd figure it out later.
"Lieutenant, can you tell me the Orion's last heading?" The man nodded and turned to the readings, clicked a few buttons and turned back to his Captain.
"They are heading towards a local star system. It's uncharted, but the sensors read that the vessel will orbit and then land on a Class M planet."
"So they're not heading for the anomaly?" James quickly asked.
"They're not, Cap—"The Lieutenant seemed a little confused on how he should respond since this man was his Captain and yet he wasn't. Jim recognized this and shook his head mentally.
"It's okay. He's technically me so he's technically the back-up Captain. Just remember that until I'm dead he doesn't really have command over you." The Lieutenant gave a dry smile.
"Aye, Sir." Jim turned and began to think and almost identically, James was doing the same.
"So they're not heading for the anomaly," both said at once, looked at each other and shivered—yup, speaking at the same time is still creepy—and then went into their thoughts again, "but, what purpose would they have on an uncharted planet? Why would they go there?"
"Lieutenant," James said turning to the unfortunate science replacement that snapped to attention, "can you give us data on the planet from this distance?"
"Uh, yes, Sir, I can." He quickly began his work and ran a few scans. It only took a few minutes, but Jim was finding time very precious at this moment and knowing that Spock—his Spock—was out there in those Neutrinos was not helping his blood settle. He found himself biting on his lip to help pass the ticking time. "The Class M planet has a surface temperature of 33.333 degrees Celsius around the equator of the planet, but due to the slow rotation, by night fall it drops to -11.145 degrees planet dark-side. Quite a difference if you are exposed for far too long on the surface."
"How long does it take for the planet to rotate?" Jim was just about to ask the same question, his mouth already open, but James had beat him to the punch. He felt a minor tinge of jealousy, but disregarded it.
"A solar day on this planet at the rate it rotates appears to be 34 hours and 43 minutes, Sir. By the time the vessel arrives, Mr. Spock—er, the Spocks—will have only five hours until nightfall. Considering that they are Vulcan—"
"We're aware of their species and the dangers that will face them should they come in contact with such temperatures without protection. Thank you, Lieutenant." Jim didn't have to analyze his counterpart's words to hear the hostility in them. He was mad too, but he wouldn't have said it quite like that. Frustrating and demeaning his crew was not something a Captain should do in a crisis. There must have been an underlying reason for his aggression. Jim took his sleeve harshly and brought James' focus to him.
"I don't know what's got you so annoyed," he began in a calm, even tone, "but this is my reality and this is my crew. Do not downgrade them as if they are under your command." James' features softened, as if he had realized what he had done and nodded, then lowered his head.
"Apologies, Captain." The look in his eye caught him off guard. He looked upset but not in the 'my-friend-is-in-trouble-and-I-need-to-save-him' sort of way. It looked like it was something more. The more he thought about it, the more noticeable a pain in his head became, so he quickly shut it out thinking that the crisis at hand was more important than trying to remember whatever he forgot. Though he was still very pissed about that as well.
"Okay," Jim started loudly with a clap of his hands, "so here's the plan. James and I are going to take the Galileo and go after them, hopefully we'll be able to contact them and convince them to turn around before they reach the planet."
"What if you don't, Sir?" Sulu asked as innocently as he could. Jim turned and looked at him directly, almost in a dramatic fashion.
"Then I guess we're going planet-side for a while."
"Captain," came a distinct, beautiful voice. James and Jim both looked at Uhura's station. She appeared very concerned but still managed to look beautiful. She was still Spock's friend and she was probably just as worried about him as they were.
"Don't worry," Jim said with ease and a faint smile of assurance, "we'll bring them back." I hope, he swallowed down into his stomach. Normally he didn't let himself feel doubtful, but with all the shit that had been going down lately, well, anyone would feel the pressure. Jim was no exception but he tried his hardest to keep a big front for the sake of his crew. Captains just had to work like that sometimes, even when their own bellies churned from doubt.
He could do this.
Right?
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Leonard McCoy, in all the time Jim had gotten to know him, was a man who could rant and rant and rant and rant. It was one of his more charming traits that Jim had grown accustomed to. Though the guy could be a headache—especially when you're drunk—it was more than enough for one doctor to tell you how utterly stupid and fucking ridiculous your were being—and now there were two.
"Jim, you're going to get yourself killed and the only thing Leonard and I are going to have left to try and bring back to life will be your mutated body when the neutrinos rearrange your damn DNA!" Jim was really trying to ignore him as he and James were suiting up in protective garb to help prevent most of the neutrino onslaught.
"That's nice, Bones." Was all Jim could manage to retort. "I tell you what," he began when he managed to zip himself up, "you figure out a better method of retrieving the Vulcan crazies and I'll sit back here, safe, in my starship." Bones rolled his eyes. Leonard had just finished his bitching with James and so continued younger Bones' conversation for him.
"You wouldn't be safe, Jim," he said with his hard southern drawl, "you'd find a way to make sleeping in your bed a hazard to your health." James came up behind him fully suited and placed a hand on the older doctor's shoulder.
"Doctors," James interrupted, "relax. Jim and I will be fine. Starfleet didn't make these suits just for crewmen to strut in. We'll be safe."
The younger doctor sneered, "If by 'safe' you mean 'horribly disfigured', then I would agree. We don't know much about those tiny bastards and you're both just gonna fling yourself into 'em?" James and Jim switched glances as they opened the hatch to the Galileo.
"That's pretty much it." Both Captain's said in unison. Jim laughed and shook his head. "We've got to stop talking at the same time. It's really weirding me out." He mocked a shiver running up his spine for emphasis.
"Agreed."
They stepped into the shuttle and were just about to close the hatch when the younger doctor poked his head in. "Wait, Jim." Jim had already moved over to the pilot seat and had to turn himself to look at his dear friend.
"Yeah?" Bones was silent for only a moment.
"Just in case you don't make it back, I just want you to know—"
"We're going to make it back." He was quick to say, "Trust me."
"But, Jim—" Jim raised his palm to silence him.
"No. We'll make it back. We'll be fine. Now go make sure Scotty doesn't built a brewery on the Bridge." Jim was smiling that smile that he knew always melted the rough ice around his best friend's heart. Bones indulged him and smiled back. He looked far more handsome when he smiled. Jim preferred it and it was a nice gift for Bones to give him. To have the last image of his best friend to be one where he was smiling was almost priceless to him—because he may not come back.
He shook his head mentally. I will come back. No negativity, Kirk! You were born for this! You can do this!
"Aye, Captain." He then left and the hatch closed. I just want you to know that I love you like a brother, you idiot, younger McCoy's thoughts echoed as he stared at the closed hatch, but Jim wouldn't hear it—but he'd know it. Bones knew very well he didn't have to voice his love for Jim to know it. They were just close like that.
James turned in his chair to fully face his younger self. "We all set?" Jim asked him. James nodded. He turned on the communication device and spoke into it as professionally as he could manage—and that was saying something because Jim felt like he had matured a lot in the past few days. "Lieutenant, send me the coordinates of the Orion."
"Sent, sir."
"Good man. Wish us luck."
"Good luck, Captain." Came the sweet and unexpected voice of Uhura. "Safe trip to you both."
"Thank you, Lt. Uhura. Kirk—" he looked at James for only an instant, "—Kirks out."
The Galileo left the loading dock promptly after clearance and into the dark void of space they entered. Jim felt his heart feel heavy as he watched the coordinates of the Orion change blip after blip. Doing his math, he figured that Spock and his older counterpart would reach the strange uncharted planet before they would have time to pull them back. They had tried contacting them, but all their signals were being blocked.
Fuck.
He felt so helpless in the situation. Why had they run off? Did the neutrinos do something to their heads and drive them crazy? There were so many questions popping into his head that he was certain if his head had been a toaster, he was surely burning the toast right about now. James placed a friendly hand on his as a form of comfort. No words were spoken between them, but somehow Jim knew he was telling him it would be okay.
Jim never felt closer to his father than he did through James.
That was the last thought Jim remembered thinking before he suddenly started waking up in a badly damaged vessel. James was beside him, equally hurt and bruised as he was laying in a strange fashion over the control console.
In their plight, the neutrinos (which normally they were so tiny and insignificant that they simply passed through everything without problem) had been coming out in such large bursts that a little more than a third of what was being produced had come in contact with the vessel. Somehow they had disrupted the very molecules of their instruments and before Jim could blink, they had spiraled out of control. It was a good thing that they had been locked on the Orion's coordinates and that they were close to the uncharted planet before the neutrinos had any effect. They may have crash landed on a strange planet, but at least they would have a better chance of finding the missing Vulcans.
Jim's head throbbed. It hurt. He sat up and looked around the sparking, smoke filled vessel. James had begun to stir and as an experienced Captain, even in a situation that could result in his own death, he analyzed his surroundings.
"Jim, you all right?"
"Yeah." He rasped back out. His throat felt like it was on fire. He must have been inhaling that smoke longer than he thought. "Bumpy ride, huh?" A small cough-like snicker escaped James.
"Bumpy. Yeah."
Jim was the first to move and he forced himself up from the floor. After James assured him he wasn't that old and he could, in fact, move without breaking anything, they assessed the vessel and tried to get some of the consoles to respond so that they knew where they were. Just as Jim had figured, they landed near the last known coordinates of the Orion.
Finally, some good news.
James opened the hatch and smoke poured out with them as they stepped out on to the planet's surface. Twilight illuminated the area and told them nightfall was on its way. It was already getting colder and if it was making Jim shiver, then he knew Spock was going to get hypothermia.
The planet wasn't lush, but it wasn't barren. Jim thought that because of the long rotation and the differences in temperature, this made plant life a little hard to adapt so this would explain the small shrubs and roots and why they didn't see many trees. As he looked out, the terrain looked more like a rocky mountain side with tall boulders and rocks everywhere. Concluding his view, the planet looked far more 'bumpy' than their vessel crash had been. There didn't seem to be a flat plane in sight.
On instinct, both Captains pulled out their communicators.
"Kirk to Enter—" they stopped for only a moment to look at each other and James smiled and tucked his away. Jim continued. "Kirk to Enterprise, do you read?" Silence and static. He tried messing with the frequencies and tried his message again. More silence and static followed. He was so desperate for communication that he quickly sent out a dormant text message in hopes that if the Enterprise could pick up their signal, the text would be the first message they received. He was sure to tell them that they had crash landed, few instruments were in working order and that he and James were safe. The last part was for them to keep trying to contact them until they broke through.
"What are you doing?" James asked as he stepped closer to the fast texting younger Captain.
"Texting the Enterprise."
"Texting?"
"Yeah, you know, sending a small electronic letter on a dormant frequency?"
"I've never heard of it before." Jim actually stopped what he was doing and looked at his counterpart. In any other situation this may have been funny, but what kind of future or alternate reality didn't know about text messaging?
"Don't worry about it. It's like a small letter and it goes out on its own small frequency. We don't really use it much except between friends, but it's a good method when the communicators are blocked on away missions. The message sits dormant until the ship frequencies pick it up and it can be read before contact can be made. It's like a message lying in wait and can be useful." Jim and James must have agreed that there really wasn't much time to disclose information of the differences in their time lines because the conversation dropped there as Jim finished his text. Afterwards, they tried functioning with their hardly working equipment and set out a plan to begin a search.
Jim went to the right and James went to the left. Thankfully they could still communicate between themselves so Jim surmised that something in the atmosphere was keeping them from his starship. Isn't that always how it works out? He mused.
In the growing dusk, it was getting hard to see, but Jim wasn't one to be deterred. He didn't just survive a crash landing to give up because the planet decided it was going to get a little dark. He called for Spock.
No answer. Well, that's to be expected. He tried again and the same results: no answers. He pulled out his communicator and signaled James—he wasn't having much luck either. As he went around a large boulder lined with smaller rocks, he stopped dead in his tracks. His view was filled with the entire safe vessel of the Orion.
"James!" Jim called through the communicator. "James! I found the Orion! Get over here! Quickly!" Jim didn't wait for him but instead rushed over the vessel. It looked rough, but not damaged. Somewhere inside him he was hoping the Spocks were inside even though he knew the probability of that being true was anything but substantial. As he forced the hatch to open, that's when James came around the corner and was beside him in only a matter of seconds. They both peered inside.
It was empty.
His heart sank. He knew they wouldn't be in there, but he couldn't stop a sense of dread from filling his chest. Where were they? Where could they possibly be? James put a tight grip on his nape and Jim turned instantly.
"They're out here. We'll find them." A new determination was in James' eyes. Jim couldn't place it but something was urging his counterpart on. He was desperate to find them too, but his didn't equal the passion he was seeing in his older self. Why did James look more determined than him? Maybe he would grow more self-esteem in the future, Jim didn't know. But what he did know was that they couldn't stop here and they couldn't be too far. The search continued.
An hour passed with no sight of either Spock and no contact from the Enterprise. It was now as dark as it would get. They wouldn't be able to search much longer before they'd have to worry about alien night creatures and if they were there longer, where they were going to find food and water since their vessel only came with a limited supply. James recommended they camp out in a nearby cave he had discovered until morning. Hopefully the Enterprise would be able to contact them by then. Jim reluctantly agreed.
The cave was small, dry, and musty. With a few pieces of the dried shrubs and the use of one of their phasers, James had started a fire to keep them warm from the ever-growing chill. They sat around the dancing flames and didn't say a word. What could they say? Both of their best friends were still missing. Both still had it heavy on their minds. Fortunately, James broke the silence.
"I should have known when he began making careless moves on the 3D Chess board that something was wrong." Jim didn't reply. "It was a plain giveaway and I missed it. I feel like I could have prevented this if I had only paid more attention."
"It's not really your fault. I mean," he hesitated, "we still would have had to worry about my Spock."
"But we could have used my Spock to help locate yours. I can be such a…fool sometimes." Silence.
"Look, there's not really much sense in beating ourselves up over something we couldn't help. The best thing we can do it plan and make do with what chances we get. I don't believe in no-win scenarios so I know we can pull through." James sighed and looked away. "Hey," Jim began again to get his attention, "I'm obviously suffering from 'head truama' still and I have more hope than you do. How do you think I felt when I kept asking you guys to tell me what was going on and I didn't get a lick of information? If there's one thing I got, that I know you got, it's determination. We'll pull through. We'll get this. I just know it." A small smile curved James' lips.
"You lost your father at birth, you've been through hell in this time line and went through more troubles than I did, and yet you still have that same flame-spirit."
Jim shrugged and poked at the fire with a stick. "Some traits are a universal constant, I suppose."
"Yeah, but how I met Spock was much simpler than how you met yours. Mr. Spock shared with me how you guys met. Brutal." Jim agreed. How he and Spock had become friends after all the torment and suffering was beyond him and yet he didn't throw it aside as a universal phenomenon. He had worked to make Spock understand him and though it had only been a few weeks since their departure, he thought he had made a lot of progress with the stubborn Vulcan. Elder Spock was probably one to thank for his Spock's acceptance of his nature, but all the same, Jim never felt like he had a better guy to call his friend.
All the thinking about Spock had lead him once again to that of his 'head trauma'. The moment he began thinking about it again, his head started spinning and he clutched it painfully. Oh god, please don't let me pass out again!
"You okay?" James' distant voice asked. Bleary eyed, he looked up and shook his head.
"Just…the head shit again." The phrase wasn't exactly reassuring, Jim knew. "Every time I try and think about Spock or this damn scar, I start feeling sick and my head starts hurting." Silence. It was an awkward silence too. In response, Jim looked up to see James had a very grim expression written over his features.
"Scar?" He finally managed to squeak out, and Jim would have heard it better if his head hadn't being trying to break its own skull.
"Y-yeah." God his head was hurting. "I have a strange bite scar on my neck. When I talked with Sp—" more throbbing pain, "—Spock, he told me that his counterpart had bitten me. I'm not sure why, though." Jim's head was at a maximum headache right about now and it didn't help much that now his body was hurting too. James had suddenly jumped him and pinned him to the floor. This was very awkward. If he hadn't been in so much pain he would have fought back, but then again, he hadn't expected to be jumped by himself.
"James! What the fuck? Get off me! Don't you think I'm in enough pain?"
"Show me the scar!" He ordered.
"Don't you order me!" Jim retorted as he tried to throw his older self off him. They grappled for a few moments until finally James managed to tear his collar and revealed the tiny scar that Jim knew was there. His eyes went wide in disbelief and Jim felt the body above him harden and a sudden sadness wash over his features.
He rapidly got off Jim.
Jim sat up and watched as his older self moved away to the far side of the cave. The whole place felt heavier in an instant. No one spoke for what felt like minutes.
"Spock—your Spock—said that my…my Spock bit you?" The words were long and drawn out, almost as if they were painful to say. Jim nodded though James didn't see it because he wasn't facing his younger self.
"Yeah." He verbally stated. "He did. So what? If you all had just told me what I'm obviously forgetting, I'd know the real story right about now." James' body noticeably stiffened.
"I don't think…I know the whole story either." James whispered. Was he hearing a slight sobbing from the far corner? Jim wasn't sure since his headache wasn't subsiding. "I think," James continued and then slowly turned to see James's eyes were indeed beginning to wet, "I've had information kept from me too." What? Why was James upset? Did Jim have a chance of contracting Vulcan rabies? He was confused and voiced just as such.
James decided to sit down in the front of the fire and didn't bother looking at his younger self. "They told me that your recent behaviour was due to being in a mind meld with my Spock." James admitted. "They said that the emotional transference from my Spock had seeped into you and was causing you difficulties to command. Your Spock told me he had removed the impressions so you'd be okay again. We were all told to keep quiet so you would have time to heal from the meld." That did explain a lot.
He wiped a single tear that had escaped. "I didn't know about the bite or about how my Spock had put it on you, but it does explain why he…why he was suddenly distant with me." Silence. Jim decided it best not to interrupt. James was having a hard time and the throbbing in his head was beginning to subside and gave him a little more clarity into what James was saying. "You were right, Jim. I knew Spock wanted to take our relationship further but I was scared. Scared of commitment. I hurt him so much." What was James talking about? "He bit me to make sure everyone knew and I let him because it was the least I could do since I wouldn't commit to him. It held a lot of significance to me. It was my scar that meant Spock would always be mine, but now…now…you have the scar too. He's taken interest in you. He wants you and I don't blame him."
"Wants me?" Jim echoed.
"I'm a horrible lover." James admitted. "I love Spock. I love him so much and I betrayed him to the point he'd rather have my younger self than me. His envy makes sense. When he told me of Vulcan's destruction…I felt it through his meld. He'd rather have his planet blown to pieces and remain here with you, then go back with me where he has family and friends who are still alive." James sniffled but tried to prevent more tears. "He'd rather suffer the loss of a planet than go back with me." Silence. "What does that say about me? What does that say about James T. Kirk? 33 years old, Captain of Starfleet's most proud flagship, and he can't even commit to his lover!"
"James…"
"I love him." James admitted again and looked up at Jim. Somehow this information didn't seem new though Jim was sure this was the first time he was hearing it. It did explain the passion and determination he saw in older counterpart, but somehow he felt he already knew this. Was this apart of the memories his Spock was keeping from him? He didn't want him to know that James and Spock had become lovers? Was he ashamed by it? Disgusted? Jim admitted that it was a lot for him to take in too, but the puzzle wasn't completed yet. He was still missing a lot of information.
"Jim," James broke his thoughts, "if we find a way to go back. Maybe your Spock would be willing to trade places with mine. Your Spock would get the opportunities there he couldn't here and my Spock…he would have the man he loves." He sighed and finally his tears had stopped. "His happiness…" he pulled down his collar and stroked his scar absently as if he did it all the time and Jim just stared, "…is all I want. It's what he deserves."
Happiness.
Jim knew happiness, once upon a time.
Hesitating, he went around the fire and reached out his hand to James. His older self looked at him with his wet brown eyes and Jim took the chance to study the scar on his neck. He looked down and realized it was on the opposite side his was and then with silent permission…
He touched it.
/"You just think you're so fucking wonderful that you can have any Spock in any timeline you see fit! Well listen up, asshole, you might be me, but I'd never never, cheat on someone, even if they were technically the same damn person! You're disgusting! You're—you're—" A quick hand grasped Jim's shoulder and turned him around violently. His watering blue eyes fell on those of his own First Officer.
"I think that is quite enough, Jim." Spock told him./
/Spock then moved up, it looked like he was kissing James' neck again. "And this is what you saw?"/
/"You know, they don't have to be."
"Excuse me, Jim?" Spock asked.
"You know, they don't have to be misinterpreted. Wanna be my boyfriend?"/
/"You know," he whispered, walking a little closer to his friend, "this is a pretty lame excuse to get me alone in my cabin so you can have your way with me." Jim saw it, Spock's mouth slightly fell agape, but then closed just as quickly as it had formed.
"You are relentless, Jim."/
/"Do you love him?" Was Jim's sudden question. James seemed to be taken aback by it./
/He smacked James.
Hard./
/"Thank you for being my release." He cradled Jim's head into his neck; Jim welcomed it. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated that phrase over and over until it died in soft puff of air. "Thank you." He pressed a soft kiss to Jim's forehead. "Thank you." He pressed a softer kiss to Jim's eye lids. "Thank you." And now to his cheek. "Thank you." and with that last whisper, a kiss was pressed softly on to his lips./
/Once there, he could feel the hot Vulcan tongue stroking him and then—a bite./
/Jim placed a hand on the base of his wrist that was on his face.
"Promise me, that," he paused, "if you have to remove them and we go back to hating each other…will you still try to be my friend?"/
Jim gasped and threw himself backwards as his hand left James' neck and he landed on his bottom a few feet away. He was heaving, gasping, all of his memories rushing back to him and not just the memories, but the implanted emotions as well. He felt the sorrow, the pain, relived the trauma over and over again.
He was crying. He felt the sadness all over again and witnessed his meld with his Spock. Spock was crying, why? He felt everything. He remembered everything. He was back to how he had been before and knew everything his friends had been trying to keep from him. It had made sense now.
"Jim?" James asked as he moved forward to check his younger self. Jim didn't move but kept breathing as hard as if he had been holding his breath for the past few days. The emotions were strong. It was like they had never been taken away to begin with.
A slight bolt of electricity bounced through his head and all at once Jim could feel another presence.
Spock.
He violently stood and grasped James' shoulders. "I know where they are!" He shouted into the older man's face. "I—I can feel him! I know where they are!" He didn't give James time to reply as he dashed out the cave entrance. He could feel Mr. Spock, the implanted emotions weren't such a bad thing after all. He knew where they were. He just knew.
I'm coming, Spock! I'm coming!
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A/N – I'm really sorry about the slow updates but I had the worst writer's block ever. DX I hope this chapter makes up for it. Jim remembers again! Yay! Thank you to all of you who have been supporting me! It really makes me so happy when another review comes in and you gaiz express your opinions. It tickles me and I'm so happy. Thank you again! Next chapter will be updated soon! 8D