In a world not our own

Virgil for the wounded

Unlike what many people would have done during the four missing hours by searching for news regarding the sudden appearance of a fictional Vulcan, there were several devoted Trekkers lining up holding Virgil in the mall that had since been emptied of any law enforcement. Some people took selfies. Some people wanted to forget the deaths thirty-three people and the injuries of twenty-three civilians and one alien. However, you don't underestimate a entire fandom that just awakened due to the arrival of a fictitious character.

This also stirred hope for other fandoms. That one day their fandom could be real. One day the fandoms will be all over a science fiction event declaring they are the professionals on this one (which they are likely right and avoid a lot of bloodshed and also get the problem figured out in less than a day, that's the joys of being a fan with lots of resources). Anyway back to our story. Witherton was at the hospital recovering as told by McCoy to Jim. The sudden attention to a mall during Comic-Con was probably large enough that a majority of the fans had left though a majority of the Star Wars and Disney related fans remained.

"What were you doing for four hours?" McCoy asked, raising a eyebrow.

"Watching the pups." Jim lied.

McCoy lowered the eyebrow.

"Jim." McCoy said.

"I just watched two terrible movies that show Spock, older Spock, alone in a alternate universe," Jim said, his tone different. "I mean. . . Do you know how sad that is?"

There was that look of sincere and fear in Jim's eyes when he said that.

"You are scared, Jim." McCoy said.

"Scared that he would die alone without his friends. . . why yes, I am," Jim said. "I always thought I would be the one who would die alone."

The last part came out as a whisper.

"I always thought Spock would die surrounded by his achievements or his fellow 'Logical' Vulcans," McCoy said. "Jim. . . I should have been the one who got those bullets but Spock used himself as a shield. "

"You are the medical professional, that was the logical choice." Jim said.

"But Jim we don't have our sick bay," McCoy said. "How can I be the medical professional when I don't have the tools of my trade?"

Jim paused, thinking that over briefly.

"We are going to get Spock back and go home," Jim said. "First . . . We need a lift, plant soil, and. . ." He frowned. "I am not going to like this but I am going to need to pose as my other self. How hard is that going to be?"

McCoy had a look of disbelief.

Most of that was 'you are crazy, Jim.'

"Jim, you do realize that he might be different than how you appear!"

"I can always try,Bones."

"Jim."

"Yes?"

"Do not go to the mall this time."

"I won't. This time. . . Oh and the pups are fast asleep. Still suckling on their mother's milk."

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"Spock!" McCoy shouted.

The first shooter turned in the direction of Spock raising his gun up. Spock was able to deflect the bullets remarkably using the knight's shield for defense then he got close enough and applied the Vulcan nerve pinch. The first shooter collapsed to the ground. McCoy hide behind a car that was sleek, small,and remarkably big enough. It had the 'built in China' bumper sticker. It had the scent of new to it but then again this is made due to a spray and chemicals working together. There was the scream of a child from across McCoy shouting for help. He was by the side of his father who was bleeding. His father wouldn't make it unfortunately due to the loss of blood that Spock could see. The father was unresponsive, at the time, he was unconscious. McCoy could feel his heart pound against his chest. He couldn't just stand here and watch the third gun men aim the gun at the child's head.