In a world not our own

And out we go

Jim had his elbows on the table, his elbows were leaned, and he had both hands in a ball under his chin. He had been inside this room for thirty-two minutes. These guys were less 'intimidating' for agents. In fact they were more like interrogators who wanted him to do magic and show proof like the Enterprise out of thin air. Jim's story, that had been told, simply didn't sit well with the men. One man was sitting down in a chair while the other was leaning against the corner glaring at his direction smoking a cigarette.

"Need any more proof?" Jim asked.

The first agent at the table frowned.

"You don't have proof." The first agent said.

"Spock is proof." Jim said.

"Where did you get him?" The second agent said with one hand in his pocket.

"He was assigned to the ship. I inherited him from Pike, I say." Jim smiled. "A very great inheritance."

"You can't inherit a man!" The first agent said.

"I can inherit a spaceship." Jim said.

"Wait what?" The two men said, stunned.

"If I were assigned to it. That's how I inherited Spock. He is unbeatable in chess." Jim mused.

They heard knocking on the door. The first agent went to the door then shut it behind him, there were shouting and commotion. The second agent eyed at the door sweating and panicking mentally. Jim was eerily calm and relaxed about this. Whatever was happening outside wasn't much of a concern. If McCoy were there, he would have commented on how Spock's Vulcan side had rubbed off on the admiral (which would be unsettling to the doctor). The second agent went out of the room without appearing to be concerned. The door closed behind the second agent. Jim could sense Spock was near. Okay in fact, he knew that the Vulcan was nearby. Partially thanks to that psychic like connection they share from their time working together aboard the Enterprise. Fifteen minutes later the commotion came to a standstill.

A complete standstill. There was silence. Utter silence. The door knob turned, and the door went forward revealing Spock who seemed baffled about something on his mind. The door was wide open to reveal two men on the floor apparently out at both sides of the door. It looked like they ran right into one another. The halls were glowing red repeatedly and there was a silent alarm going on and off somewhere out there. It was lot like mayhem had gone on. The kind of mayhem Jim had seen on another ship called the USS Shovel when visiting it last year when heading to a Admiral Banquet. The mayhem was surely . . . annoying. Whatever was going on to the crew then did not affect Jim.

It was like he had become immune to everything in particular.

"I was not aware humans of the 21st century can be fooled into simultaneously thinking there is a natural disaster about to occur in one hour," Spock said. "No wonder I am terrifying. I make it sound logical."

"Did you use statistics?" Jim asked.

"Yes," Spock said. "On the intercom. I am surprised they do not have intercoms in interrogation rooms."

Jim got up from the chair.

"What happened to the doctor?" Jim asked.

"He is dead, Jim," Spock said. "Jim, did you also check your future?"

"Oh hell no," Jim said. "The future is still being written. Hey, you never know, I might end up as the longest living grandfather ever!"

"Has it been two months since we arrived in this universe?" Spock asked.

"Oh, about that . . ." Jim said. "We may have have some hand in expanding transport from one photon to another five feet away."

"Jim, we cannot interfere in history." Spock said.

"It was an accident and I ended up in Mexico. Mexico!" Jim said, as Spock stepped aside. "I wish I had the universal translator."

"How was Mexico?" Spock asked.

"Terrible!" Jim said, coming out of the room. "I spent three days on the run from some men who were apparently were selling drugs and I had said I was a informant by accident! I was using a outdated free Spanish translation book."

"That is very unfortunate." Spock said.

"Next time I am visiting Mexico, I will be prepared this time and it won't be gangs chasing me." Jim said.

"Mexico is currently a peaceful nation." Spock noted.

"That's the one thing I am glad about in our universe,Spock," Jim said, as their fingers (Their index finger and middle fingers pressed together) touched together. "One of many things."