In a world not our own

Home is where the heart is

"Where are the Tigerliona's?" Spock asked.

"We got them back to the Klingons one month ago," Jim said. "We have been holding it off returning to our universe. We can't leave without you, Spock."

"You did that all for me?" Spock asked.

"You are my other half, Spock," Jim said. "I wouldn't leave my other half unattended."

"The machine is ready!" Stone shouted from the basement.

"Good!" Jim said. "Bones, you are going first!"

There was a gasp from the basement.

"But Jim---" McCoy said.

"I will be right behind you, Bones." Jim said.

"Scatter my atoms everywhere in space . . . I wouldn't dare go out that way." McCoy grumbled from the basement.

"What about Mr Witherton?" Spock said.

They heard the melody of the Transporter.

"He has been a lot of help lately," Jim said. "And Spock, to the Enterprise, it has been one hour since we left."

"Hm. . . . how convenient." Spock said.

There was a glow about Jim's eyes.

"Spock, close your eyes." Jim said.

"That would be illogical," Spock said. "I am not blind."

"I will guide you," Jim said. "Let me be your eyes for a surprise."

Spock raised an eyebrow.

"I do not like surprises." Spock said.

"Just this once." Jim said, reassuringly, taking Spock's hand.

Spock closed his eyes. He had full faith and trust in Jim. They went down the stairs and he heard the sound of a door close behind him with a small click. That indicated that someone was going to intervene. Someone out there. It became obvious what they are using is fairly obvious to the government of this time and arriving here will be easy. They came to a stop with Jim still holding Spock's hand.

"Open your eyes, old friend." Jim said.

Spock opened his eyes to see a vastly improved transporter with a white background, white floor, a circular blue pad, and there was a transporter console across from it. The machine itself was fascinating. He saw a young man with red hair setting the coordinates with a small device in his ear as he nodded. He scanned about the room that looked about right. It wasn't eye friendly that Spock noted.

Jim had one of his lopsided classic grins.

"How's it look?" Jim asked.

"Eye straining," Spock said. "I like the old transporter."

"Me too," Jim agreed. "This is from the movie set a bit with some. . . actual parts."

"The Doctor arrived in one piece?" Stone nodded. "Good, I will relay." He turned in the direction of the two. "The Doctor has made it to the ship."

"Fascinating," Spock said. "You have created a transporter capable of sending others into different realities."

"There is one machine making that possible, and that is your communicator." Stone said, pointing over to the device installed into the console. "You better get onto the pad. The government will be all over this in five minutes. This is taking a lot of power to use and consume to get you two men back."

"Let's go, Spock." Jim said.

"Thank you, Mr Stone," Spock said, then he did the Vulcan sign with his free hand. "Live long and prosper."