Out of the woods

First impressions

Jim walked out of the passenger ship following a small Vulcan family consisting of two girls and one father. The two little girls were at first shy. Their ears were so small and curly, their hair well cut, and the unique difference of eye color was refreshing. He had been sitting down for most of the ride to Vulcan after three hours drifting in space in emergency escape shuttle and two hours spent on the passenger ship to Vulcan. It was surely different to the one he had landed.

Everything was so white and shiny.

There was even a motion picture playing.

It had been a couple decades since Jim had seen a movie much like this.

Now he was off the platform.

The shortest Vulcan girl turned around, and held her hand up, "Live long and prosper."

Jim held his and up and reciprocated.

"Live long and proper, little one." Jim said.

The little girl lowered her hand and went after her family. Jim? He didn't have much of a family that he knew like the back of his hand except for fragments of memory indicating he treated Bone as a uncle he never and Spock as a brother. Luckiest man alive, Jim had once said, in the universe. He still did not remember the name of the ship he had served on.

He didn't remember Bones full name.

Jim knew that for five years he served with a Vulcan, a man from Georgia, a man from Russia who was the navigator, a young woman stationed at commuications, a man skilled in sword fighting who held the helm, and a Scottish man who was a engineer. That is what he would list in chronological order if someone asked what friends of his who he remembered over the past three years, Dorian reminded Jim of a doctor in scrubs but who? It wasn't Bones. Bones was a Caucasian man. He walked forward until he could see a nine year old, grumpy, Vulcan holding a sign crudely reading 'Jim' written in black. There was a three year old clutched to his leg staring at Jim's direction.

Jim smiled.

Jim approached the two.

"Hello," Jim said. "I am Jim Kirk."

"We're waiting for a Jim." Sybok said.

Jim sighed.

Right, Jim never had met Sybok when he first turned up on Vulcan with no memory.

"I am that Jim," Jim lowered down to the little one's level. "Hello, Mr Spock."

The little one stared back at him with stoic eyes, which was kind of creepy, but it wasn't as creepy for Jim. These gentle and warm eyes. Jim had a strange feeling in his heart that this wasn't his Spock even if he had the name . . . this wasn't him. He didn't have that face. In the memories and dreams Jim had of his Spock not once could he see the face.

"Jamie." Spock said.

Spock reached his hand out landing it on Jim's nose.

Jim made a sound which startled the Vulcan.

"That was intended to be funny," Jim said, standing up now upright. "Where are your parents?"

"They left one hour, thirty-minutes, and two seconds ago," Sybok replied. "Something urgent in the search for Nero took them by surprise. They give their apologies that they could not be here. I thought you would be older."

Jim had a short laugh.

"That makes the two of us." Jim said. "Now," Jim cocked up an eyebrow. "May you be my guide to your house?"