Out of the woods

Found

. . . 2258. . .

Thankfully for being a man in a comatose like state for a good twenty some years, they don't feel pain and they feel at peace. They relive memories. What memories did Jim relive? Some of them involved women but a majority of them involved his Spock. His missions off and on his ship. These memories were returning memories. He didn't remember the names of the other people. Jim remembered more of his quarters, the transporter room, sick bay, engineering, and the bridge to name a few.

Something cold and square met Jim's skin then came out.

"Lieutenant Commander, we are not suppose to wake up these people until we come back with back up!" Came a gruff voice.

Jim's eyes adjusted to the scenery.

"Lieutentant," Came a familiar voice that was monotone and smooth. "I am obligated to do this."

"Why, Mr Spock?" The gruff voiced man asked.

Selek is Spock?

Jim's eyes became better and clear as the familiar face came over.

He still did not remind Jim of his Spock. There was . . . something missing. It was . . . the eyebrows? Maybe not. Definitely not the eyebrows. Something about the face didn't seem to fit the blurry face he saw in his memories. He recognized the Vulcan as Spock, the young boy he had been there for six years. The young boy who was by his side when he shoved him to the side and took what was meant for the Vulcan. He felt something cold and hard slip into his palm then some hands force his fingers over the item.

"Spock, is that you?" Jim said.

After reliving his memories for so long, Jim was quite startled hearing his own voice.

Staccato.

Pause between words.

"Affirmative." Spock said.

A memory of a Vulcan with a goatee came into his head. It was like a vague scratch of the mystery as to what his Spock appeared. The pain in his legs were gone. Sybok, Sarek, Amanda, Spock, Bones, John, Dorian, and Sam . . . and other people he has met. He could list a hundred names but not the names of the few people he served with for forty some years. It was quite sad having amnesia. There was footsteps coming in their direction. Spock looked over to some man's direction then back toward Jim. Spock's voice sounded nothing like the voice he had heard for forty years.

Speaking of which . . . Chekov.

He remembered another name.

That was another milestone.

Jim saw a unfamiliar memory of a young man in a yellow on the dirt with a holster wrapped around his side and a woman by his side. He had a football sized set of brown hair. He was Russian. He adored Russia. Bones was knelt by his side placing his two fingers along the young man's neck. Bones froze then he looked toward Jim with a sad expression about his face, saying, "He's dead, Jim."

"We will be right back, Admiral." Spock said.

"How do you know I am an Admiral?" Jim asked.

"You are shitting me!" The gruff voiced man whispered back.

Spock vanished out of Jim's line of sight. His legs felt so . . . numb. His back was relatively stiff.

"Damn it, Jim," He could recall Bones. "You have been laying down for so long your legs can't move."

"Ah hell." Jim said.

"When Vulcans have that problem, we try to work out our body parts and rehabilitate them." Spock Prime said.