Emotional,physical, and mental

Repairs

Jim strengthend the relationship his other self had with the crew, to gain their trust, respect, and loyalty. But he had to tell someone, someone he trusted, about his current predicament. It was a common occurrence to get trapped with Bones, so Jim bided his time, and waited, and waited. Until that moment happened. They were trapped by a cave in during a mission Jim never experienced before. It was new, it was a trick of fate. He had his leg trapped under a pile of rocks and a heavy boulder. They were separated from Spock. He could feel sharp pain coming from his leg. The search for James T. Kirk in the mind was uneventful.

"Bones." Jim said.

"Save your breath, kid." Bones said.

Jim smiled.

"I have something to tell you." Jim said.

Bones raised an eyebrow.

"Something I don't know about you?" Bones asked.

"Yes." Jim said.

"You like the Vulcan." Bones said.

Jim briefly closed his eyes then he reopened them.

"Yes," Jim said, taking Bones hand. "I am . . ." He considered the idea,again, it seemed mad to tell this to another person who will not believe him. "I am bisexual."

"I knew it!" Bones said.

Jim had a soft laugh and he closed his eyes. Jim cleared his mind and allowed himself to picture his mind. He stepped foot onto the dirt. He looked down to see his hands were not of a young twenty-six year old man but a sixty year old hand staring back at him. Jim faced forwards then he began on his trek to find the young man. Bones looked over to see that Jim was asleep, or, something like that. He was quiet. His eyes were closed.

Bones took out his communicator.

"Anyone out there?" Bones said. "Spock, Ensign Richard? Ensign Sarah?"

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Jim found himself on a hill. A grassy hill. He could see a rocky path leading down straight to a familiar house. The home he had in Iowa, the one that had been handed down from generation to generation. The house that he and his brother lived in with their mother then Uncle Frank when she was busy traveling--wait, those memories aren't his. He and his brother went with their mother and father, partially a reason why they went to Tarsus IV. Jim walked down the path noticing the wired fences, the quiet black and white bodies of cows grazing while some were sitting down, the sound of pig stench drifted into his nose.

It is a little difficult to avoid pig stench when you live on a farm road.

Fifteen minutes later, he found himself in the backyard. The house was all the same save for the holo-photos, the old lightswitch, manual labor to clean the house, the door knob, the books, the rooms, and the front porch with a swing set on the front. The pebbled walk way leading to the stairs. The mail box situated beside the white picket fence. The pairs of windows in front of the house giving a good view of the place. Jim,now at the backyard that showed miles after miles of fields, felt dizzy. He came by a small pool of water then looked over to see that he looked like a young man again complete with the 'Kirk curl' set to the side of his widows peak. He shared a face similar to his counterpart but different.

"Spock," Jim said, rubbing the side of his head turning away. "I wish you'll believe me."

Jim closed his eyes feeling as though his memories were being replaced.