A voice. Someone else was with him, but not someone he knew. Bones' voice
would have been harsher, growling almost. Spock's would have been neutral,
logical in the extreme, nearly infuriating. No, this was a new voice, new
hands grasping his own, pulling him back to center. Fresh tears sprang up,
doing nothing to aide his attempts to breathe, but he had been so long
alone in the dark, so long with just the pounding of his own heart to break
the silence because his throat became to raw to continue screaming.
Questions. The man was asking him questions. Name.. name and date. What
were they again? His tongue felt to thick in his mouth, dry and gritty as
sand.
"Kirk." Yes, that was right. Jim Kirk, once upon a time. "James Tiberius
Kirk... Captain... U-S-S... Enterprise..." His ship, his
crew, his home. Where? "Year...Star date... 2260.49." Yes, that was right
too. He remembered, the day the universe had cracked open, that he had
fallen in to sew it closed from the other side, remembered the look on
Spock's face, remembered saying something, but not sure what, if the Vulcan
would have been understood.
He pushed his hands against the hardwood floor, leveraging himself up, only
to fall back as everything inside of him protested, suddenly fighting the
urge to vomit.
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A voice. Someone else was with him, but not someone he knew. Bones' voice would have been harsher, growling almost. Spock's would have been neutral, logical in the extreme, nearly infuriating. No, this was a new voice, new hands grasping his own, pulling him back to center. Fresh tears sprang up, doing nothing to aide his attempts to breathe, but he had been so long alone in the dark, so long with just the pounding of his own heart to break the silence because his throat became to raw to continue screaming.
Questions. The man was asking him questions. Name.. name and date. What were they again? His tongue felt to thick in his mouth, dry and gritty as sand.
"Kirk." Yes, that was right. Jim Kirk, once upon a time. "James Tiberius Kirk... Captain... U-S-S... Enterprise..." His ship, his crew, his home. Where? "Year...Star date... 2260.49." Yes, that was right too. He remembered, the day the universe had cracked open, that he had fallen in to sew it closed from the other side, remembered the look on Spock's face, remembered saying something, but not sure what, if the Vulcan would have been understood.
He pushed his hands against the hardwood floor, leveraging himself up, only to fall back as everything inside of him protested, suddenly fighting the urge to vomit.