October 2023 Continuing Story

With the beanie gone, Spock stood in front of Jim staring back at him.

And yes, Jim was staring.

He definitely had a full head of silky dark hair. The bowl cut style was a bit odd but to each their own, Jim thought.

But the striking part was Spock had pointy ears. Like an elf or something. Of the fae folk his grandmother used to tell stories of. They looked real, too, not like a Halloween costume. Jim was tempted to reach out and tug at them just to be sure, but he dropped his hand just before he actually touched one.

“I am sure you have questions.”

Jim blew out his breath. He also had oddly shaped eyebrows. Sure he knew plenty of people who waxed or trimmed their unibrow but these were thinned and shaped in the extreme.

“My questions have questions,” Jim admitted.

“I am…Vulcan.”

“Vulcan,” Jim repeated. “Is that east of Budapest?”

“Definitely more North.”

Jim considered this. “How far north?”

Spock pointed up.

“I don’t understand.”

“Vulcan is another planet. It is not on Earth at all.”

“Another planet? Like a Martian?”

“No. Martians, if they existed, would be from Mars. Vulcans are from Vulcan.”

“I see.” Jim didn’t see at all. And he wondered if this guy in front of him was as much of a whack job as he seemed.

At that moment, Jim’s front door opened and in walked Leonard McCoy from the college.

“Wait. What the hell are you doing here?” Jim took a step back.

“Jim, do not be afraid. Doctor McCoy is here to help.”

“Doctor? Help?” Jim backed up even more. “Are you two in cahoots?”

McCoy made a face. “Cahoots isn’t quite the word. But Jim, we are working together. I’m your doctor and I need—”

Jim laughed hysterically. “Doctor? My doctor? I don’t have a doctor, buddy.”

“Jim, let us help you. You’re sick.”

“Sick?”

“Yes, something happened on the Enterprise and you got injured and it made you sick and you went through a portal. But I have the antidote if you’ll just let me—”

And McCoy held up the needle Jim had seen before and he could see it was filled with some yellow substance Jim assumed he intended to inject in Jim.

He shook his head frantically. “I don’t think so, pal.”

Then Spock raised his hand outward toward Jim’s shoulder.

:”Uh-uh.” Jim got his hand on the doorknob of the back door, twisted it open, and backed out of it, to make a break for it.

“Jim! Wait! No! There are Klingons out there!”