“That went well,” Leonard said, sarcastically.

“Indeed. And I am quite finished doing things your way.”

“I know you blame me for this and—”

Spock shook his head. “Wherever the blame falls with regard to Jim’s circumstances is irrelevant. If we are not able to retrieve him so that the three of us can return to the Enterprise—”

“We can’t leave Earth in 1980 with Klingons, Spock! That’s going to change history and not for the good.”

Spock sighed. “I am well aware. For now, my task is to retrieve the captain before he does harm to himself or the Klingons do it. Stay here.”

“But—”

“In case Jim returns here. Try to contain your impulse to immediately stick him with a hypospray.”

Spock walked out the back door to look for Jim.

“Jim?”

It was dark and difficult to see with the fog that had appeared in the yard.

“Jim? It is Spock. Please come back. I will attempt to explain everything. You are not in danger from me.”

Spock held his phaser, prepared to eliminate any threats to Jim.

It was unfortunate that when Jim went through the portal of the Guardians of Forever, two Klingons followed directly after him. It had taken Spock and McCoy too long to discover exactly where in Earth’s history Jim ended up and then they realized Jim had no memory of his real life and was living this life of a Kirk ancestor.

Now not only did Spock and McCoy have to help Jim rediscover his true identity so they could leave the portal to return to the Enterprise, but they also had to find a way to get the Klingons out as well.

All because Jim had been injected with a drug that caused madness, temporary as it was supposed to be. It should not be surprising to Spock that Jim would have an extreme reaction.

He turned a corner to go behind the house where Spock knew a path led to the barn in the back that housed some farming equipment.

Spock spotted Jim crouched down behind a stack of firewood, clearly unaware of the Klingon Spock also saw approaching him.

His heart immediately leapt from his side to his mouth. He didn’t call out for fear that would alert the Klingon to his presence who then might take the opportunity to use a weapon on Jim.

Being as quiet as he could, Spock moved closer, as he feared from the distance he had been he wouldn’t get an accurate enough shot to dispatch the Klingon.

Now close enough to take the shot, Spock wasted no time firing his phaser and felling the Klingon.

Jim straightened and stood, eyes wide open to gawk first at Spock and the Klingon now lying face down on the ground.

“Is he dead?” Jim asked in a whisper.

“Stunned,” Spock replied. “However, he will need to be restrained for the duration of our time here.”

He held out his hand toward Jim.

“Please take my hand, T’hy’la.”