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Flash Fiction, April 17, 2026

I’m not necessarily moving away from posting the continuing story here but today’s flash fic is unrelated and a stand-alone

There were a few things that needed to be done to the Enterprise that hadn’t been able to be finished on Yorktown so the starship had been moved to HQ in San Francisco to have those finishing touches done before the crew went out again.

There had been no reason to remain on Yorktown under those circumstances, so Bones and Jim had returned to San Francisco. Bones had arranged for his ex-wife to bring his newly turned thirteen-year-old daughter to San Francisco for the time Bones would be there before the Enterprise departed.

Naturally Jim’s bestie was incredibly excited at the opportunity to spend some quality time with his daughter and Jim was happy for him. But he didn’t intend to intrude most of the time they had together. Jim had some things he wanted to do also.

Jim had joined them when Bones had decided to take Jo on a tour around a lot of the city, but when they happened to finish the tour right by HQ Jim told them he was taking his leave.

“I have some meetings scheduled.”

“Meetings?” Bones frowned. “I thought maybe you could join us for an early dinner.”

Jim smiled. “I’d love to, Bones. Really. But I don’t think I’ll be free to make it tonight. Why don’t we plan something later in the week?”

“Later in the week?” Bones asked, doubtfully. “You’ll be that busy?”

“Well…”

Jo laughed. “Daddy, stop pestering Uncle Jim. I’m sure he has stuff he wants to do while he’s here. You can message him later and set something up.”

Jim shot her a grateful look. “She’s right. Go and go eat. Jo’s been talking about starving for the last twenty minutes.”

“Okay, okay. If you’re sure.”

Jim playfully shoved him. “Go on. I’m going inside.” He said gesturing to the HQ building. And he did just that.

Ten minutes later he walked back out again, looking down the street to make sure Bones and his daughter were out of sight.

With a satisfied nod, Jim shook his head and headed in the opposite direction from where his friend had been headed toward the sea.

When he reached an area with a railing, he paused and sent a message.

Here.

And then he waited, anticipation making his stomach flutter though he was a full-grown man of many years of experience. But something about this secret, clandestine meeting had him absurdly excited.

It had been years since this kind of thing.

Jim pulled the collar of his coat a little tighter around his throat as the ocean breeze picked up and the temperature dropped a little.

“Have you been waiting long?”

He didn’t turn around, but he smiled. “Yeah, I think I have.”

A hand on the small of his back forced a shiver down his spine.

“You are cold?”

He did turn a little when strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him close.

“Just a little chilly. I missed you.”

“You saw me when we parted this morning when you went on your tour with the doctor.”

Jim laughed. “I know. It’s just…”

“This is still new,” Spock spoke quietly.

“Yeah.”

“You could have informed the doctor about us.”

“I know.” Jim sighed and pulled away, conscious of making Spock too uncomfortable with such PDA. “I just sort of want to keep this between us for now.”

“You have doubts?”

“No,” Jim denied. “Just…it’s nice only the two of us. No one knowing or commenting or judging.”

“Eventually they will all know. We will have to report it.”

“I know that too. But we won’t have…this stage in our relationship won’t ever come again, you know, and I want to enjoy it.”

“Jim,” Spock said softly.

“Yeah?”

“I will not change my mind, T’hy’la.”

Jim looked away, felt the sting of tears he couldn’t keep from forming. “Yeah?’ He swallowed the heavy lump. “Okay.”

“I suggest we pick something up to eat, whatever you wish, as I am not particularly picky, and take it back to our hotel room, spend the rest of the day there exploring all there is to explore between us.”

Jim smiled. “That does sound good. And super hot too.”

Spock smiled a little. “And we will enjoy the experience so much we may as well do it tomorrow as well.”

“Now that sounds like an excellent plan, Spock.”

“I thought you would approve. Come Captain. I will warm you.”

Jim snuggled into Spock’s arms. “You do, Spock. You do.”

6

Flash Fic, April 10, 2026

And we continue…more dramatic turns!

The “shuttle bay” Spock directed them too was more like a dark, hidden cave. He realized as he entered the cave that it wasn’t made or real rock, it was all illusional. He wasn’t sure how Spock knew of such a place but Jim guessed he was feeling grateful.

And also pissed.

Though presently, anyway, not at Spock.

As soon as the hover car came to a stop in front of a shuttlecraft that looked in pretty good shape from Jim’s assessment, Jim was out of the car ready to have it out with his mom.

Spock moved off to speak to someone by the shuttle, presumably the pilot, while his mother helped the children out of the car. He noticed that like Desda, Brick and Isabella seemed to have only the clothes on their backs, and they appeared to be night clothes.

Jim spoke to Desda, “Can you bring them over there so I can speak to my mother?”

Desda gave him an anxious look, but she nodded and led the children closer to where Spock stood but still where Jim and his mother could see them.

“Jim—” His mom began.

“I just want to know how long you’ve been lying to me about this whole thing,” Jim interjected. “These kids. What…who exactly are they?”

She put her hands together in a gesture of pleading. “I didn’t lie. I didn’t know much about them myself.”

“You said we’d be in and out, it would be hardly any trouble.”

“And I believed that.:

“But you found something out.”

His mother nodded. “When we got here. When I spoke to Melanie in jail.”

“And so you had information you hid from me before we went with Tolar. Is it-is it our fault he and his family are dead?”

“Oh Jim I don’t think—”

“We led them right to Tolar and his family. Fuck, Mom. That’s…that’s not acceptable.”

“No.” She shook her head rapidly. “I really don’t think that was because of us, because of those kids.”

“What did she tell you?”

“Their father was a high-ranking member of the syndicate. They’re pissed at her for killing him and she thinks they might arrange for her to suffer a terrible accident in prison.”

“Syndicate kids?”

“They aren’t syndicate kids. They’re just children, Jim. Caught in the middle of all this.”

“Is that who was firing on you and Spock as you left the school?’

She looked uncomfortable. “Probably. We had…we didn’t have official permission to take them so—”

“So you made me and Spock kidnappers! Mom, you’re such a bi—”

“Don’t!” Desda yelled, suddenly next to them. “Don’t, please.”

“Desda,” his mother whispered.

Desda blew out a breath and looked at Jim. “You shouldn’t speak to your mom like that. She’s the only mother you have. Okay?”

Jim glanced at his mother, who now stared at the ground. “It’s complicated.”

“I know,” Desda said. “And I know you went through a lot lately. I know. And this is all crazy. For all of us. I get it. But…Jim…you and your mom are not responsible for what happened to Uncle Tolar and his family. You’re not. They are. The bad ones. And maybe a little Uncle Tolar. But not you. Your mom just wanted to save two little kids. Right? And now she’s saved three.” She hitched a breath. “At least if we make it out of here.”

All at once Jim’s anger left him, and it made him feel more physically and mentally exhausted than ever. He nodded at his daughter.

“Mom, I’m sorry.”

His mother embraced him. “I’m sorry too. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.”

Jim blew out a breath, then squeezed and released her.

Spock stood beside the younger children, Brick and Isabella, who stared at them with haunted eyes, their little bodies trembling in fear/

“If you are ready, Jim. We can leave.”

“I’m more than ready, let’s go.” 

Flash Fic March 27, 2026

“Okay,” his mom said, her hand already on the handle of the hover car. “I’m going in to get those kids.”

“What?” Jim shook his head. “No way. I’m going.”

“Negative. Someone has to stay here with Desda and that’s you. I know what these kids look like. I have instructions from Melanie on their location and what to say to get them to come with me.”

“Mom—”

“Spock can come with me.”

Jim glanced at Spock who nodded his consent.

“I still think I should go.”

“Because you always have to be in charge,” his mom said, opening the door. “I have a phaser and I have Spock. We’ll go in and get those kids and be back here before you know it.”

Before Jim could argue further Spock and his mom were out of the car and gone up to the school that looked a bit more like a prison to Jim.

“I make you pretty uncomfortable, huh.”

Jim glanced sideways at the Orion teen in the back seat. Rather than respond right away, he crawled over the console between his seat and the driver’s seat and put himself in the driver’s seat.

“What are you doing?” Desda asked.

“We might have to make a fast getaway so having me here makes the most sense.” He sighed, his gaze focused on the school instead of the Orion with his eyes. “Maybe.”

“Maybe what?”

“You make me uncomfortable. I never intended to have kids.”

“Why?”

He shook his head. “Not something I wanted. My life was in space. It’s hard to raise a family in those circumstances. It’s a dangerous place and easy to leave orphans behind.”

“Like you.”

“I wasn’t an orphan. You just met my mother.”

Desda grunted. “But your father was killed. My mother died here and until you came along, I had no one but my uncle and his family. And now they are gone.”

“And they were you only family?”

“No. My father is alive,” she said pointedly.

Jim winced, nodded. “Come on, come on. Hurry.”

“You’re anxious.”

“I just want to get home.”

“Where is home?”

“On the Enterpr…” He stopped. No. Not anymore. “San Francisco. Riverside, Iowa for my mom.”

“What were you going to say?”

“You’re full of questions, kid.”

“How else am I going to learn?”

“I was captain of the USS Enterprise with Starfleet. But then the entire crew was grounded.”

“What happened?”

“We responded to a distress signal and were attacked,” Jim told her. “It’s happened before. Lost the whole ship. But this…this was different. We were physically and mentally tortured for an extended period of time. It was…catastrophic. Some didn’t make it. Some who did were never the same. Those of us who mostly survived…we’re not the same either.”

Desda whispered, “Were your attackers brought to justice?”

“No. They’re still out there. Starfleet has closed the space where it happened to all ships.”

They both fell silent then while Jim’s anxiety grew. It was taking too long, wasn’t it? He was going to have to go in after them.

Desda broke the silence. “The Vulcan…Spock. Who is he to you?”

“He was my first officer.” Jim paused. “And my…ex.”

“He dumped you?”

“No. I dumped him.”

She opened her mouth, probably to ask even more nosey questions, but Jim saw movement at the doors of the school and then he spotted his mother and Spock running toward them, Spock carrying both children.

Jim pushed the button that would unlatch the doors and they rushed in.

“Go! Hurry,” Spock ordered. “There is a private shuttle waiting to take us to Earth.”

As Jim pulled away, his foot pressed down on the accelerator, he spotted flashes of gunfire behind them.

Flash Fic March 20, 2026

Continuing our story—

“I had trouble sleeping,” the teen explained. “I couldn’t stop thinking about meeting the two of you and what it might mean for the future. My uncle is…” She paused, her voice cracking. “Was good to me. He and my aunt were decent, and they loved my cousins and me. I was never mistreated.”

“But?” Jim’s mother prompted.

“Uncle Tolar got involved with the syndicate. I used to hear them talking about it and how he got in too deep. I don’t know what happened exactly but it all went bad. That house we just left? We’d only moved there a short time ago. We had to flee our old house because they knew where we lived. My uncle thought we were safe at the new place.” She let out a little sob. “But I guess they found us.”

Jim saw his mom put her arm around the girl’s shoulders. He turned to look forward.

“How did you end up in Spock’s hover car?” he asked.

She hiccupped. “Because I wasn’t sleeping, I heard them arrive. I knew-I knew someone shouldn’t be coming to the house then. I knew it was bad. I wanted to warn everyone but there wasn’t much time. Uncle Tolar came out of his room, he’d heard them too. He saw me and told me to run.”

“Easy,” his mother said. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say more.”

Jim bit back a denial on that.

“I went out the window by the kitchen and tried to figure out where I could run, how I could get away with them right there in the house. Then I saw the Vulcan coming toward your window. I saw his vehicle. I knew he had to be coming for you, so I got in the car and hid there.”

“Thank goodness you did,” Mom said.

Spock had remained silent until then. Now he said, “Who is she exactly, Jim?”

Jim blew out a long breath. “Remember Gaila, from the Academy. She was Uhura’s roommate.”

“Yes, I recall.”

“We were involved…before the test. Before everything with Vulcan. I guess…she was pregnant and never told me. Desda is that child.”

“And yet you found her when you were here,” Spock replied.

“Coincidence, I think. We’re here for those kids. My mom’s grandniece and nephew. Gaila’s brother, Tolar, recognized me as the man Gaila had been involved with and brough Mom and me to his house. I don’t think he knew what was about to happen.”

“He didn’t,” Desda insisted. “I think he wanted us to meet, though. That maybe you would take me with you when you left Orion.”

“You must have other relatives here.”

“Jim!” His mother admonished.

Jim pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just…I need time to think. Time to get this in my head.” He glanced at Spock. “Wait. How are you here? Your dad said you were undergoing Kolinahr.”

“Yes.”

“Was it successful?”

Spock looked at him, his expression unreadable. “We are about to arrive at the school where your relatives are alleged to be. Please prepare for arrival.”  

Flash Fic March 13, 2026

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 Jim couldn’t believe Spock was there, outside the window, hand outstretched toward them. He wore all black and blended in with the ominous darkness out the window.

Within the rest of the house Jim could still hear blasts and explosions.

Jim glanced toward the bedroom door, heart pounding.

“Tolar and his family.”

Spock gave barely a shake of his head. “They are beyond help. You must hurry. They will come your way within minutes, perhaps seconds.”

Jim swallowed down the sorrow at the thought of Desda, a daughter he never knew about, gone already. He could see the mirroring sadness in his mother’s gaze and also fright.

“Jim—” Spock began.

“Go, Mom. Now. Spock’s right. We have to get out of here now.”

Jim helped his mom scramble out of the window and into Spock’s arms to help her out and onto solid ground. Just as Jim was climbing through to follow her, the door to their room was blasted open. Spock pulled him the rest of the way out.

“I have a vehicle ready.”

“We need to get to Kinavvern to get my niece’s children,” Mom said as she hurried into the hover vehicle.”

“It is wise to leave the Orion colonies,” Spock replied.

“Sure is,” she agreed. “But not without them.”

Jim exhaled. “Yeah, she’s right. We need to get them.”

“Very well.” Spock’s hover car shot away from Tolar’s house and the massacre that had occurred there.

“What was that?” Jim asked, when he could find the words.

“I am not sure.”

Suddenly Desda popped up from the back of the hover car. “I can tell you.”

“Desda!” his mother exclaimed.

“It would seem we have a stowaway,” Spock remarked, speeding up ever faster.

“Yes. Jim’s daughter.”

Spock glanced his way, his eyes widening in surprise.

Jim shook his head and turned to Desda.

“All right. Spill. What did we walk into there when Tolar brought us there?”

Flash Fic March 02, 2026

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Jim was on high alert the whole way to Tolar’s house. He saw looming dark silhouettes everywhere. He wasn’t sure if they were his imagination or real, but he kept his hand on his phaser and his gaze darting everywhere.

He felt a weird pressure in his head he couldn’t quite explain. He hadn’t eaten or drank anything since they’d arrived in the Orion colonies. It wasn’t pain exactly, but he noticed it, and it was somehow familiar, but the source eluded him.

At about fifteen minutes after they’d left the area of the jail, they reached a home built under a large leafy tree.

“We’re here,” Tolar announced.

He opened the front door and preceded them in.

His mom glanced his way. “Okay?”

“Not entirely sure we have a choice, but yeah, let’s go.”

They stepped inside to the smell of cooking food and the sight of three children playing in the central room. Two were young, one appeared to be fourteen or fifteen, Jim guessed.

Tolar came forward with an Orion woman who looked to be around the same age as him.

“This is my wife, Myrla. This is James Kirk and his mother…”

“Winona,” his mother supplied.

“Welcome to our home. I was just preparing dinner,” Myrla told them. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll return to it.”

Jim smiled. “Sure.”

“And these are our children.” Tolar looked intently at Jim then. “Actually, the oldest is my sister’s daughter.”

“Gaila?” Jim asked, surprised.

“Yes. As I said, she survived because she missed getting on the Farragut. After the battles, she chose to leave Starfleet and returned here. Desda was three when her mother passed and we took over care of her.”

Jim nodded. “I see.

“Desda, come here. I would like for you to meet someone,” Tolar called.

The teenager rose from her place sitting on the floor and approached them. She had the same red hair Gaila had. She had bright blue eyes though. Jim blinked. He glanced at his mother who stared at the girl.

“Desda, this is James Kirk and his mother, Winona.”

Desda gave them both assessing looks. “You are my biological father, is that not correct?”

“I…uh.” Jim’s stomach twisted as he looked to Tolar.

“It is true,” Tolar replied. “Gaila arrived here pregnant. She told us that you were the father. When I saw you earlier I feared you came for Desda. She is part of our family now.”

Jim shook his head. “No. No. I…I didn’t even know. Are you sure?”

He was having trouble breathing.

Tolar shrugged. “Look at her eyes. Do they not seem familiar?”

Jim moistened his lips with his tongue. “This is…unexpected. But no, as I told you, we came for my cousin’s children. I…I wouldn’t removed Desda from her home.

Myrla returned. “Dinner is served.”

Flash February 06, 2026

Jim hadn’t been to Orion in decades. Once in his first year at the Academy he and Bones had accompanied Gary Mitchell there and they’d had, well, an interesting time. But that was back in his somewhat carefree party days, which he’d long left behind.

He sat next to his mother as they made the shuttle trip there. He didn’t have any idea what to expect. His mother hadn’t expected involvement with the Orion father’s family, but Jim knew families were complicated and you never knew when one would come out of the woodwork and declare possession.

He hoped for his mother’s sake it would be as simple as she hoped to collect his cousin’s kids.

Not that he was looking forward to kids running around the farmhouse. Once he had established that his mother had control of things, he’d be headed back to his new life in San Francisco.

“Wasn’t she married to Spock?” his mother asked out of the blue.

Jim couldn’t pretend not to know who she meant, though the question was unwelcome.

“Yeah. They’re divorced now she says.”

“Mm. Do you…well do you have any regrets?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know. I just know that love isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be.”

She smiled faintly. “No?”

He shrugged. “I loved Spock. More than anyone I’ve ever known. Still do. And we tried. Or I think we did. I’m the one who ended it. But I think he would have eventually realized we weren’t going to work, too.”

“And yet he didn’t make it work with Nyota Uhura either.”

Jim sighed. “I probably pushed that. Them getting back together. I wanted…if I couldn’t make Spock happy then she should.”

“But she didn’t,” his mother said gently.

“No.”

“I sometimes wonder if that mission would have been better for you if you had still been with Spock.”

“Maybe. Or worse. In the end that’s what caused the break. My inability to let him completely in. I can’t. So, do I have regrets? I guess so. Maybe that I even tried. It made me want things I just can’t have.”

“Jim…”

He shook his head, reached over and squeezed her hand. “It’s okay, Mom. I’ve made peace with it. And I honestly wish they’d been able to stay together. But couples break up, I know that.”

“You and Carol.”

“Exactly. And now somewhere out there is a son I’m never going to know.” He sighed again. “So yeah. Maybe I should have avoided romance altogether.”

“You’re definitely cynical.” She squeezed his hand back. “Maybe you should check on Spock.”

“I could, sure. Maybe.” The pilot announced their impending arrival. “All right. It’s time to roll.”’

Flash February 02, 2026

Uhura moved out of his arms and gave him a tired smile. She looked good, though. She wore black slacks and a camel-colored sweater with big gold hoops in her ears.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Jim told her.

“Same.”

He gestured to the table. “Join me?”

Uhura nodded. “Let me just get my drink.”

He slid into the booth and a minute or two later she came back carrying what looked like an orange soda. She sat across from him and gestured to the drink beside him.

“Shirley Temple?”

“I’m here with my mother. She stopped drinking a while back. She’s joining me shortly.” He picked up his whiskey sour. “Where’s Spock?”

She stared at him just as she brought the orange drink to her lips. “Spock and I aren’t together anymore.”

He frowned. “You aren’t?”

“We’re divorced. Last year.” She shook her head. “Didn’t he tell you?”

“We don’t keep in contact,” he admitted softly.

Uhura closed her eyes briefly. “Who told you about Pavel passing if it wasn’t Spock?”

“Admiral M’Benga. On-on behalf of Bones.”

 She lowered her gaze, eyes sad. When she looked back at him there was just the barest wet sheen there.

“It was a simple enough divorce. No kids. No bond.”

“You guys didn’t get bonded on New Vulcan?”

Uhura rolled her eyes. “No. And I can’t believe you don’t know that either. We were going to, after you married us, that was the plan. But the Elders on New Vulcan said we weren’t mentally compatible.” She grimaced. “After that Spock retreated even farther away from me. We should never have forced the marriage, but I guess we all thought that was the thing to do at the time. Have one moment of joy after everything. Trouble was the feelings we once had for each other couldn’t be recreated no matter how hard we tried. And we did try.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, and he was. He’d wanted it to work between them after it hadn’t worked between him and Spock. 

“You really should talk to him, Jim.”

He ignored that and forced a smile. “How are you doing then? I’m guessing you’re going somewhere since you’re here at the bay.”

She brightened. “I’m going to Alonder 2. I might not be with Starfleet anymore, but I took a position as a communications director with the Federation’s President.  She’s sending me to Alonder 2 for a conference related to their possibly becoming part of the United Federation of Planets. Do you know it?”

“I’ve heard of it and its richness of minerals.”

“Which is why they are desirable to join.” An announcement came over the speakers and she began to scoot out of the booth. “And that’s me. We should really get together soon, Jim. I know how difficult it’s been with the others, but I’d like to keep in touch.”

He nodded. “Okay. Take care of yourself, Nyota.”

“You too. And talk to Spock.”

She hurried off then just as his mother came through the swinging doors of the bar. She glanced back at the way Uhura had gone and then joined Jim at the table.

“Was that Commander Uhura?”

“Former Commander Uhura, yeah. She works for the President now and is off to Alonder 2.”

His mom nodded. “I’ve got our bags packed and already on the shuttle for Orion.” She picked up her Shirley Temple. “Paperwork is in order too. And I have a shot for you.”

He finished off his whiskey sour. “A shot?”

“Orion pheromones can be dangerous and you’re a magnet for attractive members of both genders no matter the species as well as a magnet for danger.” She pulled out a syringe from her purse. “Stick out your arm.”

“Is this really necessary?” But he stuck out his arm, and she pushed up his sleeve and pressed the needle in.

“We need to stay focused on the mission, Jim. Get those kids and get out.” 

January 30, 2026 Flash

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“I’m sorry, Mom. I know how hard that was for you.”

They were back on the road, headed to Cedar Rapids to the commercial shuttle bay for the shuttle that would take them to San Francisco and then one that would eventually take them to Orion.

It had been a gloomy visit. Warren hadn’t remembered his sister Winona, Jim or even his own daughter. But his mom had tried and her gentle patience with her brother had touched Jim.

“It was yeah,” she admitted. She glanced at him. “What about you?”

Jim sighed. “I can’t pretend I didn’t think about Chekov. But his situation was a little different than Uncle Warren’s. He ended up in a facility because he was catatonic. After that mission…” Jim shook himself. “He was too young for that to happen.”

“I don’t think there was anything you could have done, honey.”

“Logically I know that. I feel guilty sometimes. Not because of what happened, because, well, of course. But because when they notified me, he’d passed, I was relieved.”

She reached over and patted his leg. “It had to be difficult seeing someone you cared about and who you felt responsible like that, a shell of what he once was. No one would blame you for feeling relieved. He wouldn’t suffer anymore.”

“That’s what I tell myself. Everyone tells me there was no chance he’d ever come out of it, and I trust what they said, but sometimes I just don’t know how to feel. I don’t want to dwell on it but it’s hard not to.”

“Well, not many people dwell on tragedy as much as I have so I get where you’re coming from. Try to remind yourself, as I try, that he wouldn’t want you to suffer so much over it. You know? The best we can do is to honor who they were and how they lived. And not waste our own lives. Took me a long time to learn that.”

Jim nodded and looked out at the road. “Were you close when you were young to your brother?”

“Not as close as I wish we’d been, honestly. He was older by a few years. Thought I was a brat.” She laughed. “He was right. Here we are. Let’s hope it doesn’t take too long to get to San Francisco.

The shuttle from Cedar Rapids to San Francisco was uneventful. But shortly after they arrived, his mother stopped next to a bar.

“Why don’t you go in and order us something to drink? I need to get our tickets and a few other supplies we’ll need, so go on in there and wait for me.”

Jim frowned. “How long will we be there? I didn’t pack anything.”

She smirked. “I know. Leave that to me. That’s part of what I need to get. I won’t be long. And I’m not sure. I’m hoping at the most we’ll be there overnight and on our way. I don’t anticipate any problems.”

“I always anticipate problems.” Jim retorted.

“Yes, I know. Go in. Get a refreshment and relax. I’ll join you soon.”

With a grimace, Jim went through the swinging doors, they were made to look like old-fashioned saloon doors and headed for the bar counter and ordered their drinks.

He was just carrying them over to a booth when he heard his name called.

“Jim? Jim, it is you.”

He set them on the table and turned to greet Nyota Uhura, who flung her arms around him to embrace him.

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