"Captain, you must see this video." Spock said, holding a padd in his hand.

Jim walked straight into his room.

"Spock, call me Jim." Jim said.

Jim opened the closet door.

"That is illogical as you are my captain." Spock said.

Jim sighed.

"We are not on the ship." Jim said.

Jim thumbed through the rows of clothes.

"You are my commanding officer." Spock said.

Jim got on a white shirt.

"What video is so important that you must come here in six forty-three in the morning?" Jim asked.

Jim came out of his room where Spock was right across from the large tv screen.

The Enterprise was currently undergoing a year long list of repairs due to the extensive attack Khan had played and took out his Chief Medical Officer. It had been three weeks since the loss of McCoy. His good friend. The one who would scowl on him when he did something stupid. The one who took the oath to save lives. The one who said, "I am a Doctor, not a--" often than not. It was his trademark catchphrase. Jim hadn't been able to sleep in a couple days. The last time he saw of McCoy, the older man was being beamed, completely unaware, to the Vengeance.

"Before I show you the video, you must see the original Leonard Horatio McCoy." Spock said.

"The original?" Jim asked.

Spock tapped on the padd screen.

"This." Spock said.

Jim's eyes drifted to the screen.

"Hey!" Jim said, turning his attention away. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"This is no joke, captain." Spock said.

"That looks like Spock Prime's McCoy." Jim said.

Spock raised a eyebrow.

"Explain." Spock said.

"I may have mind melded with him," Jim said. "Some images leaked out . . . okay, maybe a few memories!" He turned his attention to the screen. "How is that even possible. . ."

"There are chances that people in the past resemble our counterpart's friends which are exactly eighty-five point sixty-two percent." Spock said.

Jim had a short laugh, then turned his head toward Spock.

"What's he got to do with this?" Jim asked, curiously.

"That is the original." Spock said.

Jim furrowed his eyebrows.

"I know he is Prime Bones, Spock." Jim said.

Spock appeared to be unfazed.

"You do not understand." Spock said.

"Uh yeah, I do." Jim said

Spock tapped on the screen and slid his fingers to various locations. He then lowered the device turning his eyes toward the wide TV screen. Then the screen changed. It changed to a man in a dark body armor out fit uniform holding a unique kind of gun being followed by a boy who's eyes were dilated. The man turned his attention to the right then brought the boy against the wall. Jim caught a good look of the man's face. It was Bones. He could recognize that grumpy, caring face anywhere. But that face was a soldier. A marine.

"You are high." Bones said, seemingly disgusted and both appalled.

"I have a medical condition--" The kid said.

Jim could feel someone put their hand on his shoulder.

"Are you all right, captain?" Spock asked, sounding concerned.

Jim realized he was sitting down in a chair across from the screen. Spock was relatively calm.

"Better now." Jim said.

Spock stood up then resumed playing the video. It was Bones narrating the story. Spock went straight to the beginning. Bones was sitting down in his desk tapping his fingers together frozen in time and on screen quite literately due to being paused. Jim looked up toward the Vulcan. Apparently he had been gawking at the screen for quite some time.

"If this hard for you, I will play it later." Spock said.

Jim shook his hand.

"No," Jim said. "I want to see what is so damn important about this video."

Spock pressed play.