. . . 2239 . . .

. . January 1st. .

Spock was nine years old. Jim had a cane because he felt pain in his leg. This kind of pain was unusual since he hadn't experienced it in what feels like decades. He got a cane in August. It was difficult to walk. Whatever Q had injected him failed to do anything about his leg. His spidey sense was still tingling. Sarek was going to be here tomorrow since he had re-valuated the situation and decided to return along with his wife.

Sarek was not at the least surprised about Sybok's exile.

Jim had packed his belongings while Spock was asleep.

They were going to the zoo with a large enclosure for each animal to make it seem at home. It was logical, no fences or bars, just a electrical screen that they could not scale over. His leg had been acting strangely. He could not feel his leg. Perhaps it was tied to that spidey feeling? He had that golden combadge in his pocket. He took the golden combadge out of his pocket into his right hand. It was uncomfortable walking on the leg well actually both legs for that matter. It is like he had to sit down. What did he do to deserve this kind of pain? In all of the universe it had to be the day before.

They were visiting the zoo for Spock's birthday.

"Hey,Mr Kirk!" Came a young male voice. Instead of continuing to walking, both Jim and Spock turned in the direction of the question calling. "Why don't you age?"

Jim's eyes caught the sight of the pistol trigger being pressed on. Circa twentieth century. The gun was aimed at Spock's direction. Jim heard the sound of his heart racing. Spock's wasn't going any faster than it usually does. Spock was stoic staring at the Romulan with eyes that bore nothing of interested. Jim let go of the cane then he acted in speed and with great urgency: he pushed Spock out of the way.

Spock landed on the ground hands first then he looked over to his caregiver on the ground on his side. He watched the Romulan fade off into the distance as Vulcans surrounded them appearing to be concerned. Spock came to the side of Jim who seemed to be shot straight at the chest. How many times? Spock wouldn't know at all. He hadn't seen the gun shots.

"Jim!" Spock said.

"Spock . . ." Jim placed the golden arrow into Spock's hands. "It is yours now." Jim had a weak smile. "For when we meet again."

"Don't say that," Spock said, shaking his head coming to the verge of tears. "You are not going to die."

"I hope you meet me." Jim said, and then he lost consciousness as his eyes closed.

"Captain?" Spock sounded distressed, as he shook the unresponsive man. "Captaaaaain!"