Space: The Final Frontier…

A hooded and cloaked figure ran through the ornate hallway, hugging a black bag tightly to his chest.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise…

The figure ducked behind a corner, keeping in the shadows as he tried to catch his breath. He leaned his head back against the wall, his hood falling back to reveal cerulean eyes and a grinning mouth.

Her ongoing mission:...

Something within his pocket beeped as he heard alarmed shouts in a foreign language from the hall he just ran from. Exhaling quickly, still grinning, the man with bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair pulled out a small communicator from his pocket and took off running again.

To explore strange new worlds…

"This is Kirk," the man chirped off into the device, glancing behind him to see the strange aliens native to this world turning the same corner he had previously.

"Damn it, man!" a gruff, Southern accented voice replied, causing Kirk to grin even wider. "We were supposed to rendezvous two hours ago!"

To seek out new life forms and new civilizations...

"Relax, Bones," Kirk responded affably, pushing himself to run even faster as he heard the first sounds of a spear ricocheting off of a pillar to his right. "I'm on my way now."

"Captain, are you being pursued?" a new voice came over the communicator, stricter in its manner of speaking, in a more proper fashion.

To boldly go where no one has gone...

"Sorta. Does it matter, Mr. Spock?" the blue eyed man asked the new voice, ducking around a new corner and letting out a breath of relief as he saw the outside world again through an open arch.

"We were not supposed to become involved with the natives, Captain. It is per…" Spock began, only to be cut off by Kirk.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Kirk ran out onto the landing, taking the steps towards the ground in leaps of threes as he went. "I'm en route to our rendezvous, just gimme a second to-"

Before.

Kirk was stopped mid-sentence as he stared at what was happening before him, completely surprised. His feet also stopped taking him in the direction he was running, gluing him to the place he was standing as if he were on quick drying cement. In front of him, much to his disdain, was a sight that he was unfortunately familiar with. Although it was much smaller than what he had seen before, it was undeniably the same.

A small, swirling black hole floated thirty feet before him, lightning coming off of it in leaps and bounds. How he hadn't been pulled into it, let alone the planet he was on, baffled him… yet there it was.

"Captain, is everything alright?" he heard Spock ask over the communicator, but he was too preoccupied processing what was occurring in front of him. An anomaly like this was reported both when the Romulan Nero and Ambassador Spock came through time from the future, so many years ago. Seeing it again here, like this, could be potentially disastrous.

"We have a situation," Kirk calmly responded into the communicator, taking a few steps back. He could hear the natives behind him, but they had all stopped their pursuit of him in order to cower in fear of what he knew was a black hole.

"Our readings indicate there there is…"

"A black hole? Freak lightning storm? Yeah, definitely."

"Damn it, Jim, we're on our way now," McCoy was back on the comm.

"The black hole is making it difficult to get a reading on you for transport," Spock provided, "We are on our way with a shuttle now."

"Yeah, thanks guys," Kirk responded distractedly, his brows furrowing as he tried to figure out why this was happening. They had thought the strange readings from the planet were from the ejected engine core the natives had found when it fell in their atmosphere, which is what Jim had in his duffel now, but this… this made more sense.

But then, as quickly as it appeared, it spat something out of it before closing up on itself again in a blinding flash of light. In his peripheral Jim could hear the natives scampering away from the entire scene, as a normal person should… but he found himself drawn closer to whatever the black hole had done. He was an explorer, after all. It was just first nature to him. His vision was quickly clearing as he approached, the bright lights fading with each blink, and he could make out the form of something of a medium size laying on the ground not far from him…

"Jim!" The shuttle with his away party had shown up, and Bones and Spock were making their way towards him quickly. They had just missed the black hole event, but they were still concerned of the safety of their captain. Jim Kirk wasn't always known to be the most safe when he was by himself…

Kirk ignored them as he moved forward, the last of the white blinking out of his eyes as he tried to make sense of what was on the ground before him. And then… he heard a cough. A feminine sounding cough, and the lump before him started to move, sitting upright on the ground.

It was a woman. She had a full head of black hair, cut short into a style he remembered being called "pixie" (though he had no idea why, and to be frank, women were weird about stuff like that anyway), and she blinked up at him wearily with vibrant brown eyes.

"That went better than I thought it would," she spoke up, sounding almost in disbelief, pushing herself onto her feet as Jim stopped not far from her. "I told them jumping into a black hole couldn't possibly go wrong." Now she just sounded cocky, although sarcastic. She was tall, only a couple of inches shorter than him, but it was her clothes that stumped him. She had black slacks on, standard issue, but her shirt… it bore the Starfleet insignia on the left side of the chest, was command gold, but the design was strangely flattering for a woman, and the neck pulled into a V at the right side of her chest. It was unlike any Starfleet uniform he had ever seen before. But it was also similar in that the long sleeves held three distinct stripes at the wrists.

It was then that she seemed to notice her audience, looking them over with furrowed eyebrows. "Uh… Hi?" she said, almost asking, a bit awkwardly. She was taking in their appearances just as they had hers. But then her eyes wandered behind them, widening slightly as she saw the natives appearing again out of the temple and still armed with spears. "Those friends of yours?"

Jim took the chance to glance behind them, grimacing as he remembered the very angry natives that were bent on killing him because he had stolen something from them. "Ah… not exactly," he responded, deciding to keep to the light banter she had apparently decided to begin. "Need a ride?" he asked, turning to her and raising an eyebrow suggestively and nodding towards the shuttle nearby.

"Damn it, Jim," Bones spoke up from beside of him, making both Jim and the newcomer turn their bright, energetic eyes to him. It would've made him shiver if he paused to think about how weirdly similar the twinkle in their eyes was. "You can't just pick up whatever random, attractive woman falls out of a black hole."

"Lighten up, Bones," Jim grinned at him, glancing back at the natives who were being unusually quiet in their approach. "She's one of us. Right?"

"Assuming," she spoke up, taking a step towards them and giving them another look, "That your calling him Jim," she pointed from Bones to Jim, "and your calling him Bones," she pointed back from Jim to Bones, "means that you're in Starfleet, flying on the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701," she looked to Spock now, raising an eyebrow at him in a very Vulcan like manner, "and I'd say you are, considering this Vulcan looks a whole lot like Spock, then yes. Definitely friendly."

Jim's thick eyebrows were raised in interest at how much she knew about them, knowing that both Spock and Bones were thinking similarly. "You certainly have us at a disadvantage, Ms…"

"Captain," she corrected with a warm smile, holding a hand out for him to shake. "Captain Brynnigan Tiberia Kirk. Both your namesake and, I believe, if my sense of where I am is correct, your… great-great granddaughter."

"Oh, dear god," Bones murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief. When the hell were they going to just have a normal away mission.

Spock, on the other hand, although increasingly curious about the woman claiming to be distantly related to Jim, was keeping a wary eye on the natives. They had been unusually still and quiet while watching them converse. "Captain, I am unsure as to why the natives have yet to attack."

Jim had accepted her handshake before she finished introducing herself, and was now stuck midway through it and staring at her incredulously. Sure, he had noticed that she was exceptionally attractive before, like himself (because really, he loved himself). Now? Jesus. He could use a drink. He was just glad when Spock spoke up, breaking him out of the stupor he had fallen into and making him glance back at the natives. "Noted. Maybe they don't want to kill us anymore."

"Like that's ever the case," Bryn spoke up, taking a step to the side to be able to see them past the three men in front of her. Only… the eyes of the natives all followed her. One had even fallen to its knees and placed itself flat against the ground, almost as if it were praying to her. "I… don't like the way they're looking at me."

"Neither do I," Jim agreed, grabbing onto her arm to start directing her towards the shuttle and keeping himself between her and the natives. "Let's get the hell out of here. We can discuss… whatever this is on the ship."

Bryn gently removed her arm out of his grip and instead just walked alongside of him, raising an eyebrow back at him in challenge as he glanced at her. Bones and Spock were following along behind of them. Each of them were silently reflecting on the idea that this strange woman, who came out of a black hole, could be related to Jim. Bones could hardly believe it as he watched the two captains in front of him, who walked with the same gait, the same cocky attitude, the same facial expressions… christ, it was like there were two Jims in front of him. And he thought having one was bad enough.