A/N: Hey guys, so this is an idea that's been in my head for quite a while but I've just never had the time to write it. Not that I really have the time now, but I'll make it work!

This is supposed to take place directly after the events of Into Darkness, so there's all that drama to deal with.

He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember anything. Albeit he was having a hard time focusing past the ringing in his head but even then, he should have been able to recall some scrap of information. He'd settle for his own name at that point.

He shifted with a groan and grimaced as something fell from his hair and aggravated his nose. There was also something fairly heavy pushing on his left arm but he didn't know what.

Realizing it would probably be prudent to open his eyes, he cracked them open just a sliver. Dust fell from his hair, making his eyes water but he barely even noticed because he remembered something.

He'd been inside, in a building of some sort, he growled in frustration when his aching brain refused to supply the name of said building, but even that wasn't relevant. No.

He remembered entering the building, there had been a deep rumbling so low he'd barely been able to hear it, then suddenly the floors and walls had begun to shake viciously.

Then there hadn't been a building anymore.