I’ve had this in my head since last night. What do y’all think? A sequel to Along Comes a Stranger? I don’t have the particulars yet. >.>

Where are you running to, James?

That voice… he hasn’t heard that voice in months, not since the nightmare stopped.

The diner. Trelane—pinning his body down, telling him this is the way it was supposed to end, as the fire spreads and takes everything, him included. He hates waking up from that too-real dream, even knowing he is safe because Bones has a hand on his back, kneading muscles locked in fright, and Spock has gotten up to turn on the lights so that he can see there is no fire.

The man to whom the voice belongs is gone. Yet here Jim is out on the open road, in the dark long before dawn, with nothing but stretches of countryside before him as he speeds down an abandoned highway. He is running, he knows this. Even with the desolate landscape, Jim is being followed by a nameless thing.

Is it his own fear?

Is it Eleanor’s words, her angry tirade YOU. I don’t know who you think you are, James Kirk, but I’ll certainly tell you who you aren’t—and that’s the right person for my boy! You’re no good for Leonard!

The Harley is a sweet solace under him, all sleek power and the promise of escape. If only he can get far enough, go fast enough…

Jim Kirk pulls on the throttle, whole outside but wrecked within; his shadow is cast long and low across the road, racing him, it seems, into the night.

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