AN: I mainly posted this to learn how to post. This is my first time posting a story on . I said this was complete one shot, but I've taken the suggestion of a reviewer and have written Spock's pov in Chapter 2 (if I can figure out how to do that.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or the Characters of Star Trek and make no money. This is purely for fun.

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I shouldn't be so happy, really I shouldn't. I was almost killed just a while ago and still ended up with a concussion and bruised ribs.

The mission was a disaster from the get go. Peaceful negotiations? I don't think so. More like a violent ambush. If not for the actions of my First Officer, I would have been buried under a collapsing rock formation. (You don't think that rock formation fell on it's own, do you? )

When we were ordered to this God forsaken planet, no one mentioned the civil war going on. You got it, we beamed down right into the middle of it.

I've decided nothing pisses me off more than being caught between some petty bullshit war over who has claims to the Purple Poke A Dot Daisy or whatever the hell it's name is. It looked like a purple poke a dot daisy to me.

By now, you're thinking along the lines of Earth's history with drug wars over crops. Uh eh. These plants have no such effects as those drug producing poppies. Hell, they aren't even edible.

Don't even ask me why they are fighting over them. It's stupid. That's why I left my Vulcan First Officer to deal with it. (Hey, I have a concussion, remember? It's not like I don't have a real good excuse to wash my hands of this mess.) Besides, his father's an Ambassador. Hell, his future self is an Ambassador. So I'm giving him some experience at negotiating between two idiots and still maintain his Vulcan calm.

But that's not why I'm so happy. I'm happy because…

He. Called. Me. Jim.

Right before plowing into me, which is where the bruised ribs came from… Do you realize how strong a Vulcan is? It wasn't his fault I hit my head on a small boulder once we landed on the ground. Okay, it wasn't a boulder, more like a small rock, but it was big enough to give me a concussion.

Sorry, got a little side tracked there. Did I mention I have a concussion?

"Jim, watch out!" Shouldn't be that big a deal, should it?

But it is. His future self called me Jim and told me our friendship would define us. It would be legendary. We'd do great things together. Sounds great, doesn't it?

Only this Spock hated me. He charged me with cheating and almost got me expelled from the academy. Then threatened to bring me up on mutiny charges. But after the whole saving the earth and being heroes thing, we kind of called a truce. But a truce isn't exactly a friendship, know what I mean?

I asked him to call me Jim many times. I reminded him that's what friends do. I mean, he calls Uhura, Nyota doesn't he? So he has to understand the concept. Right?

But he always calls me Captain. 'Good morning, CAPTAIN.' 'Yes, CAPTAIN, I will meet you in rec room 3 for a game of chess.' 'CAPTAIN, you irritate the hell out of me.' Okay, he doesn't actually say that one, but I imagine he wants to, and often.

But when he didn't have time to think about it. When he was going on instinct… perhaps even an emotional reaction (dare I hope) to not wanting to see me injured…

He called me Jim.