Thanks for all the review so far! They totally made my weekend. I love all you guys. :)

Hope you enjoy this last bit of the story, which is probably my favorite part.

So here is Part Three: the aw-inducing finale of 'Strange Reflections'.

At Uhura's announcement, Kirk tensed slightly in his chair.

Spock came to stand beside Kirk. "Captain, we are capable of dealing with the Klingons. It is understandable if you wish to return to sickbay or-"

"No, I'll stay," Kirk interrupted. He looked around at the crew. "My universe or this universe, I'm still the captain of the Enterprise. I'm staying."

He got a few nods from the crew, and everyone took their place at their station.

"The Klingon captain is requesting open communication, Captain," said Uhura, hand up to her earpiece.

"Open communications, Lieutenant."

Kirk glared at the view screen, waiting for the Klingon to appear. As soon as his image flickered onto the screen Kirk stated, "I'm James T. Kirk, Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise."

The Klingon inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Greetings, Captain Kirk. I am K'rektor."

"Well, K'rektor," said Kirk, standing up and his voice rising. "Would you like to explain to me why you are trespassing onto the Federation's territory?"

K'rektor frowned and blinked confusedly. "I am sorry, Captain, I do not understand-"

"You shouldn't be here!" Kirk yelled. Chekov and Sulu turned in the seats to stare at their captain.

"What is he doing?" Uhura hissed.

"Captain," Spock said carefully.

Kirk ignored his crew. He kept his attention on the Klingon, who looked increasingly worried. "You're light years away from any neutral territory, so it's obvious that you are deliberately trespassing! I demand to know why?"

K'rektor's bottom lip trembled as Kirk watched frowning. Then, K'rektor opened his mouth and let out a terrifying whimper. Giant tears leaked out of the Klingon's eyes.

"Captain!" Kirk snapped his attention to Uhura's hissing voice. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "Klingons are the most trusted ally of the Federation." She lowered her voice even further and glanced at the viewscreen. "And they're… sensitive."

"They- what?" stuttered Kirk. He looked back to K'rektor who was now sobbing.

"W-we only wi-wished," K'rektor let out in gasps between his sobs, "to fine out h-how the dilithium negotiations were- were going wi-with the H-Halkans."

Kirk gave him a sheepish look before covering his face with both his hands. Oh no, what had he done? Alternate universe, he thought. Of course in a place with hugging Vulcans and teddy bears there would be crying Klingons- the most trusted of Federation allies.

He heard Spock address K'rektor. "We profusely apologize for the misunderstanding, K'rektor. Unfortunately, at the moment our transporter capabilities are compromised due to the magnet storm. However, once the storm clears we would welcome you aboard and offer you a hospitable stay to make up for our regrettable actions."

K'rektor's crying lessened a little and he sniffed. "Thank you, Vulcan, for your kind offer. I accept and will await the end of the ion storm."

Spock nodded and Uhura cut off the transmission. There was a moment of silence during which Kirk felt extremely awkward, before Sulu belt out:

"Star trekkin' across the universe,"

And everyone on the bridge finished:

"Only going forward 'cause we can't find reverse."

Kirk smiled softly as his embarrassment faded. He looked at the pilot, "Nice song, Mr. Sulu."

Sulu grinned back and nodded. "It's what we like to sing on the bridge when things get tense."

Kirk turned his attention to the Vulcan beside him. "Spock? About the storm? Will I be able to get back home?"

Spock fixed Kirk with a serious look. "I believe that I can artificially recreate the fluctuation that brought you here accurately enough to send you back. However," Spock paused a moment, "it seems as though the two way dimensional contact has caused the space between the universes to start increasing. Soon, they will be too far apart to send you home and bring our captain back."

"How long are we talking, Spock?"

"According to my calculations, 60.3 minutes."

"So about an hour?" Spock nodded. "Is it doable?"

"Very doable, Captain. I should be able to correctly rearrange the transporter circuitry in no less than 10.6 minutes."

Kirk sighed in relief. "Should we head to the transporter room then?"

"Lead the way, Captain."

On the way to the transporter room, Kirk was met with many enthusiastic crew members once again.

"Spock?" Kirk asked, after passing another person wearing one of those scarves.

Spock raised an eyebrow in question.

"What's with those scarves?" Kirk gestured back at the passing crew member. "Are they like, a part of your uniform here or something?"

"No," Spock replied shortly. "They are another… gift."

"Chekov again?"

Spock shook his head. "Negative, Captain."

"From who then? Giotto?" Jim laughed at the thought of his Chief Security Officer knitting scarves in his quarters every night.

Spock shook his head again, amusement gleaming in his eyes. "They are from… you."

Kirk was taken aback. "Me- wait. I made those?"

"Affirmative," Spock said with a nod of his head. Kirk slowed his pace and, for the first time since arriving here, he pondered what the Jim Kirk from this universe was like. How similar were they? Kirk found he was extremely curious about learning more of his counterpart.

Kirk stopped walking and waited for Spock to face him. "Spock, do we have time- er, do you think we could visit my quarters?"

Spock took a breath before answering, "I suppose a slight detour can be arranged." Kirk grinned.

A few minutes later, Kirk found himself holding his breathe again much like he had in the turbolift earlier. The doors swished open and once again Kirk was slightly surprised with how… normal his quarters seemed. In fact, it was almost exactly identical to his room on his Enterprise.

Except for one small detail. The yarn. There were balls of blue and red and golden yarn here and there about the room. So, it was obvious that the other Kirk knitted all the scarves by hand. Kirk admitted that he was slightly impressed- and slightly freaked out.

He picked up a blue finished scarf from the bed and held it in his hands.

"That one-" Spock came forward, "is actually mine."

"How did it end up in here? On the bed?"

"I… left it here by mistake," said Spock, not meeting Kirk's eyes. Kirk snorted and rubbed his thumbs over the soft material in his hands.

"You could…" Spock had his eyes locked firmly on the scarf. "Keep it… if you wish." Kirk glanced down at the scarf and then up at Spock.

"Nah," Kirk said lightly. He took hold of both ends of the scarf and threw the rest behind Spock's head, wrapping the scarf around the Vulcan's neck. "It's yours. Besides," Kirk smiled at him, "it looks better on you than it would on me."

Spock opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment Kirk felt something brush against his leg and jumped back.

"Geez!" he exclaimed, looking down. A small, furry, gray and white creature was rubbing its body across Kirk's leg.

The creature looked up. "Meow." A cat? What was a cat doing in here?

Spock bent down and picked it up. "I gave you this cat for your birthday last year," he said, stroking the cat between the ears. "His name is Whiskers."

"Whiskers? I couldn't come up with anything more original?"

"Well, you had trouble choosing between Whiskers or Fizzbin. I helped you decide." Spock looked down at Whiskers in mild contemplation. "It's a shame they do now allow tribbles on board due to risks of their rapid reproduction. They are quite effective help when it comes to meditation."

Kirk didn't know whether it was the cat or Spock's words or what, but suddenly he felt a sharp longing for his universe. He kept his eyes on the cat nestled in Spock's arms as he wished he was back on his Enterprise. Back in his quarters with his Spock. As nice as this universe was, it wasn't his. It wasn't home.

Spock must've picked up on Kirk's feelings because he let Whiskers jump out of his arms and scamper off. Then he came closer and wrapped his arms around Kirk again.

"You will be back in your universe soon. They will have their James Kirk and we will have our Captain back."

Huh. Their Captain. Kirk wondered exactly what his counterpart was doing over on his ship. Singing songs? Knitting scarves? Hugging Spock?

Kirk let out a little chuckle and hugged Spock back a few more seconds before letting go.

"Thanks, Spock. Should we get to the transporter room now?"

Spock gave a small affirmative nod. Kirk gestured towards the door. "Lead the way, Mr. Spock."

Almost smiling, Spock started out of the room, still wearing his scarf. And Kirk smiled, following after him.

When they arrived in the transporter room, Mr. Scott was there to greet them.

"Captain, Mr. Spock! I've already gotten a start on rerouting the circuits. Pretty soon we should be able to send this Captain Kirk back to where he came from."

Spock went over to Scotty's console and looked over his work. "Admirable work, Mr. Scott. A few more minor readjustments should allow us to recreate the power fluctuation."

"Aye, that'll do the trick."

Kirk stood by a couple minutes while Scotty and Spock did their thing, occasionally muttering to each other about energy flows and stuff.

The swishing open of the doors caught Kirk's attention as the McCoy from this universe entered through them, holding the teddy bear in the yellow shirt that Kirk remembered seeing in sickbay.

McCoy held it out to him. "Didn't think you should leave without this," he said by way of explanation. "It's something to remember us by."

"You sure?" Kirk asked, reaching out for the bear. "Doesn't it belong to your Captain? Didn't Chekov give it to him?"

"I did," Chekov's voice came from behind McCoy as he entered the transporter room. Following behind Chekov was Uhura and Sulu.

Chekov continued. "But I will explain it to the Captain and I am sure he will understand. Besides," he grinned widely, "I will get him another one. An ewen bigger one!" Chekov held his hands out wide and beamed.

Kirk laughed and clutched the bear in his hands. Uhura smiled at him and said, "We didn't want you to leave without saying goodbye."

Kirk studied the group of people gathered around him in the transporter room. These crew members that were so similar and so strange from their counterparts in his universe. Kirk was glad to be going home, but in a way he was going to miss these guys.

He smiled at them and held out his arms. "Okay, everyone," he said. "Group hug."

Uhura squealed and flung herself at him. Chekov and Sulu got on either side of Kirk and wrapped their arms around the two and then McCoy and Scotty joined on. Finally, Kirk felt a hard body press against his back and felt a face beside his as Spock got behind him and wrapped his arms around the group as much as he could, completing the hug.

They slowly let go of each other in the reverse order they joined, finally leaving Uhura clinging to Kirk.

Still squealing, Uhura untangled her arms from Kirk's torso and took a step back.

"Uh," Kirk started awkwardly, feeling a little flushed. "Will you let K'rektor know how sorry I am about that whole scene on the bridge earlier?"

"We'll take care of it," Sulu promised.

"The transporter is almost ready, Captain, if you would like to take your place on it," said Spock.

Kirk looked down at the bear clutched in his hand and nodded. He started to make his way to the transporter pad, when he stopped and turned to Spock.

"One for the road, Mr. Spock?" Spock's eyebrows rose in a silent question. At Kirk's opened arms, he seemed to get the message though, and wrapped his arms around him for the last time.

"Goodbye, Spock." Kirk said softly into the Vulcan's pointed ear.

"Farewell… James Kirk," was the equally soft reply.

They let go of each other and Kirk stepped onto the transporter pad, turning to face all of them.

Uhura looked like she was tearing up again. Chekov gave a wave of his hand. McCoy and Sulu gave a nod and Kirk nodded back.

Scotty and Spock gazed up at him from the console. "On your word, Captain."

Kirk glanced down at his teddy bear once more and took a deep breath. "Energize."

He hear the flicking of a switch and then the familiar flickering light surrounded him, filling his eyes.

At the last second, Kirk closed his eyes before he fully materialized, scared of what he might see. Did it work? Was he back in his universe? He was almost too nervous to open his eyes again as he heard the transporter light fade away.

But he did open them. Slowly. And when he did he saw… Spock… wearing a scarf.

"It didn't work," Kirk whispered.

"Captain?" Spock asked, with a hesitant tone in his voice. But wait, Kirk thought, looking around. It was different. The transporter room he left was full of people; this one only had Spock.

Kirk hopped off the transporter pad and pulled Spock in for an embrace.

He got the answer he was hoping for a moment later when Spock's voice in his ear said, "Hugging is quite illogical, Captain." Kirk laughed in relief.

It worked. He was home

Kirk let go and nodded at Spock's neck. "What's with the scarf?"

"Ah," Spock said, glancing down. "It was a gift... from… you."

Huh. Turns out the other Kirk was knitting scarves over in this universe. Kirk caught Spock's eyes on the teddy bear at his side. He held it up for Spock to see better. "Souvenir."

The two stood in silence, taking each other in.

"Welcome home," Spock said simply, letting his eyes say the rest.

Kirk smiled. "Good to be home."

And it was.

Well, there you go. :) The end of Kirk's adventures in the fluffy 'verse.

Once I start school again on Monday, I should get more stuff written 'cause I have a few hours to waste each week between classes and I know I won't spend all that time studying.

I'd like to give one last thanks to everyone who read/reviewed/favorited this story. You guys are all great! And, as always, I'm open for any story suggestions or prompts you want to send my way! :)