Bones that were reaped

What is left behind

Honestly, all he had left of his former life was his bones. By the inside he was John 'Reaper' Grimm but by the outside he was Leonard 'Bones' McCoy. Bones awoke somewhere, in a gray room, with arranged furniture. Now one he knew he wasn't dead for sure. He attempted only to get up only to figure out he is bound to the table. Then he also noticed he was shirtless and he still had on his blue jeans. He looked up to see a screen that had a bright light to it.

"Hello, Mr Grimm." Came a unsettling voice.

Bones was hesitant.

"My name is Leonard McCoy," Bones said. "I am not John Grimm!"

John Grimm died a long time ago.

"You have been out for three weeks, Mr Grimm," Came the unsettling voice. "I almost thought you wouldn't make it."

Khan.

"Where am I?" Bones said.

"We're not on Mars, not on Earth, somewhere . . ." It was Khan. "Somewhere no one would ever bother searching. Star Fleet is both aware of your . . . little gift. . . and aided in this little operation I have here." The white light was taken away to reveal Khan leaning against the rail with his arms folded. "Now, you took away my family and I take away yours. Everyone thinks we are dead. Do you want it to be left at that?" Khan had a padd in his hand. "For now, we are below the surface on the planet Generations. Scientific studies. We are just the beginning, Mr Grimm," He took his arms off the rail. "Would you like to see your funeral?"

"You . . ." Bones started.

"I am only doing this out of the interest of Star Fleet. I would have preferred you die and leave the perfection." He swiped on the machine. "Some doctors removed your arm and guess what?"

"I regenerated it." Bones said.

Khan looked up.

"Absolutely wrong!" Khan said.

"What?" Bones said.

"They didn't remove your arm. Kept healing." He grinned. "Also, Captain Kirk is dead. Well, he used to be, and he pulled a miracle recovery by god knows how."

On the screen appeared a field. It was a distinctive field. There was markers. Markers for the graves of those who could not be saved. There was what seemed to be a tent. The camera view dived into the tent where there were people sitting down in rows of chairs. There was a closed coffin with a picture of Bones on the table. Jim got up, he had baggy eyes, he looked as though he had been crying all night, and he seemed like he was in no position to captain a ship. He came to the wooden object then lightly tapped on the microphone just to be sure it was working where a few annoyed looks were earned.

Jim sniffled, at first, almost as though he was ready to cry again.

"Jim!" Bones said. "You are in no condition to give a eulogy on me!"

Jim cleared his throat.

"McCoy. . ." Jim said. "McCoy was a fine doctor." Spock was sitting down in a chair beside Jim's where beside him was Nyota. "I miss him. I won't. . . I won't forget how he was always there for me as a friend back in the academy." He wiped off a tear from his eyes. "This is his funeral . . .and I can't give a straight eulogy. The only thing I can say about him is that McCoy was a good man. There will never be another man like him, if ever, never. Maybe in a life time. He was like a father to me more than a friend . . .And for that I am eternally grateful to have known him and served with him."

Jim turned away from the crowd then approached his seat.

Spock was the first to catch the young man in his arms and let the human cry.

"See how sad everyone is?" Khan asked. "Too bad they all lived."

Bones glared at Khan's direction.

"You . . . You ass-hole."

"Looks like you need a new identity," Khan said. "How about . . . John Grimm?"

The screen turned off leaving Bones in a silent room with Khan.

"That is not my name." Bones said.

"Oh, then what is it?" Khan aked.

"Leonard McCoy." Bones said.

"You have to admit . . . you can't always deny who you are." Khan said.

"Yes. . ." Bones broke the bind off his wrist. "I . . ." He got his other hand free. "Can!"

Bones tore off remaining binds around his ankles.

"Leonard McCoy is dead," Khan said. "Star Fleet made sure of it and I will be reunited with my family. The ones you took from me. I will one day be reunited with my family, mark my words, Mr Grimm."

"That was Spock's idea." Bones said.

Khan frowned.

"And I will make sure you won't get yours back so easily." Khan added.

Bones smirked.

"Uh huh," Bone got off the table. "You don't know the crew of the Enterprise. They will find out. Just like they did with Admiral Marcus and your screwed up family!"

Khan stepped back.

"I am sorry, but you need some time out time." Khan said, sounding insulted.

Titanium walls came down blocking view of Khan and the other people behind him. Smoke drifted into the room. He recognized it as sedation gas something that was invented two hundred years ago. If he were superhuman then perhaps he can get through these walls. He had to try. It was worth a shot. Star Fleet doing this to him? It was unfair. After all he had done to prevent the mistake done in the past from being repeated. He had slaughtered mutants, infected, and a person who he had once looked up to. All because of the twenty-forth chromosome. The one thing his father instructed him to look out for in DNA along with his sister.

Bones collapsed to the floor.

Samantha. . .

Bones wished he died instead of living after being injected with that curse.

He wished he had become a mutant and been killed by Sarge.

Then his sister would have died in vain and the infection would have gone out to the public.

If he never lived. . . Humanity wouldn't be making more stupid mistakes.

Spock . . . I hope you don't get infected . . and the kid too.

And Bones eyes closed breathing in the sedative gas.