Bones that were reaped

Secrets all around us

Nyota had her head on Spock's hairy chest. She was perfectly fine with sleeping with Spock. It was the most attractive activity she did with him besides to a few other activity. She heard a familiar voice. A voice that she thought shouldn't be around. She lunged forward only to find it dark. She looked over to see Spock was still asleep. Nyota got out of bed then got on a rope. She went into the living room.

It felt so weird.

McCoy being dead.

The doctor who was there when a parasite impregnated her, when a machine wiped her memory, and when a couple androids tried to be her to name a few. Just a few weeks ago McCoy was out and about the Enterprise complaining about a medical reunion for his class that-he-technically-skipped-a-grade-a-and-graduration-due-to-Nero. It was quite amusing to see Jim easily get under his skin regarding that subject. McCoy came back with a fowl mood, rotten,and stench. The reunion didn't go as planned. She had a cup of coffee.

The screen in the living room brightened up.

On the screen was a text box.

"Searching up Leonard Horatio McCoy's face."

Nyota was puzzled as she looked about the room. She put the coffee down on the counter.

"Going through recent history. Engaging on planned search interval."

Five pictures came up on the screen and each appeared to be different but they were all the same person. The first one was of a man in combat gear, the second was of a man in a plaid polo, the third was of a fire fighter, the forth was of a man in a white shirt, and the fifth was the recognizable McCoy in his star fleet uniform.

Nyota heard footsteps headed down the hall.

"Matches completed," Came the computer. "John 'Reaper' Grimm, Robert James William, Alexander Lee Henry, Philip Henry, and Leonard Horatio McCoy."

It was Spock in his night robe that was blue.

"Did my search results awake you?" Spock asked.

"No," Nyota said. "But. . . I don't understand." She gestured over to the screen. "Why is there four fake search results of men with McCoy's face?"

Spock came into the room.

"That is illogical," Spock said, then he looked. "This is illogical."

"What is it?" Nyota asked.

Spock turned toward Nyota.

"There is no logic about this," Spock said. "He could not have lived two hundred thirteen years ago." Spock was trembling. "Illogical." Spock sat down into the chair. "Computer, run up the birthdates for each person."

Nyota came to Spock.

"February 1st, 2020 died 2069,May 1st, 2010 died in 2148, June 1st, 2147 died 2223,January 20th 2227 died 2259 in the line of duty."

"Spock?" Nyota asked.

Spock lowered his hands down from the side of his face.

"The dates are wrong,they are lies," Spock said. "Doctor McCoy is still alive. He has not died in 213 years . . ." Nyota took his hands and gave him a concerned look. "Nyota, he told me he had a secret that concerns humanity and I thought he was joking. . . There is something from Mr Grimm's life that changed him forever."

"They could just look alike." Nyota reasoned.

"Computer, is there any blood tests or files on the other four?" Spock said.

"Negative." The computer replied.

Nyota raised a eyebrow.

"That is odd." Nyota said.

"Computer, what was the last fetal mission that nearly annihilated Mr Grimm and his companions?" Spock asked.

"Olduvai, Chromosome 24,2046 on the planet Mars," The computer replied. "He and his sister survived."

"Sisters status?" Nyota asked.

"Died in 2069." The computer said.

"That's the same year it gives for his death." Spock said.

"Twins don't die on the same day." Nyota said.

"I agree, that is suspicious." Spock said.

"Something so important that it . . . affected him so much he could not give blood tests." Nyota said.

"Then it is logical he has the twenty-forth chromosome," Spock said. "Whatever happened lead him to getting that extra chromosome."

Nyota nodded.

"That makes sense if he were dying and it saved his life." Nyota said.

"Reasonable deduction." Spock said.

"Should we tell Jim about it?" Nyota asked.

Spock paused, contemplating about that.

"New video available from John Grimm." The computer said.

"Play." Spock said.

The screen showed Med Bay. It was dark, though, inside it. McCoy was at his desk with his hands in a ball. He looked up toward the screen. There was something awfully disturbing about it. This video seemed to have been made months ago. He looked so alive.

"This is John Grimm . . ." McCoy started. "Former RRTS member, ex-marine, firefighter, louser, business man,and current Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise. This is a message directly for anyone who digs into this." He had a wave of his hand. "I am sorry, Spock, Jim, Uhura, Sulu, Scotty, and Chekov." He sighed. "Being a immortal man among you isn't fair. None of it is." His voice lowered. "I have had the liberty to serve with the finest officers in the fleet. I was pleased to know you. You are not exactly my team but you are my family. By the time you've seen I am either gone because some-one pointed out a obvious fact about myself or that I am dead as a doornail. If I am dead as a doornail. . . I AM NOT DEAD. Repeat. I am not dead!" McCoy stood up. "Mr Spock,you and Nyota . . . I must admit, you are luckier than me. Everyone is. Jim, I have been happy to know you for as long as I did. Pavel and Hikaru, good luck. Scotty, don't drink yourself to death. If I am really, really, really, really, REALLY dead. . . Spock, live long and prosper. Nyota. . ." His voice softened as he paced back and forth. "You are very appreciated. Thank you for saving Spock and Jim all those times."

McCoy came to a stop.

"I am sorry for all these lies and secrecy but they were all necessary for the safety of humanity and others like it. Spock, that secret I tried to tell you yesterday . . . I meant it." His face turned serious. "Let me explain what this C-24 is. . ." He sat back down. "You all need to sit down for this."

Spock and Nyota watched the mini-movie unfold with grabbed images and video from the facility apparently with McCoy serving as the narrator.