You open the old time novel, where the heart is gone, and the hero would be me

Part 1

McCoy was laid down on a biobed surrounded by the McCoy family of different ethnicity and species. Not everyone was a white humanoid in the room. His daughter's grandchildren were among the large crowd. Several of them were hybrids between human and a unique alien species. The sound to the equipment was in the background. The room was unfamiliar to him and somewhere he dreaded that he would end up. It wasn't the kind of place to die in, exactly. The room color was a shade of gold and blue contrasting against each other in a way resembling a Galaxy Glass color tone. The volume to the television in the background was down. Down to the point that he could not hear. McCoy and Spock had outlived their friends aboard the USS Enterprise. Kirk was the last to go. Spock grieved extensively for the past five years. He held onto the hand of his grandson who bore strong resemblance to him in his youth except for the green eyes and bad case of freckles. Lewis McCoy. He was seated down alongside the elder by the biobed. McCoy had lived for a long time. Watched A,B,C, and D go into space with his married cough cough bonded best friends.

"I had a good run," McCoy said, fondly.

"Yes, you did, grandfather," Lewis said.

"Sure ya gonna keep this science track?" McCoy asked.

"I am not going to change tracks like last time," Lewis said.

"Good. . . good. . . if ya did, I will haunt ya," McCoy said. "Stick with it."

Lewis laughed.

"I will take that under advisement," Lewis said.

McCoy smiled turning his attention away.

THE VESSEL CARRYING AMBASSADOR SPOCK HAS GONE MISSING AND HAS BEEN DECLARED DEAD.

McCoy paused, contemplating, as he felt around for the piece of the Vulcan's soul. There was no pain. Nothing of the sort. For years after the Vulcan's death, whenever he was hurt, McCoy would feel it. A damn good doctor, he was back then, but he had to step aside and have Doctor M'Benga operating on the Vulcan. The pain had been distracting enough as it was. Kirk took pity in him on those nights and drunk with the doctor during surgery to keep his mind off. McCoy knew what it felt like for the Vulcan's soul to be on the edge of nothingness. Threatening to leave him and send him spiraling down with him. A piece of Spock's katra was a part of McCoy. Spock wasn't dead. The voices around him became background noise. His eyes glared in the direction of the television seeing Spock's profile appear on the screen.

McCoy bolted up with renewed energy, "In a pigs eye, he is!"

"Grandfather!" Lewis said, in alarm as the aged admiral came to the side of the biobed.

McCoy propped himself up as his relatives surrounded him in concern.

"Are you all right?" came the taller member.

McCoy was wobbly at first falling forward into the arms of his human/Andorian relative, Elizabeth. Elizabeth helped him stand on his own handing him a walking cane. McCoy stood upright staring back in the direction of the crowd in front of him full of puzzled looks on their faces.

"Listen," McCoy said. "dyin' is on hold." He took a tentative step forward feeling the slight pain in his knees with determined eyes. "I got a Vulcan to brin' back," he looked over toward the group. "Now, which one of ya got a car? I gotta pay a visit to Star Fleet HQ."