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

Part 15

McCoy's eyes eyes slowly opened. There was bright lighting around him. He can see familiar faces around him. The scenery around him was a shade of gray. The design of the walls comforted the man. Never did he think that he would die aboard a sister of the Enterprise. In space, he had. Lewis was by his side McCoy saw generations of McCoy's surrounding him. He can easily hear his mother's voice, I knew you'll make a fine doctor, Lenny. And he had.

McCoy smiled back.

"Hey, grandfather," Lewis said. "Happy to be home again?"

"Better safe than sorry," McCoy said, weakly.

"So are we," Lewis said. Elizabeth came to his side. "Guess what we found what we found out while you were away."

"The world is never goin' to end," McCoy said.

"No," Lewis said.

"It doesn't mean much to you but it will mean a lot to people on New Cardassia," Elizabeth said. "some Cardassians fell with a illness that you faced in your historic five year mission."

"There's a lot that I couldn't cure," McCoy said.

"Lewis named the cure after you," Elizabeth said.

"It was a family effort," Lewis added.

"Ya haven't changed tracks?" McCoy asked, observing the science uniform.

"I find myself at home," Lewis said.

"He is not leaving anytime soon," Elizabeth said. "I will make sure of that."

"Good," McCoy said, with a pleased smile. McCoy felt more at home and comfortable on his death bed. Spock was standing at the corner of the doorway. "Ambassador, ya got a part of your soul to collect."

"It slipped my mind," Spock said.

The sea of McCoy's stepped back allowing a path toward him. McCoy never felt so resolved, content, and ready to go than today. No. Spock came to the side of his bed then applied his fingers to the side of his face. My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts mentally chanted though the meld. The link between them was established. McCoy felt a part of him leave. A piece that had been a part of his foot was no longer there. Under his foot that had been sticking out for some time. Peace overtook the human. McCoy felt something strange happen in his soul. The connection to his earthly body gained another tendril to another. It was as though he were being moved from one location to the next yet he was still in his body. Spock let go of the human's face then stepped aside.

McCoy offered a small, "Thank ya."

"You are welcome, Doctor McCoy," Spock said.

"I will see ya later, Mister Spock," McCoy said, reaching out with what strength he had in his hand. He took the Ambassador's free hand and clenched it. Spock experienced gratitude. It was brief, just as the hand clench, and then it was gone. Spock stepped way as the doctor's eyes looked over toward Donna's grandchildren. McCoy observed his family for one last time. His eyes trailing over their faces one by one----

And then he was free, flying, into darkness. It was disorienting. Unable to determine which direction he was going. There was no bright light as everyone said. There was no visual of his entire life while feeling engulfed by dotting love. Age no longer lagged him. His legs, hands, and arms were not weighted down by arthritis. Arthritis that he had personally with medication. He had gone the full nine yards for Spock. McCoy closed his eyes expecting for a painful landing. Instead, nothing happened.

We go together, or not at all came Spock's familiar voice.

McCoy noticed that he was on a beach in his old star fleet uniform. Children passed through him running toward the shore. He was in the 2260′s uniform. New blue surgical outfit that blended well resembling his science uniform. It was the variation that wasn't as baggy as the first surgical outfit aboard the Enterprise. The pants still ended the same way they did just as they did before. He looked down to see the elder was in a lawn chair drinking from a straw wearing a colorful hat and dark sunglasses. McCoy saw there were two distant planets. The beach was dotted with several individuals ranging in species.

"I like your choice," McCoy said, with a bounce.

"Being a civilian is different from being a Ambassador," Spock said. "you were right." McCoy smiled down on the Ambassador with linked hands. It was odd, standing here and no one seeing him. No longer physical to the world of the living. McCoy sat down alongside Spock and enjoyed the weather. The wind didn't blow against his face as it used to but as he focused he can distinctively feel his hair bangs brushing against his forehead from the warm, cool wind.

"Not a bad way to spend a afterlife," McCoy said.

"Indeed, Leonard," Spock said, as a wide smile grew on his face. "Indeed."

The End.