Uhura and Christine went together to their quarters. Charvanek found it at first odd to sleep in the same quarters of another. She had met a Andorian during golfing named Marg'less. It was honestly liberating to meet someone she had come across briefly in her golden era. Here she was in her quarters falling asleep thinking about the day. Her hallucinations were not as evident but were controlled. She turned on the side of the bed listening to her heart beat. Scotty shared his quarters with Marg'less. Hikaru and Chekov shared the same quarters. Our perspective went over to the shared quarters with McCoy and Spock.
Spock was standing in the holodeck in this dream sequence. Going over the last Cherik holodeck adventure he had with Jim. He was in a chair staring at a empty X-Men wheelchair set at a table with chess pieces. The scenery was frozen. Spock appeared to be a century younger. His eyes, however, had the signs of a old ancient being. He appeared to be distressed about what he had to do. Spock briefly closed his eyes.
"So how is Professor Logan doing?" Spock asked.
"Oh, he is doing fine," Jim moved his piece forward. "Teaching the students." He looked up from the board. "I think he would make a fantastic boxing instructor."
Spock laughed, leaning back into the chair clasping his hands together onto his lap. It was an easy going, lighthearted laugh. It sounded so human. That's the part Jim enjoyed about the holodeck. At least, Jim confided to his retirement logs. Jim got to see another side of Spock. Sure the man was different and nice to be around outside but seeing him face to face, his hair black as the night in Iowa with those rare star less nights. Spock was a rather skilled actor in Jim's opinion. His retirement log was being donated to the Kirk Foundation. Most of his logs, after Spock's intervention, became romantic with angst, fluff,and doubt in them. He enjoyed the adventure part of the holodeck and the relationships in it even if they were fake. To Jim, the holoprograms were people. Real, solid breathing organic people.
"Let's be honest with ourselves," Spock said, once the laughter had subsided. He leaned back forward unclasping his hands together. "He wouldn't stand a chance with the punching-weak-happy boys."
"Agreed," Jim said, as Spock moved his piece. "What would you do if. . . I died?"
"That is illogical,Charles," Spock said, raising a right brow in alarm. "You would never die. Remember the last time you did."
"I don't have another brother." Jim said.
"Shame, really," Spock said. "I should have gotten to know him more."
"Erik." Jim said.
"What?" Spock said.
"It's a valid concern." Jim said. "You might outlive me."
"Well," Spock said. "I will live with it. But I will not like it." He lowered his brow. "For all you know, you might outlive me."
"I doubt that." Jim said.
"Why?" Spock said.
"Helping the gifted." Jim said.
"Ah. Oh. I see." The Vulcan's voice softened. "You are worried that one day you can't help them."
"Me?" Jim asked, with a incredulous look, moving his pawn. "Worried?" He set the piece close to Spock's pawn. "Blashemy."
"The new kids are fully capable of continuing your work." Spock said.
"The new kids might drop a entire stadium." Jim said. "And then join up with a big bad who nearly destroys humanity because of some god complex. Well. . . that was us." He rolled an eye. "No wait, the kids will do worse than we did! Like destroy the planet."
"That was one time." Spock said, looking at Jim in a bemused manner.
"Oh?" Jim said. "Like the last time you nearly dropped me into the ocean."
"You were infected by a gifted who had a very deadly power of boiling ones blood. I saw no reason not to dump you into the ocean in order to stop it." Spock said. "So how would I know that cotton candy would do the trick?"
Jim tapped his piece on the side of the table considering his next move.
"You didn't." Jim said.
"You could have had Doctor McCoy do the tests earlier and insisted I do not attempt a possibly reckless move." Spock said.
"I am not the one who took a pregnant woman and put her on the top of a firehouse." Jim said.
"She was asking for it." Spock said.
"And that was even before I got infected!" Jim said. "You didn't listen to her."
"Yes, yes, yes I did." Spock said. "It was the most logical move I could do over leaving her with a husband who didn't treat her right." Jim made his move. "Everything turned out right for her. She met a fireman, married him, and had her white picket fence ending. Besides her husband saving others from fires like her."
"No, I seem to recall that in the newspaper she wanted to be taken to a hospital." Jim said.
"Aren't they the same?" Spock inquired, looking up from the chess board toward Jim's direction right in the eye raising an eyebrow. "Sharing the same functions? To save lives?"
Jim paused, briefly.
"Yes." Jim said. "You are right." He snickered. "Born within a firehouse. . . Now that's a story I won't mind hearing."
"Did you hear about the story of a child born in a taxi last week?" Spock asked.
"I heard that one." Jim said.
"Or the one born in NASA headquarters." Spock said.
"No, how did that come about?" Jim asked.
"Well, she was working." Spock said. "On a mathematical simulation regarding the chances of human life encountering aliens. Amusingly enough, we should had first contact in the 1990's due to the sheer volume of aliens invading Earth movies."
"That mathametical equation is a load of bullshit." Jim said.
"It is." Spock agreed. "She was likely speaking to another alien race and exploring a new form of algebra which is more difficult than the one implemented in the education system and sending many of its students failing." Spock continued. "Which makes sense if it were from outer space. Last week Mystigue's son came back with a tough paper that I could not solve."
"Bob's math has gotten that bad?" Jim asked, shocked.
"He is a sixth grader." Spock complained. "Sixth graders don't get high school math until they are in high school!"
"Poor kid." Jim said, dismay.
"I will not be surprised if he fails math class." Spock added.
"What does Mystigue say?" Jim asked, curiously.
"She laughed." Spock said. "One of your students told me. . . "If you like it, put a ring on it."
"I would but. . ." Jim said, his voice trailing off
"You are afraid." Spock said.
"Aren't you?" Jim asked.
Spock shifted in his chair.
"I moved on from that loss." Spock said.
"There is only one of us who can walk and has a higher chance of living to see the day starships appearing in space." Jim said. "Which is you by the way. I am happy as is making myself a legacy to be proud of. And you losing me? That would destroy you, Erik. I am happy with the current relationship we have now."
"Asides to the campus being destroyed every few years." Spock said.
"Yes, and that." Jim said.
"You know what is more permanent than a school?" Spock asked.
"No. What is it?" Jim said.
"A pair of statues." Spock said.
"Anyone can destroy that, Erik." Jim said.
"But with the finest and toughest metal that cannot be destroyed." Spock said.
"Titanium. . . Really?" Jim asked. "You do realize that we can't just ask for a pair of statues to make us immortal."
"Not ask," Spock shook his index finger wiggling his eyebrows. "Make. Perfectly legal."
"Professor Xavier?" Came a young man's voice who was rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yes?" The men responded turning away from their game.
"Eric, stop that." Jim said.
"Sorry, thought we were all ready married." Spock apologized.
Spock opened his eyes to see the empty chair staring back at him. He felt sad. Sad at the thought they wouldn't play in the holodeck together again. He gets up from the chair then came over to the wheelchair where he put a hand on the side of the backrest. He had a very, very, sad sigh. Spock cleared his throat.
"Computer," Spock said. "Delete the wheelchair."
"Wheelchair removed." Came the computer's voice.
The wheelchair vanished before Spock's eyes.
"Delete Jim Kirk and Spock's Cherik holoprogram." Spock said.
The scene melted around the Vulcan and he returned to his one century old appearance. He went toward the doors leaving behind the black and blue scenery. The doors opened to reveal the desert scenery of Vulcan. The growing, but sprawling city of Spock's birthplace. He could see a pair of Vulcans racing on motorcycles complete with googles, a head scarf, and gloves. Well, he assumed they were wearing gloves. It would be illogical not to wear gloves when driving around. It wasn't rare that a Vulcan would find a cluster of adolescents in their yards on their padds, heads craned forward toward the surface. Spock always went to the mountains rather than joining their illogical behavior. The irony was that they berated him for his human half and there they were being illogical. It would hurt their necks and neck postures, that he knew because of his mother making him stand straight. She had been a teacher for so long she knew a lot about backs. Everything about them. Spock relished in seeing the bullies being irrational and illogical while he was the only sane boy.
"Mr Spock." Chekov arrived, grinning from ear to ear. "Congratulations!"
Spock turned in the direction of the Russian raising a eyebrow.
"For what, Pavel?" Spock inquired.
"Getting married," Chekov said. "That takes guts to get Leonard out to a desert."
"Married?" Spock said. "Why," He could feel his cheeks blushing, "I have not asked him."
"Yes, you did," Chekov said. "I was there." He patted the backside of the Vulcan taking out a cigar from out of no where then offered to him. "For the lucky man of the year."
"I do not smoke." Spock said. "Thank you for the consideration."
"Too bad." Chekov said, with a shrug.
"Why?" Spock inquired. "Why are you on Vulcan?"
"For your vedding," Chekov said. "Or did you forget?" Chekov looked at the Vulcan very concerned. "You should tell Leonard."
"I would remember getting into an engagement, Pavel." Spock said.
"Oh look, Leonard just arrived!" Chekov said, looking off in the direction McCoy had come. "Come, Ambassador."
Spock found his feet dragging themselves against the hot, soft sand. His dark boots were sinking into the sand step by step. He looked up to see the sun of Vulcan beaming down toward him. The blue sky lingered with clouds that were shaped like hawks, and, some of them resembled the insects normally found on Vulcan. He looked down without effect from staring at the sun for a few seconds. He saw a healer standing before the doctor who was dressed in a white suit. McCoy's femine figure stood out. He wore a hat ripped out of Earth's early history sometime in the 1940's. Spock recognized the healer as T'Hel. The mate of one of Vulcan's leading elders in The Vulcan Science Academy. Last Spock had seen T'Hel, she was officiating the wedding of Erin and T'Fern. She had not aged a day. Her hair remained black. McCoy turned from T'Hel, smiling warmly, in the direction of Spock. Spock could hear his heart beating against his torso. Blaring in his ears.
"Darlin', I can wait all day," McCoy said,rolling up on the balls of his toes, bounce, then lowered himself down. The doctor appeared to be glowing. And he was adorable. "I thought this was goin' to be a piece of Romulan pie. But boy, was I wron'."
Spock looked over to see a tearful Uhura sneezing into a handkerchief in between Scotty and Christine. Chekov and Hikaru stood side by side. Christopher wore the same grin as the older doctor standing alongside Janice Rand who held a bunch of flowers in her hands. Perrin was there, as well, appearing to be quite pleased. Spock noticed that he was in ceremonial robes. Not the ones he wore in the fight to death he had with Stonn over a hundred years ago that consisted of only a sash around his current uniform. Spock remembered the year long shore leave. Taking part in the funeral arrangements for Stonn out of guilt. Spock continued his trek forwards. Was he out of his Vulcan mind? They hadn't discussed this subject, let alone, approached it. Or have they all ready done that? He was unsure why he was walking forward toward the alter.
He came on to the alter then turned toward the doctor.
"Are you two ready?" T'Hel asked.
"I go with the danger." McCoy jokingly said. "Why yes."
"No." Spock said.
The doctor frowned.
"Spock, wake the hell up!" McCoy was in his casual attire which, strangely, now was a short sleeved gray shirt and blue jeans that ended above the ankles. He grabbed the Vulcan by the shoulders. "We gotta go!"