Out of his shell

What if they never served on the same ship and never became the legendary crew Star Fleet regarded? What if they all met at a nursing home? What if it Spock was in a shell of his own? Much like Jim would be. And all it took was McCoy to be there to tow them both out as much as he will regret it.

Inspired by Jim Carrey's second parody of Star Trek in living color.


51. 51

Our scene made way to the quarters Jim once shared with Koren. She was staring at the made bed. Nurse Gilbert came in with a large box then began to pack. Gilbert was well composed. It had been a shock that Jim died the way he did. But more of a shock. Gilbert pressed a button on the underside of the alarm clock. He looked over to see Koren staring out into space. There was guilt lingering on Gilbert's face. He had contributed to Jim's death and to the death of two Klingons.

"I. . ." Gilbert's throat felt dry, his stomach twisted, and it felt like he wanted to get sick. His eyes were slightly getting wet. "I miss him too."

Koren's eyes trailed toward him.

"I cannot believe he is gone." Koren said. "I feel like he is going to wheel in and ask me if I am okay."

Gilbert opened Jim's drawer.

"I feel the same." Gilbert said.

"After. . . Fifteen years. . ." Koren said. "He was here before I was . . . He was like a staple." Gilbert slowly took out bundles of large clothes from the drawer. "I did not expect his passing so soon. Sure his alarm was annoying but he had a magnetic personality." Gilbert took out a 2260's uniform with a padd on it. "It has been a long time since someone I knew died."

Dear Gilbert:

Please donate this to the Enterprise Museum.

Signed, Captain James T. Kirk.

"Of course, old man." Gilbert said, with a small smile. He placed the outfit on the counter.

"At least I won't wake up to that stupid alarm!" Koren said.

Koren fell into a mess of tears crying into her hands. Gilbert closed his eyes, gripping the side of the box, feeling a tear making its way down his cheek. Doctor Cameron would get suspicous of the unexpected passing of not one but two Klingons at the same time that one human had died. Gilbert was afraid of the future. He could lose his nursing license, or worse yet, be sent to a penal colony. There were various formats of penal colonies. He was afraid that they would find out. But how would they when he has taken the evidence and made sure it was vaporized? Gilbert could not be implicated but for some reason, he was very afraid. Our scene went down a floor to the lobby area.

Chekov was sitting on the patio in a chair appearing to be sad.

Sulu came outside then walked toward Chekov's side.

"Pasha," Sulu said, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. "They are going to hold a memorial service in ten minutes. . ."

"The Keptain asked if I could translate his nowel to Russian." Chekov said.

Sulu raised an eyebrow.

"Did you?" Sulu said.

"No." Chekov said,briefly clossing his eyes. He looked over toward Sulu. "Did you?"

"I declined." Sulu said. "At the time I was speaking with Karhlee regarding Klingon plants."

"I was in the middle of teaching Jim Russian when he asked," Chekov said. "And then the holodeck adventures . . . And those games the staff found. . . ." Chekov closed his eyes again as tears began to emerge. "I didn't cosider his request. . . But he did veer the subject to translating a few poems that he liked."

"Jim wrote poems?" Sulu said, startled.

"Of course he did." Chekov said.

"How many?" Sulu asked.

"Enough to make them into a story." Chekov said. "We finished the last line a month ago . . . It is called. . ." Chekov snapped his fingers. "Something about life and the joys of it being un predictable. Life and unpredictable, I think."

"I was not aware he published the novel." Sulu said.

"He published it under a psuedom." Chekov said.

"What was it?" Sulu asked, raising an eyebrow.

"William Richard Keeler Shatner. And the Russian second version under Richard Keeler, only." Sulu said.

Sulu slowly shook his head, lowering his eyebrows, with a bemused smile

"I look forward to the news being spread that he wrote the novel." Sulu said.

"He did leave a tell tale sign." Then sheepishly added, "Well, I did, that it was written by him."

"What sign was that?" Sulu asked.

"I conwinced him that Dzheyms T. Kirk stood for Johnson T. Kirk. One of the founding kharacters in the nowel," Chekov said. "He acted a lot like Jim. Jim acted like he had no idea who he was based off." Sulu sat into a chair alongside his friend. "Except he vas not in a nursing home. He vas a tour guide in the nowel."

"Could he walk?" Sulu asked.

"Never mentioned it." Chekov replied. "I pictured him in a lewitating khair for most of the story."

"Ah." Sulu said.

"He left near to the end." Chekov said.

"Where did he go?" Sulu asked.

Chekov grew emotional.

"He vent to Iowa." Chekov said. "The story ends vith this quote: "Life is to be embraced, not avoided.' It was Jim's idea to put it as the last quote." Another tear came down Chekov's cheek. "The nowel was about a fan who regulary visited a big studio."

"That must have been fun." Sulu said.

"Vell. . ." Chekov said. "It took me avhile to realize he vas making a novel in russian." He cleared his throat as Sulu took his hand. "It vas fun vriting vith him." He turned his head in the direction of the Asian man. "I am never going to meet a man like Jim again."

"Me too." Sulu said. ". . . Say. . ." He looked over toward the chess board that had one final move needing to be made. "Did Spock and Jim play chess a few days ago?" Chekov looked over to the chess board on the table across from them. "Did they?"

Chekov paused, contemplating, then looked over toward Sulu.

"I believe they did," Chekov said. "Ve vere veeding out the garden."

"You know. . ." Sulu said,softly. "He never heard of the great bitd of the galaxy?"

"I find that hard to believe," Chekov said. "I heard about the bird throughout my career."

"The funny thing is . . ." Sulu said. "He claimed to know the bird personally and that it never gave itself a name."

Chekov's eyes widened.

"He met the bird?" Chekov said.

"Yes," Sulu said.

"But that is not in the history books." Chekov said, his eyes returning to their right size.

Sulu snickered.

"He claimed it was a story that not many people would find to believe." Sulu said. "Personally? His story is a bit of grain itself." He held his hand out rubbing his two fingers together. He let go of Chekov's hand. "Jim told me he swore not to tell a soul about it, either, so I am the only one who knows."

"What did it do?" Chekov asked.

"That, my friend, is a story I will take to the grave." Sulu said. "He made me promise I wouldn't tell his story."

"It must be that incredible." Chekov said.

"No, just really impossible." Sulu said. "We agreed to that."

Chekov raised an eyebrow at the asian man.

"How impossible?" Chekov asked.

"Cheesy impossible." Sulu said.

"Ah ha." Chekov said.

"It took place during Jim's first five year mission." Sulu said.

"Of course it is cheesey. Back then everything was cheesey,Aru." Chekov said. "Rememer when our stations were like christmas lights?" It was Sulu's turn to raise the eyebrow. "I remember the stations like it were yesterday. You have forgotten, haven't you?" Sulu turned his head away with a small, "Yes" coming from him. "Remember when the botany labs were smaller not as big as they are now?"

"I remember," Sulu said. "I lived in one for five years."

"I thought you lived in a make shift house." Chekov said.

"Not true," Sulu said. "Captain Juan's account of those days are highly grains of sand . No one can really say what happened down there were their imagination or real, except for plants. Everything about the plants were real."

"Oh, so the unusually-not-green-but-purple plants in the green house out back are from there?" Chekov asked.

"No," Sulu said. "That's Balgeans. I told you that a few months ago their names."

"I could have sworen they just moved in," Chekov said. "Maybe I am hawing a bad spell this time around."

"Have you been taking your treatment, Pasha?" Sulu asked.

Chekov frowned.

"I have," Chekov said. "And my dementia pill which I have to take once per week every monday."

Sulu appeared to be alarmed.

"When did you start taking dementia pills?" Sulu asked.

"It is better safe than sorry to be prepared," Chekov said. "I started taking them last year. This pill lasts longer. It was released three years ago. The only side effects are being full of energy and having a little ADHD."

"What is the pill called?" Sulu asked. "Out of curiousity . . ."

"Cakaren." Chekov said. "It works like a kharm."

"So is that why you have been like a speed demon with the weeds." Sulu said.

"Yes," Chekov said. "Looks like tomorrow is pill day."

"How strong is it?" Sulu asked, curiously.

"Unlike on Deglaxon, it keeps parts of the brain alive longer than twenty for hours," Chekov explained. "Doctor Khase explained to me the risks behind it." He had a dismissive wave. "None of that has happened to me. For the most part it has been working correctly." Sulu's eyes widened. "Doctor Kameron is well aware of it. In fact I brought it to her attention after she was brought aboard to Sweet Hill."

"Did she have any concerns about it?" Sulu asked.

"Not really," Chekov said. "All she claimed it was helping my brain fighting off against Irumodic Syndrome."

Sulu had a soft smile at his friend.

"I am happy to hear that." Sulu said.


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