by Salatrel
SUMMARY: In his Romulan secret dwelling, Spock mourns for his lost friend, Leonard McCoy.
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek is the property of Paramount Studios,
the following a non-profit work of fan fiction. No resemblance
to any individual, living or dead, is intended.
ITALIANO
HE WILL BE DEEPLY MISSED ...
The matronly Romulan woman gently rapped at the closed door. Despite, not having been given entrance, she slowly opened it. With the tray of food in hand, she gingerly stepped into the darkened room. Her eyes needed to adjust for the darkness and she scanned the room for the sole occupant she knew was in here.
"You may leave it." She heard the deep voice pierce through the quiet darkness.
The woman looked in the direction from where she heard the voice. She could barley discern the shadowy outline of the Vulcan Ambassador in the over-stuffed chair. "Is there anything else you require, Ambassador?"
"Solitude," Was his clipped reply.
Her eyes adjusted to the dark in these few moments. With measured movements, she place the try down at the low table before him. She took in the sight of her teacher. His plain drab robe which were the fashion of her own people somehow lent this Vulcan an air of regality. His fingers were steepled beneath his chin. He gazed towards and past her.
Respecting his wishes, she turned and headed to the door. As her hand touched the latch, she looked over her shoulder and said very quietly, "We grieve with thee," and looked at him for a reaction.
Without a pause, the man displayed his usual cool exterior and merely replied, "I express gratitude at your sentiment." When there was nothing more forthcoming, she left him to the solitude of his grief which was his people's way.
When the door sealed shut after Greten's exit, Spock let out a heavy sigh. He picked up the PADD from the table in front of him and once again read the message. This communiqu‚ had gone through many hands and many encryption sequences. It had taken months to get to him here, deep in the heart of the capital city's underground movement. Despite the fact, that he knew this event would one day occur, the news saddened his heart nevertheless.
"Doctor Leonard McCoy has passed away." The message began. The human had lived a long and glorious life. 162 yeas old. Not all humans had the fortune to live half so long. Never mind having lived the life as one of the Federation's greatest heroes and humanitarians. The message continued, relating the detail surrounding his passing. How had been suffering through a long illness and the fact that his wife, Carolyn, had been by his side at his passing. The remainder of the message detailed his life's extensive contributions. Spock had stood by his side at many of these auspicious occasions.
The Vulcan reflected on much that the doctor and he had shared alongside their Captain. The three of them, best friends, joining together in brotherhood, boldly going where no one had gone before.
The bickering and the good natured insults that he and Doctor McCoy exchanged throughout out their long tenure in StarFleet had given Spock a comfort: he was accepted within the fold. When the doctor would start out with his string of loving insults, "Why you pointy eared, cold hearted, green blooded..." Spock knew that it was his way of telling him, "You are my brother and my friend."
Spock had always admired Doctor McCoys' dedication to the healing of the body and the spirit. Always willing to give, to heal even to the point of sacrificing his life for another. Whether he personally knew the patient, it did not matter. His Hippocratic Oath bound him to the service, as did his human heart. There had been numerous occasions where the Doctor saved his life and that of their Captain's. Perhaps he should have been the one given the tittle of miracle worker. Countless worlds Doctor McCoy had saved by his vast medical knowledge, human ingenuity and just damn stubbornness. Spock inwardly smirked to himself, for that was one of the Doctor's expressions.
Spock stared down at the PADD, still reverentially held in his hand. There was request from the Federation Counsel for him to add a few words in memorandum. No doubt the Doctor would be elated to know that for the present, Spock was at a loss for words. He had a sudden desire to hear McCoy's craggy voice. Spock recalled how McCoy had asked him on the Klingon ship what death was like. At the time, Spock had given him a smug answer of how they would not have a common frame of reference in order to logically discuss the manner. "Now you know," Spock whispered to himself and he hoped to the soul of the doctor, his long time friend.
Spock tapped at the PADD. He was only able to get out these two terse phrases. Though they were short, they expressed all that he felt.
"He represented humanity and it fitted him well," Spock began in his statement. "He was a decent, loving, caring partner and will be deeply missed."
I offer my heart felt condolences to the family, friends and fans on the passing of one of our best loved heroes, DeForest Kelly/ Doctor Leonard McCoy.
Salatrel
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