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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
communiqué 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 stubborness. 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
Feedback is always welcome. You can write me at salatrel@excite.com
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