Title: Eternity
Author: ZiKerag (
Series: TOS
Pairing: S/Mc
Rating: U (Nothing naughty at all except a mans friendship for another)
Parts: 1 of 1
Date: October 2002
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Note: Follows "Final Farewell".

McCoy was dead. He knew he was dead. What he did not know was what he was but
he knew
he was dead. The flicker of an eyelid ago he was on his deathbed waiting for
Spock to arrive.
Now it was later. He did not know how much later but it was later, nevertheless.

In between, he knew he could do so many things now that he could not do before
but he had
no idea what he was. He could fly through the universe in the blink of an eye.
He could travel to
any galaxy he wanted. He could visit all of the galaxies in the universe if he
wanted and there
were so many to visit, there were so many he had visited in his quest to find
out what he was.

He could also travel through time: In to the past as well as the future. He
could see it all, from
shortly after the beginning to just before the end. He could never get close
enough to the
beginning to see the Big Bang and the same for the Gnab Gib. He did not know
why but that
was minor compared to trying to find out what he was, and to find out what had
happened to
his soul mate - the part of him that was forever missing.

Another thing he did not know: why had he been alone for so long? After he had
realized he
was whatever it was he was, he had been alone and he could not fathom it. He
was not the
only person who had ever died. Why was he special? Why had he been given this
privilege? It
was only after his anger at dying and the missed opportunities he had regretted
all his life had
slipped away from his mind, did he sense others. He could not see them; he
could not feel
them, only sense them. He knew they were there and when, finally, he accepted
them, they
could communicate with him. After a while, with their help, he could
communicate with them.
This was a new beginning, he discovered, for all involved. And, boy, were there
so many
involved! It seemed there was every single being why had ever lived was there.

He had so many questions but no one seemed any wiser about their fate than he
was. It was
of little importance anyway, none of the questions were pressing. After all, he
had the whole of
eternity to sort things out.

He had relived his adventures from a little boy to when he was studying to be a
doctor to
joining Starfleet. His Vulcan physiology teacher had a lot to answer for! McCoy
had never met
a Vulcan before starting at the academy. He had, of course, heard all the
stories about them
and all the prejudices some people had, but that had never bothered him. He was
always too
busy with his studies to pay them much attention. Besides, being a southern boy
from some
backwater, then Vulcan complex had been far away. Too far away for him to take
any notice.
(The Vulcans had wished to go more and more south over the years, closer to the
when the weather was much more to their liking but the habits of old
southerner's die hard.
People from other continents were difficult to accept 300 years ago. People
from other planets
were harder to except. Even now!) And then this physiology teacher had
confirmed all the
stories, making McCoy wonder how such an insensitive bunch of green-blooded
aliens could
ever do anything. Even when had first met Spock it had been difficult but Spock
had changed
his mind about a lot of things over the years, not least of all about what an
insensitive bunch of
green-blooded aliens could do.

He had also relived his adventures on the Enterprise and realized he had loved
Spock more
than he hated him. It had been such a mess. If only he could have had the
courage to say
what he wanted before he died! He had revisited that fateful day too. Still,
Spock had come as
he had asked. Only trouble was he was a day late. *Damn' those insensitive
bunch of green
blooded aliens! Can't they ever arrive on time?* Only in their own time, or so
it seemed.

He had also seen Spock die, peacefully as an old man. He loved that image. More
times than
he could remember he had seen it. Spock, it seemed, had found everything in his
life he
wanted except a companion. Spock had not had a companion when McCoy was alive
Spock had not even searched for one after McCoy had died.

Try as McCoy might he could not sense Spock anywhere in the universe, which
really annoyed
him. He had sensed more species than there were galaxies, from every galaxy
that had or
would exist, and he was pretty damn' sure it was not an extensive list. There
were always
more species to find. It was just this damn' Vulcan he wanted to sense.

On one of his trips around his home galaxy, as he called it now, he had been to
a small world
in the Alpha Quadrant called Bajor. There was a wormhole there where he could
himself in to human form once again or any form he chose. The only traffic
through the
wormhole was the occasional meteor, which got too close and was drawn in by the
gravitational pull of the vortex that surrounded the entry points, one in the
Gamma Quadrant
and the other in the Alpha Quadrant. The Bajorans thought this was the temple
of their gods
and worshiped it. The Bajorans were served with a magical light show whenever
anything got
too near that would match anything that happened on earth: The Northern Lights
or a total
eclipse. (Regardless of seeing numerous "Northern Lights" on diverse planets
and placing
Enterprise to see total eclipses for hours on end, there was nothing quite like
standing in
Alaska or parts of Norway and seeing the northern lights for yourself or a
total eclipse from
anywhere. Being that right place on earth at the right time had meant a lot to
him. Thank god
for transporters!) This amused McCoy because he knew the truth but it was of
importance. The Federation would not get to Bajor until well after Spock's
death and so Spock
would never be able to enter in to the wormhole and McCoy would never be able
to talk to
Spock again, to be able to tell him, face to face, what he had meant to him. In
the end, McCoy
had decided this was of little importance too. After all, he could see Spock
any time he

Despite not being able to talk to him, McCoy just had to be in the same part of
the Alpha
Quadrant at some place where the Enterprise had passed and in no time at all he
would be
back on the Enterprise watching himself, Spock, Kirk, Sulu, Chekov and Uhura
save the
galaxy, yet again. He was just unable to interact with them. But such memories!
He would cry
out what to do, but only he would hear himself. Then Kirk or Spock would do
what he said but
he knew it was not him who had influenced their actions as all this had already
happened. Or
maybe it was. Who was he to know or say? This time travel thing was too
difficult to work out
or to fathom about which came first: The entity he was or the actions they did?

What did it matter anyway?

If McCoy grew tired of trying to contact Spock it was not for want of trying.
On many occasions
he had tried to reach Spock in some sort of manifestation like he could do in
the wormhole of
Bajor. He found he had more success in the later part of Spock's life, when
their friendship had
been so much stronger, when they were prepared to travel to any part of the
Alpha Quadrant
for the other. The best success he had was when Spock was nearing the end of
his life and
had come to visit his grave one last time. Spock had been open to him then.
There he was
certain he had sensed Spock and Spock had sensed him. Apart from that he was
not sure he
had made any impact whatsoever. He had certainly not managed to make Spock take
a ship
to Bajor, to the wormhole, as he had so much wanted.

He no longer knew the date. When, any point in time can be your present, time
unimportant. Time is linier, like the existence he once had, but when your
existence is not
linier, what difference does time make? There is no such thing as time.
Regardless, he knew
everything he knew now even if he was in a time frame when he did not know it.
It was
confusing and too much effort was needed to try and find answers. There was
never enough
time but always too much time to make it worth his while. There was nothing
left to do except
accept it. Let it be. It was the nature of things and that was that. The same
applied to the
question about what he was.

Nevertheless, time still interested him. On one of his many voyages around the
universe he
had sensed an entity that had been there a long time, almost since the
beginning of time, or
so it seemed. This entity was able to answer many of McCoy's questions.
However, it was not
able to explain what he was but that was second in line to the importance of
explaining why he
could not sense Spock at any time. It seems that, despite their ability to be
at any point in
time, their existence was still *linier*, or, sort of. McCoy would not be able
to sense Spock
until McCoy had been there in his current state for the same about of time as
the amount of
time between McCoy dying and Spock dying. McCoy could sense all the entities
that had died
before him but would have to wait for those that died after him to be able to
sense those.
Unfortunately he had no sense of time anymore. Neither did any of the entities
he had
encountered. Too much flipping about from one side of the universe to the other
and numerous
points in time meant that time was a lost thing. He would just have to wait,
but one day

One day, Spock would join him in this wondrous new universe, where they could
anything and everything. One day they would be together for eternity.


*How much longer?* A thought that passed his mind numerous times every day. A
day? What
was a day? How long had he been here? Did it matter? He would still have to

*No longer, my friend.*

*What's that?* Had the loneliness finally driven him mad?

*I am here.*

*Who?* He was mad, he was sure.


*You're finally here, you green blooded insensitive alien?*

*I am. It seems as though I have spent an eternity searching for you.*

*Tell me about it!*

And so he did... for eternity.

The end.