Author: Jazz Man
Summary: McCoy's dead (I seem to kill people
a lot) and Spock goes
to visit his grave.
Disclaimer: I own Jack (I really do, he's a cat)
The bells of another man's religion toll around me. I wonder idly
what purpose they serve. Perhaps they
are calling the faithful to
prayer. Perhaps they are merely ringing the hour. I do not know.
It does not matter to me,
but it distracts me from why I am here.
Any distraction would be welcome, even the distraction of another
They say Vulcan has no gods. That is not true. We had
gods once. We cast them out of the heavens and made them live on
hot sand of the desert. We made them part of us. We bound them
to the sand and would not let them leave. They were of Vulcan.
am not of Vulcan. I am not of Earth. Or perhaps I am of Vulcan and
I am of Earth. It did not matter to me until ten
days ago. It did
not matter to me until Leonard died. He did not believe in his
gods. He wished that he could believe
in them, but all he could do
was curse them. He did not believe and yet here he is. He lies
deep in the earth. He was
of Earth, but he was also of the
Universe. He saw beyond the unfamiliar outside and found what lay
within each individual
he met. He saw what lay within me. He
needed nothing more than his two sharp eyes and his sound heart to
find all my
secrets. He knew me better than I knew myself, yet he
never held it over me, never used it against me. He said he loved
and I never had cause to doubt. It was not him who doubted, it
was not him who ran. It was him who waited patiently until
returned. He forgave me. He said that I did the only thing I could
do. He said that I had returned and that that was
enough. I could
not give him what he deserved. He said it was enough that I gave
him what I could. I could not tell
him how I felt, because part of
me did not believe that I could feel. I could not tell him, but I
knew he knew. I knew
he understood. He always understood. I was
not with him at the end. I had not the strength to watch him die.
He forgave me. I wish that I had been strong
enough. I wish that I had stood by him as I know he would have
me, as he had stood by me. He forgave me, but I wish that
I did not have to be forgiven.
I enter the church yard.
It is not difficult to find his
grave. The stone is simple, as he always claimed to be. 'Leonard H
McCoy, MD.' I wonder
if he wanted it to say that or if someone else
wanted that. I think his name would have been enough for him. It
have been Joanna. There would have been no one else. I wish
that I could have been the one to decide. I wish that I could
been here. I wish that I could have told him what he already knew.
I touch the chain at my neck and slip it over
my head. The ring
glints merrily in the bright sun light. He gave it to me. This
band of gold. He gave it to me even
though I could not take him.
He said it was his promise to me and that the offer would always be
open. I could never
take up his offer because I could never tell
The ground is soft. It is not difficult to make a small
I take the ring off the chain. It does not weigh much but I
can feel that I am no longer wearing it. I put the ring into
ground and cover it in the dark rich soil. I put the chain back
on. I have worn it for so long that I cannot imagine
it, but the ring is his. It was always his. I am returning his
promise. I am freeing him from his promise,
or perhaps I am taking
him up on it. I do not know.
The sun is warm, but I find no comfort in it. I rise from
knees and enter the church. It is cool and smells comforting.
There is no one here. I sit in the rearmost pew. This is
of his gods. I wonder if they would hear me. I am not of Earth,
but I am not of Vulcan. Or perhaps I am of
both. No. I am of
neither. I am of him. He was of Earth. Does that make me of
Earth? I pray to his gods. My gods? Our
gods? I pray that he
will hear me when I tell him what he already knew. I pray that he
will hear me when I whisper it.
I know that he will understand. I
know that he will forgive me. I pray that he will hear me when I
whisper in the darkness.
I pray that it will be enough. It will be
enough for him. It will have to be enough for me.
"I love you."