. . . 2387. . .

Being a doctor, a admiral, a friend of the last surviving Enterprise members has its advantages. Bones Prime read Spock Prime's will, and it only took two hours. The gist of it was to have his most treasured belonging, his pendent, given to any of the surviving Enterprise members if he were to die due to complications on a mission or if they are not around then it must be donated to a museum where it will show a memory. A memory that showed a friendship showed by two legendary figures in Star Fleet.

Bones Prime stifled back a tear as his face went pale.

He had been there when Jim made that recording.

"Admit it, Spock. For people like us, the journey itself... is home." Jim finished his message.

Bones Prime closed his eyes uncovering his mouth.

"Making another video for the Vulcan?" Bones Prime had asked.

Jim turned away from the holo-emitter closing the lid with a grin.

"No," Jim said. "This is the final product."

"You said that three hours ago." Bones Prime said.

"Well, this is it," Jim patted lightly on the lid. "Bones, the reason why I called you here is to thank you."

"For what?" Bones Prime said.

"For being there," Jim said, putting the holo-emitter into a blue box that had purple wrapping. He put a lid onto the box. "For me, for Spock, when we were in our darkest days." He looked over toward the doctor with a fond smile. "If it wasn't for you; I surely wouldn't be standing here."

"Nah, you are giving me too much credit, Jim," Bones Prime said. "That was all Spock's doing."

Jim shook his head.

"Not true," Jim said. "You saved both of our lives more times than I can count. If Spock were here, he would be more precise how many times."

"That he would," Bones Prime said, with a nod."Too bad he is busy."

Jim turned away from the table holding the small box in his hand.

"I want you to give this to Spock,Bones," Jim said. "I am going on the Enterprise B tour."

Jim handed the box to Bones Prime.

"Ah," Bones Prime said. "I never doubted you would go."

Jim grinned.

"My last tour, and then, I am retiring," Jim said. "The world is done with James T Kirk, time for me to sit back and relax."

Bones would later regret passing up the offer of not going. Still to this day, he regrets not going with Jim. He could have stopped Jim by asking what was on his damn mind. Bones had regrets on his shoulders. Jim was one of them. Bones was the one who gave the box to Spock and delivered the bad news. Their hands had met each other as he gave the Vulcan a sad look. The Vulcan had raised his eyebrow at first, then his eyes widened, and he whispered, "Jim." and Bones nodded.

"Last time I heard someone say that, you came and asked me to come back." Bones Prime said.

Jim at first smiled, with a small laugh.

"I am not going back to Star Fleet this time," Jim said, with a shake of his hand. His staccato voice made it sound like the truth coming from the James T. Kirk. "I am too old for this."

"Oh really, Jim?" Bones Prime raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, really. Tempting as it seems. . . it's the newer cadets who have that challenge to be explorers. It's their turn." There was a twinkle in Jim's eyes. "Give this to Spock, will you?"

Bones Prime nodded.

"I will, Jim," Bones Prime said. "Anything."

And Spock's Katra would not be stored in the hall of ancient thoughts. It was his specific wish to be buried at sea and allow his Katra to join the great beyond rather than bind it any further to the land of the living. That way, McCoy Prime supposed, Spock could join Jim. Perhaps the pointy eared hobgoblin did believe in the afterlife. McCoy Prime swiped the padd making the will vanish off the screen. McCoy Prime struggled to get up using his walking cane. Spock Prime was intending to leave Vulcan in four days. McCoy Prime had four days to get there.

If Bones Prime didn't know Spock Prime any better, he wouldn't have considered the chance of the Vulcan failing. But this time he had. The chances were against the Vulcan. Bones Prime walked over to the counter where there lay a group photo of the senior officers of the ship including the bridge crew. The Enterprise family, as Jim once put it. McCoy's vision began to blur. A tear landed on the frame. Bones Prime, Scotty Prime, and Spock Prime were all that were left of the golden era. They were heroes, old relics, and legends all at once to Star Fleet.

"Damn it, Jim," Bones Prime said. "Why did you have to go first?"

Hikaru, Pavel, Christine, M'Benga, Janice,Nyota, all passed away in the recent hundred years.

McCoy's little girl, Joanna, had died at a old age a few years ago, surrounded by children and her father.

Now all that were left were Bones Prime, Scotty Prime, and Spock Prime.

McCoy Prime's hand clutched around the cane.

"Holo-message incoming from Montgomery Scott." The computer said.

"Activate message." Bones Prime said.

"Ay, doctor," Scotty Prime said. "I suppose you heard the suicide mission Mr Spock is embarking on."

"That I have," Bones Prime said. "I am going."

Scotty Prime frowned.

"Me bein' left here as the last person tae serve on the Enterprise?" Scotty Prime said. "Nae way." Scotty Prime shook his head. "I am comin' tae Earth on a passenger ship from a Engineer conference," McCoy Prime raised an eyebrow. "I will request tae be dropped off tae Vulcan instead. I am nae goin' tae be the subject of various interviews about you and Mr Spock about our time on the Enterprise."

Bones Prime lowered his eyebrow as a small smile grew on his face.

"I understand," Bones Prime said. "I will see you at Vulcan, Scotty."

"See you there, doctor," Scotty Prime said. "Scotty out."

Scotty Prime's figure on the screen vanished.

That small smile on Bones's face had faded away.

Bones Prime picked up the photo looking down toward it and his eyes focused on Jim's face

"I will see you soon," Bones Prime said. "Someone has to make sure Spock is not alone."

Bones Prime lowered the photograph to the table then he went past it.