T'Pring was holding a little brown baby with pointy ears in her arms. The baby was swaddled up. Nyota was alongside the woman in a chair holding a little white baby in her arms that was swaddled up. Christine was sitting alongside Nyota cooing at the resting newborn. The white baby had pointy ears. T'Pring's black hair was curled on her shoulder let loose. Her hair bangs were wet. She was in a blue medical outfit that vanished under the beige blanket. T'Pring had eyeliner that looked fine on her not only the make up. Christine and Nyota shared a long, glance with one another.

"We should name this little girl Lynn." Nyota finally said. "Lynn."

"But she is half Vulcan." Christine said.

"She can get the 'T' added when she is betrothed at the age of seven, honey." Nyota said. "These little girls are going to be tight as thieves." She rubbed gently along the face of the resting baby. "Some Vulcans prefer to do the betrothing at a early age. Pree wanted otherwise."

"Lynn is a southern name." T'Pring said.

"Why yes it is," Nyota said. "These were high risks deliveries. The man who helped us should get a child named after him."

"That is acceptable." T'Pring said.

"What about the other twin?" Christine asked.

"I like to say . . . Paang." T'Pring said, looking down upon the shut eye baby. "Soren will be pleased to see his granddaughter."

"T'Leri would have been overjoyed," Nyota said. "I really think she would have loved to see the newborns."

"Shame we never got to meet her." Christine said. "Died before she can meet us."

"T'Leri would have been proud of our accomplishment," T'Pring said. "Ashayam."

"Your accomplishment, you mean," Christine said. "You went with Doctor McCoy through The Gaurdian of Forever just so you can get impregnated by a male version of our dear Nyota named Nnaid Uearo."

"Nnamdi Uhuro." T'Pring corrected Christine.

"And used USS Republic to get there through bending a few rules here and there." Nyota said. "If I was not overjoyed with these little bundles . . . . you would have lost your life thanks to the very risky stunt you pulled."

"I am confident my decision is sound." T'Pring said.

"You nearly died during delivery," Christine said. "We love you, but we didn't want you to go."

"I understand," T'Pring said. "But there is no need to worry as we have two children to take care of."

"Just don't do that to us again." Nyota said.

"I have to agree," Christine said. "You worried the hell out of us."

"That was not my intention," T'Pring said. "And I will not do it again."

"Good," Nyota said. "Because we are going to need to figure out how to organize family time during my shore leaves." The three women shared glances with one another. "I don't want to miss out on our little baby growing up."

"I will record the moments that you are not there for and send them to you." Christine said.

"Oh baby." Nyota said. "I am the luckiest woman in the galaxy."

The sliding door opened to let in McCoy. His baby blue eyes stood out from his vacation mode at first glance. Yet he still had the beard including the necklace. He wore a easy going smile on his face rubbing his hands together approaching the new found interracial family. He was pleased how things gone down, apparently. One could tell he was not a doctor or in service because of the lack of a formal, beardless appearance. So it was problematic that he was being a temporary doctor when he didn't look like it. To the women, however, he was a full time doctor wherever he went.

"How are the twins?"

"Satisfactory." T'Pring said.

"They haven't opened their eyes, yet." Christine said.

"Their eyes are goin' to be blue until their vision clears up," McCoy said, "Then you will see who inherited whose eyes." He came over toward the little brown baby in T'Pring's arms. "I, for one, can tell this little one has your eyebrows, Nyota." He looked back up. "Even if it was a different version of yourself. This little girl is goin' to look like one of her mothers."

"She has heard the voice of her godfather off and on for the past nine months." Nyota said.

"Why wouldn't she not hear the voice of the person who has been constantly monitoring your pregnancy through the healers on Vulcan--" McCoy stopped, raising his brows, then pointed to his chest. "Me?" He was caught off guard. "A godfather?" Christine snaked her arm around Nyota's shoulder as the woman nodded. "I am honored."

"We decided that during labor." Nyota said.

"For two days?" McCoy asked.

"We could not decide," Nyota said. "There were many people we could choose over."

"I am sorry that you couldn't be there for the delivery, Nyota." McCoy apologized.

"I understood the consequence as soon as she went in." Nyota said. "Quantum mechanics gives me a headache."

"It did me one too," McCoy said. "Understandin' it all." He glanced over toward T'Pring. "As much as I enjoyed meetin' my female counterpart Lea Horatia McCoy and seein' Jim again in the form of a woman. . ." McCoy's mind briefly drifted off at the memory of Jane Tiberia Kirk. The doctor then softly finished. "It was painful."

"As I told my wives, I do not intend." T'Pring said

McCoy smiled as he bounced with his hands locked behind his back.

"Never before have I been pleased by hearing a Vulcan say no." McCoy said.

The two women laughed.

"Oh Doctor." Christine said.

"Bones." Praang heard a newcomers voice. Praang shifted in the wrapping. "Bones!" No one seemed to be paying attention nor be alarmed. The tone of voice sounded intimate, and personal. Vulcan's had excellent hearing. Many could attest to that including humans when it came to overhearing matters that did not relate to the Vulcan in general. Even McCoy would agree to that comment. "What happened to you?"

"Do you wish to hold the child, Doctor McCoy?" T'Pring inquired.

"I would be honored to." McCoy said. T'Pring gently handed the little one into the doctor's arms. "Coochie cooh coochie cue." Praang's nose wiggled and frowned then yawned. "Aww, you are so cute." He looked toward T'Pring. "What is their names?"

"Praang and Lynn." Christine said. "The one you are holding is Praang."

"A fittin' name." McCoy said.

"Indeed." T'Pring said.

"This one is Lynn," Nyota said. "Lynn Horatia Uhura."

Praang slowly opened her eyes. McCoy gasped, struck by the pretty eyes looking back. He was taken breathless at first then made a sound that Spock, long ago, considered a illogical noise. Too bad Mister Spock still didn't understand how humans dealt with babies. Spock, at one point had been a baby, it was a pity that the former first officer wasn't raised like a human to know why they made these illogical noises. He smiled, openly, at the little one and said, "Whose the cutest elf in the room. Yes, yes, you are." Praang stared at McCoy's chin with dark vision.

"She is so small," Christine said. "Our little baby is--is she cross eyed?"

"Her secondary eye lid is up." McCoy said. "And she will get used to the light."

"Affirmative." T'Pring siad.

"Did you know who I saw today?" McCoy asked. The women raised their eyebrows. "Mister Spock." T'Pring lowered her eyebrow. "It was quite off to see him in a waitin' room and he did not look like himself. Looked like one of the trainee Kolinahr students I saw awhile back."

"Mister Spock is here?" Christine said, startled. "I have been here for a year and we barely seen him."

"So he did resign from Star Fleet after all." Nyota said, sadly.

"Perhaps not after all." McCoy said. "I had a session with T'Pau today regarding my annual mind check up." He looked down toward the resting Vulcan. "Some mind meld problems still haven't gone away. Not life threatening. And I decided after the meeting to start a rescue operation. Rescue mission: Deter Spock from becomin' a zombie."

"There is no historical significance of humans developing mind meld problems since a hundred years ago." T'Pring said. "Not unless it was a forced mind meld done without the consent of another."

"Mister Spock. . ." Nyota said. "No, he can't be--"

"It wasn't Mister Spock." McCoy interrupted. "It was another version of him. The mirror version."

There was looks of concern in the room for the doctor.

Jim had high hopes for the Mirror Spock. McCoy, on the other had, had different thoughts about it. Things wouldn't change in the mirror verse. As Jim had said, it would take two hundred years for the Terran Empire to collapse. Perhaps, just perhaps, Star Fleet would fall in the same length of time and be replaced by a empire. That is the only way change could occur. If changed occurred with the collapse of Terran Empire and Star Fleet remained, the Terran Empire would be a alternate universe not a parallel one. McCoy had not forgotten the words from the Mirror Spock: "Our minds are merging, Doctor. Our minds are one. I feel what you feel. I know what you know." It was rare that he woke up because of a nightmare about that damn green blooded goatee counterpart in the middle of the night. God knows how terrifying the chant was when interrogating some one in the mirror universe on a average day. It may be a mundane chant but terrified the life out of the doctor. But there were minor problems that developed because of the mind meld. Feeling terrified to walk alone in the hall of a starship. Feeling like someone was out to get him. And in general, like someone in a Terran Empire.

"If Spock is the way you described him, you should go ahead and do it." Christine said.

"It is not comforting that there is a version of Spock does force mind melds." Nyota said.

"He's in another universe, Nyota," McCoy said. "Not like he is walking among us."

"When do you start the rescue operation?" T'Pring inquired.

"Well," McCoy said, sitting down into a chair beside the biobed. "I rather start it when I am as far away as possible from Vulcan to start the operation."

"What kind of plan requires you being away?" Christine asked, appearing to be concerned.

"The one you wouldn't want to know," McCoy said. "Sometimes, as I learned,you have to cheat to start thin's goin' and find a third way out of a walkin' disaster." The women didn't seem to be having it. "No, I mean what I said, you would not like it a bit."

"If that is what you want." Christine said.

"Say," McCoy drawled. "How are you dealin' with the former captain's discharge?"

"Relived, actually." Nyota said. "Not to be bitter about it but it was getting over the top."

"Dear, her eyes have opened." Christine said.

Lynn's brown eyes were staring in the direction of Nyota's chin. The colors were fuzzy and some of the shapes were blending together. From a infant's perspective, color was not solid but fuzzy. It wasn't a thing. What lines there were were highly zig-zagged. Nyota's surrounding colors were dulled by Christine blocking the sunlight from landing squarely in the newborns eyes. She could hear voices. She could hear the voice of a younger man with pauses in his speech. She wanted to grab where the source was coming from and touch it, get to know this thing, and above all be able to see it. She experienced a wave of comfort in the family bond. The voices were clear as day and crystal clear. She closed her eyes, listening to their voices.

"Hello, little Lynn," Came the man's voice. "The name is Jim, Jim Kirk."

What they didn't know was that there was a ghost in the room. The room suddenly became cold for the humans in the room. McCoy could feel chills travel down his skin. But the presence there in the room was friendly but it was not violent in the slightest. Lynn felt a hand stroke the side of her cheek. A cold finger along her cheek, gently. Being wrapped up in warm, fabric was soothing. It reminded her of the dark place. It was a better location that was quiet. She got to jump many times. Lynn could kick as many times as she wanted but she couldn't right now. But where she was shared one comforting part of the place she loved: warmth. McCoy handed Praang back to T'Pring.

"Brr," McCoy said. "Is it supposed to be cold this late?"

"I do not believe so, Doctor." T'Pring said. "If you need any help, you can call."

"I got the help of Spock's parents." McCoy said. "If there is somethin' you can do, I will call you girls in a heartbeat."

"This issue must be important to them if they are willing to help you." Nyota said.

McCoy nodded.