Leonard liked to grace along the beach at night. Under the twinkling stars, the sand slid through his flip flops gently tickling him, and the sound of sand moving around his rubber flip flops. It was one of his favorite activities to do. His eyes gazed toward the stars. Perhaps aliens, werewolves, and the supernatural existed. He wagered the thought of all three on nights like these. Distant, unexplored, dangerous galaxies. Deadly planets. Anomaly's that could kill. Space pirates. He saw a light above his head darting faster than a normal speed of light air craft. It wasn't odd to him as he had seen this countless nights before. Every night, without fail, he would come and be eased by the beach after a hard day at the hospital. After he had sent his daughter to bed. He looked over to see a figure, that was different from every night, standing there with hands locked behind their back. The doctor walked forward, approaching the figure. His eyes adjusted to the darkness to see shapes of what was like butterfly wings but larger attached to the man's back.

The wings were large and almost transparent save for the shade of blue that sparkled off them. Almost as though his wings were covered in glitter. The glitter almost made it seem that the Vulcan wore a long, shiny cape that draped on his shoulders. He was in attire that seemed out of this world designed so well that it fit his figure. Leonard's eyes drifted over toward the distance to see what he was looking at. There were other figures like him dancing in the night flying above the roaring beach. The calm and eased scenery lacked tension. As he came closer, Leonard noted the large pointy ears and the shade of green that the moonlight was displaying on the man's skin revealed on what space wasn't covered by the uniform. The elf like man turned in his head in the doctors direction.

"Greetings," Leonard's breath was almost taken by the sheer beauty radiating off the man. His brown eyes met the doctors eyes. "What brings you here?"

"Uh, oh, well, I walk here, every night," Leonard said. "to calm myself. . . I love my daughter but sometimes I need time for myself."

"True," the figure said. "we all do need space from our loved ones."

Leonard nodded in agreement.

"What is ya name?" Leonard asked.

"Spock," Spock said.

"Spock," Leonard repeated. "Spock."

"Indeed," Spock said.

"That's a nice name," Leonard said. Leonard noticed the slanted, thin eyebrows on the taller man's face.

"It is," Spock said.

They turned their attention to the beautiful beach scenery with Leonard standing by the man's side.

"Where ya from?" Leonard asked. "Seattle? Toronto, Canada? Mexico? Mars? The moon? Indiana?"

"I rather not disclose it, but it is nearby," Spock replied.

"Well, that's quite vague," Leonard said. "I will be satisfied with that."

"How long have you lived here?" Spock asked.

"Three years," Leonard said.

"I am a vagabond," Spock replied. "I do not stay in one place."

"Now that's a shame," Leonard said. "someone like ya would make a great person to scare off unwanted people."

"Hm?" Spock sounded confused, a little.

"Jokin'," Leonard replied. "what brings ya here?"

"The scenery," Spock replied. "the calm and serene scenery. . ."

"It's all therapeutic," Leonard finished.

"Yes," Spock said.

"Feels the same for me. I came here often after my divorce. Helped me get back on my feet. I can stay here forever," the odd man turned his head in the direction of the human. "If I could. . . I would. It's not normally silent around here so nights like these are when I really sit back and relax. No drunk kids, no bonfires, no parties. . ." the doctor sighed, looking on toward the lapping water against the sand. "I am surprised for someone like ya."

"Why is it that?" Spock asked.

"Because someone like ya would have been here before me," Leonard said.

"I would," Spock said. "I am a very . . . picky . . . person."

"Yeah," Leonard said. "aren't we all?" He shared a smile looking toward the man who returned a eyebrow raise.

"How long does your livelihood mean you stay?" Spock asked.

"Lon' as the bills keep gettin' paid and I do what I love the most," Leonard said. "ya a pretty space alien. I would say that ya a fairy but fairies are like this big," he held his thumb and index finger apart. "in reality. . . so ya not that."

"I see," Spock replied.

"Friends out there?" Leonard asked, gesturing toward the other flyers.

"In a way, you can say," Spock replied. "they are my peers."

"Can ya fly like them?" Leonard asked.

"I can," Spock said. "I do not feel open to do so."

"Why?" Leonard asked. "I bet ya a great dancer."

"I am," Spock said. "I prefer to dance on land than in the air."

"Oh," Leonard said, restraightening himself. "More of a ground person."

"Nature is a fascinating subject to view from the ground," Spock replied. "the beauty is in the land not in the sea."

"What are ya?" Leonard asked.

"A figment of your imagination," Spock replied, softly. The doctor yawned. "you should attempt to rest at least."

"Nah," Leonard said. "I have some time to kill before hittin' the hay. Got a security system up for my little pumpkin. She won't get hurt."

"Are you sure about that?" Spock asked.

"Very sure," Leonard said. "trusted system on the planet."

"Hmm," Spock said. "What is your occupation?"

"Doctor," Leonard said, bouncing on the tips of his toes while leaning forward. "yours?"

"I prefer to think of myself as a scientist," Spock said.

"Cool," Leonard said. The two stood there in silence together enjoying what a beach had to offer that night.