The self-proclaimed old country doctor watched Jim Kirks nephew withdraw. The man had certainly grown up. But then, where else could he have gone?
The others were waiting until he had a moment alone. He needed to say something, and he needed to say it alone.
In crystal, like a blasted sleeping prince, was the only man Leonard McCoy knew who literally had been late for his own funeral. By about eighty years.
While he wasnt as cried out as he thought, he found the emotions controllable, this time around. Admiral McCoy hoped that this did not mean he was becoming like Spock, or worse still, that damned android. He decided it was just maturity, though.
At last, he found the words.
"Jim--Im gonna be joinin you soon enough. When that happens, Im gonna have a question for you. A lot of questions, really. Like how dare you come back lookin so young, when all of us look like--well, not young, thats for sure. But heres simply what I have to say..."
Feeling unsteady even in his hover-chair, McCoy said his piece.
"Welcome home, Captain."
Then the others entered, and that old country doctor was very, very glad that he was not alone.
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