Author: titC email@example.comSeries: TOS
He kept seeing him everywhere.
now, he thought he could make out his blurry figure in the
shadows - the inhumanly shiny hair, a firm thigh, a pointed
ear - the
hint of a straight eyebrow, so different from his own.
He could almost hear the rough voice calling him.
He sounded like
someone in pain, closed off from him, needing him... But Spock wasn't,
couldn't be there - he was dead,
wasn't he? He'd watched him die, he'd
felt him die. He'd been the first in the radiation chamber, the last to
fingers on the burnt face, just before closing the lid of the
And yet, in the dim quarters, Leonard
McCoy had seen him one last time,
in spite of the sealed door, in spite of Jim's orders, in spite of what
He could even have touched him one last time, if only - if only Jim had
not burst in and shattered everything.