Knock-knock-knock! "Andrew!" Knock-knock-knock! "Andrew!" Knock-knock-knock!" Andrew!"

Shaking his hand already beginning to ache from the incessant banging of his fist against the front of the solid apartment door, Xander then heard from inside there an extremely forlorn, "Go 'way. Not in the mood."

Xander sighed. He next shouted at the still firmly closed door at where Andrew was probably midway through a first-season marathon of the original series, "I know why you're not in the mood! Will you please get out here, anyway? Me and the rest of the castle want to show you something in the main hall."

"Huh?" came in a rather baffled tone from the geek having holed up hours ago this morning after hearing what'd just been broadcast on CNN.

Eagerly nodding even if he couldn't possibly be seen doing this, Xander said in his most persuasive wheedle, "Honest injun, cross my heart and hope to die. It's something you really need to see."

After a few more moments, the apartment door opened, revealing Andrew wearing a certain knitted Christmas sweater in black and cerulean colors with golden insignia from a few years back that Dawn spotted at San Diego Comic-Con and promptly bought for him as a holiday gift. Eyeing Andrew with approval, Xander stated, "Yeah, that's just the thing. C'mon, they're all waiting!"

Andrew started to open his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, only to be interrupted in this by Xander abruptly grabbing the other man's arm and yanking him out of the apartment. Stumbling along after Xander still towing him in a fierce grip, Andrew managed a few steps later, "What's the big hurry? If you're doing some kind of intervention, it's none of your business! I'm fine, really. All I need is some time alone to do a proper farewell ceremony-"

"Already ahead of you, pal," breezily broke in Xander, who now stopped short at the end of the castle corridor which had an open stone archway there overlooking the ancient structure's main hall. The two men now stood side-by-side in front of the wooden railing and stared down at the crowd below looking back up at them in turn.

Andrew gaped at what appeared to be everyone else currently at the New Council's headquarters not actually on duty at the moment. This turned out to be nearly a hundred people, consisting of Slayers, Watchers, Mages, and support staff from all over the world. They were men and women of different nations, backgrounds, religions, and reasons for joining the New Council. However, they also had one thing in common.

Right after the arrival of whom they were waiting for, the crowd next acted in doing something they'd just spent the last few minutes rehearsing but not fully carrying out until now.

Gazing at both Andrew and Xander, all the persons standing on the main hall floor lifted up their right or left hands, palm outwards and fingers straight but divided in the middle plus the thumb also separate to form a very familiar gesture known throughout the planet due to decades of television programs and films.

Next came a recited rumble from far more than a dozen languages as the crowd said an equally iconic phrase in their native tongues. Intermingled in the voices were distinguishable words:

"Larga vida y prosperidad."

"Beo fada agus rathúil."

"Lihayot zaman rav v'lisagsag."

"Langes leben und gedeihen."

"Gia makrozo̱ía kai na ev̱i̱merí̱soun."

"Viva longa kaj prosperi."

"Lev och frodas"

"Zhivite dolgo i prosthetic'."

"Vive diu prospere."

"Leef lang en voorspoedig."

"As-salamu alaykum."

"Lunga vita e prosperità."

"Āpakī umra lambī hō aura āpa samr̥d'dha banē."

"Longue vie et prospérité."

"Chángshòu hé fánróng."

"Uzun yaşamak ve gelişmek."

"Kuishi kwa muda mrefu na kufanikiwa."

"Žijte dlouho a prosperovat."

Glancing over at where a grinning Xander also had his right hand up in the Vulcan greeting while reciting the phrase "Live long and prosper" in Swahili, Andrew Wells turned back to look at the crowd still in the same position. He proudly drew himself up and made the Star Trek salute in kind to all there who'd come to join this tribute to Leonard Nimoy passing away earlier today.

Then, Andrew solemnly recited, "Dif-tor heh smusma, Spohkh."

Author's Note: Again, thank you, Mr. Nimoy.

The languages were taken from Google Translate and are as presented respectively: Spanish, Irish, Hebrew, German, Greek, Esperanto, Swedish, Russian, Latin, Dutch, Arabic, Italian, Hindi, French, Chinese, Turkish, Swahili, Czech, and of course, Vulcan. If I've gotten the spelling or anything else wrong and you know this from personal experience, please drop me a line in the review section and I'll change it into what should be correct. (Except for Vulcan, though, unless you've got one very interesting backstory…)