The Final Frontier

A/N: This is the final installment of "Two Weddings and a Cure" series. It's a shorter story, but begged to be written. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the series.

Chapter 1

He watched out from the transport window marveling at the size of the ship. Over twice as big as the ships of his day, sleeker in design, and a glistening white compared to the dull grey.

As the transport entered the bay area, he was surprised at how much room there was. He saw the three men standing on the deck waiting for his arrival and he sighed. Here goes more pompous displays of ceremony peppered with "sirs" and "Admirals" maybe a "Mr. President" thrown in. God! I hate this. He thought to himself.

His beautiful wife of...how many years? gave him a slight smile. "Just this last tour and we'll be home for good, dear." She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. To this day, pushing 130 years of age, he still couldn't believe he was married to the most beautiful woman in the universe, even though there was a little grey showing in her hair, and some lines around her eyes, she was still as stunning as the day he had met her.

He turned to his son, his voice no longer the strong, commanding voice it once was. "Try to behave yourself while we're here."

His son, a grown man now, rolled his eyes. "Yes father, I will endeavor to be on my best behavior."

As they exited the transport, a young blonde man stepped forward. "Admiral. It is an..." He stood shocked at what the old man was doing and turned to the wife. "What is he doing?"

"He is saying hello to his old ship." She said as if he should have known the answer.

The old man was down on his knees, kissing the deck and quietly muttered. "Hello beautiful. So good to see you again. Ah. New dress, but still the same heart. I've missed you my love."

His wife helped him back up from the deck and the young man continued, as he cleared his throat. "Admiral Archer-"

Jon put his hand up. "I'm retired. Call me Jonathan...or Jon...whichever you prefer."

"Uh...Mr. Archer? It's an honor to have you here. I'm Captain James T. Kirk, my First Officer, Mr. Spock and my Chief Medical Officer, Dr. McCoy."

"It's a pleasure to be here. I'm so pleased that you are helping in transporting the survivors of Vulcan to their new world...New Vulcan. My wife, T'Pol and our son Henry."

McCoy muttered under his breath. "Great. Just what we need. Another pointy ear half-breed on the ship." He didn't think it was loud enough for anyone to hear, but he didn't take into consideration of the sensitive Vulcan hearing.

Henry pushed forward, grabbing McCoy's shirt collars in both hands. "Hey! I ain't like no Vulcan you ever met. Another comment about my ears and you'll learn the true meaning of physician heal thy self...understand?"

"Y-yeah...I understand. Sorry."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Henry...let the poor doctor go."

Henry released McCoy with a slight shove to make his point. Henry, in appearance looked more like a Vulcan compared to his twin sisters. He had the pointed ears, angled eyebrows and cat-like shaped eyes. The only things that betrayed his human half was his father's long, thin face, green eyes and his personality...or was it more like an attitude?

His twin sisters on the other hand, both had their mother's ears and Vulcan disposition, but rounded eyebrows and eyes. The only way to tell them apart was that T'Les had her mother's dark eyes while T'Shara had Jon's green eyes.

Kirk shot a glare at McCoy before turning to his guests. "We have your guest quarters ready, Mr. Spock will show you the way."

Before Kirk could say anything else, Jon looked past him and pointed a gnarled finger, yelling. "YOU! Didn't I assign you to Delta Vega? What the hell are you doing on my ship?"

Kirk raised his eyebrows at Jon. "Your ship?"

"As long as she bares the Enterprise name, she's my ship. I'm just letting you borrow it. Come here Mr. Scott!"

Scott (affectionately known as "Scotty") didn't know if he should go over to him, or run like hell. He decided it was best to follow orders.

As he approached the group, Captain Kirk started. "This is my chief engineer, Montgomery-"

"I know who he is." Jon spat with venom. "He killed my dog!"

Scotty started to stammer. "N-now...Admiral, sir...I didn't exactly kill your dog. I...I transported your wee pup."

"You transported him? Where is he then? I don't see him. You killed my damned dog!"

"But Admiral, sir...we don't know for sure that-"

"YOU KILLED MY DOG!"

T'Pol gave a movement with her head before blurting out. "Schrödinger's cat."

Jon gave her a funny look. "What?"

"Schrödinger's cat. It was an experiment in 1935, a paradox. Its theory was-"

"I know about the experiment. What the hell does that have to do with him killing my dog?"

"For all we know...Aramis materialized somewhere between point A and point B and lived out a long, happy life."

Scotty nodded his head. "Aye. Listen to the lass. He very well could have."

Jon thought for a second. "Bullshit! He killed my dog! Get the hell off my ship!"

Kirk could see that the argument was going nowhere and wasn't too thrilled about him telling Scotty to get off the ship. "Montgomery Scott is the best engineer I've ever seen. That's why I made him my chief. He's not going anywhere."

"Only because you never seen my chief engineer at work. Just keep him out of my sight while I'm here."

Kirk turn to Scott. "Scotty, go find something to do...somewhere else."

"Aye sir. Good idea. Aye." Scotty nervously stumbled off in a hurry.

Kirk turned back to his guests. "I'm sure you'll want to relax before we leave. Spock can show you to your quarters now if you'd like."

Jon eyed Kirk for a moment. "I'd like to be on the bridge when we leave dock. When will that be?"

"We still have a few more groups of Vulcan refugees to board. We'll disembark in the morning, I'll make sure you don't miss it. I have scheduled a tour for you later today, if that's appropriate for you, Admiral."

"Jon...call me Jon. Yes. That will be fine. Spock. Spock? Aren't you Ambassador Sarek's son?"

"Yes sir. I am. It is curious that you would know that."

"T'Pol has worked closely with your father finding the Vulcans their new world and reaching out to the survivors to gather all of them once a suitable planet was found. He often spoke of you. I know Vulcans don't show their emotions, and your father is no exception, but the way he speaks...he is very proud of you."

Spock lifted an eyebrow at T'Pol, seemingly surprised at the comment. She inclined her head as an acknowledgement of the comment.

As Spock gestured to lead the guest to their quarters, two very attractive young, red-head twin ensigns walked by and gave Henry a smile. "Uh...I'll catch up with you later." Henry said as he hurried to catch up with the women.

Jon watched, shaking his head as Henry wrapped an arm around each of their waists, flashing them the famous Archer sultry smile. "Ladies. How are you?" Henry said as he walked away with them.

McCoy turned to Spock and gave him a quick backhanded slap across the arm. "Now see...why can't you be more like that?"

Spock lifted and eyebrow at him and said nothing as he led Jon and T'Pol towards their quarters.

XXX

As Jon sat in a chair in their guest quarters, he watched as T'Pol was putting away their belongings. "Was I too hard on that engineer?"

"Perhaps it is time that you let your emotional attachment to Aramis go. I realize you become attached to your canines, and I remember how difficult it was for you when Porthos died-"

"Porthos died from old age...not some gung-ho over achiever." Jon interrupted.

"Nonetheless. It happened years ago. Time to let it go. Would you like to meditate now?"

"No. Not now. I probably should, but I don't think I can relax enough at the moment. Maybe later."

"Very well my love. Let me know when you're ready and I will have everything prepared. Is there anything else you would like at the moment?"

"Yes. Bring my photo album."

"Jon...you really shouldn't."

"Just bring it...please."

"Very well, husband."

T'Pol dug out the photo album from a bag and brought it to him. She didn't like when he sat looking at the pictures, as sometimes remembering the old days upset him. As he took the album, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to his lap, cradling her. She was surprised by this, as it had been a long time that he encouraged her to sit on his lap, what was more surprising was that he started singing to her. She hadn't heard her husband sing for so many years that she had almost forgot how lovely his voice was.

As he finished his song, Conway Twitty's 'I'd Love To Lay You Down', she gave him a sly look. "Mr. Archer...is that a hint?"

He smiled up at her. "Yes Mrs. Archer, it is."

She leaned down and gave him a loving kiss, a little surprised to feel his arousal beneath her and wondered if he had snuck some medication when she wasn't looking.

Through their bond, he caught her thoughts. "No...no medication. This is all natural, sweetheart. Yes...you can still do that to me." He grinned up at her.

In his advanced years, his body had become frail, but their love for one another was as strong as it ever was. When they did make love, T'Pol would have to be the one to "take the command" as Jon often referred to it. She helped him to undress, then removed her own clothes. As she straddled him, placing him inside of her and moving herself for his enjoyment, his hands ran along her body.

She heard him moan and stopped a couple of times questioning if she was hurting him. He assured her that his moans were pleasure, not pain and encouraged her to continue. His stamina wasn't what it used to be and felt his fingers tighten on her back as he released in her. "Shit! Honey, I'm sorry. I know you didn't-"

"You don't need to apologize, love. As long as you are satisfied is all that matters to me." She leaned forward and nuzzled into his neck as his erection was lost and he slipped out of her.

They sat like that for several minutes, holding each other and sharing their love through the bond. He gave her a tight squeeze. "I think I'm ready to meditate now."

She helped him dress and got an area prepared. Years ago, Jon had found it more comfortable to sit on a pillow to meditate. In his younger years, he didn't need a candle, but now found it helpful to focus. He could get down on the floor by himself, though it was awkward, but he needed help getting back up, and T'Pol always stayed close to do so.

It wasn't long when he found himself floating in his place among the stars. Today, the stars didn't seem as bright as they should be and it seemed that some were missing. He wondered about that, then realized why. He took a deep breath and stretched his body out, enjoying the floating sensation.

As his meditating body returned to his physical body, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at T'Pol. "Tell Kirk I appreciate the offer of a tour, but I think I'm tired. Maybe we can do the tour tomorrow?"

She helped him up and waited until he laid down in the bed. "Shall I wake you when it's time for your medicine?"

"That would be nice. Don't want to be surprised by a hypospray getting jammed in my neck."

"I do not jam a hypospray into your neck. I try to be as gentle as possible."

"I know dear, but it's not fun getting injections every four hours. Sometimes I think the human body wasn't designed to survive this long, it's only all that medicine the doctors fill me with that's kept me alive this long."

"Not because you love me so much you don't want to leave?" T'Pol's eyes danced at him.

"Well...that too."