Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, guys. If I did, Bones would be the main character, not Jimmy-boy.

Spock swallowed this new feeling, this light, elated fluttering in his side, where his logical heart beat steadily. He was out of his science officer blues, and in a black formal jumpsuit, with charcoal grey accents. Sulu had gladly offered to provide a flower for his breast pocket, but Spock politely declined. He thought the suit was logical as it was.

"Nervous, Green-Guy?" Bones tapped him on the shoulder. Spock watched as the doctor mentally assessed him.

"The state of nervousness is not one a Vulcan allows himself to- "

"-and yet here we are, me dressed up in silicone pajamas, Jim Kirk looking like a Space Jockey in a bathrobe, and you shaking like a daisy. You should see Chekov- that kid has never worn a suit like this before, I can guarantee it. I'll bet when this is all over he'll poor Vodka on it and burn it. If you can burn this stuff…... what is it anyway?" McCoy pinched the hem between two fingers, it's almost liquid material sliding easily back into place when he dropped it.

"Amadrinonox Palcarbinate. Plant based, local to Vulcan."

"Uh oh, Jim, he's not talkin' in full sentences. He's got nerves!" Bones rocked on his heels, gloating.

At the mention of his Captain's name, Spock turned neatly and offered Jim a blank expression, which the doctor translated as a happy face on seeing his best friend.

"Captain."

"Spock, who died?"

"Captain? I believe Admiral Connter recently passed away- "

"An expression, Spock. And its Jim. You're getting married, not buried. Smile."

Spock's features lightened into the sad equivalent of a Vulcan smile. McCoy's palm met his forehead in a smack, "Good God, what will the wedding holos look like?"

Spock's acute hearing picked up footsteps in the hallway.

Chekov, Sulu, Scotty, and Keenser all stepped lightly into the room.

"We bring you Wodka," Said Chekov, cradling his package gently, like a baby. Jim winced, seeing the poor kid's fingernail marks on his wrists, raw from the strangely textured suit.

"An' good news- yer bride got intae the dress without breakin' anythin'!" Scotty quietly added as an afterthought, "too important!" Keenser gave Spock a once over, and nodded grumpily. He was hating this suit.

"That is good news." Spock said. He felt a pressure behind his eyes he rarely felt before. Kirk noticed his silent struggle and motioned everybody out of the room, saying, "I hear they've got those great Andorian Seltzers in the rec room…"

Only Bones remained.

"Hey, Spock. You gonna be okay?"

"Okay… has multiple meanings."

Bones deflated. "Listen, you green blooded…. Vulcan- you've got the whole world ahead of you… more, actually. You got all of the galaxy! I mean… Listen, ten years ago, I thought I had everything. Daughter, wife, big house, happy with my work. And my world fell apart because I…" he choked on spit and lack of air. Bones took an exaggerated breath, "'cause I forgot to keep loving, and I let what I thought was my duty get in the way of my real purpose. Don't forget to love her, Spock. You… You're a good man, Spock. I mean it. I really do. Tell me if you need anything. I'll be with the guys in the rec room."

"Doctor?"

McCoy paused in the doorway.

"Why did you tell me that?"

"Because nobody told me."

Spock thought he saw a tear trailing down McCoy's jaw. He'd never seen the doctor cry. Leonard Horatio McCoy had lost hundreds of patients, faced the death of his friends and himself alike, and here, at Spock's wedding, was the first time he shed a tear in public. Now he quickly wiped it away.

"Dammit! Now you got me crying!" And he stormed off down the hall in a somehow pleasant way, cursing. A familiar way, thought Spock, sitting next to the bottle of Vodka. He let something grace his lips, a tiny angle of, well, joy.

Ambassador Spock had recently died. And yet, for the second time since his death, Spock was smiling, almost laughing. A holo-copy of the picture taken of the crew in their old age was tucked in his shirt, where a Vulcan's heart was. It had been with Ambassador Spock's things. A corner of it touched the forming scar where a large piece of something unidentifiable had pierced his skin and caused him to almost bleed out; it had almost ended his life a few months ago. Still it hurt when he stretched or sneezed. He barely remembered his scream when McCoy had yanked it out and cauterized the wound, and yet it was as fresh in his mind as a day many years ago on Vulcan, when his father spoke of paths to be chosen. His pain, his two collapses. Revealing to McCoy his plans to leave Starfleet, and even his laughter, although 'Bones' had quickly made Spock lay down after that episode. And then Kirk, asking what they should do next, as Spock lay there bleeding and in immense pain. His commanding officer. His friend. His brother, even, for whom he'd gladly lay down his life. When he'd met the cocky man as a cadet, he hadn't liked him much at all, even if his negative feelings were illogical. When Kirk had saved their lives by facing a painful and slow death from radiation poisoning, Spock had cried his first tears since the destruction of Vulcan, and felt such an immense anger burning at him that no emotion became unsuited for his disposal. And when Kirk was brought back to life, and made his speech at the memorial, "Space, the final frontier; these are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise…" He'd felt that pressure at the back of his eyes, in his throat. In his side, where his heart was.

He heard the sound of boots moving down the hallway, and looked up at the time. Nearly a half an hour had passed in his musings.

"Is the vulcan bride ready?" McCoy joked, slightly drunk on Andorian Seltzer. He dumped a cup of water on his head and smiled brightly at Spock.

"Lieutenant Uhura is currently waiting for her music to start," Jim motioned for Spock to step out into the hallway. "We're waiting for you." His electric blue eyes sparkled.

Once Spock was on the bridge, which had been transformed into a suitable place for a wedding, he stood in front of the large window that gave a view of millions of great gems in the sky, with Sollisdrann III's faint green atmosphere glowing around the silver planet, it's picturesque rings encircling, suspended gracefully in nothing but stars. Jim stood to the side, with Bones, Chekov, Sulu, Scotty, and finally Keenser flanking the best man. A Vulcan official, who was not entirely opposed to an untraditional wedding, was to perform the ceremony. Spock looked at Bones, who was still slightly intoxicated. The doctor winked. He looked at Jim, who smiled, giving Spock a look that said, "Relaaaaax!"

Spock embraced the warm feeling inside him and allowed for his own small smile, looking up as music began to play, and the doors to the bridge slid open.

Please review! I'd love to hear what you think. Usually I don't ship Uhura and Spock, but it fit for the story.