Apparently someone thought it was not only a good idea for Spock to know, but also the captain of the Enterprise. So they had clearance. They wanted the poster boy to be well aware of someone he thought as a close friend (and truth to say, he was a father figure to the kid looking out for him) and it was optional on Reaper's part to tell him. Reaper paced back and forth in his officer combing through his hair. How would Nurse Chapel react? How would Kirk, someone related to his sister, (of course he was a Grimm), react? He had kept close tabs on the children Samantha had before the incident. Before Olduvai. Before they were seperated and sent into the system. How would Scotty react? React to learning he has been drinking with a immortal? Would they look at him any differently?

Reaper preferred to be Bones.

Just good old Bones.

Doctor Leonard Horatio McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise, friend and healer of the crew.

But then again, Reaper couldn't shed identities again as everyone around would surely live a hundred plus years. Reaper had seen people he knew turn to dust, become fragile and feeble, including those he worked with as a detective. He didn't have a prosthetic leg anymore since he threw it away after three years of using olive oil became annoying. Dorian easily found where he had lived with some incredible detective work. Reaper never did find out how Dorian discovered where he lived. Perhaps he could cling onto this identity. He sure as hell was not from Georgia (Even though he lived there for a century) and he was certainly not born on Earth. He was born on Olduvai.

In space.

He was literately an alien.

Dorian entered the office.

"You have to tell them, Reaper." Dorian said.

"How do you think they're going to react when they hear I will out live them?" Reaper asked. "Hurt? Dismay? Bitterness? I don't want them to feel what I feel when they leave me behind." He shook his hand. "I am not going to try making anyone here immortal and that is final. They should not live with my curse."

Dorian took Reaper by the shoulders.

"They will understand once they know," Dorian said. "Would you feel comfortable if I were there?"

Reaper nodded.

"I would." Reaper said.


They were in the briefing room. Spock's eyebrow had rose up when Dorian had entered. Kirk was momentarily surprised as the two sat down along side each other.

"What is it?" Kirk asked.

"It is about Olduvai." Reaper said.

"Oh that place where the squad didn't make it out to retrieve genetic hard drives and there was a attack launched onto it." Kirk said.

"There were survivors." Spock said, leaning forward.

"Yes." Reaper said.

"But there weren't any. If there were, it would be in the history books." Kirk said.

Reaper sighed, standing up.

"Hand me the knife." Reaper held out his hand then Dorian handed the random knife to the man who had his sleeve rolled up.

Spock and Kirk's eyes watched Reaper stab the blade into his elbow then yank it forwards where the tip was below the skin allowing blood to come out. He ripped it out of his hand that appeared to be unharmed. Kirk stood up and a silent 'what-the-hell' gasp escaped. Spock's eyebrow went up even further. Reaper dropped the blade to the table now looking upon the young man.

"Two hundred fourteen years ago, eight men, highly specialized marines in the Rapid Response Tactile Squad, went into Olduvai. I was one of them. I used to hold the rank of Staff Sergeant back then. I was John Grimm. The truth to be told. There wasn't just an attack." Kirk sat down. "There was a experiment gone wrong with the human chromosomes. Chromosome twenty-four. With the right people: it makes them immortal. With the wrong people? It turns them into mutants, ugly ass bastards. My sister injected me with C-24 when I was at the verge of death. Everyone I knew was mutated and I had to kill them. When the UAC disbanded, Star Fleet picked me up and from there, we had a agreement regarding my extra chromosome."

"My name is Dorian," Dorian said. "DRN-0167. Retired Police Synthetic, though I highly resent being called synthetic. I am his partner."

"Fascinating." Spock said.

"You were a police officer AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?" Kirk asked.

"I was a detective in 2047 to 2051, not a police officer." Reaper said.

"No wonder you were so insistent that you speak with the officers." Kirk said

"I do not understand. Is that the only part you are furious about?" Dorian asked, confused.

Kirk stood up.

"You could have told me this earlier." Kirk said.

"That I could not. It was classified and no one outside of Star Fleet is supposed to know. We don't want another Hell Mary incident." Reaper said.

"Hell Mary of 2246 on Star Base 'Amsterdam'?" Spock asked.

Reaper nodded.

"I was there." Reaper said.

"What else are you hiding from us, Bones?" Kirk asked.

"That is it." Reaper said.

"Did you know my father?" Kirk asked.

There was a pause.

"Briefly," Reaper said. "He was a inspiring man, in some ways, I admired his optimism. Which was a lot like yours. He was the reason why I returned to Star Fleet Academy. The anniversary of his death. Chris found me sitting on the ledge of a building drowning out my sorrows. . . Jocelyn had taken my little girl in the divorce, so,my life was very shitty back then. This was the day before I met you. I was visiting Riverside for George's anniversary."

Kirk walked out.

"Reaper?" Dorian asked.

"He will get over it." Reaper said.

"Does this story have any relations to the USS Olduvai?" Spock asked.

"In case you see me in two months with blood in my face," Reaper said. "That is correct. If I do not come back, take care of the kid."

There was a slight frown on the Vulcan's face, momentarily,but replaced by the stoic expression.

"Negative," Spock said. "You have told us that you are immortal."

"Immortal has its limits." Dorian said, as Reaper stood there closing his eyes.

"But there are no limits." Spock said.

"He injected his sister with his blood," Dorian picked up the knife then put it into a cleaning dispensery. The table had cleaned itself automatically. "And she died in a explosion in 2160 in a controlled accident. Working with science was her passion and it killed her. There was a biological contagion that was set to killed a majority of the population. However, Samantha Grimm used her to life to prevent it from killing everyone. Her mistake was working with Klingons claiming to be humans who wanted it for the case of warfare but did not expect to become a biological contagion. She prevented the doctor from going in after her. Or, as well as he says, I prevented him. She had a program set to make sure he didn't follow after her when she went to her death and had it installed into my processor sometime in the time we knew each other. Tomorrow is the one hundredth anniversary since her death."

Spock looked over toward Reaper.

"I grieve with thee." Spock said.

Reaper's eyes opened.

"You better promise me to watch out for his back." Reaper said.

"My duty is to the crew and the captain." Spock said.

"Listen to me you pointy eared computer, a promise is a promise, because I won't always be there to patch him up!" Reaper gestured over toward the black synthetic android. "Nor will Dorian!"

"Promises cannot always be kept. It is illogical to keep a promise." Spock said.

"Then give your word." Dorian said.

"That is logical." Spock said.

"Then give me your word that I am gone, you will make sure the kid doesn't die. Just like you always do," Reaper said. "He is a Grimm. Not a red shirt."

"I give my word." Spock said, with a nod.

Reaper had a thankful expression on his face then he went out of the room.

"What would you like to know about McCoy that he has not told?" Dorian asked.

"Everything." Spock said.