"How did you deal with the loss of Kirk?"

"I . . . I grieved and I moved on."

"You . . . moved on?

"It is what Jim would have wanted."

"How. . . How did you move on?"

The Ambassador's eyes met his counterpart.

"Jim is always with me . . . in my heart. I can feel him wherever I go."


"Spock, this planet. . ." Bones said. "It is where Jim's torpedo landed."

"I would like to visit it." Spock said, watching the planet from the screen.

There was a pause between the two.

"Captain, this planet has never been documented," Bones said. "And I am going to make sure you come back alive."

"I rather go alone, Doctor McCoy," Spock said, his hands behind his back. "Jim. . ."

Spock could feel that broken bond yet he had carefully shielded himself after the death of Kirk, mentally, shortly after the crash. The only body that survived was half of Kirk. His legs were not there. His sides to the torso were there. His thighs were there. He lacked his arms. Spock could remember Kirk's ears had been burned off due to the explosion. He had requested to be alone with the body in the morgue. Spock's fingers went through the captain's blonde hair. He couldn't feel life inside his mind. Tears had gone down the Vulcan's face. He kissed the intact forehead of his former captain.

Spock had a deep desire to kill someone.

Or rather, have sex with them.

Spock would only have sex with one person.

James Tiberius Kirk.

"Jim's there and he always will be there," Bones said. "You are here and he is not. I believe Jim would want to make sure you don't kill yourself to a undocumented planet!"

Spock coldly looked in the direction of Bones.

"I feel much closer to Jim then anywhere in the past year," Spock said. "Doctor. . . I appreciate your concern."

Spock had been able to hide the effects of Pon farr for the past three days.

Spock would rather die than have sex with someone who was not his mate.

Perhaps Spock would join Kirk in death.

"I miss him, too." Bones said.

Spock left the observation room.