"Wake up, John." Samantha's voice came.

John turned covering the backside of his head.

"Go away." John said.

Samantha rolled her eyes.

"It is eight thirty-three in the morning." Samantha said.

"WHAT?" John bolted from bed.

"Oh look you-" Samantha stopped. "Your leg. It's back." John fell back into bed. "John, what happened to your synthetic one?"

"The kka'ej transported it away." John said.

"The what?" Samantha repeated.

"The bracelet entity. Turns out it's a godly figure named after their Jesus figure who wore this bracelet on his right wrist all the time," John said. "Son of the virgin Ma'rie and their god. She was a virgin, by the way." He leaned upward "She was their revered mother. KKa'ej doesn't have a face, apparently, in his godly form. So I was told by a fourteen year old on Kerherzia. It's on my report."

Samantha brought the wheelchair over to the bed.

"I wasn't aware gods could take on entity forms." Samantha said

"But he was not a god," John said. "He was some entity."

"He nearly choked me to death." Samantha said. "And he transported you."

"I honestly think he is not a god but a entity of time," John said. "A third concerned party tryin' to keep his distance. And he had to do what had to be done. He didn't transport you because you were a nurse not a doctor and I think he somehow knew that," Samantha got him some civvies from his drawer. "Sam, I am on duty."

"No, silly," Samantha said. "Dorian is on duty. You are currently off duty until you can walk again."

John sighed.

"Good god." John said.

"Your dermal layer healed itself but the bones in the spine were considered to be capable of healing themselves," Samantha said. "Since you are healing." She closed the drawer. "I don't know why Dorian gave you four days because with a injury like that? Before I saw your leg healed, I thought it would take a hundred years for you to be able to walk."

"C-24 is takin' care of that." John wheeled into the bathroom where he could see the sonic shower had been readjusted into a sonic tub. He turned himself halfway in the bathroom. "Sam, this addition isn't permanent. . . RIGHT?"

". . . Let's take a rain check." Samantha said.

"SAM!" John shouted.

"At least you got a tub!" Samantha said.

"That is no way for someone with C-24 to live in." John said.

Samantha came in with her hair up in a pony tail then slid his communicator into the right pant pocket.

"Nice hair cut." John said.

"Thanks!" Samantha said. "Scle'ion gave me the hair cut." She patted at the side.

"It looks good on you." John added. "Did you do it for Nyota?"

"Me?" She put one hand on her chest, dramatically. "No."

John rolled an eye.

"Don't have to lie me about looking good for someone else," John said. "You are talking to the man who did the exact same thin' after the divorce."

The hair style was not heavy as it had been during the academy. She had cut it before they returned to the Enterprise. The 1960's beehive cut didn't feel space travel worthy for the two of them. And Roger Korby, partially, was the reason why Samantha was determined to return to space. He was a professor who was lobby star fleet to lead an expedition to the planet Exo III. She wanted to be there when he got it. To be part of the celebration, honestly, and to get herself transferred to that expedition as soon as possible. John knew that she was in a relationship with her professor and he disapproved of it because 1, she is older than him. 2, HE IS HER DAMN PROFESSOR. 3,THIS IS HIS SISTER. And four, he is not okay with her dating a professor.

"The last time time you said that, I was shipping off to become a space pirate." Samantha said. "Which was a genius way to spend my immortality."

"No, it wasn't," John said. "And I recall you came back cryin'."

"I came back crying because I lost my ship to Star Fleet." Samantha said.

"And you were in shackles!" John said.

"Hey, it is not my fault my crew decided to kill people. I was doing research for how a crew could live with someone who is a immortal and not now about it," Samantha said. "The research paid off in the end."

"I had to break you out of it." John said.

"Do you need help getting undressed?" Samantha said. "And that was a one time thing."

"I got myself into them, I can get myself out of them." John said, then slid his shirt off. "Go take a shower, Sam."

"Go take a shower, Sam." Samantha repeated. "You sound like Dad." She rolled an eye. "Guess what? I took mine all ready."

"Dad was the one who woke you up every day, not me." John moved himself onto the toilet then tossed the shirt to Samantha.

"You overslept," Samantha said. "And Mom had to wake you up."

"I get that from Mom." John admitted. "Dad told me when we were camping on Mars. When they weren't bein' scientists."

Samantha smiled at the fond memory.

"Yes, you did." Samantha said. "And it is six fifteen."

"Damn it, Sam!" John said. "You could have let me sleep in."

"Then what would the point of my existence be without bothering you?" Samantha asked, sarcastically. "I cannot allow you sleep the day away." John had unzipped his pants and was having difficulty sliding it off. "Let me help you."

"I can do it," John said. "I don't need help."

"Uh huh," Samantha said, not convinced. "That's what my crew said before they were rebelled against me."

"Really?" John said. "The dissertation said it was 'Screw you'."

"That, too." Samantha said. She came over to his side then slowly slid the pants forward as he slid them down. She raised his leg up pulling the flannel pantleg forward. She was part of The Stubborn Eight. Legendary pirating group who smuggled and raided. The ones who raided starships, took their supplies of phasers, uniforms, pants, equipment,and needles and engineering equipment. She came across Captain Archer once during the Romulan War. Some say that being a space pirate is a earth bound career and that just confused John. They had to be nuts. It wasn't even planet side! "Remember how Mom was when it came to getting around after she sprained her ankle?"

"Yes," John said. "She was quite stubborn on hoppin' without help from Dad."

"And how he had to help her, anyway." Samantha said.

John smiled at the memory.

"How do you break up with a man like Jim Kirk?" John asked.

"Go somewhere private and tell him the truth." Samantha said.

"I can't do that." John said, with a frown.

"Your wedding vows, duh." Samantha said

"Ooh. OH." John said. "But that is like tellin' him down if he wants to marry me." He looked down with hands clasped together. "Which I doubt it."

"John, you seriously have forgotten how intimate and close you have become to Jim?" Samantha asked, with a incredoulus expression on her face.

"No." John said.

"Look, little brother," Samantha said, as she slid off the pants. "He is going to ask."

"After what happened yesterday?" John asked.

"Time is short and I think he knows that." Samantha said, as she noticed that he hadn't bothered to put on brief's last night. "You must have been tired than I thought last night." She slipped off his gray socks then put them into the pile of clothing she had gathered and moved them away from the tub. "Do you want help getting into the tub?"

"I can do it myself." John said.

"You have to say one word." Samantha said.

"I am not going to say it." John refused.

"John." Samantha said. "Immortal or not, you need help getting in to the tub." She had her hands on her hips and glared back at him. "But . . ." She slowly took out her communicator. "I can call the captain down."

"No!" John shouted. "I am sorry sis, but no!"

She took out a small padd.

"There's a message for you from Admiral Tucker." Samantha said. "I will read it to you when you are in the tub. With my help." She placed it onto the counter then picked her brother up in both arms. She grinned."You haven't changed a bit since Jocelyn threw you out like a clean bone."'

"Sam!" John said, with a unpleased expression on his face. "Put me into the tub!"

Samantha laughed then placed John into the tub. The tub slowly began to fill.

"Admiral reading time!" Samantha said, in glee as she picked up the padd.

John sighed, in relief, feeling the brush of the jetting water around his body save for his lower limbs.

Dear Mr McCoy:

We have recently found and destroyed your synthetic leg in the Olduvai facility.

John looked up, in alarm.

We have sealed the death trap off, so that no one or nothing can enter. The place has been thoroughly searched, categorized, and the remains have been appropriated. The bones have been sent to a museum. The sewers below were emptied out. We have confirmation that a group, known as the Rapid Response Tactical Squad, died. All of the bodies have been accounted for. We are in the progress of building domes on the planet for colonies to live and have patches of earth like environments under these domes. We will not make the mistake of Olduvia. If you would like to get a new leg not through the proper channels then please contact my good friend, of the medical track, Admiral Phlox.

Sincerely,

Admiral Tucker.

"They got my blood. They got my blood." John said.

"Now, he said they will not make the mistake." Samantha said.

"How can you believe that?" John asked. "They are going to get the 24th chromosome and unleash hell. It will happens. It always happens. It starts out as natural curiosity and then it ends up here!" He gestured toward the tub. "I don't doubt their intentions."

"But you doubt the mad scientist part of star fleet." Samantha said.

"Yes," John said. "Such as a person like you."

"I get you don't want anyone to be doomed because of C-24 but they won't." Samantha said. "Trust them."

"That is hard to do." John said.

"Look," Samantha said. "If you like, we can have Dorian destroy all the evidence online if he sees they are looking into it." She placed the padd onto the side of the table. "He must have some knowledge on how to make a virus that self destructs a entire system worth of data."

There was a long pause.

"Actually." John said, head turned toward her direction. "He does."