Watchers
The watchers sat in their cave, knees touching and hands linked in the darkness of the cave. Golden eyes stared into space and time and souls and the watchers watched.
They watched the first touch, the first words, the first kiss. They watched the final breaths. They watched the anger, the love, the hate, the sorrow, the longing. They watched the beginning and the end, and they waited, and they knew.
Knew that the captain had found his way, will find his way, has found his way. It had taken, will take, years, seconds, eons. Time held no meaning for they who watched, for they have seen all that has passed and all that will. It was only a matter of waiting.
Waiting for the day that Jim Kirk would be a great man.
A/N: A little short something to wrap it all up. And now, it really is the end. Hope you've enjoyed the romp and that you'll tune in for more to come! Sayonara, ciao, goodbye and farewell. See you on the other side, folks.