Title: Missing Author: Jazz Man Rating: PG Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything. Summary: A conversation between Spock and McCoy after ST III: The Search for Spock. Nikita and I seem to be working in a curious tandem. Follows on, sort of, from 'Conclusions and Proposals' and 'Now You're Gone'.
Missing Jazz Man
I was happy to let the others crowd round you when you first came back to us. I thought there would be time enough for us later and, yeah, I was tired. You know I love you, Spock, but having your Katra inside my head was an experience I have no wish to repeat. I like being illogical. If I wasn't an illogical, emotionally driven man we wouldn't be an us. They wished you away pretty damn quick, but you came back. You boarded the Klingon monstrosity and found me, I was hiding in the cabin I'd taken as mine. As you stood before me, I knew something was wrong.
"Doctor McCoy," you said hesitantly. Bingo. We were alone; you never called me that when we were alone, not unless we'd had an argument.
"You used to call me Len."
"I do not remember."
I sat down on the hard Klingon bunk and looked up at you. I didn't know what to say.
"You carried my Katra. Why did I entrust it to you?"
You expect me to answer that without taking all day? "I was there," I said, going for the easy option.
"Was not Mr Scott also there? And was he not unconscious?" You looked as confused as I have ever seen you.
"Yes, he was, but you knew I would stop you unless you did something about it." I smiled, "It was all perfectly logical."
You paused, trying to find the words for whatever it was you were going to say. "I know that you were important to me, but I do not know why. The memories are gone. Can you help me remember?"
I hate that word. Remember. So I remember everything and you remember nothing. Not the best grounding for a relationship. I looked across at you, or rather the new you. You didn't understand, and it wasn't your fault. I couldn't take it out on you. "I'll try," I said, struggling to keep the emotion out of my voice.
Dammit, Spock, when they put you back together they were missing some of the pieces. You know what? They left the best part out. The left the best part out and I don't know if I can put you back together again.
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