Title: Spock's Death
Time Setting: After Star Trek V
Rating: PG (just to be sure)
Codes: Kirk, Spock, McCoy
Summary: An ill and dying Spock arrives from the future at the age of 250 to die with his friends in the past.
Disclaimer: Star Trek and characters are Paramount's property, I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. Any original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
The year 2481.
Spock had his hands steepled in front of him as he tried to meditate. He contemplated his last voyage on a star ship. But this ship wasn't named the Enterprise it was named the James T. Kirk. He chuckled in amusement that his last voyage, and his voyage to find his friends was on a star ship named the James T. Kirk. The name of the captain of this ship escaped him at the moment. At the age of 250, Spock was facing his death and finding that his memory was failing him more and more often. Achieving a meditative state had become a challenge of late. Finally, he gave up and remembered his old friends and his days as the second in command of the original star ship Enterprise. He could feel the engines and he listened to the sounds that were distinctive to any star ship he had ever been on. A smile crossed his face with ease, smiling was something he did with satisfaction as he grew older.
Spock needed to reach the Guardian of Forever as soon as possible. Many months passed, before he came up with a research project that gained him approval for a visit to the planet of the Guardian of Forever. He needed to return to the past and it was the only way he saw of accomplishing the task at hand.
Spock wanted to die with his two closest friends, Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy. He had researched and determined the best time to return to the past was shortly after their encounter with his half-brother Sybok and the trip into the Great Barrier. When they returned to Earth, the Enterprise required several weeks of repair. Jim and Leonard stayed on Earth and he went on an ambassadorial mission for his father. Spock had wanted to stay on Earth but his father rarely asked for his help so he had agreed. Sarek's duties on Earth required his attendance, so he sent Spock to handle a mission off world. He had been pleased his father had obviously trusted his abilities in this matter. It would be the perfect time to return to Earth. There would be no chance of his running into himself and Jim and Leonard would be free for several weeks.
Spock leaned back in his chair. 'Am I being selfish? I am leaving my family so I can die with my friends in the past. Am I being cruel to Jim and Leonard? Should I make them live through my death again?' He sighed which was a very human habit he had picked up. 'I can always give them the choice.' Spock and his wife Saavik had discussed his decision many times. Saavik had served on the Enterprise and had worked with Jim's son David. She understood his friendship and his need to see them and to end his life with them. Their only argument occurred when he refused to allow anyone to accompany him. But, he finally convinced Saavik that he must take this journey alone. He had said his goodbyes to his children and grandchildren. 'Now, I have one task left. Convince the Guardian to let me travel to the past.'
Spock was pulled out of his thoughts when the door chimed. "Come," he answered and the door opened to Captain Nichols. 'Nichols, that was his name.' "How may I help you, Captain Nichols?"
"Ambassador Spock, would you be interested in taking a tour of the ship? It is the first of the new design. And, I believe my crew would be honored to meet you." Captain looked at Spock expectantly.
Spock was incredibly tired but hated to disappoint this crew of young people. They wanted to see a living legend. Spock laughed to himself. Jim had hated that term. "I would be honored to meet your crew, Captain." As they toured, Spock made an effort to tell stories of his adventures on the USS Enterprise and of its Captain, James T. Kirk. The crew hung onto his every word. He required a long rest to recover from the tour but he did not regret seeing this new ship and its crew. Spock rested as much as he could on the trip. He would need all his strength for the task to come.
When they arrived at the Guardian of Forever, Spock was the only one allowed to transport to the surface. The Guardian and the planet it resided on were closely guarded. There were force fields around the planet and unless you knew the codes you would never make it to the planet. No actual security personnel resided on the surface. Very few people even knew of its existence. Spock tried to say his good byes without letting Captain Nichols realize he did not plan to return to this ship alive. The James T. Kirk would continue on its patrol and come back in a few weeks to pick him up.
When the shimmering ceased, Spock stood in front of several barracks that housed the scientists who studied the Guardian. Charles Murray stepped forward. "Ambassador Spock, we are honored to have you here. To have one of the persons who discovered the Guardian of Forever actually here is more than an honor. We are excited to discuss your proposal for researching the Guardian." Mr. Murray continued to gush as he led Spock into the barracks. Spock found he simply had to respond with a yes or no occasionally to keep Mr. Murray happy. Spock joined them for dinner and retired early stating tiredness from the trip.
Spock lay on the bed and went over his plan to gain access to the Guardian. He would not get a second chance. The plan was basically very simple. He would wait until night and disable anybody who was awake and approach the Guardian with his request. Mr. Murray had given him a tour and had pointed out the alarms and security measures. It would be relatively easy to disable the alarms. His internal clock told him it was time to make his move. Grabbing his bag, he crept to the other room and disabled the alarms. He headed out the front door and started toward the Guardian. Only one scientist was on duty at the Guardian. The ruins were perfect for hiding his presence, and he easily worked his way behind the scientist. Moving up behind the man, he easily used the nerve pinch and eased him to the ground.
The past was within his reach. Now his plan depended on the Guardian agreeing to his request. "Guardian, can you help me return to the past?"
"A question. I can help you in your journey. You have returned to the past through my portal, before. You are from two worlds, which world do you wish to return to?"
"I wish to return to the world of my mother's people in the area known as San Francisco. But, I have one question?"
"A question, proceed."
"I will die soon. If I go into the past, can you retrieve me upon my death?" Spock waited hoping the Guardian would give him the answer he sought.
The Guardian finally responded, "yes, what you request is possible."
"Is there a certain location I will need to be in to be retrieved?"
"I can find you. No matter where you are in the past, I can retrieve you."
The Guardian began to replay the Earth's past. Spock used his tricorder to determine the right time to step through. Fortunately, over the past two centuries the technology had improved. He was confident he could step through within a day or possibly within hours of the time he wanted to arrive in San Francisco. Grabbing his bag, he counted down. "Five, four, three, two and one." And, Spock jumped through the gate.
The year 2289
When Spock arrived on the other side, he was pleased he had arrived at night and in a park. No one seemed to be around. He had purposely worn clothing that would not be noticed in this era. After pulling a Vulcan robe out of his bag and putting it on; he headed to the park entrance. From past visits, he was very familiar with San Francisco. Once he reached the entrance, he got his bearings and started walking toward Jim Kirk's apartment. Spotting a public news booth, he stopped and checked the date. He had arrived on the date he had sought. The Spock of this era had been gone for over a week and Jim should be at home.
He was becoming weary from the long trek to Jim's apartment. Accessing his credits and hiring transportation was out of question, as he did not want to leave a trail of his presence on Earth when he was suppose to be off world. 'Finally.' Spock stood in front of the building and paused to catch his breath. 'Have I made a mistake? Will Jim and Leonard resent my intrusion in their lives? Too late to second guess myself.' Spock headed up the elevator. His steps slowed as he approached the door.
"Well Bones, how was your day? Did the repair crews mess up your sickbay?" Jim knew that would push Bones' buttons.
"Those idiot engineers, just because we are in space dock they think they can come in and redesign everything. You just get everything working the way it should and they come in and change it. They should try and work with this equipment when it changes every other week." Bones was interrupted in his tirade by the door chime.
"I wonder who that is? Hold that thought," Jim said as he headed for the door. He opened the door and saw a figure that looked like Spock but with the hood up he couldn't tell. "Spock?" 'It couldn't be Spock as he's off world.' " . . . Sarek?"
Spock pulled the hood down. "Jim!"
"Spock! When did you get back? . . . What happened to you? Bones!" It was obvious something was wrong with Spock as he looked older than his father. His face was lined with age, his hair was solid white and his shoulders were slightly bent.
"My God, Spock, what happened to you?" Bones came forward with a look of great concern. He often tormented Spock, and to others it might appear he disliked Spock. But he cared very much about his comrade and friend.
Spock swayed and Jim and Leonard rushed toward him. "Let me sit down and I will explain." Jim and Bones each grabbed an arm and helped him toward a chair.
Jim suddenly let go of Spock like he had been burned. Bones looked at him in surprise. "What's wrong, Jim? You look like you've seen a ghost. Get over here and help me."
"It's not our Spock. Who are you?" Jim backed up a couple more steps.
"Jim, what are you talking about? Spock? What is going on?" Bones was totally confused as he helped Spock to a chair.
"I can explain, Jim, if you give me a chance." Spock suspected he knew why Jim had reacted to touching him.
"This isn't Spock. When Spock is near, I feel our t'hy'la link. If I touch him, the link is much stronger. I felt nothing when I touched you. Who are you?" Jim was becoming angry that someone might be impersonating his friend. Bones was astounded and looked at Spock suspiciously.
"Let me explain, Jim. I am Spock but I have come to you from the year 2481. You do not feel the link because it was broken at your . . . death? I am 250 years old and the last of the original Enterprise crew still alive." He did not want to talk about their deaths as he could not give them any clues about their future. He noticed Bones pulling out a medical scanner and stepping behind him. "Leonard, it is not necessary to scan me. I can tell you what it will say. But, the bottom line is I will die soon."
"Jim, from what I can read with the scanner this is Spock. And, I would agree he is about 250 years old and . . . dying."
"Spock? Is this true? Why have you come here?" Jim's voice expressed his concern as he sat in a chair across from him.
"I have come to die with my friends. I have lived a full life and I am ready to die but I wish to die here with you and Leonard." Bones looked surprised by that speech. "Are you surprised to hear me speak of friendship, Leonard? I have learned a few things in my 250 years." Spock smiled causing Bones and Jim to look at each other in disbelief.
Spock leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. The meeting with his friends was more tiring than he had anticipated. Exhaustion overwhelmed him and he was barely able to continue. He heard Leonard's medical scanner again.
"Jim, this conversation is going to have to wait. Spock needs to rest." Bones looked up from his scanner with worry etched on his face.
"Bones, lets help him to the guest room." This time Jim was prepared and did not pull away from touching Spock. They helped Spock on the bed and he appeared to be asleep the minute his head hit the pillow. Bones checked him with the medical scanner one more time and pulled a blanket over Spock's still form. Jim walked over to the room's environmental controls and turned the temperature up. They left him to rest and returned to the main room.
"Jim, do you still have some of that Romulan ale left? I think I could use a drink." Bones sat down trying to sort out what was going on.
"I think so, Bones." Jim rummaged through his liquor cabinet and finally pulled out a bottle of blue liquid. "Here it is. I think I could use a belt, too." He pulled out two glasses and poured the liquid in the glasses. "Do you believe this story?," Jim said as he handed Bones a glass. Sitting down across from Bones, he asked, "Is it really Spock?"
"I don't know about the story but the scanner indicates some human factors. How many half human Vulcans do you know?"
Jim swirled the liquid in his glass and stared at it as he thought over Bones' comments. "If, his story is true. Then, he is dying." Jim had lived through Spock's death and rebirth once before. Could he do this for his friend? How would it be to outlive all your friends to be the last one? Did Spock have a family? He had so many questions for Spock.
Bones could see the wheels turning in Jim's head. "C'mon, Jim, tell me what you are thinking." Bones was worried about his friend. He, Spock and a few of the other original Enterprise crew members were the only family Jim had except for his nephew, Peter Kirk. But, he did not get to see Peter very often. In fact, those with family often felt closer to their ship mates.
"I can't let Spock down. If, he is here wanting to die close to friends then we need to help him." Jim and Bones continued to talk until late in the night. Jim offered Bones his bed and said he would take the couch but in the end they both fell to sleep where they were.
In Jim's dream, he was back on the Enterprise. Khan had just activated the Genesis wave. The warp drive was not working and suddenly it was fixed. Everything would be okay. Bones called him to Engineering. He turned and noticed that Spock was missing. 'Oh God, not Spock, it couldn't be Spock.' His heart was in his throat as he ran to Engineering. When he arrived and saw Spock, he stopped thinking and only reacted. His first impulse was to rush into the room and pull Spock out. Bones and Scotty stopped him and he realized there was nothing he could do. Spock was dying! Spock was dead! Spock had been my friend and always would be my friend.
Jim and Bones were wakened by the com unit beeping insistently. Jim stirred and tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. The dream unnerved him more than he cared to admit. He hadn't had a dream about Spock's death in many years.
"Are you going to answer that? I'm trying to sleep over here." With Bones comments, Jim was able to shake off the dream and clear the fog out of his head.
"Give me a second. I'm getting it." Jim pushed himself out of his chair and headed to his com unit. He saw he had an incoming call from Spock. "Bones, it's Spock!"
Bones quickly got up and came over to the desk. He stayed out of visual range of the Com unit. "You had better take the call, Jim. Be careful what you say."
Jim nodded and switched on the unit and accepted the call. "Spock, what's up? Is there something wrong?" Jim decided the best defense was a good offense.
"Jim, I called to check to see if there was anything wrong with you. I sensed something was amiss. Are you ill? Has something happened?" For Spock, he looked concerned. Only a Vulcan or Jim would notice the lapse of control Spock was exhibiting.
Jim hated to lie to his friend, but couldn't tell him the truth. "I'm fine."
Spock gave him the look he usually gave his friend when he knew he was lying. Bones realized Spock wasn't believing Jim and decided to jump in. "Hey, Spock, isn't this a very expensive call."
Spock raised his eyebrow upon seeing Dr. McCoy. "Dr. McCoy, isn't it rather late by Earth standard time?"
"Yes, Mother, but I'll go to bed soon. Nothing's wrong Spock. Jim and I just had a late evening of reminiscing."
Jim picked up on this train of thought. "Bones is right and I guess we both fell asleep."
"Are you sure nothing is wrong? I picked up an impression of deep upset coming from you, Jim." Spock was not going to be put off so easily.
"Well, I had a dream I hadn't had in a long time. . . . I was dreaming about your death. That must have been what you picked up on. I think Bones and I did a little too much reminiscing tonight with Romulan ale on top of it." Jim looked at Bones and tried not to look guilty. Jim hated to tell Spock about his dream but it wasn't likely he would believe anything else.
Spock's face again betrayed his feelings. When Spock had found out about Jim's nightmares, he had encouraged Jim to let himself or a Vulcan Healer stop the nightmares all together. But, Jim had refused and the dreams had eventually stopped. "My apologies for being the cause of your discomfort."
"Spock, it is just a dream. Don't worry about it. It fades as soon as you wake up. I know you offered to stop the dreams but this is the first time I've had this nightmare in a long time." Time to change the subject. "How's your mission going?"
"As anticipated, it will take many weeks of negotiations to get both sides to agree to a treaty. Dr. McCoy if I am needed on Earth, you will let me know."
Bones understood that Spock still did not fully believe their story and he was not making a request but issuing an order. "Don't worry, Spock, everything is okay. You better hang up or you'll have to hawk that Vulcan harp of yours to pay for this call."
"Very well, good night Jim, Dr. McCoy. I will talk to you, soon. Call if you need anything." Bones and Jim watched Spock's face fade.
"I'm already changing the past. I should not have come here. I am a foolish old man. I'll leave here and I will not interact with anyone I know until my death." Bones and Jim turned to see Spock leaning on the door frame. He obviously had been listening to the conversation.
"Spock, you need to be in bed." Bones rushed to Spock's side and found it very easy to move him back to the bed. He was shocked at how frail Spock seemed.
Jim pulled a chair up to the bed. "What do you mean you will go off until your death? Can't the Guardian take you back to your time?"
Bones was using his medical scanner again. "Jim, Spock needs to rest. This can wait until tomorrow."
Spock waved Bones off. "Leonard, I need to explain, now. I made arrangements with the Guardian to be pulled back when I die. If, I go off on my own, I will not change history. And, when I die, the Guardian will pull me back to my time." Spock closed his eyes in exhaustion.
"Spock, there is no way we are going to let you die by yourself. This is not the time for recriminations. So, your younger self thinks there is something wrong. We won't be telling you, him anything. Well, you know what I mean. Worrying that I'm up to something was your full time job when you were younger. This doesn't mean you have changed history." Spock nodded but didn't open his eyes. Jim was not about to let Spock go off on his own and would help him anyway he could. He would just have to deal with watching Spock die again.
"Let's go, Jim. He's asleep again. Besides, it's too bloody hot in here and I'm starting to sweat buckets." Bones and Jim left the room and decided to call it a night. Finally, the apartment was quiet except for the snores of Bones.
Spock sat at his desk on Alpha IV. He should be reviewing the latest reports from the negotiations but he couldn't concentrate. Something was going on with Jim. He sensed extreme emotions from him, almost as if some major trauma had occurred. 'But, Dr. McCoy had been there and he didn't act as if there was a problem. Jim did appear to be physically okay, but still looked uncomfortable about something. Was he telling the truth? Was it just the nightmare he had?' Spock needed to know what was happening back on Earth. Making a decision, he touched a button on the communication unit. "T'Val, please come in." Waiting impatiently for T'Val to arrive, he tried to calm any outward signs of impatience.
T'Val entered the office and waited for orders. "T'Val, I want you to contact Ambassador Sarek when it is 0600 Earth standard time. I need to speak to him as soon as possible."
"Captain Spock, we are scheduled to communicate with the Vulcan embassy after our last meeting today." T'Val was confused by his orders.
"This is a family matter. Place the call as instructed and notify me when it is ready." Spock waited for T'Val's response.
"Of course, Captain Spock." T'Val answered and left the room.
Spock knew he had a couple of hours before the call would be made. He forced himself to concentrate on his work, but the sense that Jim was troubled about something continued to nag at him. Time dragged as Spock waited. Finally, T'Val informed him the call had come through and Ambassador Sarek was on the link.
"Greetings, Father." Spock was worried his Father would refuse his request, but successfully hid his concern.
"Spock, is there a problem with the negotiations that I'm not aware of? We were scheduled to communicate later today." Sarek looked at Spock and tried to determine why he had called.
"Father, I am calling to ask a favor of a personal nature. You are aware of the t'hy'la link I share with Jim Kirk." Sarek nodded. "I sensed distress through the link. I have contacted Jim and he denies any problems. Nevertheless, I am convinced something is wrong with him."
"Such a link never lies. I would agree with your assessment. What do you require of me, Spock?" Sarek was aware of how rare a t'hy'la link was, and especially between a Vulcan and a human. Vulcans honored such links, and Sarek held a deep respect for Kirk. Since Jim Kirk had put his career on the line to save Spock, Sarek would do as much for Kirk as he would his own son.
"If you could fit it into your schedule, I would ask that you pay a visit to Jim and check to see if he is in trouble and let me know." Spock was pleasantly surprised that his father took his concerns seriously without a lecture on human emotions.
"I will visit James Kirk at my earliest opportunity and let you know if all is well. Is there anything else I can do for you at this time, my son?"
"Give my greetings to Mother. And, Father, it is most kind of you to help me in this matter." Spock was relieved that Sarek would be checking on Jim for him.
"You are my son. It is my duty to assist you in this situation. I will pass on your greetings to your Mother. We will talk later. Goodbye, Spock."
"Goodbye, Father." Spock leaned back in his chair after the link was severed and relaxed knowing his Father would follow through in this matter.
"Sarek, is something wrong?" Amanda entered Sarek's office in her dressing gown.
"Spock needs my assistance in a matter involving James Kirk." Sarek looked as concerned as any Vulcan could look.
Amanda had lived with Vulcans long enough to see his distress. "Is something wrong with Jim?" Over the years Amanda and Sarek had come to know Spock's friends extremely well. They both had developed a fondness for them. Amanda had been pleased that Spock had such friends to depend on.
"Spock is sensing a problem with James Kirk through his t'hy'la link. Spock contacted him last night but he denies any problem. But the link never lies. I will make a visit this morning to determine if Spock's assessment of the situation is correct." Sarek moved around the desk and touched fingers with Amanda.
"I am glad you and Spock are able to communicate more easily. This pleases me more than you know, my Husband." Amanda leaned in and Sarek hugged her.
"My Wife, it is my duty to our son." Sarek held Amanda and enjoyed their closeness.
"Of course, my Husband." Amanda tried to control her emotions around other Vulcans but she gave Sarek a stunning smile.
Sarek returned a hint of a smile and leaned down and gave Amanda a passionate kiss followed by a whispered, "I love you." This was not a normal activity for a Vulcan male but Amanda preferred the outward show of affection and Sarek had come to enjoy the closeness as well. They never displayed such intimacy when others were present. Sarek found that hugging and kissing Amanda only increased the feelings of love and passion he felt from her and for her. All Vulcans have those feelings but they simply chose to suppress those emotions. Sarek had chosen to allow these emotions with Amanda. Amanda wished that Sarek could display a fraction of these emotions with Spock. She often thought about telling Spock but knew she could not interfere in Sarek and Spock's relationship. That was not the Vulcan way.