A/N: So here we are. The epilogue. I would like to thank you all for your support and reviews. It was a very risky idea and I was really worried when I started this story so I'm happy you enjoyed it. I hope you like this little epilogue, too.

I don't own them.


"You know…" Benji started a bit awkwardly, feeling kind of guilty for some reason. "While I was… in a coma or… I don't know… I saw such bizarre things. Like the weirdest and craziest dreams ever".

"That's understandable," Jane replied as soothingly as she could. Ethan nodded, agreeing with her, but Brandt, still in bed, looked at the Englishman attentively, furrowing his brow. He noticed there was something slightly different bothering the former technician.

Benji shook his head.

"That's not the point," he said quietly. "It's that… in the past years I've seen so much crazy stuff that I find myself being able to believe any kind of madness. I sometimes wonder… What would it be like to have a normal life?" he looked at Ethan, who sighed.

"It didn't work well for me," he said in a low voice.

"Wait," Brandt raised his head, his gaze jumping from the team leader to the technician. "Are you saying you want to… retire?"

Benji didn't reply at once, making a pause that spoke volumes.

"Not right now," he said at last. "Maybe after the next mission… Come on guys, we can still be friends!" he added sheepishly, seeing the others' expressions.

"We will always be," Ethan assured him, putting a hand on his shoulder and offering him a smile. "I don't know if we can see each other that much but we'll stay close. Just in case".

Benji nodded. He knew it would be hard but he hadn't expected it to be this hard. But they would stay close. That much he knew for sure.


The ship was quiet, as everything and everyone was finally in peace. A few hours before it had been announced that Tokath had been located. Soon he would be caught to face the trial. And he did have quite a few questions to answer.

Scotty, as well as the meny other crewmen, was back to being fully capable and healthy. All was well. He was particularly curious to know more about Tokath, even wanted tp take part in his capture. Kirk completely understood that, even though he couldn't allow it.

Captain James T. Kirk was looking at the last sheet of paper from what was left of the diary.

It's my Birthday today. I don't know why but I kept thinking that would come back on this day. It doesn't even make any sense. Why would he? Maybe he is really dead...

The day went well, my friends gave me some great presents. Why do I feel so sad then? It's a bit silly. He's been gone for years. I should get used to thinking he's not coming back.

Anyway, I'm heading to bed now. Hopefully things will get better tomorrow.

Then there was one more paragraph scribbled in a rushed handwriting. Kirk had to narrow his eyes to make out the words.

I just got back up because the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs and Mum said there was something delivered for me. Some flowers. No card, no sender's address. Mum has no idea where they could come from. But I know. Now I know I've been right all this time. Those flowers are violets.

The last word was circled a few times. Those were the last remaining lines of the diary, as right after that the paper was torn.

The End