A young David Kirk is seen at a bar twirling a pen on the counter on a bar stool. There were some Klingons in the room mixed with human beings sharing drinks, getting along, far from the sulking boy. David leaned up looking up toward the bartender, a Vulcan no less, glaring down at the boy. It wasn't more of a glare since the bar tender is emotionless (Or at least he claims to be emotionless, he has kicked out several underage drinkers and shouted at them for being illogical while they skimpered away).

"Hello, kid." Came a voice to his side sitting down alongside him.

David looked over in the direction of the man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties.

"Uh, do I know you?"

"My great-grandfather knew your great-grandfather."

David raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, sure." He reached his hand out for a glass handed to him by the Vulcan then he took a sip and he spat it out. "What the hell is this? Orange juice?"

David glared in the direction of the Vulcan Bartender.

"Logically. You are underage." The Vulcan Bartender said.

"But I am twenty!" David said.

"You are not twenty-one." The Vulcan Bartender said.

"Damn you Vulcans." David said.

"Actually, I used to be that way not too long ago about them. My name is Leonard McCoy, Junior."

David turned his head in the direction of the older man.

"Wait, your great-grandfather is that man?" David asked.

McCoy nodded.

"Hell yes." McCoy said.

"Oh my god, he is legendary. My dad told me stories about how granddad would go with grandpa to save the universe and the world namely from a probe that spoke whale, a omnipotent entity who tried to trick the ambassador to turning everyone into frogs but they intervened, and the time they rescued Henry Mudd and a bunch of other people from a starship that was set to explode with Ambassadors." A very un-Vulcan smile grew on the Vulcan's face listening to the notable mentions. "Oh, and that one time they went into the alternate universe to get back what they had lost being Captain Pavel Chekov from being killed by a guy named Khan Noonien Singh. That other time where they rescued a race of space jellyfish with the Enterprise D crew from becoming energy slaves in some time constrictive pathway. I think they did this through a wormhole. There was this other time where they fought space pirates with light sabers! My great-grandfather was especially skilled in something called-"

"The force." McCoy said.

David snapped his fingers.

"Yes, that!" David said. "They claimed he was a Jedi Knight but it turned out that his friend Spock was the one skilled in the force and had let everyone think it was my great-grandfather." He shook his head with a laugh. "That was the best bed time story my mother told me about grandpa." He had a sad sigh. "Too bad he died in the attack Locutus staged." He took a sip from the drink then lowered it. "I never got to meet him. He was busy exploring space with your great-grandfather while my mother was growing up."

"My great-grandfather was there when he died," McCoy said. "I heard he died a happy man."

"Doing what he loved." David said.

"Healing people." McCoy said.

"Exploring." David said.

"Is it me or did he just go to make sure your great-grandfather didn't get himself killed?" McCoy asked.

"Seems like it." David said.

"Wasn't your mother a Klingon?" McCoy said. "You look so well blended between human and Klingon for a hybrid."

David had a short lived smile.

"I took a human name when I was eighteen," David said. "Swarlth is too. . . alien." He rolled an eye. "I have a small forehead crest and I have been told I resemble my great-grandfather."

"Have you considered joinin' Star Fleet?" McCoy said.

"I don't know about that," David said. "My father is a respective engineer and my mother is a respective Klingon Admiral. . ." He looked over toward the man. "I mean space is a wonderful thing. But I am afraid I will screw up royally and will not be the great grandson that James T. Kirk would be proud of."

McCoy raised an eyebrow.

"You are concerned about your great-grandfather's thoughts on you?" McCoy asked.

"Yes." David said.

"Listen, kid," McCoy said. "Where you belong is on a starship. Just because your parents did somethin' great does not mean you can't do it better." He frowned. "In fact I am challengin' you to do better than him!" The Vulcan bartender came back handing McCoy a glass of bourbon. McCoy took a sip and put the glass down. "In four years, the Enterprise, no letters, no number, is goin' deeper into the Delta Quadrant than the Voyager did. The brightest minds are goin' there! And I expect you to go where no Kirk has gone before. Your great-grandfather and my great-grandfather never went that far makin' new first contacts. I am on shore leave right now as a lieutenant. I am working my way to getting on that ship. Because that is where I belon'. It has been too long since a McCoy has been aboard a Enterprise. Too long since a Kirk hasn't been on a Enterprise. Have a McCoy and Kirk on the newest Enterprise model? Then the voyage is set to go. A ten year mission. Where no man has gone before."

"I will gladly take that challenge," David said. "Long as there is no Vulcans."

"You obviously cannot avoid a race that has been around for the past one thousand years." The Vulcan Bartender said.

"I can promise you this Vulcan won't be the one assigned to the starship." McCoy said.

"I accept your challenge." David got up with a determined look on his face then exited the room.

"You cannot keep promises, Leonard." The Vulcan bartender looked down upon the human.

"Sssh, he doesn't know that." McCoy said, shaking his hand, then took a sip from the glass.

"He reminds me a lot like Jim." The Vulcan bartender said.

McCoy put the glass down.

"The similarities are striking," McCoy said. "With those blue eyes of his."

"Who else will be assigned to the starship?" The Vulcan bartender poured a drink for a Deltan.

"I don't know," McCoy said. "I have no idea, Spock," He shook his head. "I don't want to know."

"That would be called deception indicating that he will get on board the Enterprise," The Vulcan bartender said. "And luring him into a career that might not be the one he would want."

"I accept those risks when I came here," McCoy said. "The recruitment shuttle is goin' to leave off today to the academy. Somethin' big will have to happen to make him a captain, big enough like Nero or a omnipotent entity makin' himself known at some cost to Star Fleet. Anythin' really to get him into the captain's chair. There is no doubt in my mind he will be given the chair after takin' the Kathryn Tuvok test."

The Vulcan nodded.

"I miss the golden days." The Vulcan bartender said.

"I do too." McCoy said.

The Vulcan bartender looked up in the direction of McCoy.

"What was Jim's last words before he died?" The Vulcan bartender asked.

A question he had never asked the doctor for the past forty years.

"Make sure Spock doesn't go on a rampage, Bones. Goodbye." McCoy said.

The Vulcan briefly closed his eyes, putting one hand on the counter and made the intents of his fingers.

"At least we're luckier than your counterpart," McCoy said. "God rest his soul. He did the sacrifice of saving Romulus with his life. I never thought Nero would come out like that in the wormhole." The Vulcan bartender looked in the direction of the doctor. "I offered to do it for him. He flatly refused."

"It seems he refused both our offers." The Vulcan bartender said, in a low voice.

"At least he lived long and prospered." McCoy said.

"Perhaps he still does." The Vulcan bartender said.

McCoy met the Vulcan bartender's eyes.

"Star Fleet would gladly reinstate your commission, Spock." McCoy took the Vulcan's hand and squeezed it.

"I will consider it." The Vulcan bartender said.

"Uhura would have wanted you to continue being you," McCoy let go. "Not a nameless Vulcan Bartender. I understand your heart was broken and all that after her death . . . " He got up from the bar stool then took a sip of the bourbon from the glass. "But for being a immortal. . . You never quite get over a death like that."

"Then how are you still serving?" The Vulcan bartender asked.

"It is what Samantha would have wanted," McCoy said. "One day, the universe will have to let me die. That's the day I look forward to every morning."

McCoy slid forward the glass leaving a salt shaker version of the Enterprise on the table then walked away. The Vulcan bartender felt nostalgia looking down upon the beaten up salt shaker that was modified and upgraded of the Enterprise that was still in construction. It was slated to be completed in the near future after four years. He looked over to see two underage girls coming in with boys.

Illogical.

. . .Four years later. . .

. . .Enterprise. . .

"My name is Spock." Spock said.

"Like the Vulcan?" David asked.

"Affirmative," Spock said. "Like the Vulcan. Permission to come aboard, captain?"

"Permission granted." David said, greeting the man coming off the transporter padd.

Spock had undergone genetic surgery to hide the fact that he was a Vulcan namely being the eyebrows and the ears. He had bushy eyebrows by now that didn't go upwards. He was the science officer assigned to the ship. The first officer was George Michell. Chief Medical Officer was Leonard Horatio McCoy, Junior. The communications officer was Lieutenant James Watten. Navigator was Whitney Stronghurst and the helmsmen was Jacklyn Sulu. So many things had changed in Star Fleet over the recent hundred years namely being the bridge on various starships. But the thankful part for Spock was that they made this reborn version of the Enterprise a Constitution class. He felt like time had frozen, right to the second, upon getting off the transporter padd. The Lieutenant Commander, in charge of the transporter and engines, were Sarah Scotts who looked up with a cheesy smile and a little monkey on her shoulder wearing a matching red shirt.

"Welcome to the Enterprise, Mr Spock!" Scotts said.

Spock felt right at home coming back to the Enterprise.

"So," David said. "Was your father Captain Spock by any chance? I mean, I heard he had children with Commander Uhura."

A very un-Vulcan smile grew on his face.

"Great-grandson," Spock said. "My mother insisted I grow up like a Vulcan. But I rebelled and grew up more human."

A smile grew on the young man's face.

"You remind me of a Vulcan I knew at a bar." David said.

"Vulcans do not look alike regarding their hair style like Klingons with their foreheads." Spock said, hands behind his back (a old habit that has not gone away).

"That is true." David said, as they went out the transporter room.

They went down the hall talking about the academy and how it shaped them to the people they were today. Spock was easily impressed about David's experiences that were different. He did not cheat on the Kathryn Tuvok exam and failed it much as the previous cadets did only his friend Jacklyn Sulu insisted to do it again. The next time David passed, much to the man's surprise, and Sulu was given a trial for cheating on it. They awarded her a accommodation, afterwards, for her incredible and original thinking. She later apologized to him with a box of sweets and make out sex.

They came onto the bridge.

"And then I slapped him right in the face!" Sulu finished her story to the listeners who gave a laugh.

McCoy snickered.

"I am glad David met you." McCoy said, leaning against the rail.

"Good to see you again, McCoy," David said. "Are you ready for the next ten years of your life?"

Spock went over to his station.

"I believe my great-grandfather said to yours regarding it: god help me." McCoy hypoed Sulu for a nonexistent space allergy.

"Ow!" Sulu said, rubbing her neck as the doctor walked away.

"Miss Sulu, take us away." David said.

"Aye,captain." Sulu said.

Spock was transported, mentally, back to 2258 shortly after the crew was assigned to the Enterprise and the ship was sent off into space. He could remember being beside the captain's chair with one hand holding a pad behind his back. He had a perfect memory, able to recall everything he had done and went through. This memory perhaps? It was one of the ones he treasured. True he never did say goodbye to James Kirk the last time they met. They were reassured they would see each other again. He had saved his friends life from being taken into the Nexus.

"Where should we go?" Jim asked, his bright blue eyes looking off in the direction of Spock.

"As a mission of this duration has never been attempted," Spock replied. "I defer to your good judgement, captain."

Our view goes outside the Enterprise.

"Space..." Came James T. Kirk's voice. "The final frontier." The view flew around the large nacelles, the rounded and more sleeker saucer section, and the shuttle bay window being a bit more wider than before. "These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise." The screen returned to the top seeing the text 'NCC-1710 Enterprise'. "Her ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds..." They were at the edge of the Alpha quadrant stationed alongside a star base. The nacelles powered up. "To seek out new life forms and new civilizations..." The Enterprise bolted into space leaving behind a trail of blue particles behind. "To boldly go where no one has gone before."

DEDICATED TO LEONARD NIMOY.

1931 - 2015.

He lived long and prospered.

The End.