The Least Forgiven
by Rob Morris
Nyota Uhura saw her husband busily attempting to sum up the
life of their late Captain.
"What do you have so far?"
Spock looked up.
"Merely an introduction. Jim was an emotional man. There is no getting
around that fact. So I have opted for an emotional opening."
She read it.
"Everyone Loved Jim.' Well, that is certainly the truth. The Klingons
are in shock, wondering when they'll ever have a worthy foe again."
Spock thought of those times.
"Indeed. 'Everyone Loved Jim'. I recall, after one of the numerous
deep-space missions he would send me on, how he would always be here, waiting
for me by your side. I could be gone six months, and yet Jim would always
come running out to greet me. Poor Jim. He never had a wife."
Uhura gulped.
"We--can't be sure of that."
"I suppose not. But it all comes back to that one phrase--'Everyone
Loved Jim'. Here, I have a picture of Jim with his brother Sam, when they
were children."
Nyota shook her head.
"Honey--that's a picture of our son George standing next to Peter Kirk."
Spock nodded.
"Yes. You are correct. How odd that none of our children have pointed
ears or greenish blood and yet all have sandy brown hair."
Uhura gulped yet again.
"Er--yes, that is odd, now that you mention it."
Spock looked down at his speech.
"Everyone Loved Jim'. Nyota, do you recall when our daughter Tiberia
was secretly dating David Marcus? I thought that you and Jim would both
have heart attacks, when you found out. Then, how odd that they both had
to enter therapy so soon after they broke up."
She shook her head, rather nervously.
"That relationship--would never have worked out. They were incestu--they
were insisting on a big wedding, and I just hate those."
Spock raised an eyebrow.
"Truly? Ours was a big wedding---Jim spent a great deal of time, helping
you plan it, in Honolulu. Though--now that I think upon it, the wedding
itself was held in Atlantic City."
Spock wrote down new words.
"Everyone Loved Nyota."
He pulled out a phaser.
"Say hello to Jim for me."