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Author's Chapter Notes:

Kirk and Spock try to explain to T'Bis where Uncle Bones has gone.

McCoy was in the watering hole next to the hospital.  He had stumbled out the side door and gone to the closest place where he could throw back a few quick ones.  Anything to numb the hurt of his battered heart.

 

She was supposed to be different.  She had watched him suffer through two other breakups, and she promised to care for him where the previous girlfriends had ripped him to pieces.

 

He allowed himself to think, “Maybe this is ‘The One.’”

 

He realized the music system was playing a Patsy Cline song, and he put his head down on his arms and cried.

 

Crazy
I'm crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy
Crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then some day
You'd leave me for somebody new

Worry
Why do I let myself worry?
Wondering
What in the world did I do?

Oh, crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying
And crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you

Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying
And crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving 
You

 

McCoy threw the journal datapadd on the bed and paced his room.  Great!  Now he had an earworm, he’d hear that tinkling piano and throaty voice all day in his head.  And God help him, he could feel the glass in his hand and taste that bourbon.  The pain was as fresh today as it was then, and once again he wondered if he’d always be alone.

 

Christ!  Even Spock was a married old man now, and with a kid!  When McCoy first met the hobgoblin on the Enterprise, he figured that was the coldest son-of-a-bitch ever created.  Pointy-eared computer with a durasteel rebar up his butt!   He never dreamed that years later, he’d be friends with the guy.

 

And Spock and Jim had that adorable daughter, T’Bis.  Damn, that kid was cute, and smart, and so friendly, too.  Who’da thought a stuck-up Vulcan could have such a loving, outgoing child?

 

That T’Bis was almost as pretty as …NO!  No, he was not going to think about Joanna now.  This was his problem, and he wasn’t going to drag the only good thing in his life down here in the ditch with him.  He’d wallow in his own slime, and keep her far, far above him, never to be tainted with his failings.

 

“Daddy, where did Uncle Bones go?”

 

“T’Bis, come over here and sit on the couch next to me.”  Kirk put his arm around his daughter and pulled her close.  “Sweetheart, Uncle Bones is…very unhappy.”

 

“He drinks a lot, too.”

 

A surprised look passed between Kirk and Spock.  Kirk looked down into his daughter’s big eyes.  “Sometimes, yes he does.”

 

“When he drinks a lot, he doesn’t want to do anything.”

 

“No, you’re right.  And that’s a problem.  Life is meant to be lived.  We are all supposed to learn, and grow, and share time with friends and family.”

 

“Did he go someplace to get better?”

 

“We hope so, Sweetheart.”

 

T’Bis looked to Spock.  “That’s logical.”

 

 

Chapter End Notes:

(“Crazy,” written by Willie Nelson, performed by Patsy Cline)

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