"Damn it Jim slow down. I'm a doctor not a track runner. McCoy said as Jim was hurridly packing all of his stuff into his backpack.

"Bones," he said pausing and looking up. "I have been in this hospital room for years-"

"Its only been a couple weeks you baby." McCoy interrupted.

"Like I said, years. I am ready to go home and get the hell out of this place."

McCoy put his hand over heart in feigned hurt. "You telling me your not going to miss me naggin you all the time? "

"Not one bit." Jim said winking. "Okay I'm all packed. Can we go? "

"Hold on there cowboy. I'm still waiting on someone."

Jim gave him an irritated look. "Who could you possibly be - oh you have got to be kidding me." He said as Scotty appeared in the doorway with a dekked out wheelchair. Jim looked at Bones in utter disbelief. " Are you serious? Come on! "

"Sorry captain. Doctor's orders." Scotty said looking at his captain. "I did some wee modifications to make it more fun for ye."

Jim held up a finger indictating Scotty to stop talking. " Hang on there. " he turned to McCoy. " Do I look like I need a freaking wheelchair. I am perfectly fine."

"Need I remind you that you were clinically dead? By some miracle you are alove and I am not going to chance that by havin you over exert yourself. This is not exacly a studied science you know." McCoy finished his rant and looked at Jim with pleading eyes.

"I was only barely dead. " Jim muttered as he stood up with his backpack. McCoy tried to help him walk to the chair, but Jim refused his help. He slumped down in the chair and looked at him. " You coming? " Jim asked.

"Be there in a second. Scotty go ahead and head towards the car."

"Yes sir. " Scotty said putting his fingers to his head in salute. " All right las let me show you what I added." He said pushing Jim out of the room.

McCoy grinned as the pair left with Jim and Scotty babbling as he looked around the room. He let out a sigh as he saw the cleaned off shelves, the turned off machines, and most importantly, the empty bed. He had barely left his room in the last couple weeks, and had spent each moment in a constant state of worry. His friend is finally healthy enough to leave, and the thought fills him with joy.

As much as he began to hate this room, he also began to like it. Although the weeks had been hard for him and everyone close to him and Jim, he had gotten a chance to bond with the Enterprise crew in ways he never thought he could have. He learned about their families, their backgrounds, their guilt, insecurities, all of it. All of it because they were worried about some daredevil kid from Iowa who is too sacrifical for his own good, much to the annoyance of his doctor.

Speaking of the kid McCoy thought, he was restless to get out of here, so he shouldn't keep him waiting. McCoy took one last look and turned off the lights. By the time he had gotten to the lobby, Jim and Scotty were busy playing with the new features on the wheelchair. Jim pushed a button and the thing started moving at a speed that was hard for Jim to control.

" Jim wait! " Scotty yelled as the wheelchair zoomed past him and some frightened nurses. " Push the green button! " He yelled running after him. "Push the damn button! "

Jim finally pushed the button he was talking about and the wheelchair came to a stop, Scotty running up along side Jim panting.

"That was so awesome." Jim said.

McCoy had the sudden feeling that if his friendship continued with Jim, he would definelty see the hospital lobby again. But for some crazy and unknown reason, Jim was worth it. Their friendship was worth it.

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~Dyalan Thomas 1914-1953~

The End

We have officially reached the end! Thank you for all the reviews, each one of them has provided an inspiration to keep writing. This has truely been an incredible and experience, and I am happy that Jim can finally go explore the stars with his motly crew behind him.

It does not need to be said that I do not own Star Trek or any characters associated with it. But I'll say it for legal thingies anyway.

Thanks guys!

~Stoney T