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Title:Fallen Friends
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Prompt: Courage
Warning: Spoilers for film
Rating: PG
Summary: Comfort is in the works.

There was a silent funeral for all of those who had fallen. It was huge and McCoy felt lost in an ocean of unfamiliar faces. He wasn’t one to get overwhelmed by a crowd, but the amount of mourning faces was more than even his cold heart could bare. He hadn’t been able to find any of his crew. He should have taken Kirk up on his offer to escort McCoy to the funeral for the lost, but McCoy had wanted to come alone. He’d been so determined not to need someone beside him for this and he was regretting it. Sadness poured through the stadium as they remembered the thousands of cadets they had lost.

A monument had been put up, a statue of a ship facing upwards with the names of the dead scribed into it. McCoy went up to the ship and ran his hand over the wall. It’d taken nearly twenty minutes of pushing through the crowd to get this close. He put his had to the cold metal and he tried to remember a face, any faces he could from the men and women that should have been on the ships. Too many formed in his mind and he pushed them away.

As a doctor McCoy should be used to the idea of death. His patient died sometimes, never this many though. Not so many young men and women. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t natural. A massacre never was.

He slowly back away from the statue letting someone else have a moment and turned to walk away. As he got further from the densest part of the crowd he saw a pointed ear that could only belong to one man. McCoy turned his way, but paused before stopping completely when he saw a hand on the other mans back wearing a yellow shirt.

Kirk was comforting Spock. He shouldn’t feel left out, but he did. Those two got along well, had a sort of blooming brotherhood that McCoy had been jealous of since he noticed it. He’d been the one to put up with Kirk’s outrageous academy years. He watched Kirk sleep through all the women on campus. He’d kept the man from failing and giving up when things weren’t fair. Now Spock got to have the friendship he’d work so hard to form. He had ever right to be jealous.

McCoy’s heart softened for the green blooded officer when he saw a tear slide down his blank face. He heard himself groan, but knew where he was headed. He walked over and put his hand on Spock’s shoulder. Spock turned to him in his face twitching for a moment and showing surprise. McCoy smiled.

They stood in silent for a while, staring at the ship full of names of the gone and mourned fallen friends. Spock especially needed the support. What was left of his people was under four digits.

“Perhaps, doctor, I could ask you for some words of wisdom. Kirk tried to provide them, but it mostly had something to do with breeding being wildly accessible,” Spock said his voice soft, but pain in it didn’t mean any help to travel.

“Hey,” Kirk complained, but didn’t use his energy protesting too greatly. It would have been a sad waste of time.

“Well,” McCoy said trying to think of something wise and thoughtful to use, ”It requires more courage to suffer than to die.”

They both turned to him in unison.

“Who said that?” Kirk asked surprised.

“Napoléon Bonaparte,” Spock informed the captain still staring at the doctor.

“What?” McCoy demanded.

“Nothing,” Kirk said with a shrug, “I just thought Spock was going to be the smart one of the threesome.”

“Why thank y-Wait what did you mean by that?”

“Oh, nothing,” Kirk said with a coy smile.

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