A beach on Risa... (Kirk/McCoy)
After finishing his conversation with George, Bones remained sitting down, listening to the waves, the birds flying overhead, and the wind blowing softly through the trees. He didn't spot another person, though. They were truly by themselves here.
After an hour or so, he went inside and munched on some fruit. Leonard pulled out one of his books, real paper and heavy in his hands. He pulled one of the chairs on the deck next to another one, and sat down, propping up his feet. The words on the page couldn't hold his attention, though, as images of Jim sitting in front of a console, a panel in front of him demanding his resignation intertwined in his head with Jim, in cadet red, standing in front of the Academy board being accused of cheating.
In neither case could Leonard do a damn thing to help him.
He rubbed his head again. The sun was setting, the sky changing colors from blue to yellow-red. Hurry up, Jim, he told himself, and setting the book open on his chest, he closed his eyes, the warm smell of the ocean lulling him into a deep, relaxing sleep until Jim arrived.
After an hour or so, he went inside and munched on some fruit. Leonard pulled out one of his books, real paper and heavy in his hands. He pulled one of the chairs on the deck next to another one, and sat down, propping up his feet. The words on the page couldn't hold his attention, though, as images of Jim sitting in front of a console, a panel in front of him demanding his resignation intertwined in his head with Jim, in cadet red, standing in front of the Academy board being accused of cheating.
In neither case could Leonard do a damn thing to help him.
He rubbed his head again. The sun was setting, the sky changing colors from blue to yellow-red. Hurry up, Jim, he told himself, and setting the book open on his chest, he closed his eyes, the warm smell of the ocean lulling him into a deep, relaxing sleep until Jim arrived.