He was awake, sometime after, his hands tied behind a chair and he were hunched over feeling so very unwell. He was half awake, half asleep, lifting his head up in the direction of what had started this entire unusual episode spotting a couple of men and two women standing out against the darkness -- their figures so distinctive -- as his eyes sorted through the darkness with his head feeling so very unwell.

The figures retreated out of the dark, dressed in black clothing lined in chain mail and phasers that were attached to their thighs in holsters.

"Well, well, look what the cat dropped in."

"What's your name now? J'khar? Ahmad? Bob? Frank? Edward?"

"Leonard." Leonard said. "Born and gifted with that name, need some help?"

"I need your blood," the older woman, who looked as if she came from the movie Boss Level that was released in the 20th century with her uncanny resemblance to the iconic actress who taught the main character to fight with a sword, knelt down to his level.

He stared at her for a very long moment.

"Vampire?"

The older woman scowled.

"No."

"My blood? My blood? What do you need it for?"

"A mission, Mr Grimm."

"Grimm who?"

"John Grimm."

"Never heard of that name."

He watched as the woman stepped back then one of her companions punched him in the chest taking the air out of him.

"Ow!"

"Admit."

"I-i-i-i-i-i--- am Leonard McCoy."

The older woman frowned.

"So, this is what you want."

The young man sighed then nodded, exasperated.

"To be sent home and sleep this off, yeah-- this isn't fun." Leonard confessed, hopeful, then proceeded to laugh before adding. "It was fun long as those funny messages came into my comn but it isn't anymore."

"You should have thought about that before staying on Earth after Olduvai." Was the warning statement.

Leonard's brows rose.

"Olduvai?" Leonard repeated. "What's a Olduvai?"

Her fingers traced along his shoulder as she walked around him.

"Mars." Was the vague reply. "You remember." her fingers rested briefly on his back. "Used to be able to get there through the Ark."

Leonard frowned, puzzled, Olduvai? Is that a base? A facility? A colony? What kind of place is Olduvai?

"Ma'am, Earth is the only place I am stickin'---I can't fly!" Leonard insisted, his mood changing upon seeing the look of intent on her face and he was scared. "I am scared of flyin'!"

The woman withdrew from Leonard as he looked around, frightened, feeling terror creep upon him as the men came closer toward him. The new few movements were a series of punches and the chair being knocked over, beaten, then left behind as he whimpered. The woman came back as she looked upon him.

"Every time you deny your identity is a time where you get hit." was the calm but amused reply to the young McCoy. "You have done this for over two hundred years; you can stop, Section 31 knows."

She held a needle in one hand as she knelt down to his level then injected it into his arm.

"Why do you think I got something on my file?"

"Because it is on your file."

Oh shit, so that's what Hank did when screwing around. The raw realization settled upon him. The entire mess was a thing of his own making in every sense of the situation. It wasn't even a joke anymore as he were in some serious trouble. Leonard was scared. More scared than he had ever been in recent years.

On the night that he changed his fate for the future, he was drunk and so was a group of friends when they had a friend of theirs over that was capable of breaking firewalls, get through red tape, just edit their files and add connections to individuals who were long dead and didn't stick out.

"Shit."

"Leonard McCoy, so unassuming, so simple, so easy to pass over. ." the older woman smiled, sourly, but in a very sinister manner. "Your face hasn't aged all that much."

And they happened to look alike, was it true? Or was that Hank's doing, too? Hank screwed up, hard.

"Even if I were him," Leonard stressed, struggling in the binds, his eyes looking over her shoulder toward the woman's companions then back toward her. "um, uh, if this is a Keanu Reeves conspiracy taken to the level of some insignificant kid. . ."

He puckered lip, briefly, before adding.

"Wouldn't my face look more handsome?" Leonard asked. "I am not that charming or bisexual enough to be immortal."

"Being bisexual does not mean you can be immortal." the older woman's younger companion commented. "If you're bisexual then you're bisexual." the younger man, but still quite older than Leonard, rubbed his fists then gave them a nice series of cracks. "There's no such thing as being bisexual enough."

Leonard's brows twitched in response with a counter argument.

"Being bisexual should mean you should never have to die because of pointlessness and be resurrected after the fact."

The older man was stopped by a show of the older woman's hand.

"He has a point." The older woman finally noted, she shrugged, grimacing. "The unbury your gays does come off as homophobic."

"We agree on somethin'." Leonard noted.

The older woman smiles back at him as her fingers trace beneath his chin.

"Being immortal makes you wiser to conceal your tiny little secret, John."

It stung like most needles as it was injected into his arm, the needle was withdrawn, and he watched her retread back into the night.

Once again, he sunk into the comforting darkness.