Our scene panned over to the roof of a van where we can see Christine and Nyota laid side by side. Nyota was in short sleeved attire, dressed up in summer attire including with her typical skirt. Christine had one hand placed on Nyota's mid-driff that was exposed. Nyota and Christine were looking into each others eyes enjoying their time together. Nyota had one hand on the nurses side. They were in silence together ignoring what was going on around them. It was as though nothing was going on around them. From behind them, several feet away, was a golden gust of energy that dissipated to reveal two figures holding hands. It was nightfall with stars twinkling above. Almost as though they had detected him, the two women bolted up from the hood then turned toward the doctor's direction wearing pleased expressions.

"Len!" the women shouted, in unison.

"How are my favorite girl's doin' this week?" Leonard said.

The two women ran over toward the doctor, energized, crashing him into a hug earning laughter from the man. One would think it had been years since they had last seen him when it fact it had only been a week due to the hospital putting him on enforced vacation. It was a general well known fact that Kirk was more than a friend to Leonard. Being a nurse and translator at the hospital kept their paths from crossing the doctor while he stayed in Kirk's assigned room waiting for him to wake up. They didn't see him fall apart slowly, bit by bit, in the public eye. At home, was different. Leonard kept his ground as their arms were wrapped around his side. The two women stepped back after giving him the hug. They looked over toward the well dressed odd man by Leonard's side.

"Ny, Chris," Leonard said. "I like ya to meet my boyfriend," he gestured toward the taller man who bowed his head. "Mr Spock."

"Pleasure to meet you," Nyota said, holding her hand out.

"Spock doesn't shake hands," Leonard said. Nyota lowered her hand.

"He wasn't lying when he said you are cute," Christine said.

Spock looked over briefly toward the doctor then back in the direction of the nurse.

"As he was about you two dressing alike," Spock said.

"Spock!" Leonard said, in horror.

"It is okay," Christine said, with a light laugh.

"There's a large dance party up ahead," Nyota said, gesturing off toward a large tent down the hill beaming with light. "up all night."

"I love dance parties," Leonard said. "been awhile since I have gone to a adult dance party."

"Then you're going to enjoy this, Len," Christine said, taking her partners hand.

"Ever been to a dance, sweetie?" Leonard asked, directly towad Spock, as the women had turned away then made their path down the hill.

"Five," Spock replied. Leonard raised a brow. "and that was a enough for me with my dancing partners."

"So, the dancin' for eternity part is true?" Leonard asked.

"Not necessarily," Spock replied.

"From what it sounds like, ya make women fall under a spell," Leonard said. "doesn't apply to men."

"It does," Spock said. "it does apply to men. You're a surprising human being immune to my other halfs charms."

"And I should say the same about ya," Leonard said. "can't be half bad datin' an alien fairy when I can go anywhere in the world and get back home in a few seconds."

The odd man turned his head away, hesitating on replying, from the human. Contemplating, really, about that statement.

Should Spock tell the man that he can go anyway as his personal shuttle craft can take him in space? Shuttle craft could only take him so far.

"Chris, they are playing our song," Nyota said, looking over toward Christine once they came closer to the tent. Nyota wore a beautiful, wide sparkling smile on her face. Her odd, long twisted earrings reflecting her unique character.

"Must be a Disney kind of night," Christine remarked.

"Yes," Nyota said, with a loving look in her eyes. "must be."

They walked onto the glowing stage that had multiple colors on the floors. It was wide and massive with counters at both ends that had chairs behind them consisting of food and beverages. There was room enough for a packed group to dance. Christine and Nyota vanished among the crowd. Spock and Leonard came to the center of the floor. Leonard's hand drifted onto the Vulcan's shoulder, "May I have this dance?" earning a nod. Spock's free hand went to the man's right waist while holding the man's left hand. They swayed to the music, slowly moving their feet, as a channel of warmth transpired between the two men in the slowly developing link. Growing in strength and size. The only one in the space between them was themselves. And no one existed except them. They only had eyes for each other.

"I forgot to mention," Spock said.

"What?" Leonard asked. "ya have antennas on your forehead under the skin? Ya a shapeshifter? Ya really a short gray man in a exo-suit? I don't really care about what ya are. I care about ya as a person."

"Kind of you," Spock said. "I am a prince."

"Really?" Leonard raised his eyebrows.

"My father is the king of my species," Spock added. "my father's. . . relationship. . . with my mother is complicated politic wise."

""Ya don't dress like a prince," Leonard said, softly in a low voice.

"Fashion is not our strength," Spock replied. "I was required to find a mate. I did not wish the one my father had chosen for me."

"Ah," Leonard said. "so . . . ya chose me? To appear to me? Out of everyone on this planet?"

"Yes," Spock said. "out of seven billion people. You were chosen."

"And that's why ya finally appeared to me," Leonard said, as a short lived smile grew on his face. "ya had to make a choice to be happy or not."

Spock observed the human.

"Yes," Spock said. "I made the right choice."

"Yeah, ya did," Leonard agreed.

It was Leonard who planted a kiss on Spock's lips. Spock returned the kiss. It was a slow, methodical passionate kind of kiss between the men carrying on the music. Christine and Nyota were slowly dancing together to the music, pressed together, beside a dark same sex couple being women. Christine had her arms on Nyota's shoulders. The air was calm and serene, full of positive feelings, and it was slow. The light in the tent had dimmed down making the darkness swallow the light. The colors of the floor bounced on the tent fabric. There were odd, colorful firefly's flying around the tent glowing in different colors. They were brightly shining against the vast, dark blanket encompassing the scenery. Some flew into the tent flying over the dancers. A hand full flew around Spock and Leonard then buzzed away. Spock was the one who broke off the kiss then looked at the human with intrigue.

"Fascinating," Spock said, in a low voice.

"What?" Leonard asked.

"You," Spock said. Leonard placed his head on Spock's shoulder.

"I wish this night will never end," Leonard said, feeling safe and sound in the odd man's arms.

"As do I," Spock said, warmly. "As do I. . ." felt like the night would go on for eternity.