Spock didn’t know how it had gotten to this point. How it went so horribly wrong. He should know. He should. But his ability to analyze, to think, was compromised. He hoped not irreparably.
Somewhere in his pain-wracked mind, he could recall that only the prior night, he and Jim had finally ‘stopped dancing around each other’ as Nyota had put it. They’d been…intimate. And Jim had been so gentle and loving with him.
He’d allowed himself the ill-conceived emotion of hope. Which now, under these circumstances, felt particularly foolish.
“You’re going to be okay,” came the broken whisper and it was not at all convincing. Spock tried to come up with a reassuring response of his own, but he found he lacked the energy to form even words, let alone complete sentences.
He heard in the distance, or it seemed so very far away, the call for beam up from the Enterprise. It went unanswered and Spock knew from the desperation in the voice, he was out of time.
He had to say something. Had to get the words out, before it really was too late. No matter how much energy it might cost him.
“Get to safety,” he rasped. “Leave me.”
The palm of the hand touching his face was warm and callused. Even before the word was spoken, he knew what it would be.
He tried to shake his head, but thought he failed. He had no will left, only pain he could no longer control, and even that was fading, though he knew that could not be good.
His head was lifted with utmost care, then lowered into a lap. Arms came around to hold him. He was comforted that in this, his end, the one he loved was there, with him.
“Spock…I love you.”
“He’s coming around.”
Spock blinked, slowly, his eyelids feeling absurdly heavy. A hand on his face, warm, callused again.
The face leaning over him blurred, then came into focus, blue eyes like an oasis he’d been seeking in the desert.
“Jim,” he croaked.
A smile that lit up the room. “Yes, Spock. Yes.”
May 11, 2020 at 4:07 am
Oh. Oh! You *know* what these do to me! Love it. Just love it. Hurt Spock (or Jim) just does it for me, with the care of the other.
May 11, 2020 at 7:29 am
thank you! I’d nearly forgotten this one until it appeared!
May 11, 2020 at 4:24 am
Yep, just go ahead and rip my heart out and stomp it (there’s a C/W song somewhere like that). I wasn’t gonna use it today at all anyway. It’s Monday. Who needs a functioning heart on a Monday? Monday morning. Early.
Certainly not me.
Good thing, huh? It’s not like I have a say in the matter…
May 11, 2020 at 7:28 am
I am quite certain there are like 5 C/W songs like that. ❤
May 11, 2020 at 5:33 am
oh you love to hurt us a bit
this was so good. and so so happy with the ending 🙂
May 11, 2020 at 7:27 am
Yep he didn’t die after all!
May 11, 2020 at 9:09 am
Just the night before, they “finally stopped dancing around each other’ as Nyota had put it.” Love it! They just belong together. This story, in my mind, could flow nicely from my birthday flash, where they realize that they love each other! What did Spock think? That Jim would abandon him to his fate!? Of course Jim stayed with him. Love the tender moment as the story fades out on the planet… then the fade back in. Jim still at his side with a loving hand on his face.
Love Spock’s thought as he awakens, “blue eyes like an oasis he’d been seeking in the desert.“. OMG!! I just melted. ❤️💚🖖😘 Of course Bones had something to do with saving Spock! He’s a true Miracle worker!
May 11, 2020 at 10:27 am
You know you’re right. This could have completely been a continuation of your birthday fic!
May 11, 2020 at 12:31 pm
Well in my mind it is. Lol!
May 11, 2020 at 12:54 pm
Works for me!