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tigriswolfTitle: I will never regret you
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Jordin Sparks.
Warnings: depressing death!fic, yo
Pairings: none stated. Implied Kirk/Spock, if you like that
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 280
Point of view: third
Notes: thanks to![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
ratherbe4gotten andtigris_lilsis for looking over this one.
His blood is boiling in his veins, burning as it pours out of him. He feels the chill start in his heart, working its way up and down, following his vacating blood.
“Hey, you’ll be alright, alright?” his Captain is muttering, hands pushed hard against the tear in Spock’s torso. “They’ll beam us up soon. They will. You’ll be fine.”
Captain Kirk’s voice trembles, but his hands remain firm. Spock tries to answer, to explain that his actions had been the only logical thing to do, but his throat is full of blood and he chokes.
“Damnit, Spock,” Captain Kirk whispers, his name ending in a sob. “Shit. There’s so much blood…”
Spock wishes to explain why it was logical, wants to take his Captain’s—Jim’s—hand in his own. He wants to tell Jim that guilt would be illogical. That he is not sorry.
“Spock?” Jim asks. “Spock!”
His blood is no longer boiling. Everything sounds distant and looks dim. The only thing he feels is Jim’s skin against his, the Captain’s futile attempt to stem the flow of blood.
“Spock, c’mon, just a little longer. They’ll be here. They will.” Jim’s voice is torn, and there is water on Spock’s face though it is not raining.
He tries to speak again; he must reassure his friend that he does not regret this. That he cannot regret it. It is only logical to die in Jim’s place—the universe needs Captain Kirk. The Enterprise needs him.
Blood dribbles out his mouth in place of words. Since that attempt failed, he tries moving his fingers instead, but cannot tell if he succeeded. Jim sobs, buries his face in Spock’s neck, mumbles, “Please just hold on, Spock. Please. They’ll be here.”
He cannot speak, he cannot see, he can barely hear. He cannot explain, or even clutch Jim’s hand. He can feel Jim’s heartbeat through his skin, strong and sure and steady.
He regrets only that Jim will regret so much.
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Date: 2009-06-17 02:20 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2009-06-26 05:50 am (UTC)Jim’s voice is torn, and there is water on Spock’s face though it is not raining.
Ahhhh, that's lovely. And the last line. Fantastic.
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Date: 2009-06-26 06:20 am (UTC)