Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. Navik and Lev'kin are my original characters based on the TOS as created by Gene Roddenberry.
This is a side-story from my fic 'Souvenir' about my two OCs after the showdown with Kudos.
Writing a OC fan fic is a risk, but at the encouragement of my 'cheerleaders' here it is…
Awareness delicately lifted the veiled drapes of the Columbia's Commander Seraphina Navik's dreamless slumber, bringing her once more to consciousness. She was in the Med Bay, the sterile scent wafted around her, no doubt recovering from extensive surgery to repair the damage done by Kodos' phaser blast and the crushing weight of a Romulan warrior; the tender new skin was stretched tight across her stomach and her repaired bones ached as they finished knitting themselves fused at an accelerated rate. Most of all, she was safely back aboard, far away from the vicious attacks of violent Romulans and threats to her crewmates. Pain could be dealt with accordingly. The danger had passed; the mad man had been eradicated. She sighed as she allowed herself to sink further into the pillow.
Opening her eyes gradually, allowing her pupils to constrict against the harsh lighting, Navik found her Captain, A'lon Lev'kin, slumped over from his chair to the foot of the bed. His cheek resting against his forearm, with his face turned towards her, eyes closed and breathing deep, relaxed. While she was alone with his sleeping hulk, she allowed herself to relax and take in his comforting albeit alluring presence. He was handsome by Human standards, even for a Rorain. His chestnut hair cut to the Star Fleet standard, a slight purple flush on his tanned face, his gold tunic stretched tight to accommodate folding his large arms, one hand stretched across the bed towards her, a silent request for physical contact, but only if she wished it, never demanding. He was the first and only male to make her feel like a woman, but he was her Captain. Her hands remained in her lap, but her eyes roamed over his form without restraint.
During the heat of the battle, Navik had not stopped to consider the repercussions of her actions as she flung herself on top of Kirk to protect him from the blast. Blinded by pain, in agony as the fire trailed itself across her nerve endings, she could only think of how much she should have told Lev'kin before leaving the ship, all the words left unsaid haunting her. In a flash, she was in his arms, but even then the pain did not subside. She did not know how he had come to her rescue or even if she would live to thank him, but as her blood soaked his uniform, she was glad that he would be with her in the end. She had nearly given up and surrendered to the pain, until his voice, like an oasis calling to her in the desert, broke through her pain, chanting in his native tongue with words she did not understand, but with powerful emotions begging her to stay.
So, she had fought to stay, because never once had she disobeyed an order from her Captain. Only in the privacy of her own mind would Navik admit she had brought herself back from the verge of death just to see Lev'kin one more time, to be close to him again and had allowed herself to be wrapped in the warmth that radiated from his tanned skin. But now as his hair spilled across her thermal blanket, his face lax with sleep mere millimeters from her fingertips, she dared not to speak her inner turmoil. It would have to be enough that she would stay by his side as his First Officer, because that is all she could be. Closing her eyes once more, she fought to lock away all her emotions, taking a deep breath and trying to shove all the angst and insecurities out with her exhale. She was his Commander.
Her attempt at tranquility was interrupted as Commander Spock silently entered her bay. Navik had not bothered to recognize the Med Bay as either belonging to the Columbia or the Enterprise, but the presence of the Vulcan made it logical to assume she was not on her ship. It would have not been logical to move a patient so soon after surgery, even if the Columbia housed an identical Med Bay. She straightened as best she could in the bed, standing without aide at attention was not an option until her bones were completely repaired, but as he was Commander of the Flag Ship and a former Professor, he out ranked her. His eyes regarded for a brief moment before nodding, allowing her to relax.
He kept his hands clasped behind his back, his face blank as he moved closer, eyes searching her features. "I have come to confirm your recovery." His voice was soft, careful not to disturb the sleeping Captain.
Carefully keeping her face neutral under his scrutiny, Navik met his eyes. "I am well. Dr. McCoy has treated my wounds with utmost proficiency." Her voice was devoid of all emotion, betraying none of her inner thoughts. She remembered hands tearing her away from Lev'kin's warm embrace, gentle touches of McCoy's steady hands and whispers of encouragement.
Spock stepped closer. "I have also come to thank you for risking your life to save my Captain, my t'hy'la. I will be forever indebted to you." The Vulcan's face was softer, his words tinged with great relief.
Raising an eyebrow, not wishing this to escalate into a passionate exchange, she nodded. "Your gratitude is unnecessary. I did exactly what any other officer in my place would have done, but if I had not been able to defer the phaser fire, it is obvious that Captain Kirk would have lived, as I have lived. Kodos was not aiming to kill him, but to injure." She straightened her blanket no longer comfortable under Spock's gaze. His eyes seemed to peer down into her soul, seeing what she desperately scrambled to keep hidden.
Pondering her words, it was several seconds before Spock replied. "As he is my mate, protecting him from any harm is invaluable to me, as are those who take my steed when I am unable. While Kodos was not attempting to end his life, the situation would have likely spiraled into chaos had Jim been incapacitated. Because you took the blast meant for him, you helped defuse the situation and resolve the entire issue as quickly as possible." He gently rested his hand on her shoulder, shielded from skin to skin contact by her medical gown. It was a very intimate gesture. "It has caused strain upon your own body and strain upon Lev'kin, Seraphina. You had no way of knowing that the phaser was not at the maximum setting. Your actions were dictated by your loyalty." He caught her eye. "Thank you." His heartfelt words touched her soul.
Tears trickled down her cheeks. A dam inside of her had snapped at the comfort the Vulcan offered, from one officer to another, between confidants. "I did what had to be done." She fought against her constricting throat. "I was afraid, Spock, that I would never see him again, but I knew that I had to keep Kirk safe." She whispered her eyes locked on Lev'kin's sleeping figure.
Shifting to stand closer, offering more support to the human, but his hand reminded steady, Spock knew exactly how she felt. "I do believe neither you nor I am the first to love their Captain." She stiffened slightly at the word, but the pregnant Commander continued. "Although I am not the most liberal with my own emotions, let me leave you with a quote, 'It's so easy, To think about Love, To Talk about Love, To wish for Love, But it's not always easy, To recognize Love, Even when we hold it... In our hands.' I will leave you to rest, but if you should need anything, do not hesitate to comm. me." With a knowing look in his eyes, he left the young woman to her thoughts.
Armed with the knowledge all she had ever cared for could be striped from her any time the universe so chose, she reached across the bed and took Lev'kin's – no – A'lon's massive hand in her own. For these few peaceful moments, they were not Commanding Officers, he was not her superior, they were simply two people who had found each other in the vast darkness of space, who relied on each other, who needed each other. With a small smile tugging on her lips, she intertwined their fingers as she slipped back into a peaceful rest.
A/N: Thanks for reading
May/may not continue, just these two were itching to break out on their own.
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