A/N: Inspired by the chorus of Christina Perri's Jar of Hearts. I do not own the song or Star Trek. Reviews appreciated!
"Spock, wait."
And who do you think you are?
Spock continued on his way to his quarters. Nothing else was to be discussed with Jim.
"Commander!"
He stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned to face his captain.
Running 'round leaving scars.
"Captain, there is nothing else we need to discuss. You have made it clear that you no longer value our relationship and so I will not pursue it." Spock stated coolly.
Jim's face crinkled up slightly. He rubbed his hand over his face trying to soothe a pounding headache. He gathered his resolve and spoke.
"Spock, it was a mistake." He whispered as he moved his hand to touch Spock's face. He positioned it on his cheek. "Carol isn't the one I love. I was piss drunk, you know I do that to myself sometimes."
Collecting your jar of hearts.
Spock could feel his heart start to beat slightly faster. His hands clenched slightly. He could feel the familiar beginnings of anger.
"Your inebriation does not excuse what you have done. You have broken the bond we shared. I trusted you Jim; I had believed you would stay faithful. Perhaps that was illogical." Spock almost seethed, his anger barely staying under control.
And tearing love apart.
"We need to- "Jim started before Spock tore Jim's hand from his face and turned back to walk away.
You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul.
He would not be shared with anyone. What they had together, Spock had thought to be an exclusive and loving relationship. His judgment had been erroneous. That Jim could sleep with someone else after all they'd gone through to get where they were... it was almost unbelievable. But it seemed that some things never changed. And Jim Kirk would always be a skirt- chasing womaniser. Spock had only just come to that unsettling reality.
Jim ran around in front of Spock and grabbed both hands gently. Spock stared deeply into the startlingly blue eyes that he had come to appreciate.
"Please, Spock."
Don't come back for me.
"No, Jim. You have proved to me that your womanising ways will not cease and that you are clearly incapable of controlling your urges." Spock tried to say evenly, not allowing the sadness and rage that was welling inside of him to escape.
"Spock-"
"Have Carol, be satisfied Jim." Spock spat roughly thrusting his hands away. He swiftly departed from Jim who stood dumbfounded in the hallway.
Perhaps Jim said something. But Spock blocked it out. His heart was beating so fast he felt it might explode and his breathing was slightly ragged. The unbearable emotions of sadness mixed with anger and betrayal threatened to overwhelm him right there in the corridors as he walked. He didn't know if he could ever face Jim again. The way Jim would make him feel could destroy him.
Don't come back at all.