Just something I had sitting around on my Treo. Some people text, tweet, and update their Facebook on cell-phones. I write fanfiction. This is my first real Treo Fanfiction, written from the memo-pad of my cell-phone. There is more, I just posted this little mini-fic first to give you a taste. Nu!Crew and TOS!Crew unite for the good fight, and a good, honest man dies before his time. Or...does he? Read on and review, please!
In Full Glory
Jim Kirk could safely say that he would do anything for the Enterprise, anything for his crew. He'd even die to keep them all safe. He knew that, his officers knew that, but had never expected to die before his thirtieth birthday. Yet there it was. Jim wasn't stupid, he knew he'd signed his own death-warrant when he stepped into the flooded chamber of the Prime Universe Enterprise's Engine Room, but he felt no remorse. Spock and Spock Prime knelt on the other side of the glass, both unusually sad for such an un-emotive race. He could hear Doctor McCoy calling the bridge to get Admiral Kirk down to Engineering. Jim thought of something and laughed. Laughing hurt, and he tried to catch his breath.
"Jim, why are you laughing?" Spock looked at him, confused. Jim coughed, grimaced as he tasted blood in the back of his throat. He knew the expression was more frightening no thanks to scarring from the radiation exposure that was killing him.
"I was just thinking…if I wasn't already dying…Nyota would kill me." He smiled sadly and though of his beautiful, spunky wife of five years. Jim sighed and settled against the glass wall more comfortably. Death was not painless, nor was it remarkably swift for him.
"Jamie! Jamie, what were you thinking, son?" Admiral Kirk had arrived. Jim struggled to focus, his sight was failing him now, too. He squinted.
"Saved the Enterprise, Admiral." Jim smiled, "Don't…mourn for me. It was only…logical."
"What about your wife?"
"I hope she'll forgive…me for doing…s-something stupid. Tell her I said…sorry." Jim coughed again and gagged himself.
"Captain Kirk, I relieve you of duty." Admiral Kirk's voice was soft but strong and steady. Jim sighed and closed his eyes. Permission granted.
"I am…relieved." The Enterprise was safe, Kahn was dead, and Jim knew he could die in peace. Spock would look after Nyota for him, he made Spock promise that much before doing the last stupidly heroic thing he ever would do. He leaned his head against the glass and sighed, felt his own heart stop. Death had found Captain James T. Kirk at last.