The Way One Falls

by See Me As I Am 101

James T Kirks life was like a bright, flickering candle. It brought warm and light to those who got close, and burned anybody who misused it. But, however vibrant and shining that candle is, eventually it will snuff out, and those who once basked in its comfort are left in the dark with nowhere to turn. A one shot deathfic, and character study of sorts.

A/N: Hi guys, it's Ensign Purple Taco here. This is a deathfic, and it is angsty. If I got any details wrong (such as the amount of crew members onboard the Enterprise), please let me know so I can fix it. This is my first Star Trek fic, and my second story posted on , so please, be nice. I would love a review, and constructive criticism is appreciated. If you want me to write more, no matter what it is you want me to write, just let me know and I will attempt to have a crack at it. Have a nice day and remember, I have the ultimate Tribble Defence (my large, wussy, way too fluffy cat) in place so don't even bother.

Then there he lies
The glory of past days
Just whispers on the wind
Gentle murmurs, soft crying are audible
Many beautiful women and sharply dressed men
Mill around, conversing in low voices
These people do not know the man lying still in the open coffin
They know the headlines, they know the campfire tales
They have seen the news, heard the stories
These people know the legend
However, a small group of people stand to attention together
Hands clasped behind backs, eyes staring straight ahead
Dressed in Starfleet blues and reds
They do not hear the many speeches
They pay no notice to the medals awarded to the fallen hero
All anybody talks about is the mans great deeds
The hero who saved Earth from the Romulans
The hero who stopped Khan
The hero who saved a countless amount of ambassadors lives
The hero who walked into a radiation chamber to kick a warp drive back into place, knowing full well that he wouldn't come out
All anybody wants to talk about is James T Kirk
Nobody talks about Jim
The man who learnt all 400 the crews names of by heart
The man who taught his Vulcan first officer how to be human
The man who would bend Earth and time if it made Bones happy
The man who made allowed Chekov time to grow up, but didn't baby him
The man who jumped off a drilling platform to save a relative stranger
The man who flirted with his communications officer, but never crossed the line
The man who illegally brewed alcohol with his chief engineering officer
The man who cared very little about his personal safety but would do anything for his crew
The man who swore like a sailor, drank like a sponge, flirted with anything that moved, pulled pranks like a little kid, brawled with the best of them and had a smile that could light up a room or strike a spark in a once deadened heart
He was more then a hero, a saviour, a legend, the golden boy of the Federation
He was a loyal friend, a damn good captain, a self sacrificing bastard and more then anything, he was a good man.

A/N: Cause once you serve under him, grow close to him, understand him, love him like a brother, respect him like a captain and view him as friend, he becomes part of you. And the day he dies, a part of every life form who knew the man, not just the legend, will die with him. And that part of you will never fully heal. There will never be another James Tiberius Kirk, but he will forever live on in the hearts of his crew, and in mine. They cry for the loss of one them, for the loss of part of them, and I cry for the man who is yet to be but who is already shaping what is.

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