Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters...unfortunatly ~sigh~
This is just a one shot so...enjoy!
Suffering Alone
Jim looked like a deer caught in the headlights, as he stood dripping in blood. His thoughts were hazy. He blinked slowly. Ten bodies lie in a heap around him, a last snarl lighting each of their faces. Apparently, this clawed, furry race of lupin looking thingys had lethal toxins in the tips of their claws, because already Jim's body was going numb with poison.
The rest of the crew was safe as far as Jim knew, after he had ordered their sorry asses back up to the ship. He didn't feel bad about it. The only one who had resisted captain's orders was…Spock. As Bone's would say, "God damn that green-blooded hobgoblin!" After much coaxing and threatening Jim managed to get his first officer to leave.
Jim had known from the moment that the alarms had sounded off that intruders were in the building that they were going to die. The only thing was that only one of them had to die…to make sure that there were no survivors. Jim would not let murder taint any of his comrade's souls, so he had voted himself. Jim didn't regret it. Now as his life source was leaving his body, he felt at peace. At least he would die in the heat of battle and not crushed to death by a building….
But he felt remorse and pain for those he would leave behind. Spock and his irritating logicalness. Bones and his…hypos. Chekov and his adorable accent. Sulu and his kickass fighting. Scotty and his scotch. Uhura and her "talented tounge". (took from Star Trek 2009 movie) Twin trails of moisture snaked down his cheeks, startling Jim out his reverie.
He was dying….Holy Shit! He was dying! He was James Tiberius Kirk! He just didn't lie down and give up! Jim panicked, which only brought his death all the faster. His vision turned red with pain, his breathing spiked and turned haggered. His knees buckled and he fell face first into a pool of his own blood. Jim thought, "Are you fucking kidding me?! I am not going to drown in my own blood!" With his last will and breath Jim flipped himself onto his back. His vision blacked out. Then…nothing.
(Jim!...NOOO! Please come back Jim!... JIM!!!!) Was he in heaven? No because if he was, he was sure if he was, his body wouldn't hurt this much. Unnaturally warm hands broke Jim's musings, and his eyes fluttered uselessly at the darkness. (Jim…) Was that Spock? No…it couldn't be… He pushed harder. Slowly his eyes opened and Jim could see again.
He smiled…"Spock…You came back…for me…"
"Yes…"
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