Fallen Friends
No...no, this can't be happening...not now.... Kirk thought.
He was holding his First Officer in his arms, bleeding and severely injured, with no way to return to the Enterprise. His yellow uniform was slowly getting stained with green, but at that point, he didn't care. The man was unconscious, and Bones had only grave words to say about his condition.
"Jim, he's....he's not going to make it." the man only commented, bowing his head.
"No.....NO! You just can't let this happen, Bones! You've got to do something!" Kirk yelled, tears falling from his face.
"I-I'm sorry, Jim." was the only thing Bones could say. "I can't."
"That's bull! I don't want to hear those words! You've performed medical miracles, can't you pull one here?!" Kirk prodded.
"No, Jim. I've done everything I can do, given him every type of medicine and treatment possible. He just won't make it." Bones said in his atypical softer tone. He knew this time wasn't for yelling and expletives.
Kirk was silent as he slowly looked at Spock's face, marred by bruises and cuts. He wished he had never came to this godforsaken planet, wished that those horrible aliens hadn't tortured the Vulcan until it was too late to save him.
He tried one last time to reach out to Spock.
"Spock....can you hear me? Wake up." he whispered.
"I.......can......" a very frail voice whispered from Spock's lips.
"Spock...." Kirk whispered shakily, trying to maintain a strong appearance and failing. "...You are, and always shall be, my T'hy'la. Never forget that."
"I...won't. Live long.........and prosper." Spock whispered, not even able to lift his hand to use the Vulcan hand gesture, before closing his eyes for the last time.
The away party had been close knit, but they all gave Kirk and Spock some space, as Kirk had crumpled over his T'hy'la, crying deeply from somewhere in his soul.
Suddenly, the chirp from his communicator chimed. Pulling on his captain facade once more, he shakily replied, "Kirk here."
"Scotty here. We're able to beam you up." Scotty replied.
Too....too damn late.... Kirk thought angrily.
"Acknowledged. Get a medical team to the transporter room. We have.....casualties. Standby for beam up."
"A-aye sir. Scotty out." Scotty stumbled.
Closing his communicator, he gave himself a full two minutes to say goodbye to his friend, his T'hy'la, this time silently.
After those minutes, Kirk opened his communicator and said, "Kirk to Scotty. Beam us up."
The funeral was held aboard the ship, and he had promised Sarek that they would bring the body back to Vulcan.
Kirk sat in his quarters, a tall bottle of bourbon almost half empty. Kirk sipped his drink, feeling the tendrils of warmth spreading through his body as he slowly became inebriated, but he knew it wouldn't last. He had only given himself this night to grieve before he had to suck it up and go back to captaining the Enterprise like nothing had ever happened.
"Something happened, all right. I lost my friend, my First Officer, and my T'hy'la." Kirk mumbled before breaking down in a fit of tears that lasted for a good long while.
Kirk sat in his customary chair, and looked around the bridge, frowning at the young lieutenant taking over the science station.
Turning to Sulu, he said, with little inflection,
"Sulu, let's get out of here. Warp seven."