Star trek minis/ficlets/midget stories/random stuff/whatever you wanna call them!

Hey, it's me again! 8D I got some Star Trek stuff for you now. WARNING! Jim and Spock are GHAY FOR EACH OTHER! 8D This one doesn't have it as obvious, but it's there in the second one. None of these shorts gotz anything to do with each other.

This fic is set in the alternate universe created by Nero.

Dead… She was dead. The only person who had ever cared for him without subjecting him to reprimand and openly loved him was dead.

The mission was over, Nero dead, and Spock sat in the Transporter Room, staring at the spot his mother should have been.

"Spock, are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?"

Spock looked up at his mother, "I… I believe so… but I am alright. It was but an illusion of the mind."

"It's alright to be scared, sweetheart, just don't do it in front of your father. How about this, you be emotional all you want, but with me, okay? Then you can be exactly what you are. Half human, half Vulcan. What happened in your dream, baby?"

Spock hesitated, "You died…"

"Oh, my poor baby. I'm not dead, Spock. I'm right here."

Spock hugged his mother, sobbing, "I don't want you to die, Mother… not ever."

"Everyone dies, Spock… And we have to accept when it does. But that doesn't mean we can't be sad they're gone. How about this?"

Spock looked up, wiping his eyes with his hand.

"Whenever you're sad… sing a song."

"A song?"

"My Daddy used to sing it to me when I had nightmares. Do you want to hear it?"

Spock nodded.

"If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me."

Spock bit his lip and began to whisper, "And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes and flooded lungs…"

"Northern downpour sends its love."

Spock jumped and turned around, "Cadet Kirk!"

"It's Jim." The blonde smiled and sat down, "Did your mom teach you that song?"

"Yes… She would sing it when I was a child."

"God… I envy you."

Spock paused, "Your mother is alive, Ca-Jim… why would you envy me?"

Jim chuckled, "Because you have memories of her to hold onto. Private moments of emotion, secrets, stuff like that. My mother always avoided me, left me with my abusive step-father. I look just like my dad… and she hates me because of it. I would do anything to be you right now. If my mom died… I don't think I would be able to cry over it." Jim sighed, "Sorry. I just ruined the already depressing mood, didn't I?" he chuckled.

Spock looked back at the pad, "Hey moon… please forget to fall down…"

Jim smiled, "Hey moon, don't you go down."

The song is northern Downpour by Panic! at the Disco.

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