This is a slash story so if you don't like it don't read it, this is also my first try at writing Star Trek so give me some constructive criticism, thanks.
It was cold, freezing in fact. Spock gazed around him. He was in a cave, he realized, a very cold cave filled with ice and snow. Though the wind raged through the stone, Spock did not feel cold. His legs were deep in snow but he could not feel it. He gazed around him, there was a small fire that was dying slowly in the cold. Over in the corner, huddled closely and bundled tightly, was a man. Spock walked, feeling detached, over to the form. He placed a gentle hand on the form's shoulder and shook it. The person shifted and slumped forward. Spock caught him instinctively and gazed at his face.
His heart stopped in his side and his blood ran cold.
It was Jim. His T'hy'la, that was frozen. His eyes were glazed over and his lips were blue and cold. Spock swallowed thickly, feeling as if he were going to be sick and lay a gentle hand on his mate's face.
Jim did not stir, he did not move, his dead blue eyes gazing at Spock unforgivingly, his skin was cold and clammy. The eyes shifted, still dead, to Spock and the Vulcan drew back with a gasp.
"You did this to me," Jim ragged voice hissed at him, "You marooned me here."
Spock felt like his heart had jumped into his mouth. He suddenly could not swallow or breath or even move. He simply stared at the dead James Kirk. Tears poured from his eyes, and he truly felt ill.
"You failed me," Jim voice hissed through his mind. Suddenly he opened his mouth and screamed.
Spock's eyes flew open and he promptly sat up in bed. His hand shot out to his side and he relaxed minutely with relief. Jim's heart beat beneath his fingers, his body radiating warmth and his skin its natural glow. Spock deflated some and swallowed hard. He lay back and curled his arms protectively around his mate. That had been the third dream this week. They always began differently but always ended the same, with Jim's death and Spock is always there to watch it. Forced to witness his lover die while he can do nothing but observe.
Spock breathed in deeply, he could smell Jim everywhere. That was comforting to him, Jim was still alive, he was alright.
It was only a few months after the Kahn incident and after Jim had died and come back to life. Spock still felt sick to his stomach whenever he thought of it. It was a good thing he had not killed Kahn or Jim would still be dead.
Spock forced himself to suppress a shudder. He was thankful that his mate was such a heavy sleeper, he did not wish to discuss these particular troubles with his lover. He had barely gotten any sleep in the past few months. Perhaps he could visit the doctor for some sleeping supplements tomorrow.
Spock lay back with a silent sigh and closed his eyes.
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"Dreams huh? " McCoy asked.
Spock nodded and soon found himself wondering if it was such a god idea to go to Bones for help. He had always known how illogical and emotional the Doctor could be.
Bones turned to face him, "So, want to tell me what these dreams are about?"
Spock cleared his throat and looked down at his shoes. McCoy raised an eyebrow, much as Spock usually did when he found something to be amusing. "Well, obviously something has got you riled up, everyone on board, including Jim, has noticed that you seem to be sleeping less than you normally do. We are all worried, especially Jim. He wants to know what's going on with you, as do I," Bones said sternly. He had easily slipped from Doctor mode to friend mode.
Spock sighed in audibly through his nose, "I have been continuously having what I believe you humans call...nightmares, for the last fifty-five days." He said reluctantly.
McCoy nodded, "Ok, go on."
Again Spock sighed silently, "Each dream is drastically different than the one before it, but they all have one recurring theme," he hesitated and Bones nodded encouragingly, "In each and every one of my dreams, the Captain dies in one way or another. Sometimes, it is right in front of me, other times I find his body, lifeless," Spock swallowed thickly, and if Bones hadn't been watching him as closely as he had, he would have missed it. "In each dream, his death becomes more and more painful and slow," If McCoy didn't know any better he would have said Spock looked distressed. "I do not understand why these dreams continue to reoccur. It is illogical to believe Jim to be dead when I know that he right beside me."
Bones sighed, "Dreams aren't logical, Spock. They simply are what they are. Sometimes they can be a manifestation of our worst fears, or our darkest secrets," he sighed and slipped back into Doctor mode, "Alright, I'll give you a small sedative that should get you to sleep more easily," he said as he retrieved it and handed it to the Vulcan, he did not let go of it though when Spock grabbed it, "Do you plan on telling Jim about these dreams?"
Spock pulled the sedative from the Bones' grasp, "Thank you Doctor," he said and left without another word.
Leonard sighed and returned to his desk, "I'll take that as a no then."
First chapter is kind of short I know but aren't they often. It's just getting started so read and review please.