Hello readers. This is my first fic in a while, so please go easy on me. This is going to be a multi-chapter fic, so don't worry.
The title of this story is inspired by the song Stars by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. Check it out!
The funeral was fairly simple. Only close friends and family were even invited. Events like this deserved to be private. There was time for the public to mourn at some ceremony next week.
Jim sat between Bones and Uhura, dressed in a crisp, black suit. Uhura clasped his hand tightly, toying with the gold wedding band on his ring finger. She sniffled slightly, hiccupped, and wiped a tear away. Her hand was shaking. She still looked as beautiful as ever, through her puffy eyes, flushed face; her mascara-darkened tear tracks that trailed down her face. Bones sat quietly, his shoulder touching Jim's, a steady pillar of support.
Jim turned to look at him, and Bones gave a slight nod and an upturn of his lip. Jim tried to return the gesture, but gave what he thought looked like a grimace instead.
Behind him he could hear Chekov's muffled sobs, Sulu's whispered assurances, and the abrupt noise that Scotty made trying to clear his throat.
Jim then turned his attention to the scene in front of him.
A golden casket rested upon a dais in the front of the room, draped in fine royal blue cloths. A speaker clad in black stood near the casket, reassuring words of praise falling from his lips. He began to commend the deceased for their bravery and sacrifice.
Jim mentally scoffed. Bravery and sacrifice? Those were two words that he knew intimately. How many times had he heard those words as a child, being reminded of the courage that his father had shown; sacrificing his life to save his wife, his son, and countless other crewmen?
He never knew his father, so he did not feel the effect of his absence as keenly as his mother. She was a mess after he was killed, and fell into a depression that lasted fifteen years. Jim could always see the pain in her eyes, knew that he reminded her of his father. He could sympathize, but never thought that he could feel the same pain that she did. He never imagined that the same thing could happen to him. He used to be a man of one night stands, thought he would never be in a serious relationship. He never believed that he would find a partner who would love him for who he actually was, someone who could look past that arrogant, womanizing mask that he so casually wore. Jim never would have guessed that he would be left alone, without his partner.
Without Spock.
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