A/n I just saw the Wrath of Kahn for the second time, and I was struck by this inspiration.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, but I Do own the poem... yes htat's right I wrote it. That is why is sucks.
Falling
Jim leaned against the edge of his bed, slugging down another glass of Romulan Ale. His best friend was gone, and there was nothing anybody could do to bring him back. It wasn't like those other times, when the Genesis affect brought him back. No, his brother was gone. The death rocked him, and as he stumbled to answer the door call, he fell.
I'm falling, and how it hurts me so,
You're not there to catch me though.
I'm falling, through an empty space,
All I see in my mind is your face.
I'm falling, through an empty sky,
And you're not here to hear me cry.
Jim wept, as he lay on his floor, remembering the time he and Spock had had to live in the past, while they tried to stop Bones from changing it. The door opened, and as Jim looked up, Bones dropped to his knees beside him. "Jim! What happened?"
I'm falling, and my heart will soon break,
Is there no one's help that I can take?
I'm falling, and no one's here.
All I feel now is my fear.
I'm falling, and there's no end,
No way at all to break this trend.
Bones pulled Jim roughly into his embrace, and tried to soothe him. "Jim I know it hurts. I miss him too." Jim laid his head on his other best friend's shoulder and cried into him. Bones held him and rocked gently, trying to think of something to say.
I'm falling, and these feelings rage inside me,
I've lost my way and can no longer see.
I'm falling, without a chance,
It's like a single lonely dance.
I'm falling, and I can't see the ground,
I can't see as I flip round and round.
Jim finally managed to stop the flow of tears, and as he pulled out of Bone's arms, he looked away. "Bones, why do I miss him so much? He's always in my thoughts, and whenever I feel any pain over his loss, his voice in my head tells me to stop behaving illogically." Jim smiled sadly, and shook his head. "It's like... he's still with me, I just can't touch him, or speak to him." Bones nodded. "Well Jim, I know how you feel. When his katra was in my head I couldn't HELP but think of him."
Jim shoved himself to his feet and limped to the bed, wiping his eyes as he went. Pouring a glass of Romulan Ale for McCoy, he got a glass of water to flush out the burn in his throat. "Is there anything you can give me to stop the pain in my heart?" Bones got to his feet and shook his head, accepting the glass handed to him. "All I can suggest is that you let him live, through your memories. Never forget him, because then it will hurt more."
"I... I feel like I'm falling, without a chance of stopping. Every time I hear him in my mind or memories, my heart jumps. I just can't let go. I can't stop. Bones, there's nothing to catch my fall." Jim Kirk spoke without listening to what Bones had been telling him. Feelings of remorse and shame washed over him, and as he watched McCoy throw back the glass of ale, he stood. "I'm going to the bridge." And without a backwards glance to see if Bones was following him, Jim Kirk walked out of his quarters, to try to start again, to forget, and most of all, to continue.
Ea/n Yeah the ending sucks. If anyone has got a suggestion, just drop me a review, or send me an e-mail at and I'll make the changes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, but I Do own the poem... yes htat's right I wrote it. That is why is sucks.
Falling
Jim leaned against the edge of his bed, slugging down another glass of Romulan Ale. His best friend was gone, and there was nothing anybody could do to bring him back. It wasn't like those other times, when the Genesis affect brought him back. No, his brother was gone. The death rocked him, and as he stumbled to answer the door call, he fell.
I'm falling, and how it hurts me so,
You're not there to catch me though.
I'm falling, through an empty space,
All I see in my mind is your face.
I'm falling, through an empty sky,
And you're not here to hear me cry.
Jim wept, as he lay on his floor, remembering the time he and Spock had had to live in the past, while they tried to stop Bones from changing it. The door opened, and as Jim looked up, Bones dropped to his knees beside him. "Jim! What happened?"
I'm falling, and my heart will soon break,
Is there no one's help that I can take?
I'm falling, and no one's here.
All I feel now is my fear.
I'm falling, and there's no end,
No way at all to break this trend.
Bones pulled Jim roughly into his embrace, and tried to soothe him. "Jim I know it hurts. I miss him too." Jim laid his head on his other best friend's shoulder and cried into him. Bones held him and rocked gently, trying to think of something to say.
I'm falling, and these feelings rage inside me,
I've lost my way and can no longer see.
I'm falling, without a chance,
It's like a single lonely dance.
I'm falling, and I can't see the ground,
I can't see as I flip round and round.
Jim finally managed to stop the flow of tears, and as he pulled out of Bone's arms, he looked away. "Bones, why do I miss him so much? He's always in my thoughts, and whenever I feel any pain over his loss, his voice in my head tells me to stop behaving illogically." Jim smiled sadly, and shook his head. "It's like... he's still with me, I just can't touch him, or speak to him." Bones nodded. "Well Jim, I know how you feel. When his katra was in my head I couldn't HELP but think of him."
Jim shoved himself to his feet and limped to the bed, wiping his eyes as he went. Pouring a glass of Romulan Ale for McCoy, he got a glass of water to flush out the burn in his throat. "Is there anything you can give me to stop the pain in my heart?" Bones got to his feet and shook his head, accepting the glass handed to him. "All I can suggest is that you let him live, through your memories. Never forget him, because then it will hurt more."
"I... I feel like I'm falling, without a chance of stopping. Every time I hear him in my mind or memories, my heart jumps. I just can't let go. I can't stop. Bones, there's nothing to catch my fall." Jim Kirk spoke without listening to what Bones had been telling him. Feelings of remorse and shame washed over him, and as he watched McCoy throw back the glass of ale, he stood. "I'm going to the bridge." And without a backwards glance to see if Bones was following him, Jim Kirk walked out of his quarters, to try to start again, to forget, and most of all, to continue.
Ea/n Yeah the ending sucks. If anyone has got a suggestion, just drop me a review, or send me an e-mail at and I'll make the changes.
