Love Means Living And Dying
Disclaimer:If I owned them, would anyone have cause to doubt that Kirk and Spock were in love?
A/N:Well, um...wow. My second post, my first series....wow. Okay, well, this is going to be a K/S fic, eventually. It's going to be fairly slow-building, going through the stages of them building a relationship. And as such, I will be going through the Reboot film. If you haven't seen it, I would advise that you do that before reading this, because I'm not typing it ALL up—let's face it; that would be boring, but enough that, hopefully, if you haven't seen it, you won't get lost. I will probably make references to TOS(because it is too awesome not to) and if you get them, that's great, cookies for you. If you don't, no big deal, but, shame on you for not watching!
There will be language, mild sexual content(at some point), angst, and violence. It won't get explicit, because quite frankly, I'd be too embarrassed. Though I seem to have no problems reading it... But if any of these things bother you, don't read.
And so we go...
Prologue: Let That Be Your Last Battlefield
"I'm not…gonna be there." When she heard her husband speak those words, Winona Kirk knew he didn't just mean there for the birth.
He wasn't going to be there…indefinitely.
"What is it?" he asked. She could hear the tears he was holding back in his voice.
"It's a boy," she answered tremulously, gazing at her son, a buoyant light in the anguish swirling in her mind.
"A boy?" He huffed out a short, breathless laugh. "Tell me about him."
"He's beautiful," she said wonderingly. "Oh, George, you should be here…"
"What are we gonna call him?"
"Umm…" She stroked her baby's tiny hand. "We could name him after your father," she suggested.
Her husband laughed again. "Tiberius, are you kidding me?" His voice was even thicker now. "No, that's the worst. Let's name him after your dad, l-let's call him Jim."
"Jim…okay…Jim it is," she agreed quietly.
"Sweetheart, can you hear me?" His voice was panicked.
Her 'yes' was almost lost in her sob.
"I love you so much," he told her desperately.
"I love-" And his voice was lost in the sound of the explosion coming through the communicator, and then—nothing.
Winona shook and tears streamed down her cheeks. She clutched the bundle in her arms to her tightly as she stared out the window at the flaming explosion that was her husband's last battlefield. He wasn't going to be there. He wouldn't be there on Jim's first birthday. When they got back to Earth and introduced Jim to his big brother. On Jim's first day of school. As his sons became men. When they graduated high school. To see them go to college or join Starfleet, on their wedding days, when his grandchildren were born…. He wasn't going to be there. He was never going to be there again.
She held her newborn son close as she sobbed.
He wasn't going to be there.
A/N: I humbly beg you to review. I welcome both compliments and constructive criticism. As always, flaming will be ignored.
