A/N: A Follow up to Ad Infinitum. You can find the first one on my profile page.
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Sometimes, no matter how much you want for things to happen all you can do is wait. And usually waiting is the hardest part.
- Unknown
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
A steady rhythm.
A steady breath.
The rise and fall of his chest.
Eyes still closed.
Fluttering underneath his eyelids.
She sits there.
Not leaving his side unless absolutely necessary.
Waiting.
Always waiting.
Waiting for a signal.
A sign.
Something.
Anything.
To tell her that he will wake up soon.
McCoy tells her it will take time.
Time for the serum to work.
To heal his broken body.
So she stays.
Day after day.
Night after night.
Hour by hour.
Minute by minute.
Other come to see him.
Uhura.
Scotty.
Chekov.
Sulu.
And Spock.
Always Spock.
He is there almost as much as she.
Waiting silently.
Watching.
The friendship forged between Captain and First Officer.
Forged through pain.
Anger.
Sadness.
But also hope.
Always hope.
All three of them became a single unit.
A pillar of strength.
But he.
He was the glue.
He was the one who kept the three of them together despite the differences.
But without him.
They can't even dream of it.
The ship.
The Enterprise
It would never be the same.
Not without her proper Captain.
Spock comes in again.
Uniform crisp and clean as always.
Hat under his arm.
They stare at each other for a moment.
Neither speaking.
An unspoken agreement between them.
So they wait together.
Filling time with comfortable silence.
Her holding his hand.
Lightly rubbing the top of his skin with her thumb.
Spock sitting idle by the window.
Staring out into space.
But he's thinking.
Always thinking.
It was the Vulcan way.
And it had become his way of coping.
Soon.
It has to be soon.
Please.
Come back to her.
Minutes pass.
Silence.
Occasional nurse visits to check his vitals.
Still no change.
Still no Captain.
But soon she keeps saying.
Soon.
McCoy comes in for his round.
Sees them sitting there still.
He tells them to go get food.
Or at least some rest.
But Spock and her decline.
They need to stay here.
For him.
For their Captain.
McCoy grumbles in annoyance but takes notes down on his PAAD.
His face in a frown.
But then.
Something changes.
Something grabs his attention.
She looks up at him.
Questioning gaze.
What is it?
What is different?
But then.
Then she feels it.
Shifting.
An intake of breath.
The once loose hand of her captain tightens around her own.
They hold their breath.
Watching.
Waiting.
Eyes flutter.
Spock stands.
McCoy watches his vitals.
She holds her breath and stares.
Pure blue eyes revealed.
Confusion and grogginess.
A groan.
He speaks.
His tone whiny.
She smiles.
There he was.
McCoy rolls his eyes.
Makes a comment about him being barely dead.
She knows its just to hide his relief and happiness.
One more comment.
McCoy leaves.
Spock and her the only ones left.
Spock is the first to speak.
They share a conversation worth more than anything else.
And then.
His eyes land on her.
And their intertwined hands.
Her heart flutters.
They stare at each other.
Spock steps back.
They have privacy.
I thought I lost you
she speaks.
I never left your side.
I know.
He answers with a small smile.
I heard you the entire time.
Tears swell up in her eyes.
He was back.
Their captain.
Their friend.
Her captain.
Her confidant.
Her better half.
He was back.
He was back.