"Take to the right, I'll go left" Kirk ordered Spock with a brief nod and a hand on his shoulder. Their opposition, the Klingon soldiers, roared angrily from across the battlefield, raising their guns and blades above their heads in burning violence. The Enterprise wasn't expecting this attack, they were unprepared…
Spock sprinted down the right side of the battlefield, explosives and gunfire echoing all around him, a Federation cadet was shot down to the ground inches from where he ran, dead before he hit the floor. But Spock didn't stop for the dead; he had his target in his sights, one of the major Klingon commanders, his back to the Vulcan, unaware of the danger hurtling towards him. Spock drew the blade from his belt…but stopped - A woman's scream, on the other side of the field, has ceased his attack; he knew that voice, even in the contorted tone of fear. He turned to see the thing he was dreading – Nyota had been thrown to the ground, a Klingon stood above her, his sword about his head, his eyes burning with the anticipation of murder.
Spock tore across the battlefield, his blade glinted ominously in the moonlight before he threw himself at the Klingon, an arm around his throat, and plunged the dagger into his back. The Klingon collapsed to the floor with a shriek of pain, before going limp and dropping his sword to the ground beside his dead body. Nyota screamed again, pointing over the Vulcan's shoulder. "Spock!" She yelled, but her efforts were in vain – as Spock turned, another Klingon bolted towards him, and the next second, pain shot through Spock's body. The Klingon smiled in triumph as Spock dropped to his knees, his hand rested uselessly on the hilt of the blade that now stuck in his chest with blank shock. Nyota's sobbed rang through the air, and the world turned silent. From a distance, Kirk and McCoy froze where they stood, gazing at Spock in disbelieving grief. A passing bullet sailed through the air, and the Klingon collapsed to the ground, but nobody really paid attention, the image of Spock, with his uniform soaked with his own blood, and that sudden-shock expression on his face, was enough to stop all those around him. Kirk and McCoy ran over, dropping to the knees next to their friend.
"Spock…" Kirk breathed slowly, as if this was too much for him to process.
Nyota dragged herself over the ground, and kneeled in front of her husband, her face level with his. Spock reached out a hand and placed his fingers in the mind meld on her face before he closed his eyes, and shared all his memories with her; all the heartbreaks, all those moments of rejoicing, every embrace, every kiss, everything he felt for her, everything he said, and the things he didn't even need to say. Nyota gazed into his eyes, grief consuming her. "Spock…" She went to talk, but the Vulcan stopped her.
"Nyota Uhura, my T'hy'la, my Aduna, my one light…" He breathed, his voice breaking in pain "I love you"
Tears flooded down Nyota's face, she held Spock close to her, hands clutching his clothes, swearing to herself never to let go. Spock smiled peacefully at her, before closing his eyes.
"Spock?"
"Yes, my love?"
"I had a bad dream"
"Do not worry, my T'hy'la, I am here"
"I love you"
"As do I"