This is just basically a written account of Kirk's death scene in Into Darkness. It does have a meaning in the story (it's not like I wrote it solely for the purpose of emphasising the closeness between Kirk and Spock and to rekindle my feels for this scene! Hahahahaha...haha...ha...) I tried to keep it as accurate to the film as possible, but there may be a few little differences (Sorry about that!)

The intercom switched on before Spock could release the tension he so desperately tried to hide.

"Engine room to bridge, do you read me Mr Spock?" It was Scotty.

Upon hearing his voice, Spock's attention veered away from the crew and to the voice over intercom. "Mr Scott."

A shivered inhale from Scotty could be heard through the transmission. "I think you should get down here. And you better hurry."
Those words had Spock's heart stop. What happened? Did something go wrong? Where is...

Before his mind could conjure up any worst-case scenarios, Spock made a run for the engine room. He brushed passed a heavily concerned Nyota as she noticed a flicker of fear on her usually emotionless boyfriend.

Khan had been shot down. The Captain was returned to the ship. The power was back on. What had Scotty's voice so shaken up?

Spock hurried towards Scotty who stood there near the warp core chamber. His face was still.

Spock placed a hand on his shoulder, catching his breath from sprinting his way into the room. His eyes seemed to show emotion where his voice did not.

The head engineer only shook his head as his eyes looked away from Spock's.

Without saying a word, Spock knew what had happened, although he didn't want to believe it.

His body suddenly moved towards the chamber almost automatically as if his actions weren't his own. Thoughts running through his mind clouded his ideals and concepts as his heart pounded in his chest.

As the chamber door came into view, so did a figure from within struggling to crawl towards the door.
It was Jim Kirk.

Spock's face paled as he watched his Captain strain to reach up for the switch to close the door behind him.

Spock looked back to Scotty. "Open it," he demanded.

"The decontamination process is not complete; you'd flood the whole compartment. The door's locked, sir."
Spock fully understood that. In fact, he should have understood before Scotty explained it. But his mind seemed to be only focused on his Captain than any form of logic.

He knelt down to level with the man lying against the glass door on the other side. His painful panting could be heard and his poisoned body was apparent.

When he noticed his commander there, a faint look of relief showed on his exhausted face. "How's our ship?" he managed to release the words from his irradiated lungs.

Spock nodded, struggling to swallow his heart back down his throat. "Out of danger. You saved the crew." With his words whispered only for Kirk to hear, he struggled a corner smile of reassurance.

"You used what he wanted against him," Kirk smiled. "That's a nice move."

Spock shuffled closer to the door. "It was what you would have done."

Kirk managed to escape a weak laugh as he rested his head against the door, still keeping his eyes on Spock who did the same. "And this…This is what you would have done. It was only logical."

The two shared a silent laugh as a pause passed between them.

"I'm scared, Spock."

Spock's eyes looked deeper into Kirk's as those words filled him with a sensation he tried to always avoid.

"Help me not be."

Spock's facade wavered.

"How do you choose not to feel?"

Spock remained fixated on his eyes. "I do not know... Right now I am failing." His eyes suddenly well up as his voice finally cracks.

Noticing the half-Vulcan in front of him – he who showed no emotion suddenly break in front of him – Jim felt something strange inside of him.

The Captain inhaled as much air as his lungs would allow, which wasn't much. "I want you to know why I couldn't let you die. Why I went back for you."

Spock knew the answer without having to hear it for himself. He always knew. It was just he was afraid to admit it; admit the fact he cared, that he felt. "Because you are my friend." A single tear trickled down his left cheek as speaking those simple words only made the feeling stronger and harder to burden.

The two men shared a connecting smile as the stillness of the room and the ship made the moment seem to last for hours. Kirk, barely able to do anything other than see, used the last of his physical strength to slowly and delicately raise his hand up and press his palm to the glass door.

Without missing a beat, Spock raised a Vulcan salute and pressed it against the glass over his captain's frail hand.

Kirk on the other side struggled to reposition his fingers to mimic the salute given to him by his comrade, who had no intention of leaving his side.

For that split moment the two were on equal footing; the same emotion with no attempts to hide any weakness; the same mind track with no opposite ideals or logic; and the same final goodbye.

Kirk's hand slipped off the glass. His eyes lifeless. His lungs empty.

An agonising emotion appeared in Spock's eyes.

Where was the man he had stood by through everything? Where was the man who was so stubborn and proud? Where was his Captain?

Spock felt the mixed emotions fill his heart. Anger, fear, sadness, desperation. Jim Kirk - the one man who was always on the other end of ideals and would never listen or agree with Spock - dead. All he could do was scream…