Knocking on Heaven's Door
Chapter 1) I Feel Like I'm Knocking on Heaven's door

A/N: I'm absolutely speechless. The prologue was so well received and I didn't expect it at all to be honest. Thank you so much, really you guys are an inspiration! Here we go, a review would be nice and enjoy!

The blood pounding in her ears tuned out every other sound from the clashing of the water to her uneven breathing. She didn't feel the throbbing pain in her shoulder nor the tears running down her cheeks.

She counted: "Twenty-nine, thirty!" She sucked in a breath before placing her lips on Jim's, pinching his nose shut. It had been ten minutes already, but she wasn't giving up.

Jaylah had found a way to stop the bleeding, using some material from her own cloths as well as tape she had tucked away in her bag. It had held but getting Jim's heart working again was something entirely different.

CPR was by far outdated, but she had no other choice. It was this or dying. During her second round of chest compressions she'd felt some ribs crack under the continuing pressure, shuddering when the sound reached her ears.

At the moment she was using her whole weight; It wouldn't matter anyhow.

"Come on…" She began her fourth round of compressions, sweat dripping down her skin mixed with droplets of water. "I… cannot… survive this… without… you!" A sob escaped her lips as she pressed down once again, applying more and more force.

The continuing performing of CPR was draining her and the stress of having yet another life on her hands was becoming too much. She'd lost her family already, she couldn't lose her captain.

Pressing her lips once again against Jim's, a sob reckoned her body.

Sitting back she covered her mouth with her hand. "I am sorry, James T!" She whispered, fingers curling into a fist. "I have failed you."

"Spock to bridge. Spock to bridge." His head shot up at Uhura's voice that came through the ship wide communication system. He wondered why she hadn't send him a private message. He grabbed his communicator flipping it open. "Spock to bridge. Have you found them, Nyota?"

The small pause on the other side of the line confirmed the feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"We have scanned every possible sector. Still no sign of them. Ensign Watson has gathered a group of volunteers who're willing to go explore. Everyone on the Bridge is coming too, the Beta-shift will take over. You coming with us?"

Spock swallowed, frowning at the small piece of electronica. "Nyota, I am enlisted as acting captain. It would not be logical for me to leave the ship."

"Make someone else acting captain then!" She had never sounded so harsh. At least not directed towards him. "Lieutenant-"

"Spock, we don't care if you push logic aside for once. Kirk's off the ship with you more often than he's on it. Make someone your first officer and leave with us. Your Vulcan strength will be of great use when we find them! Kirk's hurt, he'll need you there. Just come with us!" Spock's lips parted to answer but he didn't seem to find the right words so closed them once again.

Uhura sighed on the other side of the line: "We're in the transporter room in five." The line was cut off.

Spock closed his communicator, pocketing it once again.

With the green shirt still in his hands, he looked up at the mirror hanging at the opposite wall.

His cheeks were wet, looking slightly green. He went with the shirt over his face, before laying it on the bed.

To state it the way Jim does; Spock held his head up high: "Screw logic!"

Jaylah didn't know when she had moved from her sitting position, but she definitely did. As her fist collided with her captain's chest for the second time it finally caused movement.

Jim sucked in a harsh breath, his lungs burning.

"You will be alright, James T.!" Jaylah said, helping him on his side so the water could leave his mouth. She rubbed his back as soothingly as she could muster at the time. Coughs reckoned the captain's body, his face red from the exertion.
Jaylah laughed silently, hope downing over her. She saved him… Everything was going to be okay now her captain was back with her.

"Jay- Jaylah? What happened?" Jim demanded, his throat feeling raw. He pushed himself up on his elbows trying to sit up, but he regretted it immediately. A small cry came from his cracked lips as he let himself fall back on the hard ground.

"I might have broken a few ribs while resurrecting you, James T.." Jaylah said in a small voice feeling slightly guilty that she had caused him this much pain.
Jim-face plastered in shock-could barely find his voice. "Resurrecting me… What happened? Where are we and where are the others?"

Jaylah maneuvered herself against the wall next to Jim's head. The throbbing in her arm registering only now as she held it with her right hand.
"We were on that mission. They attacked us and you saved me. We fell into this river," Her head nudged in the direction of the streaming water. Jim being utterly lost, shook his head ever so slightly. He hadn't even heard the running water. "You died, James T., and I brought you back."

Jim's eyes scanned the surroundings, making small notes in his head on the current situation. It was coming back to him. Seeing the red-skinned alien aim for his ensign, him without thinking throwing himself in front of her, her scared expression before feeling like he fell into the deepest parts of the planet, the harsh sounds of Pike and Spock and Bones yelling at him for not being good enough, sobs entering his mind before his senses kicked back in…
The latter being Jaylah's last minute desperate move to bring him back to the land of the living.

He felt a hand in his hair toying with the wet blond strands. He reached out to grab her wrist halting her movements.
Afraid she'd crossed a line, Jaylah tried to pull back but Jim wouldn't let her. Instead his grip loosened, hand sliding down from her wrist, those long fingers caressing her palm ever so lightly before taking a hold of her own.

Blue met hazel as a small smile formed on his lips. "Thank you, Jaylah." She couldn't help but mirror that beautiful smile.

"He's not coming." Sulu said, while setting his phaser to stun. "You can beam us down Scotty." Uhura took a step towards the group of men. "He'll be here. Let's wait a few more minutes."
A grumble came from behind her: "Like hell he's coming! That hobgoblin cares more about the rules than he does about Jim. There's no way he's breaking them today."

Ensign Neve Watson couldn't help but chuckle. "I would reconsider your words, Leonard." She pointed at the door nonchalantly were Spock stood.

"Correct, Miss Watson. I have decided that I am beaming down with the volunteers and stay in my position as acting captain." His head turned to the flustered chief-medical beside him. "You are incorrect, Doctor. I care a lot about our captain. If the past did not clarify that by now I think you simply do not want to see it." A gasp came from the surrounding crew, but Spock simply ignored them.

"Mister Scott, care to beam us down?" The Scotsman shook his head. "Not at all, Sir."

The group of volunteers took place on the pads. "Energize."

To be continued…