Title: Saving Me

Pairing: Spock/Kirk, side Uhura/Scotty

Warnings: Slash, mano-a-mano, and prolly some far fetched ideas...

AN: So, sorry for that little delay there before. I was kinda going through writers block... um sorry. There comes a time in every authors life when they hate what they are writing, and I hit it... twice... in the same week. Moving on, I am now confined to my home because of some severe pink eye (thank you anti-bodies) so I'm prolly going to be writing more. You're welcome.


Heaven's gates won't open up for me

With these broken wings I'm falling

And all I see is you

"I see death," he repeated to her, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"I see Vulcan," replied Enma, rolling her own eyes. "You sound like a broken record." She walked forward, turning on her heel gracefully and sat at the edge of the bed. She turned to him, his eyes down cast in thought. Sighing she reached out to his arm, "Spock, why don't I start from the beginning, hmm?"

Spock thought for a moment, before nodding, not trusting his voice.

"The moment that I died, I found myself standing next to my bed... and my body. It was a shock, but somehow not as scary as people would have thought. It was sort of comforting to know that my death was actually serene. And, I didn't know what to do, where to go. Back then we believed in the underworld, where there were seven different places to go after you died. But, I didn't really want to go there, or any other place really. I had no one, everyone whom I had loved had died and gone to their after life. So, I wandered. Time moves differently when you are dead. Hours to the dead are actually months and years. After felt like only ten years, I later found nearly three hundred had past. And after another three hundred I finally met another reaper."

Spock chose to not say anything while she was talking, though questions were forming in his head. What did she do during the time? Did she ever miss human contact? What was it like to wander around searching for someone like her?

"His name was Styx, appropriately, and he told me that I was both death and a conqueror of death. I was going to forever wander the universe, searching and seeking until I found the people whom I was supposed to reap for. The moment they were born I would be brought to them, and be given the list." She smiled, "I simply had to wait."

Spock raised a brow. "You had to wait nearly two and a half thousand years for your assignment?"

"Yes," she said, smiling proudly, "It wasn't as bad as you think, I just observed until my time was called." Enma leaned forward, "But now is the time to explain about you. You are-"

"Spock!" came a voice from out side his door. It was Jim.