Meaningful Silences 6/?
Rated: PG-13. May go up later depending on the direction the story takes.
Pairing: K/S (Although nothing explicit.)
A.N.: Takes place before and during 'The Search For Spock', May be somewhat inaccurate due to my foggy memories of the movie, but this was just banging around in my head. This is my first attempt at Star Trek fiction so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
This gets AU from here on out. Although I am not too sure where to take this fic. Oh well, onto the next part.
By His Bedside
As Kirk entered Sickbay, he expected it to be busy, but instead found it unusually silent. Fearing the worst illogically, knowing that McCoy would have alerted him to any downward turn of Spock's condition, this did not stop Kirk from striding hurriedly further in to Sickbay looking for Spock. McCoy was leaning over a console close to Spock's bed working diligently. He didn't notice the captain's entrance until he was practically upon them.
"Any change, Bones?" Kirk asked, trying to keep the irrational fear from his voice. Of course Bones being Bones noticed the tension right away. He looked worriedly at his friend for a few seconds before shaking his thoughts of and answering the question.
"Not really, Captain. I've been running a standard battery of tests since we returned to the Enterprise." McCoy explained. "Besides being two years younger than he was a couple of weeks ago, Spock is in perfect health. I see no reason for him to still be unconscious."
"Sarek mention his katra. If part of it is still in you then perhaps the Vulcans can do something for him once we get there." Kirk mentioned looking down at the sleeping face of his first officer.
Almost without realizing what he was doing Kirk caressed a smooth cheek reverently, only stopping when McCoy cleared his throat, thereby reminding his friend of his continued presence. Kirk quickly removed his hand from Spock's face and clasped it to his chest looking like a naughty schoolboy caught doing something wrong. It didn't escape McCoy's notice that Jim was caressing the inside of his hand where he toughed Spock without seemingly noticing that he was doing so.
"Don't worry about it, Jimboy. I won't mention it to the green blooded hobgoblin when he wakes up." McCoy reassured his friend. "But you may want to talk to him yourself. It's past time you told him don't you think?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Bones." Kirk answered back quickly, straightening his posture slightly, and donning the 'captain's mask' once again. If Kirk thought that was the end of the discussion he was in for a surprise.
"That little trick may work with everyone else, but not on me." McCoy stated. "Now don't you give me that look."
"Bones leave it alone." Kirk growled in exasperation, tightly gripping the side of Spock's bed.
"I will not." Bones answered, glaring at his stubborn captain from across the console.
He moved his chair around so that he was facing his friend, and glared Kirk into submission without saying another word. McCoy was only satisfied when Jim was sitting in the chair opposite him, next to Spock's bedside. Although for the most part, McCoy tried to stay out of his two commanding officers business, they were both his friends and Bones was getting sick of all the pussyfooting around each other.
"You've been an absolute mess these last few weeks, Jim." McCoy started off in an as serious voice as anyone had ever heard from him. "When you thought Spock was dead you shut down completely. You were running on autopilot for weeks. Did you think no one noticed? I had problems of my own as you well know, but I was worried about you. Hell, even Sarek was worried in that none motional Vulcan way he has."
"What's the point to all this Bones?" Kirk asked impatiently. "I know the condition I have been in over the last few weeks I don't need you to remind me."
"Don't you? After all that pain, you'd just let things stand as they were?" McCoy asked, "You love that man, only god knows why, but you do."
"Of course I do. He's my friend."
"Cut the crap, Jim." McCoy hissed. "You are in love with the green-blooded hobgoblin and you know it. Now you may be able to hide all of your love for him once he wakes up, but do you really want to?"
"Bones." Kirk interrupted desperately. "You don't know what you're saying."
"I know exactly what I am saying, Captain." McCoy answered, grasping Kirk's hand strongly. "Are you going to let possible happiness slip away after you are getting a second chance, just because you are scared?"
"It's not so simple as that." Kirk said softly looking at Spock's prone body in fear. "Besides, what if he doesn't wake up?"
"I am ashamed of you, Jimmy. That man is as hardheaded and stubborn as you are. After conquering death do you really think he's going to let a little thing like a coma stop him?" Bones asked incredulously. "I never thought I would see the day when James T. Kirk was afraid to take a risk on anything."
"Damn it, Bones! I can't loose him again." Kirk snarled, his face pale and hands shaking. "You saw what I was like when we thought he was… gone. I couldn't survive it if I pushed him away, after just finding him again."
"Don't you think the choice should be his to make, Jimmy?"
Rated: PG-13. May go up later depending on the direction the story takes.
Pairing: K/S (Although nothing explicit.)
A.N.: Takes place before and during 'The Search For Spock', May be somewhat inaccurate due to my foggy memories of the movie, but this was just banging around in my head. This is my first attempt at Star Trek fiction so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
This gets AU from here on out. Although I am not too sure where to take this fic. Oh well, onto the next part.
By His Bedside
As Kirk entered Sickbay, he expected it to be busy, but instead found it unusually silent. Fearing the worst illogically, knowing that McCoy would have alerted him to any downward turn of Spock's condition, this did not stop Kirk from striding hurriedly further in to Sickbay looking for Spock. McCoy was leaning over a console close to Spock's bed working diligently. He didn't notice the captain's entrance until he was practically upon them.
"Any change, Bones?" Kirk asked, trying to keep the irrational fear from his voice. Of course Bones being Bones noticed the tension right away. He looked worriedly at his friend for a few seconds before shaking his thoughts of and answering the question.
"Not really, Captain. I've been running a standard battery of tests since we returned to the Enterprise." McCoy explained. "Besides being two years younger than he was a couple of weeks ago, Spock is in perfect health. I see no reason for him to still be unconscious."
"Sarek mention his katra. If part of it is still in you then perhaps the Vulcans can do something for him once we get there." Kirk mentioned looking down at the sleeping face of his first officer.
Almost without realizing what he was doing Kirk caressed a smooth cheek reverently, only stopping when McCoy cleared his throat, thereby reminding his friend of his continued presence. Kirk quickly removed his hand from Spock's face and clasped it to his chest looking like a naughty schoolboy caught doing something wrong. It didn't escape McCoy's notice that Jim was caressing the inside of his hand where he toughed Spock without seemingly noticing that he was doing so.
"Don't worry about it, Jimboy. I won't mention it to the green blooded hobgoblin when he wakes up." McCoy reassured his friend. "But you may want to talk to him yourself. It's past time you told him don't you think?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Bones." Kirk answered back quickly, straightening his posture slightly, and donning the 'captain's mask' once again. If Kirk thought that was the end of the discussion he was in for a surprise.
"That little trick may work with everyone else, but not on me." McCoy stated. "Now don't you give me that look."
"Bones leave it alone." Kirk growled in exasperation, tightly gripping the side of Spock's bed.
"I will not." Bones answered, glaring at his stubborn captain from across the console.
He moved his chair around so that he was facing his friend, and glared Kirk into submission without saying another word. McCoy was only satisfied when Jim was sitting in the chair opposite him, next to Spock's bedside. Although for the most part, McCoy tried to stay out of his two commanding officers business, they were both his friends and Bones was getting sick of all the pussyfooting around each other.
"You've been an absolute mess these last few weeks, Jim." McCoy started off in an as serious voice as anyone had ever heard from him. "When you thought Spock was dead you shut down completely. You were running on autopilot for weeks. Did you think no one noticed? I had problems of my own as you well know, but I was worried about you. Hell, even Sarek was worried in that none motional Vulcan way he has."
"What's the point to all this Bones?" Kirk asked impatiently. "I know the condition I have been in over the last few weeks I don't need you to remind me."
"Don't you? After all that pain, you'd just let things stand as they were?" McCoy asked, "You love that man, only god knows why, but you do."
"Of course I do. He's my friend."
"Cut the crap, Jim." McCoy hissed. "You are in love with the green-blooded hobgoblin and you know it. Now you may be able to hide all of your love for him once he wakes up, but do you really want to?"
"Bones." Kirk interrupted desperately. "You don't know what you're saying."
"I know exactly what I am saying, Captain." McCoy answered, grasping Kirk's hand strongly. "Are you going to let possible happiness slip away after you are getting a second chance, just because you are scared?"
"It's not so simple as that." Kirk said softly looking at Spock's prone body in fear. "Besides, what if he doesn't wake up?"
"I am ashamed of you, Jimmy. That man is as hardheaded and stubborn as you are. After conquering death do you really think he's going to let a little thing like a coma stop him?" Bones asked incredulously. "I never thought I would see the day when James T. Kirk was afraid to take a risk on anything."
"Damn it, Bones! I can't loose him again." Kirk snarled, his face pale and hands shaking. "You saw what I was like when we thought he was… gone. I couldn't survive it if I pushed him away, after just finding him again."
"Don't you think the choice should be his to make, Jimmy?"