A/N: Okay I never imagined such a big a reaction to this story, and I must apologize since it's been basically a year since I've updated this story... That's my fault, I kind of slided away from the Star Trek fandom and this pairing, and I returned due to the big response I've been getting on this story - so thank you all who commented and who merely read the story and added it to their alerts/favorites!
A chime-like noise echoed throughout the silent room, and Spock almost winced visibly as he gently let go of his mate to check his data-pad for a new message.
It was a simple message from Uhura saying that Starfleet just needed a few brief moments of his time to go over recent events...
Starfleet had been, remarkably, understanding after the current situation at hand, and had given the Enterprise - mostly Jim - two whole weeks to recover,
Though, Spock wasn't sure if his mate would recover in merely two weeks; especially when he barely acknowledged anybody, let alone his own lover.
Spock turned back to the bed, observing the setting suns' light wash over Jim - bathing him in a golden light. Jim sniffled a bit against the pillow his head lay on, but otherwise didn't seem aware of Spock sitting back down on the bed and watching him closely.
A warm hand touched his shoulder and squeezed gently, but Jim continued to gaze out - seemly nowhere - upon New Vulcan's landscape, beyond the opened doors that led to a small balcony on Spock's father's - Sarek's - estate.
Spock was eternally grateful for having Dr. McCoy agree to transfer his mate down to his father's villa. It would, hopefully, aid comfort to Jim instead of feeling like he was being trapped on the Enterprise...
But it had been nearly four days since Jim had found out about the loss of their child, and though his mind ached with the pain of loss and regret, the captain had become quite numb.
Spock didn't like the silent treatment, and would whisper words of endearment to his T'hy'la; hoping for a reaction of some kind, but the only answering reaction he got was a sniffle, sometimes tears, and the ever growing silence that surrounded the two lovers...
Spock sighed against the shoulder of his mate, and ran two extended fingers up and down the right hand of his lover. Jim mumbled a bit, but repeated the gesture back which caused the Vulcan to exhale in relief.
"I'm needed on the Enterprise, ashayam."
Jim's eyes blinked, but he didn't respond so Spock continued. "I won't be gone long," A kiss was presented against the junction of his neck, and Jim sighed against the motion. "T'hy'la..."
Once Spock had left, Jim had risen to a seated position on the bed. He ran a hand through his hair, and swallowed thickly. The face of his child flashed before his eyes and the starship captain found himself chewing on his bottom lip in frustration. A copper like taste filled his mouth, and Jim frowned at realizing that he had bit a gash onto his lip.
Dabbing the blood away, Jim rose to his feet and made his way onto the balcony. New Vulcan was cooling as night was approaching, and Jim couldn't help but remember that the sky looked exactly like this the day that...
"Stop!" Jim yelled out loud, his voice hoarse from the lack of use.
His memories abided, for the time, and Jim's hand rested on the railing of the balcony. His head hurt, and oddly enough, so did his heart.
"I need to go back there," the captain whispered, peeling himself away from the railing and back into the safety of the bedroom where he attained a pair of boots.
Not caring about his appearance, the silky pajama top and bottoms would do for now, Jim carefully made his way out of the house...
A voice echoed within the captain's mind, objecting to the idea of returning to the cliffs where Sybok had shoved him and the rupture that had occurred due to the effect of thatshove...
"I don't care!" Jim shouted at himself, turning a corner and almost falling down. His body heaved heavily, and his hands shook. He had arrived at his destination, but his body was already tired out.
Circling the rocky cliffs, Jim's body stood stock-still as he found the one shelf of rock that was protruding out from the rocky wall, creating an almost perfect seat to sit on.
Jim ran his hands along the curve of the shelf before sitting down on it and watching the suns slowly dip lower.
"The last time I was here, you were alive," Jim whispered, his hands stroking his stomach. A few tears slid down his face and splattered the dry sand beneath.
A rock tumbled behind him, and the Starfleet captain quickly glanced over his shoulder. His eyes widened and he hastily began to wipe the tears away, creating lines of dirt along his face.
"I didn't mean to startle you, Captain Kirk," Sybok said, edging his way closer to the human. The scent of salty water reached the Vulcan's nose and Sybok curiously studied the human before him.
"Have you been crying, Jim?"
Jim bit his tongue. His name sounded dirty when Sybok said it.
"No," He said as sharply as he could.
"I heard what happened," Sybok said, mocking a Vulcan apology while his eyes somewhat devoured the image of the human in front of him. "I'm deeply sorry, and wish to make am-"
"Are you?" Jim asked, cutting the Vulcan off. The captain stood to his feet and glared at Sybok. He staggered a bit, but regained his balance and pushed past the Vulcan. "If you're really sorry, you'll make your amends by staying the hell away from me and Spock!"
Jim didn't wait for a reply. His body felt drained and he wanted to return back to Sarek's house, and curl beneath the covers while waiting for Spock to arrive back from the Enterprise.
An arm surged forward and wrapped itself along Jim's midsection, pulling the captain against a bulky form. A nose nuzzled against the back of his neck, and a hand trailed up and around Jim's body.
Jim blanched, and wriggled his body in an attempt to dislodge Sybok's arms, but the Vulcan merely growled and shoved Jim to the ground.
Jim began gasping as his back hit the ground hard, but he fought through the pain and began turning himself over, desperate to escape.
A body draped itself over-top of his own, and Sybok's voice whispered against the shell of his left ear, "Struggling just makes it more interesting, Jim."
Jim flung his right elbow back, hoping to jab the Vulcan off of him, but Sybok blocked his attack and laughed as he leaned all his weight upon Jim's back, keeping the human in place.
Sharp rips were heard in the semi-dark of the night, and Jim wriggled as much as he could but the presence could still be felt. The Starfleet captain's hands gripped the grainy sand for comfort as the Vulcan pinned him down.
Sybok's hips began a rhythm of their own accord and Jim felt tears falling from his eyes. Two hot hands clasped his own, and mouth bit at the junction of his neck, the exact place that Spock had kissed before leaving...
Sybok grunted and growled, and occasionally spoke in Vulcan, but he surprised Jim by addressing him in Standard. "I'm better than him, aren't I?"
"No!" Jim shouted, finding the flare within himself to fight back, even if his entire body was trapped.
Sybok growled and bit down upon Jim's shoulder causing the human to yell out in pain.
Gasping against the sensations, and as another bite was ensued upon his flesh, Jim could only think one thing: I'm sorry Spock...
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