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Stardate: March 22nd, 2252 (Julia's POV)
My sleep was peaceful for a long time. For a while, I was at peace in my sleep. I was warm, and safe and comfortable. Until, that is, the dreams started. They were weirdly familiar, as if I was experiencing memories rather than dreams…
I was standing on the U.S.S. Valient's, bridge. I was the first officer and I was freaking out. There was a huge ship, one that looked ugly and evil, and it was firing at my ship. And I knew that we had no chance against it.
Our shields went first, and then the engines. Meanwhile, the bridge was slowly losing power. We barely had control over our own ship because of all the hits we were taking. With a realization, I knew what I had to do. Before any more of the power could be siphoned off of the bridge, I pressed the button to detach the two parts of the ship.
After it separated, I took the pilot's seat, pushing out a now dead body. I manually drove my ship towards the other one, dodging the laser blasts like a pro.
As I approached the ship, I saw the Enterprise come out to my left. They tried to hail me, but I was busy piloting. Glancing around the bridge, I saw that there were one or two others who could hit the 'receive hail' button.
"Hey!" I said to one of the crew. He was sitting there, staring dumbfounded at the ship ahead of us. "Accept the hail, please." He blinked, looked at me and then nodded and got up to press the button.
Christopher Pike was visible on the screen, as well as Spock and Jim in the background. Spock was at his science station, but his attention was on the screen. Pike looked very stressed and confused.
"Julia, what happened out there?" He asked. I glanced at the sensors on my screen. The large ship wasn't firing on anybody right now, I could risk looking at the video feed. For now.
"I don't know, sir," I started, the shock of everything now kicking in. I wanted to panic, to cry and scream for all the people who had just died. But now wasn't the time nor place for such a show of emotion. "When we arrived we were shot at by the…"
I stopped when my sensor screen started to blink again. Swearing, my fingers flew over the screen, and I tried to maneuver the ship away from the new weapon pointed at me. I was unable to dodge it, however, and an explosion hit the ship. My sensors exploded in flash of sparks, and my hands were singed.
"Julliana!" I heard Spock cry out. He was not closer to the screen, his face showing worry for me. "Captain, request to beam aboard and -"
"Request denied, Spock," Pike replied firmly. At a look from Spock, he shrugged his shoulders in defeat. "I'm sorry, Spock, but…"
"Captain, someone's using the transporter." Someone said from behind the captain. Spock glanced at the man, clearly wondering who was quicker than himself.
"What? Who's stupid enough to do that?" Pike glanced back at the man, and he looked at Pike with face that said 'who do you think?' I knew who it was before Pike even turned.
"Jim..." I said quietly to myself. The screen was beginning to blink, and I knew that power was going to go out soon. I was still in my seat, my hands stinging and burning from my wounds. With the last ounces of my strength, I maneuvered the last remains of my ship to go for whatever the machine pointing down at Vulcan was. It looked like a drill, but whatever it was, I planned on stopping it.
As I laid in the directions, my hands began to bleed. I had aggravated the wounds and they were now bleeding. Wincing, I made sure the ship was set to keep heading towards the drill, even if it was destroyed in the process.
As I finished up the process, Spock watched me carefully on screen. And I was painfully reminded of the story my mother told Jim and I when we were younger. The one about our father dying so that we could live. With a small smile, I turned to look at Spock.
"I love you, Spock." I said, as my ship made its was, with gaining speed, towards the drill thing. As it did, Spock tried to speak, but the video feed was fading, and I could no longer hear anything he said. With a sad smile, I watched him talk, and tried to tell him I couldn't hear him. I don't know if he understood or not, but he stopped talking, and just looked at me.
A tear fell down my face, and a hand came to my shoulder. I knew who it was. Jim Kirk, my twin brother. Glancing up at him, I gave him a small smile. His face was serious as he tried to unstrap me. I put a hand on his and shook my head.
"I can save you, Jules. I can get you off this deathtrap before it hits the drill thingy," I shook my head, tears streaming down my face faster now.
"I can't, Jim," I turned and gestured to the controls. "They need to be manually held in order for the ship to maintain course. The power's going to go out soon, and someone needs to steer."
"I can steer, and you can get to safety," I shook my head again. Jim grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in the eye. "If you don't get off this ship - I swear I'll drag you there myself."
I shook my head again, my body was feeling tired, longing for rest. My voice cracking, I turned to Jim and spoke quietly to him.
"It's too late, James," He blinked at my use of his whole name. I only ever called him James under extenuating circumstances. "I"ve been wounded so badly, I'd die before you got me to sickbay. I'm sorry, Jim, but that's the hand fate has dealt me."
"You should have had a better life," He stated, coming to sit beside me.
"And so should you." I pushed him as best as I could away from me, but I was so weak that I merely tapped him.
"I go where you go," He cracked his signature Jim smile at me, "It's a twin thing."
"Yeah, yeah." I muttered turning back to the screen. Trust my brother to make a joke even in these circumstances. Looking back at the screen, I saw Spock watching me still, tears coming down his face. I saluted him with my hand parted the vulcan way. He copied the movement, and through the bond we shared since we'd gotten married 3 years ago, he spoke his last words to me.
*You are my one true love, and I will always remember you and keep you within my heart.* I smiled sadly back at him, and spoke back with him.
*And I will keep your love in my heart, and even in death -*
My response was cut off when a torpedo sped towards the Enterprise, and made a perfect hit to the bridge. With a jerk, I felt Spock's life end quickly. My voice stuck in my throat, my thoughts finishing in my empty head. The picture on screen disrupted suddenly.
Staring at the now empty screen, out into space. That was where Spock was, cold and dead, undeserving of this kind of death. Eyes tearing up, I gripped the edges of my seat and screamed.
"NNNNNOOOOOO!" I screamed out, my hands reaching to grab air. With a jerk, my body moved off the bed and to the right, falling to the floor. My body hit the floor hard, and my breath was knocked out of me. Disoriented, I looked around the room frantically. I wasn't on a ship, I was in a hospital room, with an empty bed.
Memories from the past few days suddenly slammed back into my mind. Blinking, I slowly lifted myself up, it felt like I had bruised my tailbone, as well as most of my back. Looking at the bed, I saw that Spock was gone. A quick look around the room told me that he was not there.
"Spock?" I whispered, standing up straighter and glancing around. I was beginning to panic. Where was he? "Spock! Spock, where are you?"
I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I wanted to curl myself up in a ball and cry out till he came back. But what if he didn't come back? Why wasn't he here? Running to the door leading to the rest of the hospital, I poked my head out, looking both ways for him. I didn't see him, not his hair, his ears, or his silhouette.
When a hand touched my shoulder I nearly jumped out of my skin, and turned rapidly to see who it was. Spock was looking quizzically at me. Spock! He was there and alive and not dead. Tears were running down my face as I looked at him.
"Are you well, Julia?" I smiled when he used my nickname, and I moved my hands up to cup his chin. I had to be sure he was real, not some figment of my imagination. My hands felt his face, his chin, his soft hair, and his pointed ears. His hands went to grab mine, holding them.
He looked into my eyes, and I could feel him prodding my memories, feeling for what had made me so anxious. His eyes widened as he found the memory - or whatever it was. He moved a hand to brush over my hair, like he was being sure I was also there.
"You see, now, why I was so scared when I couldn't find you," I managed to say, tears still falling down my face. "I thought it was real, or that it was a premonition of things to come." He moved a hand to wipe my tears away, and I found myself sobbing a little.
"Sshh," Spock said, pulling my head to his. Our foreheads were up against one another, and I could feel him there with me. The heat of skin against mine. "I am alive, and I shall always remain by your side."
"I don't want to lose you," I said, hugging him close. His arms did the same, enveloping me in a casing of safeness. When I was in his arms, as now; ; When he held me like this, I felt as if nothing could harm us. "I don't even want to think of leaving you alone."
"That is illogical, as I would have need to relieve myself daily," Spock said, and I couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Not what I meant," I said, snuggling my head into his shoulder. He put his lips on top of my head.
"Please explain,"
"I meant that I want to wake up with you," I said, pulling back to look in his eyes. "I want to spend every moment I can with you."
"I feel the same way," He said, allowing a small smile. "But, did you not tell me that you wished to wait till we wed before we sleep in the same room together?"
"Maybe we can bend the rules a little, considering the circumstances," I reached up on tiptoe and kissed him gently on the lips. He kissed back with a hidden passion that I could not see. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled back. "We are engaged, after all."
"Indeed," He said, pulling me in for another kiss. I leaned in to happily, and out lips were about to touch when someone interrupted out moment.
"This is a hospital, not a lover's suite!" Dr. McCoy shouted from outside the door. With a jump, the two of us pulled apart. Frowning, the two of us glared at Dr. McCoy.
"Doctor," Spock asked, releasing him from my grasp. "May I inquire as to your outburst?"
"You were making out in view of all the patients and staff of the hospital," McCoy said, "And after I told you to keep your hands off one another."
"That's not what you said," I interrupted before Spock could say anything. "You just said not to do anything strenuous."
"Same difference," McCoy said grumpily. He pointed back at the bed in the room. "Now get your green vulcan butt back in bed before I force you too!" Spock glanced at me, and at my nod, he moved away from the door to get into bed. As he did, I realized he was in a hospital gown, and his backside was just barely visible. Blushing, I swiftly looked the other way.
McCoy saw me doing so, and raised an eyebrow. He smirked a little when he realized I must have never seen him without his clothes on.
"I take it you haven't showered with him yet?" He asked quietly. Blushing brighter red, I folded my arms across my chest and glared at him.
"Shut up." Chuckling, he made his way out of the room. I watched him as he left, glaring at him. He merely winked as he left, and I turned back to look at Spock. He was waiting for me in the hospital bed. With a little smile, I went to join him, content to cuddle with him.
Thanks for reading! This is last chapter that'll be taking place completely in the hospital, next chapter Spock and Julia leave for the academy. Oh, and Julia finally decides to call Jim and chew him out for not showing up to meet his soon-to-be brother-in-law.