Star Trek: The Final Voyage of the U.S.S. Enterprise

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"Seven hours, Captain. That's all I will allow. Then," He paused, chuckling softly and grinning. "Boom." Kirk sighed, releasing the arm of his chair from his tight grip. The image faded and he looked over to McCoy, eyes tired more than anything. He rubbed his temples as he thought. 

"Sulu, cut off the engines." He nodded, doing so. Captain kirk stood, walking over to Uhura with sad eyes. "You are relieved from your duties, Uhura." 

"Y- Yes, Captain." She gave Spock one last, lingering look before walking off of the bridge. Spock stood, feet quick to move over to the Captain before he could relieve anyone else. 

"What are you doing, Captain?" He asked plainly. "That was a most illogical action to take." 

"Mr. Spock, I know what I'm doing. Go back to your post."

"I wasn't doing anything important and I demand an answer." 

"You are not demanding anything."

"Why did you-"

"I did it because I want her to phone her family, tell them she loves them because we are not going home, we are not getting out of this. They will not reason with us and we cannot force them to do anything or else they will kill us sooner, so I would suggest you let me do my job before you run out of time to do so yourself. You are relieved, Lieutenant." Kirk interrupted, voice soft, but very harsh in tone. Spock didn't want it, he couldn't, but he knew they weren't getting out of this. He let himself be hurt. He let the emotions flood him for however long they would last because this was the end, and if the captain was going down in disgrace and self-pity, so was he. 

"But, Captain-"

"Spock, please." His voice trembled and he stared at him intensely. Spock took a step closer, letting the emotion show through his eyes, feeling overly-embarassed but keeping to himself.

"I don't have anyone to "phone," Captain. It would be most logical for me to stay here and continue carrying out my duties rather than wonder around the ship." Kirk's face hardened, flushing with anger. Spock braced himself.

"I'm sick of your damn logic, Spock! There is no logical way to do anything anymore!" His voice became desperate, distinguished and growled. "We have lost. Can't you see?" He shook Spock's shoulders. "We're all going to die, by my command, and there isn't anything we can do. Nothing!" All eyes were locked on the captain. They were full of lost hope and the realization that this was it, this was how it ended. He calmed down, taking a deep breath and looking back at Spock. "You can, stay. If that is your dying wish, I suppose that would be alright." He said quietly, not able to look anywhere but his Starfleet pin. 

"I find your depressing attitude rather unnecessary, Captain." 

"That's great, Spock." He replied, turning to his chair. Spock went back to his post. The bridge was horrifically silent. "Captain's log; star date 34.27.08- This is my final log, and I'm most displeased to say that this may not even survive the blast. We have lost against the enemy, and we are not in any position to think otherwise. I will slowly be relieving each crew member in the final seven hours they have given us. I'm going to miss this. Kirk out." His voice was shaky, he let his chin down, unable to look anyone in the eyes.

"Captain, meet me in the conference room." Spock said hurriedly, pressing all kinds of buttons and storming off.

Kirk walked over to Sulu, put his hands on his shoulders and said quietly, "Sulu, you are relieved."

"Yes, Captain." He said calmly, standing up and turning toward him. "Thank you, Captain. It has been a pleasure." They shook hands, which turned into a hug. Sulu left, and Kirk followed, but stopped at the conference room. He stepped in the cold room, arms hugging each other behind his back. Spock sat in one of the chairs, his fingers tracing the buttons on the box that sat on the table before him. He looked up at him, standing and walking over to him. 

"Yes, Spock. What is it?" Spock pulled Kirk into a hug, arms wrapping tightly around his back. Jim as frozen, arm closing around the taller man's back awkwardly. "Spock, what are you doing?" Spock looked down at him, a small smile pulling on his lips. 

"All my life I have hidden and buried the human part of me. And right now I realize that this may be my only chance to... know what it's like." 

"Strictly curiosity?" He joked, but it fell flat and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. 

"I am ashamed to admit that I not only am doing this by my own will," there was a pause, Spock's voice caught in his throat. "But also for you." Jim looked up at him, utterly surprised. 

"Spock, what do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm showing my human emotions for you. I'm going down with you." Spock pulled him closer, their lips hovering over one anothers.

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Fin