I'll Save You - Spirk

Chapter Twenty Two

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*Spock's POV*

Two weeks.

That's how long it's been since the catastrophe on that god forsaken planet.

There was a massive inquiry about why our scans said the planet was uninhabited when it clearly was, and why the tracking technology they injected us with stopped working so soon.

The truth was hard, but then, the truth often is.

Someone sabotaged our technology.

The man who did it was identified but we still have not been able to capture him, it's like he just ceased to exist.

The bigger question however is why did he do it? What was the point of trying to kill a couple of dozen cadets? Was it purely to make people afraid?

All these questions will be put to the criminal when he is found and captured.

Lucky no one died. The instructors overseeing the assignment realised something was wrong on the fifth day and began retrieving cadets for safety reasons, Jim and I were the only ones to encounter the natives.

Jim came close to dying, it is hard being away from him, especially after our ordeal but it is better this way.

I stayed with him at first, but when he began showing signs that he was waking I had to leave.

That was only three days ago and I can already feel the pain of been separated from him tearing through me.

Normally it wouldn't be so bad, but now that I have held him, now that I know what could have been it is pure agony.

Sulu and Chekov came to see me yesterday, which was surprising but welcome. I did not expect them to care about how I was when Jim was only just conscious in sickbay.

The depression was slowly eating me up again though, their visit eased it slightly but Jim was the only one who could ever really comfort me, but I no longer have him.

I'll admit, I am pining for my T'hy'la, I haven't slept since the flight back to earth and I barely eat.

I began pacing my small room in agitation, what will happen when Jim is released? Will I ever be able to speak to him, to even see him again?

Maybe he will move back to his old academy, or take a break from Starfleet.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, a human habit that I had recently acquired.

I thought about leaving my room for a few hours, take a walk and clear my head, but I don't want to see anyone.

Except for Jim, but he won't want to see me.

As usual my tormented thoughts returned to my T'hy'la, alone and in pain. Our bond would have allowed me to comfort him and ease his pain through physical contact, and the fact that I could help him, but didn't was eating me up.

Perhaps I could contact McCoy, ask him to notify me when Jim was sleeping so I can go see him.

Unlikely, McCoy would probably inform Jim of my request. Besides, Jim could always wake up while I was there.

I want to call mother, she would know what to do, she always knows what to say, even if she can be a bit illogical at times. But this is something I want to talk to her about in person.

There are only 3 more weeks until break, I wasn't going to go back to Vulcan until Christmas but maybe I will go this break.

As much as I hate to admit it I need someone to talk to.

I shook myself and, making up my mind, strode to the door and out into the cool night air.

The darkness took me by surprise, I didn't know it was so late. I almost scolded myself for not knowing the time but my emotional turmoil is so great at the moment that one slip up like that makes little difference.

I walked at a brisk pace and found myself in the clearing that Jim and I previously trained in.

I sat with my back to a tree and looked up at the stars, remembering the time we trained here until late at night.

"Hey Spock"

Jim's smile lit up the night as he turned to me. "Look up at the stars, aren't they beautiful?"

I examined them briefly "they are indeed pleasing to the eye" I replied thoughtfully

Jim rolled his eyes at my choice of words and patted the ground next to where he was sitting.

I sat with him and he proceeded to point out some of what humans call 'constellations'. I admit I could not see what he was referring to.

The stars truly were beautiful that night, but they are nothing now without Jim by my side.

Exhaustion took over and I closed my eyes and fell asleep, but not before a lone tear escaped.