Star Trek Imagines

Kirk

A/n: Don't read this if you're in a good mood.  In warning you.  It's sad.

Also, I want to remind everyone that I take requests and that they would be very much appreciated at the moment.  I'm having trouble coming up with ideas at the moment.

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"Be careful, Jim," you whispered, slowly pulling your lips away from his.

"I will," he said, kissing your hair. He pulled away from you and walked off of the bridge, followed closely by Spock and a few guards.

Jim Kirk, captain of the USS Enterprise and your fiancé, was headed down to the surface of an unknown planet that the Enterprise had received a distress signal from. You worried about him every time he left you, since he was, after all, always ending up in conflicts. You couldn't even count the number of times you had seen him return to the ship with his shirt ripped, hair messed up, and skin covered in blood, usually his own.

Sighing, you went and sat down back at your station and waited.  You focused on your work more intently than you ever had before, even during your time at the academy when you had been plagued by constant fears of failing.  You blocked out any thought of Jim and what could be going on down on the planet's surface.  He would be alright.  You just needed to concentrate.

Time passed quickly while you sat in concentration.  But its fast progression was interrupted by a voice that roughly pulled you back to real life.

"Mr. Spock, Lieutenant (y/l/n), report to sickbay."

Your heart stopped.  Your breathing stopped.  Everything froze.  Everything  hurt.  Everything shattered at once.

You followed Spock at his efficient pace, not talking and trying not to feel the painful clench in your throat or numb aching that slowly spread through your fingertips.

People in sickbay rushed around everywhere in a frenzy.  A nurse simply motioned for you to follow and you did.  She led you to a bed in the far corner of the room.

The first thing you noticed was Bones standing above the bed, doing something that you couldn't make sense of.  What was he doing?  Who was hurt?  Certainly it couldn't be Jim, who was lying on the bed.  Jim was perfectly alright.  This must just be a joke.

Bones looked up and met your eyes.  It wasn't a joke.

You moved through air that must have turned to molasses.  It was warm, sticky, and too thick to easily push through.

Jim looked up at you and smiled, but it was soon replaced with a grimace of pain.  He reached a hand up, and it shook weakly.  You took his hand in your own, which was now shaking almost as much.

"(Y/n), there's nothing more I can do for him," Bones said.  You took in the blood; it was everywhere.  Deep gashes covered the captain, and dark crimson trickled out the side of his half open mouth.  He was dying, slowly and painfully.

"(Y/n)..." Jim muttered, choking on blood.

"Jim, I'm here," you said, fixing your eyes onto his face and eventually staring intently into his own, "Everything's going to be alright, Jimmy."

"(Y/n), I love you...I have loved you since I met you...you are...the love of my...life," he said.  He obviously grew weaker and weaker with every passing moment.  He turned to address his first officer, standing right behind you, "Spock, I want you to take care of (y/n)."

"I will."

"Stop it!  Stop talking like this!  Everything's going to be fine!"  You were almost shouting.  You gripped his hand tighter.

"Don't lie to me," he said.

"I've already had to watch you die once.  I can't watch you die again.  Please don't leave me."  Your mind flashed back to years ago, when Kirk had sacrificed himself to save the ship.  You saw, vividly, his hand sliding off of the glass as you had run into engineering, knowing you were too late.  Bones had saved him then.  He had to be able to again.  Yes, that was the answer.

"Why aren't you doing something?!?  You saved him once; do it again!"  You shouted at Bones.

"I...I can't..." He said, looking defeated as he watched his friend die.

Tears finally spilled from your eyes.  You leaned down, close to Jim.

"Please, babe.  You said yourself that you don't believe in no-win scenarios.  Please find a way," you pleaded, half to him and half to the universe.

"I-I was wrong."

"No.  No, James Tiberius Kirk, I love you with all my heart.  I won't let this happen," you insisted, growing hysterical.  McCoy moved to place his hand in your arm, trying to calm you, and motioned for a nurse to be ready to grab you if you flipped out.

"(Y/n), you've...made my life...worth living..." He completely ignored your outbursts, "I love you...I can't...even...begin to describe...how much."  His eyes slowly closed, shutting off the last communication between you.

You screamed and ran out of the sickbay, crying and hyperventilating.  McCoy and Spock tried to grab you, but you slipped away, just like Jim had slipped away.