Spirk Drabbles

Help Me

        "Spock..." I could hear a weak cry from Jim, and he was obviously in pain. As I came over to him, he smiled.

        "Spock, I think I'm dying...help me," he managed to say.

        He was covered in blood, with deep wounds all over his body. "You will be all right, Jim," I said to him, trying to reassure him like a human would.

        "You sure about that?"

        "There is a thirty-eight percent chance of your survival. That is not significant. However --"

        "That's not helping. I need you to get me to sick bay," he cut in. "Now."

        "Perhaps I should." I flipped open my communicator, knowing that my dearest Captain could likely die. "Transporter room, two to beam up."

        In a moment, I was standing in the transporter room with a dying captain in my arms. I sprinted to sick bay and laid him down there. I was then that Doctor McCoy entered the room. "Good God, Jim, what happened?"

        "He is unconscious. I do not know how he became so severely injured, but we-- I need your help. He is," I turned to look at him, "very important to me."

        "Damn it, Spock, I'm a doctor, not a counselor!" I could hear him mutter under his breath.

        "I did not request counseling, Doctor. Nor do I need any sort of reassurance. He is in good hands."

•••

Four Days Later

Personal Log

Stardate 1534.5

        I am becoming increasingly worried about the captain. I did not think it would take this long to heal his wounds. The thought still hangs over my head that he has not yet woken up, and my dearest Captain may be dead as I write this.

        I sat back with a slight sigh, my mind filled with thoughts about Jim. Everything went blurry, and I realized I was crying. I haven't cried since...well...

        Ever.

•••

The Next Day

        "Commander Spock, I need you in sick bay," I heard Doctor McCoy's voice say.

        Is he really alive? "I'm on my way." I darted through the deck to sick bay, where Doctor McCoy was standing over Jim.

        "I'm going to wake him up now, I figured you would want to be here for it."

        "As a matter of fact, I would," I replied. He hyposprayed Jim and he opened his eyes, sending a rush of relief through me.

        "Morning, sunshine," he chuckled.

        "I have been worried about you, Jim," I told him, kneeling beside him.

        "I didn't know that was possible." He smiled. "Doctor, may we have some time alone?"

        "Of course." He left the room.

        "Spock, I would have died down there if it weren't for you."

        "I am aware of that."

        "Thank you."

        "I brought you something, Jim." I took the flower from my back pocket and handed it to him.

        "Oh, Spock, chrysanthemums are my favorite!" He stood up and embraced me tightly, startling me. "Meet me in my quarters for dinner, 1900 hours."

        "Of course."