Spirk Drabbles

May You Find Peace - Part Two

        SENSITIVE TOPIC: Suicide

        If this topic is hurtful to you, please skip over this part.

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        "It's about Hannah, isn't it, Bones?" Jim assumed with a very serious expression.

        "Yes, it is. She's developed a very severe general anxiety disorder. It's not like she's dying, so don't worry about that. It's most likely stress-induced; what do you think could be stressing her out so much?"

        "Schoolwork, perhaps?" Jim suggested, puzzled.

        "The difference between her Vulcan and human heritage," I stated blankly, which brought the room into a deafening silence.

        "So you're saying the fact that she has pointed ears and emotions is worrying her that much?" Doctor McCoy inquired, obviously skeptical about my suggestion.

        "Perhaps. What I mean is I know precisely how Hannah feels. She is likely experiencing an inner battle between being one-quarter Vulcan and three-quarters human. It seems to tear her apart just as I felt as a child."

        Another silence. "You two should go talk to her. See what she really wants and help guide her there. Keep me posted about how she feels."

        "Thank you, Doctor," I told him as I took Jim with me back to our quarters.

        "Spock...I'm really worried for Hannah," he admitted. "I wouldn't have even guessed that it was that bad."

        "I understand, t'hy'la. I, too, am concerned for her." We tiptoed quietly into our quarters, where Hannah should have been sleeping. She was indeed in her bed; her pillow was soaking wet. I noticed her unique features; her face appeared completely human; but her ears were pointed like my own. However, there was something...different about her. She had never listened to music at night beacuse it had prevented her from sleeping, but an old song by Evanescence was playing. Her long, wavy black hair was still let down...she hated sleeping without her hair in a braid.

        That's when Jim noticed an empty pill bottle on her bedside table. "No..." A tear fell from his eye.

        There was a note beside it, which I read aloud to him. 

"These wounds won't seem to heal/

This pain is just too real/

There's just too much that time cannot erase."

"I'll be dead by the time you come back; I just couldn't fight the battle any longer. It was killing me, and now it has. I love you both, and I'll miss you deeply.

Live long and prosper,

Hannah Rosanne Kirk"

        As I read the quote at the very beginning of the note, the lyrics passed by in the song. My Immortal, I thought, a river of tears beginning to flow from my eyes as well.

        My emotion obviously caught Jim's attention. "Spock, you're crying."

        "Jim, our daughter is dead. Do you seriously believe that I can hold back that much emotion?"

        He threw himself over my shoulder. "No," he sobbed, "neither can I."

        Jim had been crying on my shoulder for a long time, and I had become quite uncomfortable. "Jim, I do love you, but I would ask you to get off of me." There was no response, and then I realized he had fallen asleep. I gently dropped him onto the sofa and went back to Hannah.

        "Hannah. I know you cannot hear me, but it was illogical to take such drastic measures to end your pain. However, I still love you; may you find peace in your rest."

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I'm sorry this wasn't really a Spirk thing, but I had this idea that I had to use. I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

~Rose