Spirk Drabbles

I Will Always Be There - Part Two

        POV: James Kirk

        Fifteen minutes later, my wounds still burned. I sat on my bed alone, crying and forcing onion soup down my throat. Whenever a shaky hand spilled a drop onto my wrist, I winced; it only made the searing pain worse, inside and out.

        You're so clumsy. You can't even keep soup on your spoon.

        He'll never love you!

        He's probably straight.

        Slamming the bowl onto the table, I stood up and, holding back the urge to storm away, made my way to Spock's quarters to tell him how I really felt, even if he was to reject me.

        As I approached him, I could tell he was just inside. Worst idea ever. Do it. I opened the door to find a startled Vulcan sitting on the edge of the bed.

        POV: Spock

        The sound of my door opening startled me and prompted me to pull down my sleeves. "Captain?"

        "Spock. I need to talk to you about something." I mentally winced at the thought of his awareness of my attraction towards him. Deciding it was illogical, I "brushed it off to the side", as a human might say. It could be...no. He has been in relationships with countless women; he probably loves one of them.

        "I've been holding back this feeling for a long time now," he admitted. His eyes were downcast, and his fingers were intertwining in obvious fear. "I think it would be better if I showed you." Slowly, he pulled up his sleeves, allowing me to see the fresh scars on his wrists.

        I resisted the urge to show deep horror towards the one I desperately wanted. "Captain...why do you do this?"

        "For you." Tears filled his eyes the moment he said this. "You probably don't feel the same way...or anything at all. I..." He sighed. "I've had a crush on you ever since we first talked to each other. Call me crazy, call me gay, I don't care. I love you, Spock."

        "So you did this to ease the pain," I assumed, quirking an eyebrow.

        "Exactly...how did you know?" he asked. "You've never felt the same way, have you?" 

        I pulled my sleeves up to reveal my own scars, still fresh and bleeding green. "I have."

        "I have felt the same way towards you for many years, Jim. I had hoped that one day we would come together, but not like this. I am sorry." He threw himself over me, as did I.

        "Spock," he choked, "I love you so much."

        "I love you too, ashayam. I will never let anything happen to you."