done_in_3 | K/S Hospital Scene bc Into Darkness was so K/S TASTIC

_{[Right.... this one. This one moment... Jim knew Spock was going to be hurt by watching this... but... he reassured his love that he was right here. Alive and very willing to comfort him after this was over...]}

He knew from the moment Scotty explained the power failure to him that he was going to die. Saving the ship would take his life and he was willing to accept that or rather, he already did by default. He didn't give himself the time to get upset, he had to act. His main concern while he was inside the chamber was getting the sensors realigned, he thought of nothing else even as his skin puckered and started to sweat, his eyesight became blurry, he grew dizzy, and his head started throbbing. He knew he was dying but he had to power this ship and keep casualties to just himself. His crew... his family... he loved them all. Every one of them. They weren't allowed to die if he had any say in it. He'd die a thousand times over before they would. It was strangely freeing to suddenly be able to throw everything into one task. He hung from the upper sensor as he kicked he lower one into place, not caring if he pulled a muscle or broke a bone, there was nothing to save his energy for other than the crawl back to the entrance of the chamber. And that was only a service to whoever would have to collect his irradiated corpse.

But the sensor slammed into place, the power re-ignited and Jim found himself on the floor of the chamber, crawling back to the entrance. Everything was a blurry mess then, he couldn't see where exactly he was going but he felt along the narrow channel to the brightly lit door. He could hear Scotty yelling, then running to call to the bridge. Jim's body felt so heavy, he dragged himself across the floor to the glass pane that separated him from a healthy natural life. Each limb grew stiffer and weaker, straining with each push that seemed to get him less and less distance. By the time he reached the door he was straining to gain even an inch of distance, his body felt as though it were powering an engine. Exhausted, he laid against the cool glass, listening as Scotty went on a grief stricken tangent and footsteps approached. He had to do one more thing... close that chamber door behind him. It would be easier on the retrieval crew to decontaminate the smaller antechamber he was in. The door hissed as it shut, Jim opened his eyes, and there was Spock. Jim felt a wave of energy jolt through him, he almost smiled. The universe was paying him one last kindness letting Spock be the last person he saw. He already felt better... and worse.

“How's the ship?” he knew how weak he sounded. He tried to speak with more authority but all he could muster was a pathetic whisper, Spock didn't seem bothered by it or if he was he didn't let it show which Jim appreciated.

“Out of danger.” Spock's voice... he wanted to cherish each syllable.

“Good.” he barely croaked it out.

“You saved the crew.” normally Spock was above announcing something so obvious but perhaps he wanted his captain to know his sacrifice was a complete success which he again appreciated. Or perhaps Spock recognized that Jim might be suffering cognitive impairment and required the reiteration.

“You used what he wanted against him...” Jim nodded slightly as he rested his head against the door frame, no longer able to hold it up himself. He was proud of Spock, he did something risky and out of his comfort zone. But he saved their ship and thousands, nay, billions of lives. Jim was so pleased with him he could sing but all he said was “that's a nice move.”

“It is what you would have done.”

“And this... this is what you would have done. It was only logical.” Spock's gaze fell at those words... but he prefers their roles be switched. To have Spock die on him would be...too much. For Uhura and himself, he would have wanted to die too. Speaking of, his body was starting to feel strange. Like things were... shutting off. He was losing feeling in his extremities and panic was setting in as a result. He knew he should put on a tough face but he was afraid, he wanted to cry, it couldn't be over just yet. He had so many things to do, so many dreams to fulfill.

“I'm scared Spock. Help me not be.” his love was so stoic, so fucking beautiful Jim could hardly stand it. And yet as he spoke he saw Spock's brows furrow and his jaw clench. Was he fighting off some emotional reaction to this?

“How do you choose not to feel?” it was something he couldn't fathom, how could Spock have simply willed this exact fear of death away when he was in the volcano? How could anyone simply bury this sea of emotion that Jim himself was drowning in? Fear and hopelessness were dominating him and setting up a small encampment within him for the remainder of his considerably shortened life. There was little he could do but face fear, loneliness, and dread by himself. He was going to die alone. Even though Spock was an interminable emotional partner, he wanted someone to hold his hand.

“I do not know...” an interesting answer made only more perplexing when Spock's voice cracked and tears were visible in his eyes. “Right now I am failing.”

Did... Did Spock care? Even a little bit? Jim's heart skipped a little at the idea, even though it was a stupid one. He had one more secret he held, one he didn't want to die with if he didn't have to. His eyes rose to Spock's, filled with a glimmer of hope, that perhaps one last testament could be given before the bitter end.

“I want you to know why I couldn't let you die. Why I went back for you.”

“Because you are my friend.” Spock's tear made a tapping sound on the floor and Jim paused, trying not to feel as though he'd been slapped in the face, or more accurately the heart.

Spock didn't see him that way. He could take rejection, he'd expected that response all this time. He closed his eyes, nodding. Whatever Spock preferred to see him as he would die as, whatever made him most comfortable. He did want Spock to live a happy fulfilled life and he wanted him to know that. His body was growing weak but he raised his arm one last time, pressing his hand to the glass. Spock gave him his classic farewell, the 'live long and prosper' which was grimly ironic here but Jim took it as a sign of well-wishing. He spread his fingers apart too, watching to make sure he got them aligned right.

They were numb by this point, he couldn't tell where they were. He smiled a bit at their shared moment... and he felt it coming. The end. He looked to Spock... and suddenly there was a great desire to say everything, to put into the world every thought he had. He wanted to tell Spock he loved him, but the words wouldn't come. He couldn't speak... he took Spock in one last time, suddenly feeling great misery that his feelings would die with him.... then he felt it... his body ran out of energy. He couldn't speak, he couldn't breath nor did he need to. His eyes relaxed... his whole body relaxed... and Jim let go. There was a bright light surrounding him and he went towards it... it was easier than he had thought it would be.

[No.... no no no no nonononono. Something was breaking inside of Spock even as he couldn't admit it out loud.
Friend? FRIEND? Why did he say that? That was true wasn't it?
No... it wasn't.

Spock lifted his hand, saw as Jim reciprocated the action... then die. The moment he died that something inside of him snapped. Jim.... Jim was his....
his....

....his T'hy'la. The one being in the universe that could complete him, and the bond that they shared, though it went unnoticed by Spock for so long, was gone. He could see it.... the dead ends of the once glorious golden thread was no more.
His heart and his mind felt as though it was searing in pain and he wanted to scream in agony.

He did...

His grief and pain poured out into the one word that brought him such loathing... Khan was going to die by his hands. He was going to make sure of it.
Uhura's well wishes went unnoticed as he walked with determination to the transporter padd...

All he could think of was killing Khan for ruining the one chance he had to be with the person he was meant to be with. Jim loved him... that's what he was going to say.
He missed his chance. Gone. Forever...

...The rest is history. The memory fades as the last scene shows Spock waiting beside Jim's biobed for almost the entirety of the two weeks he was out.]

_{[Jim shuddered at the pain Spock endured... and he tried his best to soothe him even as the memory was running its course. Jim had seen all of that. Spock's scream, his visible anger while on the bridge, the whole crew was too intimidated to talk him down. Even Sulu backed down from him just saying "...Right."

He is glad Spock stopped. Not just because he needed Khan's blood to live but... he is glad Spock didn't compromise himself and stoop to murder. He would have felt satisfied then for a while... but Jim is sure it would have eaten away at him later.

When the memory is over, Jim reaches out into space, he wants to hold Spock. As hard as that was to hold the fabric of their entire star system here... he wants to drive it home that he is alive and that nightmare is over. ]}

[Spock shuddered in his space and meets Jim half-way.
The bond around them sings as they unite together in this universe filled with their shared consciousnesses. It's truly a beautiful sight.

Spock pours everything he is into Jim, everything he feels for the frustratingly beautiful human.
In the physical world, Spock locks his lips over Jim's.... adding to the warmth that they are currently sharing.]

Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched....

_{[Jim is overwhelmed by things he doesn't understand but they bring joy and fulfillment to him. Spock seems to be in control so he feels little need to interrogate. The bond was getting stronger, their universe was enriching itself with them, Spock was kissing him...then those words. He didn't get them but it didn't matter either. He just nodded and let this ride take its course.

When it's over he wants to take the training wheels off and see what his mind is like without Spock's hand on his face. And then.... he wants to fuck his husband.]}

[Spock hesitates only for a moment... the unknown outside of the meld giving him slight cause for worry on Jim's behalf.

Breathing, he gently let's his hand drop from Jim's face... and finally opens his eyes to look at his mate. It has felt like such a long time since they entered the meld... but the reality it's been barely and hour.]

Jim... how do you feel?

_{[As soon as Spock's hand left him Jim felt like an avalanche started in his mind. Everything was so clear and concise, he had this tangible gold tread that connected him to Spock... but this...static swept in. He knew he was getting overwhelmed, he was aware as certain insiginifcant facts were disappearing from him, his ability to recall was disappearing... and then it all went to fast. Everything was buried under the proverbial snow. His memories, his thoughts, his ability to focus on anything... he was if encased in ice meters beneath the surface... but he had that thread in his hands. Now his only lifeline... Jim...groaned and softly laid back on the bed.]}

[Concern took over Spock's features as he leaned over his mate... his fingers lightly skimming over his face.]

Jim.... Ashaya, are you in pain?

[Too soon, they did this too soon. Jim should have been completely well before they did this...

...but would that have made any difference? Spock sighed...Ka'adith.
Of course, it was illogical to wish for something that could not be. The Vulcan stroked his fingers soothingly across Jim's face, his mind prodding at the bond.]

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_{[Jim leaned into the fingers, breathing softly. As soon as Spock touched him it was as if someone had dug a hole through the snow to him and he could see daylight.]}

No... it doesn't hurt I just... can't think. Don't take your hand away. It's easier...easier this way.

[Spock remains where he is.... getting comfortable beside his mate.

This could be complicated, but he would remain in contact for as long as Jim needed.]

Out of curiosity... what did you tell your mother this morning? Will she be looking for us if we do not come down for awhile?

I told her I was going to marry you and it would likely knock me on my ass. I don't think she believes us about the bond or anything. She's become a handsome skeptic in her later years. Don't blame her. I think it's hard for her to imagine her kid having a destiny she never heard of until now...

What do you want to do now? You know we have to be touching.... and as long as we're in bed....

[Spock almost sighs...]

Ashaya.... while I would enjoy engaging in such activities right now... you are not in any condition to conduct them.

[Try to convince the Vulcan, I dare you.]

But I feel fine as long as you've got your hands on me...

_{[He purrs softly in the bond. Come now, vulcan... don't you want some of this? He's abstained from sex for like a week.]}

{Spock's minds stutters as his desire for Jim builds...

He is proving very difficult to resist.]

I always want you Ashaya.... Are.. are you certain you are up for this?

_{[He reaches for Spock in the bond, wanting nothing more than to touch and be touched.]}

110% sure. You do know that this is kind of how humans solidify their marriages, right? Once you consummate them they can't be undone.

_{[well obviously divorces exist but he's not talking about that.]}

[With a small groan, the Vulcan gives in.... and once more places his lips over Jim's, tongue begging for entrance.

His hands gently cradle Jim's face.... and he moves his body closer.]

_{[He mewls in pleasure and opens his mouth to Spock. He runs his hands over Spock's chest, then under his shirt against his skin...]}

[Spock sighs at the cool touch of his mate, shifting so their hips align and brush against each other.
It's been so long.... comparatively... and Spock almost can't wait to be with Jim.]

_{[hard to go without sex once you know its pleasures, right? Jim pushes Spock's shirt over his head, then fumbles with his own. He holds his love tight, enjoying his warmer skin... he pet Spock's hair back, kissing his neck, intentionally leaving hickeys.]}

[Spock is careful as he helps Jim take his shirt off... then bares his neck to allow the 'love bites'.
Those kisses spark Spock's possessive streak, his hands traveling lower to Jim's pants, tugging them over his hips.]

Wani ro yana ra Aisha...

[The touch, the feel of Jim is so good. All the times he's been denied this flesh when he could have had it...
...Ka'adith. There was no logic in dwelling on the past.]

_{[When he was done with Spock's neck, he moved up to his ear, sucking on the tip. He teased it with his teeth and soothed it with his tongue afterward. He was half crawled over Spock, hand on his chest. When his pants were tugged away, Jim kicked them aside. ]}

[Spock grunted at the attention on his ear, one hand moving to pinch one of Jim's nipples....

....the other to take Jim in hand, squeezing gently.]

_{[He arched and sucked harder, his breath came in a short inhale through his nose. He moaned softly, almost a whisper, directly into Spock's ear.

His hands slid down Spock's chest, fumbling with his pants zipper.]}

[Spock lets out a growl, helping Jim take off his pants.... shucking them to the side.
Soon they are both sliding together, no barriers and Spock is reveling in the warmth that is Jim.

With a sigh, the Vulcan spreads his thighs, allowing Jim a more comfortable spot.]

_{[He settled right between those legs and sighed, closing his eyes, as though he had been away from this spot for ages. But he does have to ask....

How does Spock want this? Him on top? Or does Spock want to penetrate him? Or does does he want both, for Jim to ride him? Or maybe just some good old fashioned head first? Decisions decisions...]}

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