Title: …And The Bells Jingle Madly (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/Spock, McCoy
Continuity: TOS, Star Trek XI
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: For "Amok Time" (TOS), Star Trek XI
Summary: Realities collide in the heat of emotion.
Date Of Completion: May 16, 2009
Date Of Posting: May 16, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Paramount does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 492
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: There was an eerie scene in Star Trek XI that mirrored a scene from an episode of TOS where both Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto looked exactly like William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy and was really amazing. Hence this fic. :)
Spock’s blood burned, his limbs trembling as he squeezed and squeezed the warm Human flesh under his hand, his vision blurring as hot breezes blew through dry air, the sound of tiny bells jingling madly, flashes of somber color interspersed with silver and the red-gold of the flames in the firepot in the middle of the ring of sand as the air shimmered…
“Kroykah!”
The voice echoed in his head as he looked down at the Human in his grasp, the ahn-woon wrapped tightly around his throat, eyes closed, golden lashes brushing golden skin now reddened by heat and exertion, a slash across the chest dripping blood, the lirpa fallen to the sand beside his feet…
“Get your hands off him, Spock!”
The body hung limp in his hand, precious and broken…he let go, standing back, despair eating at his soul, the words pounding in his brain as the blood threatened to burst a vessel…
“Live long and prosper, Spock.”
“I shall do neither. I have killed my Captain and my friend.”
& & & & & &
Spock stepped back, blinking and shaking as the bright lights of the bridge of the Enterprise stung his eyes, the gasping and choking of James Kirk the only sound besides the quiet beeping of the instruments. Everyone was staring at him.
The weight of loss, of his mother, his people, crushed down on him, and even then, his thoughts whirled in his head, Jim, what have I done, t’hy’la, I am sorry, forgive me…
He stumbled to McCoy (“Get your hands off him, Spock!”) and spoke the words relieving himself of command, afraid to look at the golden man only a few feet away with his fingerprints on his throat.
But alive, yes, blessedly alive!
He felt great sorrow and tried to keep upright, dizzy and sick and how could he have killed, no, attacked his Captain and friend but Jim Kirk was not his Captain or friend and why was his body cooling after the fierce burning and why couldn’t he think…?
Confused and muddled as if entangled in a dream or nightmare, he headed for the turbolift, Jim’s contemptuous voice echoing in his ears about his lack of emotion, driving him to fight, and yet…and yet…
…as he turned and the turbolift doors began to close, he saw Jim Kirk’s eyes.
Regret…
…for causing him pain.
But not regretting…
…taking him to Vulcan and standing by his side…
Jim!
Grabbing his shoulders and whirling him around with a smile that radiated throughout his whole body, joyous and deep…
…and the doors closed, the bells jingling in that wild cacophony again, and Spock wondered numbly if he was losing his mind.
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The scene for those unfamiliar with TOS was in "Amok Time" when Spock, deep in the plak tow (blood fever) is fighting his fiancée T’Pring’s chosen champion, Jim Kirk, on Vulcan and strangles him…except that McCoy shot Jim with a tri-ox compound and saved the day! :)