Star Trek Fic: Loss
fandom: Star Trek (Reboot!)
title: Loss
character(s)/pairing(s): George Samuel Kirk, Jr., James T. Kirk, Uncle Frank
rating: Mature
warning(s): Character Death!!
summary: Sam and Jim found out that there are worse consequences to stealing than just being grounded.
disclaimer: I don't own anything about Star Trek. Nor will I ever.
author's note: This is just because I couldn’t work on my lovely’s fic.
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Sam was… daring. He was also curious and a bit too much of a smart-ass but he was smart. He just liked doing things, not worrying too much about consequences.
So, yeah, the plan to go and steal the ‘new’ gadgets delivered to Riverside was his idea. And Jimmy had a hand in it, too, by egging on his older brother, snickering in the night’s cover.
Devices in hand, the young boys crept up the steps and, expecting their stepfather to be in a drunken daze, slipped through the threshold without so much as the whisper of fabric.
Unfortunately, Frank spun around at the draft caused by the opening door and roared at the two boys. He took Sam by the shirt collar and lifted him up as his voice erupted throughout the house. Jimmy, scared more so by his brother’s position than anything else, sunk back into the corner, hidden mostly from sight.
Averting his gaze, he could hear Sam’s shouts of protest and a few of pain slipping through Frank’s tirade. He heard the sound of skin meeting skin and then bone meeting wood. The table next to him lurched and toppled as his brother’s body did.
The crimson appeared instantly, coloring the grey scene.
Silence took over and Frank simply spun around to return to his seat in the living room. Fearing the worst and nearly paralyzed, Jimmy crawled to his brother’s side, watching the evidence of life escaping.
He’s still alive.
But as he tried to stop the bleeding, Sam got colder, paler, fainter until it all just stopped. The bleeding stopped. The breathing stopped. The frantic attempts to save him stopped. The world seemed to stop.
The tears stopped soon after.
title: Loss
character(s)/pairing(s): George Samuel Kirk, Jr., James T. Kirk, Uncle Frank
rating: Mature
warning(s): Character Death!!
summary: Sam and Jim found out that there are worse consequences to stealing than just being grounded.
disclaimer: I don't own anything about Star Trek. Nor will I ever.
author's note: This is just because I couldn’t work on my lovely’s fic.
* * *
Sam was… daring. He was also curious and a bit too much of a smart-ass but he was smart. He just liked doing things, not worrying too much about consequences.
So, yeah, the plan to go and steal the ‘new’ gadgets delivered to Riverside was his idea. And Jimmy had a hand in it, too, by egging on his older brother, snickering in the night’s cover.
Devices in hand, the young boys crept up the steps and, expecting their stepfather to be in a drunken daze, slipped through the threshold without so much as the whisper of fabric.
Unfortunately, Frank spun around at the draft caused by the opening door and roared at the two boys. He took Sam by the shirt collar and lifted him up as his voice erupted throughout the house. Jimmy, scared more so by his brother’s position than anything else, sunk back into the corner, hidden mostly from sight.
Averting his gaze, he could hear Sam’s shouts of protest and a few of pain slipping through Frank’s tirade. He heard the sound of skin meeting skin and then bone meeting wood. The table next to him lurched and toppled as his brother’s body did.
The crimson appeared instantly, coloring the grey scene.
Silence took over and Frank simply spun around to return to his seat in the living room. Fearing the worst and nearly paralyzed, Jimmy crawled to his brother’s side, watching the evidence of life escaping.
He’s still alive.
But as he tried to stop the bleeding, Sam got colder, paler, fainter until it all just stopped. The bleeding stopped. The breathing stopped. The frantic attempts to save him stopped. The world seemed to stop.
The tears stopped soon after.