still fixing him, always fixing him

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When he left, she had lay back down, still naked, still preoccupied with him. Her sheets smelled like him. She could still feel the touch of his skin against hers. Eventually, she'd dozed off, to violent dreams filled with pain and anger. The comm had woken her, breathing hard and worried about Spock before she even got the message that she was

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Spock was tossed into a corner of his cell with a stable wound in his side, just below his left arm but to high to be his heart. He had been beaten on the bridge for being a ‘traitor.’ He knew he was framed, most likely by Sulu or that kid Chekov for what he did to him. He tried to breath but winced as his broken ribs screamed in protest. He opened his eyes at the sound of a voice, her voice…

His head was bleed and he reached up with his none broken hand to wipe away all the blood there, he couldn’t get it off so he closed that eye leaving him blind because his right eye was swollen shut. The Vulcan could hear her foot steps and he looked up.

“Christine?”

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"I'm here, Spock." Sinking to her knees, this was still not an appropriate time to cry. Christine didn't have to use the scanner, but she did, taking the information and storing it, trying to treat him as any other patient and not the man who had left her bed not too long before.

Hands shaking, she began with a hypospray for pain, then moved to work on the wound to his side. Then she continued onto his head. The two worst wounds stabilized, she leaned a bit further over him, shielding him from the sight of the security guard at the door. With the utmost care, she took his hand in both of hers and brought it to her lips. With a tender kiss to bloody knuckles, she asked, "Why did they do this to you?"

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The hypo worked well, his breathing evened out and he relaxed a little. Just her hands on his body made him feel better. Spock sat quickly as she closed his worst wounds, he opened his good eye and looked up at the red shirt watching him with a smirk. He’d most likely get a few new ones later but that didn’t matter right now because Christine was here, she was touching him and she was real. Her lips on his knuckles shook him out of his thoughts.

“The Captain believes me to be a traitor,” he said through bloodied teeth. “I promise you Christine I am no traitor, I was framed…” he turned away from her to spit blood out, using his good hand to wipe away what was left on his face.

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"I know," she said softly. She did. If there was such dishonesty in him, she would be able to sense it, she knew. Vulcans were not exactly known to be good liars, and Christine, especially with earlier events, was confident in how well she knew Spock. Kissing his hand again, she let it go, reaching for a cleaning gauze for his face. Holding his chin, she dabbed gently at the blood covering his face, especially concerned with getting it away from the brown eye not swollen shut.

Working slowly, to extend her time with him, she tried to focus her energy from anger and concern to love and comfort. Reaching next for the dermal - if she was here, she might as well finish working on him - she started to hum, just a low, soft lullaby to ease them both.

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He lets out a small breath as the blood is take away, with Christine here he doesnt need it to calm him. Spock blinked his good eye a few times before he could keep it open...Christine was the first thing he saw as he opened his eye. What a perfect sight to come out to. "Christine..." he sighed his good hand coming up to her hair, just to feel her. Then he sat back against the cell wall and allowed her to work.

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Seeing the familiarity in his eye, and the trust and love and everything else, even through all this earned a soft smile. She was here for him. Still humming softly, she continued to work on his wounds, relieving the swelling in his face before moving his hand onto her lap to fix that. The captain and his cronies were monsters. Quick-to-judge, sanctimonious monsters.

"How long do they intend to keep you here?"

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With his eye fixed and his hand being mended he was starting to feel better. Now his body had few other injuries, his ribs and a few more minor wounds left. Her question had him looking away; he had been given his sentence by the Captain while on the Bridge. It was not a good one.

“Unknown,” he sighed looking at her. She was so beautiful, so perfect… “The Captain told me that I was to be under arrest until he deemed me fit for duty or killed me.” Spock closed his eyes not wanting to see her fear in her eyes.

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"Fuck," she muttered, setting down the dermal to hold his newly-healed hand between both of hers. She gave it a light squeeze, rubbing her thumb across the sturdy, beautiful bone structure she was beginning to know so well. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked, still trying to turn anger and fear into love and strength for him.

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As much as he loved having her hands on him he was slightly worried that one of the Red Shirts would notice and have her in trouble for being with a 'traitor.' He shook his head at her slipping his hand out of hers. "My ribcage has been damaged," he got out as he choked on the words, just as he allowed himself to trust someone this happens. "Christine if you are found to have a relationship with me then the Captain could use it against you...he would use it against you.” This is the part where he is the one who has to be logical, has to protect her this time instead of her protecting him.

“Promise me that you will not come back here to see me unless it is under orders.” Telling her that made his heart break, he couldn’t imagine being down here without her close but he had to protect her. “Please Christine, promise me that?” He spoke low so that the Red Shirt wouldn’t hear him.

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Christine nodded. His logic was sound. It was also making tears well in her eyes, against her will and every lesson of self-control she'd ever been taught. Moving as if to feel for the rib damage, she pressed her hand flat over his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her fingers.

"I promise," she said softly, picking up a different tool to begin working while she kept her head bowed to hide her tears. "I promise I will stay away so long as you promise not to die."

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See her cry hurt, physically and mentally, as well as not being able to promise her this. His hand come over to rest over hers, looking for eye contact. Spock wasn’t showing emotion like normal but she could feel his sadness, his pain. "Christine...I cannot make a promise to you that I cannot fully keep.” He pulled his hand away from her so that he could wipe away her tears. “…This is not something I wished to make you face but it is quite possible that this will be our last time together, 69.886% to be precise.” The threat was very real this time.

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A shuddering sob couldn't be helped as he touched her, as she felt his pain and fear. His emotions mixed with hers, amplifying, becoming nearly unbearable. But she kept her head bowed, fixing him, avoiding his eyes as hers became blurred with tears.

"I didn't ask for statistics, Sprocket," she said, voice shaking just as much as her hands. "I asked you to promise me you would not die."

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"And I cannot promise you that Christine." he has to lick his lips so that he can speak. "I will never lie to you," he reached out to touch her, hoping to take away some of her overwhelming emotions. "Even if I should to ease your mind I cannot." She was done and that Red Shirt was coming their way. "Christine-" the guy was getting closer. "-I love you."

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Hearing footsteps behind her and a gruff command to 'hurry up, bitch,' Christine wiped at her tears, then grabbed Spock's hand in her own again, lacing her fingers through his, sending him wave upon wave of love. Love so strong it was breaking her heart. "I love you more," she said, meeting his eyes with a forced smile. "Sprocket."

A final squeeze of his hand and she quickly gathered her things, standing just as the redshirt reached out to grab her shoulder. "I suggest, Spock, that you stop pissing people off so much," she said icily, for the sake of the security ensign, with a layer her lover would understand. "I can't keep fixing you for all eternity." One last meeting of their eyes - possibly the last - and she turned. The ensign had earned himself a steely glare on her way past. That done, she was gone.