Touch
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG
Summary: Kirk stays with Spock after an accident.
Words: ~600
Notes: Written for Wagnetic for Fandom Stocking.
McCoy sighs. "I don't know, Jim. I've done what I can, but the rest is up to him. Either he recovers on his own, or…" He trails off, as if the alternative is too horrible to voice.
Kirk doesn't look up from where he's staring at Spock. He doesn't know how this could have happened. One minute they were exploring a new world, taking readings on a forested area near a river, the next the river bank collapsed. Most of them managed to jump clear, but Spock, who was standing closest to the edge, was sent falling into the water, hitting his head badly on the way down. When they dragged him out of the river he wasn't breathing, and he hasn't regained consciousness since.
Even with the heating blankets Spock is wrapped in, the hand in Kirk's grip feels colder than it should, and the ever-present awareness of Spock in his mind has dropped to almost nothing. He refuses to give up, though. If anyone can come back from this, Spock can.
"It's getting late," McCoy says. "You should get some rest." The words are said with a certain resignation, as if McCoy knows Kirk won't listen to him.
Kirk shakes his head. "I'm not leaving him." Nothing less than a red alert could take him from Spock's side at a time like this.
McCoy sighs. "I thought you'd say that." He lays a hand on Kirk's shoulder and squeezes gently. "I'll give you some privacy. Call me if you need me."
"I will," Kirk promises, still not looking up. He hears McCoy leave the room, and slowly brings Spock's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the limp fingers.
Suddenly holding hands doesn't seem like enough. He wants to hold Spock, to be as close to him as possible.
He glances around, then perches gingerly on the edge of the bed. When no alarms go off, he lies down next to Spock and carefully gathers him into into his arms. "It's okay," he murmurs into Spock's hair. "I'm here."
It might be his imagination, but he swears the spark in the back of his mind grows a little brighter. "Never leave you," he mumbles, and lets himself drift off to sleep.
* * *
McCoy stops dead as he enters the room where Spock is being kept. He supposes he should have expected something like this - from what he's heard the two of them rarely spend a night apart - but he thought Kirk would have more sense than to get into bed with Spock while he's this ill. Shaking his head, he strides forward, intending to wake Kirk and get him to move, but then his gaze flickers up to the panel above Spock's bed, and he pauses, unable to believe his eyes.
Spock's readings have stabilised. They're not quite back to normal, but they're out of the danger zone, far above where they were the last time he checked.
Quickly he steps forward and makes some adjustments, making sure that the machinery isn't picking up Kirk's readings and confusing everything, but no. Somehow, Kirk's presence has done what McCoy himself couldn't, and as he watches Spock stirs slightly and moves further into Kirk's embrace before settling down again, his breathing deep and even.
Smiling now, McCoy gathers a blanket from the cupboard and covers them both with it before quietly leaving the room, secure in the knowledge that Spock will be fine, just as long as Kirk is with him.
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG
Summary: Kirk stays with Spock after an accident.
Words: ~600
Notes: Written for Wagnetic for Fandom Stocking.
McCoy sighs. "I don't know, Jim. I've done what I can, but the rest is up to him. Either he recovers on his own, or…" He trails off, as if the alternative is too horrible to voice.
Kirk doesn't look up from where he's staring at Spock. He doesn't know how this could have happened. One minute they were exploring a new world, taking readings on a forested area near a river, the next the river bank collapsed. Most of them managed to jump clear, but Spock, who was standing closest to the edge, was sent falling into the water, hitting his head badly on the way down. When they dragged him out of the river he wasn't breathing, and he hasn't regained consciousness since.
Even with the heating blankets Spock is wrapped in, the hand in Kirk's grip feels colder than it should, and the ever-present awareness of Spock in his mind has dropped to almost nothing. He refuses to give up, though. If anyone can come back from this, Spock can.
"It's getting late," McCoy says. "You should get some rest." The words are said with a certain resignation, as if McCoy knows Kirk won't listen to him.
Kirk shakes his head. "I'm not leaving him." Nothing less than a red alert could take him from Spock's side at a time like this.
McCoy sighs. "I thought you'd say that." He lays a hand on Kirk's shoulder and squeezes gently. "I'll give you some privacy. Call me if you need me."
"I will," Kirk promises, still not looking up. He hears McCoy leave the room, and slowly brings Spock's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the limp fingers.
Suddenly holding hands doesn't seem like enough. He wants to hold Spock, to be as close to him as possible.
He glances around, then perches gingerly on the edge of the bed. When no alarms go off, he lies down next to Spock and carefully gathers him into into his arms. "It's okay," he murmurs into Spock's hair. "I'm here."
It might be his imagination, but he swears the spark in the back of his mind grows a little brighter. "Never leave you," he mumbles, and lets himself drift off to sleep.
* * *
McCoy stops dead as he enters the room where Spock is being kept. He supposes he should have expected something like this - from what he's heard the two of them rarely spend a night apart - but he thought Kirk would have more sense than to get into bed with Spock while he's this ill. Shaking his head, he strides forward, intending to wake Kirk and get him to move, but then his gaze flickers up to the panel above Spock's bed, and he pauses, unable to believe his eyes.
Spock's readings have stabilised. They're not quite back to normal, but they're out of the danger zone, far above where they were the last time he checked.
Quickly he steps forward and makes some adjustments, making sure that the machinery isn't picking up Kirk's readings and confusing everything, but no. Somehow, Kirk's presence has done what McCoy himself couldn't, and as he watches Spock stirs slightly and moves further into Kirk's embrace before settling down again, his breathing deep and even.
Smiling now, McCoy gathers a blanket from the cupboard and covers them both with it before quietly leaving the room, secure in the knowledge that Spock will be fine, just as long as Kirk is with him.