[Fanfic+Fanart] Star Trek: Matches
Title: Matches
Author: xx-azure_sky_xx
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1,270
Summary: Kirk is injured, and without his communicator in a frozen land, and all he has are a couple of matches...
A/N: Uhhhhh...yes. So, my prompt on space_wrapped was "Something Based On The Little Match Girl", and originally I was intending on doing a comic...until I got busy and realized I couldn't draw certain panels that well(damn you art block!). So this is part fic. part fanart. The best of both worlds, right? Ah-haaaa. I'm sorry about how sketchy/sloppy some panels look! I needed to get certain panels drawn quickly, to meet the deadline...*scurries away*
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Kirk wasn't sure how long he had been walking, or where he was for that matter. He knew it was at least far enough away that the soldiers weren't chasing after him anymore, but that didn't help the fact that he was lost, alone, injured, and without his phaser or communicator in this foreign, and very cold alien planet.
It was supposed to had been a simple diplomatic meeting, but it quickly turned into something else when soldiers jumped out from the shadows and attacked him and Spock. At some point in the fight, they had been so outnumbered and overwhelmed that Kirk lost both his phaser and communicator. Kirk and Spock both had to retreat in separate directions, and somehow he had managed to find the door and escaped outside, despite the freezing tundra that was the norm for that planet.
Now, a few hours later, he was wandering in what appeared to be a long deserted town, taking shelter from the wind in an alleyway. In the back of his mind he hoped that Spock had managed to escape alright, and had made it back onto the Enterprise...and had formed a search party. It was so cold here...and he was bleeding...Kirk smirked a little, though, at the thought of getting back on the ship, and confronting McCoy. "What the hell did you do to yourself, Jim?! You get yourself stabbed and you develop hypothermia?! The hell is wrong with you?!" Kirk wished he was back on the ship right now...deep in the warm embrace of his sarcastic pessimistic doctor, instead of here...in the cold...alone...
As Kirk sat in the alleyway, he checked his pockets in an attempt to find anything that might help him...and pulled his hands back in astonishment with a couple of matches...Kirk stared at them questioningly, wondering why he had matches in his pocket in the first place, but a cold chill in the air ran through him, and Kirk felt his body trembling from the cold and decided to think about where they came from later, and light one now. It wouldn't do a lot for heat...but at least it was something.
Kirk struck a match against the wall and held it up against his hand. Even that small flicker of warmth felt like a relief against his numbed fingers. He began to loose himself a little in the fire...and somewhere in the background...he could have sworn he heard a familiar hum...
...
The match went out, and Kirk started violently. Somewhere in his daze he could have sworn he was back on the Enterprise for a moment...he could hear her engines...could almost feel it...He quickly struck up another match...
And he couldn't believe his eyes...
In the glow of the match flame...against the opposite wall...he could suddenly see them...he could see his crew!
They were all there...looking at him...waiting for him...and it was so warm, and he could hear the engines, again. He could hear the usual noises associated with the bridge, and it was so familiar, and he was back on the bridge and Kirk turned and saw McCoy talking with Spock and was about to call out to him--
when the match went out...
Kirk stared at the now blank alley wall in dismay. What had just happened? What was going on? Was he going crazy? All he knew was that he was becoming colder...and was becoming so tired...and he only had one match left...Kirk knew it would be crazy to light it. That he should save it, try and hold out until the search party found him...But it was getting colder, and his body weaker from his wounds...
He struck the last match.
He was back on the bridge. Back on his ship. It wasn't cold here, and he wasn't alone. He looked around, searching for him. There he was, about to get onto the lift, probably going back to sick bay. He called out to him.
"Bones!"
McCoy turned at the call and stopped. Kirk tried to move forward, reaching out, hoping that he could get to him.
He needed to reach him! Somehow a small part of him inside knew that he needed to reach him before--!
...his image faded...and Kirk had no more matches to light...He leaned back against the wall, and stared up at the sky. He wasn't quite sure why he was suddenly feeling such a crushing sense of defeat...they were just hallucinations, right? Nothing would have actually happened if he had reached him before the match went out...right? There was a break in the clouds above...and for a moment he was able to see the clear night sky. So many stars...how he wished he could be back amongst them...A bright streak caught his eye, and Kirk watched as a star fell across the sky. He closed his eyes...
"Bones..."
"JIM!"
...
"Dammit! He's freezing! Spock! Get us back on the Enterprise, now!"
"Mr. Scott, we've recovered the Captain. Beam us back onto the Enterprise immediately."
It was warm again...And he could hear the hum of the Enterprise...As Kirk slowly regained consciousness, he was afraid to open his eyes. Afraid to find himself once again in that alleyway out on that frozen planet, and this feeling being merely an illusion brought forth by the warmth of those matches...
"Jim?"
Bones...Kirk opened his eyes and found Leonard McCoy hovering over him, worry clearly in his eyes. Was he real?
"Thank God, you're up. Geez, man! What the hell is wrong with you?! First you get stabbed then you decide it's a good idea to go gallivanting off into the snow without any food or your phaser or anything else that would have been damn useful?! While you're bleeding no less?! And then Spock comes back on board looking the worse for wear without you and then we find out your communicator's gone and-"
"Bones!"
McCoy paused in his tirade, to look at him, worry returning to his eyes. Jim had sat up in his bed and was now looking intently into McCoy's eyes, searching...
"Bones...it's...it's really you, isn't it?" He could have kicked himself for being this hesitant...but he needed to be sure...he couldn't...just couldn't have this be another illusion... McCoy moved to sit on his bed with a slightly questioning look.
"Yeah, Jim. It's really me...You're back on the Enterprise, and you're gonna be just fine..." Kirk breathed a sigh of relief, and McCoy gave a weary smile. "Dammit, Jim...you really, really had me worried this time. You've seriously gotta stop pulling shit like this. When I found you, just laying there in an alleyway, not moving...bleeding, with just a couple of matches scattered at your feet...on that god forsaken frozen planet...I thought...well, I thought..."
McCoy stared at him, hard, and Kirk immediately felt emotions well up inside. What would it had been like to had seen him like that? Kirk reached forward, needing to touch him, needed to make sure that he could. McCoy was faster.
He was real. He could feel him, his kiss, his warmth, his heartbeat. He clung onto McCoy's shirt as if, if he let go his doctor would vanish again. After a while, McCoy pulled away, both men breathing heavily.
"If you ever scare me like that again, I swear to god I'll kill you!"
Kirk laughed, and wrapped his arms around the doctor's neck.
"I'll try my best, Bones."
McCoy snorted.
"I guess that's the best I can get from you..."
Kirk smirked.
"Well, that's what you get for being in love with a Captain."
McCoy grinned, and pulled him back in for another deep kiss.
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Wow that turned out longer then I intended.
And hahahahaha you didn't actually think I was gonna kill him, did you?! This is a Christmas Advent Calender! I needed to throw in at least a little fluff, yes? ;D
I hope you liked it...considering...I've never written for Trek fandom before. >_< Hopefully my fanfic. or scribbles weren't too horrible. cx
Happy Holidays y'all!