Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. (x)
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t334:
Me when I talk about something I want Jim to do to Spock: I want Jim to hold Spock close at night, arms wrapped up around his waist warm and heavy, and pleasant emotion wafting between them, past the fabrics of their clothes. I want Spock’s head to rest under Jim’s chin, his breathing soft and subtle, and comfortable, soaking up every affection Jim has for him. I want Jim to kiss Spock’s forehead in the early mornings, and nip his ears playfully at night, but more than anything I want Spock to know he’s loved.
Me when I talk about something I want Spock to do to Jim: I want Spock to kiss Jim’s fingertips and Jim to die.
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FREE WILLY (I’m sorry this was just the first thing I thought when the enterprise freaking jumped out of the water I love this movie so much)
getting my hand to remember how to draw this loser…….. federation poster boy ♡
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The Thread (Kirk/Spock, ST AOS), Hours 17, 18, 19
*HOUR 17*
Jim regains consciousness and groans. "You asshole.“
“Our situation was critical.” Spock sets aside the communicator. With the cave’s thick rock walls, there is little chance their signals will reach the Enterprise.
“Tamura?”
“Unknown.”
The small lights from Spock’s utility kit flicker over Jim’s face, casting shadows that make his cheeks appear gaunt.
“Spock, I’m just one guy. You can’t put my safety ahead of the crew.”
Spock turns away so that Jim will not observe his hands trembling.
“Hey. Spock.”
When he quirks an eyebrow at the captain, Jim gestures impatiently. "I know we’re both freezing. Get over here.“
*HOUR 18*
"I can hear you thinking,” Jim complains, huddled under Spock’s arm.
Spock gathers him closer, noting the perspiration soaking Jim’s garments.
“What are the odds hordes of mean warriors will bum rush us?”
“I have blocked the entrance with substantial boulders.”
“But you’ve got your kit? If they do come, the explosives –”
“Any detonation will bury us alive.”
“That’s a no-go, then. Whatever else happens, don’t do anything to compromise your chances of making it out.”
“I will not ‘make it out’ without you.”
Jim says nothing at first. When he hugs Spock weakly, Spock returns the embrace.
*HOUR 19*
Jim sleeps fitfully. Spock watches his gold eyelashes flutter, adjusts him whenever his discomfort appears apparent.
Then they hear frantic scuffling outside their barrier.
At once Jim struggles to stand upright.
“No! You must conserve your strength!” Despite Spock’s harsh tone, he eases Jim down gently.
“Spock, what if that’s rescue out there? Or Tamura needing our help?”
“I am poised and ready to assist you should an opportunity present itself.”
An annoyed huff is his only answer.
Suddenly they hear a short, piercing wail.
Silence follows.Jim’s eyes look very blue indeed before he grimaces and averts his gaze.
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The Thread (Kirk/Spock, ST AOS), Hours 14, 15, 16
*HOUR 14*
Jim had been the one to reconfigure the communicator, maneuvering pilfered parts with fingers made nimble by determination.
“Captain! We had no idea what had happened!”
“Aside from everything going haywire with our hosts, we’re okay, Scotty.”
Tamura shoots an incredulous look at Jim.
“Can you beam us up?” Jim continues.
“Something’s jamming the controls. Got my whole crew on it.”
“While you pursue a solution, summon Doctor McCoy,” Spock intervenes.
Jim glares at him for taking the communicator out of his shaking hands.
“Are ye ailing?” Scotty asks.
“Time is of the essence, Lieutenant Commander.”
“Straight away, Mister Spock.”
*HOUR 15*
“Tell me the captain’s symptoms one more time, Spock.”
“Doctor, I assure you I have reported the details exactly.”
The communicator hisses out McCoy’s frustrated sigh. "Well, it’s not much, but we’ll do everything we can. Once we’ve narrowed down the possible toxins, we’ll get started on bunches of potential antidotes.“ He pauses. "Spock, did the Darandu say how long…”
Spock and Tamura both look to Jim, who now shivers almost constantly.
“No indication of the duration was given,” Spock replies.
“God, I’m right here,” Jim says irritably.
“Hold tight, Jim,” McCoy says, his voice steely. "We’ll figure this out.“
*HOUR 16*
A commotion reaches their ears: a group of Darandu advancing close by.
“The signal,” Tamura mutters.
Spock understands at once; their communication to the Enterprise likely gave them away.
“There’s a cave a few hundred meters back,” Jim recalls.
“We must head there directly.”
The soldiers let out a yell; nearby, an answering call echoes.
“Someone needs to fend them off.” Tamura looks at Spock, her eyes clear.
“Absolutely not. Either you two leave me behind, or we all stick together,” Jim says fiercely.
“My apologies, Captain,” Spock murmurs.
“For what?” Jim snaps.
Spock immediately employs the Vulcan nerve pinch.
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