Memorial Day

By Nadja Lee  

English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.

Disclaimer: “Star Trek” and all the characters here belong to Gene Roddenberry, Paramount and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.

Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without permission of the author.

Timeline: During the first 5 year mission.

Universe: ST: TOS.

Pairing: Spock/OFC, Kirk/ Miramanee

Summary: Kirk and Spock remember their deceased wives...

Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.

Feedback: Yes, please. My e-mail address is neh@post10.tele.dk.

Rating: PG

Series: Sequel to “Paradise Lost”

Warnings: A very old fic, written very quickly. One of my first fics ever.  Be warned!

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McCoy looked at his friends. Even since he had gone up to the bridge this morning he could tell that something was wrong. It was easy to see on Jim. He seemed distanced and uninterested. It was a little harder with Spock. But it was there. A moment's hesitation in his answers, a far away look in his eyes.

After two hours with Jim and Spock were both pretended that everything was as it used to be but everyone could feel the tense atmosphere in the room that grow thicker by the minute McCoy had had enough.

“Captain, Spock may I talk to you both for a moment?” he asked, his question directed as Jim who as captain had to agree to it.

“Not now. We are busy, ” Jim answered for both of them. Yes, busy in your dreams, McCoy thought sarcastically. It had been a slow day and they were nowhere near any potentially dangerous situation. Nothing dangerous had happen in a month.

“Right now,” at Jim’s instant look of denial he added strongly, “doctor’s orders.” When he could see that both Spock and Jim looked ready to protest despite this he added, “Okay, then. You are both relieved of duty for the rest of the day,” he ignored the shocked expressions he got. As CMO this was within his right and he was sure that Kirk and Spock’s distraction could have had dangerous consequences had they been in an explosive situation. “Sulu, you take over,” he said and the young man looked uncertainly between the doctor and the captain, not moving from his seat as long as the captain wasn’t.

Jim sighed and waved Spock to his side. Together they followed the Doctor out and Kirk waved Sulu over to take his place. No one said a word until they reacted Jim's quarters where they seated themselves around the table.

“Well, what is wrong?” McCoy asked as no one seemed eager to start the conversation.

“Wong? Why nothing is wrong, Doctor, ” Spock answered and Jim nodded his agreement. McCoy began to get just a little tired of this game. Why did he always have to force these two stubborn men to feel better?

“Now stop it, ” McCoy said angrily. And when he saw that Jim obviously thought that he talked to Spock alone he added, “You, too.” Jim gave him his ‘Who Me?’ look. Really sometimes his friends acted like children. “Now, tell me the truth,” he demanded. “And no more talking around the subject, ” McCoy added more gently as he noticed the pain in their eyes that they both tried to hide. Both men remained stubbornly quiet. They both hated to share their pain with others. Including him. They sat as if they were being questioned about Starfleet secrets by Klingons and not talking with their friend.

“I will not declare you mentally fit for duty before you both talks about this. It is obviously eating you up alive,” McCoy insisted, knowing he had to threaten his friends before they did what they had to in order to get better.

No one said a word, Jim crossed his arms over his chest and Spock raised an eyebrow at McCoy.

“Man, one should think you were to a funeral,” McCoy complained. Both men looked at him with eyes full of shock and pain before they could hide it. McCoy smiled as the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together.

“That's it. Is it not?” McCoy asked triumphantly. Only silence met him but it confirmed his suspicions.

“Ok, Jim. You start since I can sit and question Spock for weeks and not get a word from him.

Jim sighed. Then it was as if the weight off his pain became too much for even him. He looked at McCoy and his eyes said what the words did not.

“Miramanee would be 23 years old today. She counted years in summers but I converted the circa date she gave me and her planet’s measurement of years into ours and as far as I figured today would have been her birthday,” Jim said quietly, betraying that he had spend a lot of time on this, making McCoy worry about the almost obsessive nature of his research of his dead wife. McCoy looked with compassion at him. Spock looked shocked at Jim’s revelation.

“Strange, ” he said quietly, making gotten his reaction under control.

“What is?” Jim and McCoy asked at the same time.

“Elina would be 25 years old today, ” Spock said softly. McCoy and Jim could see the pain in his eyes and hear it in his voice. Spock's pain was different from his, Jim thought. Jim had learned to love again. Despite having lost his wife and unborn child, despite the pain he had felt he had still managed to move on. He always did. He loved, he lost, he hurt…but he went on. Jim wasn’t sure if Spock could ever move on. He had giving Elina all what he had. His heart, his soul everything that was him. There was no more left to give.

Jim and Spock shared a meaningful glance and McCoy could see that he was no more needed, so he left. He was happy what he had been able to help his friends to share their burdens with each other.

“I grieve with thee, ” Jim said gently in the traditional Vulcan way. Spock nodded and said.

“As I grieve with thee.”

A look shared between them said everything. They knew each other's pains and without a word Jim put his arms around Spock and for the first time he hugged his friend close, letting him know he understood even without any words having been spoken. Spock let Jim’s colder skin but warm embrace ease his suffering and he returned the embrace. The moment lasted for a few minutes or forever, it was all the same but when they drew apart the intense pain inside had fainted from both of their hearts.

Later Spock stood in the observatory. He often came here at night and remembered Elina. She was still as alive is his heart as the last time he had seen her. With a sigh he looked up at the stars. They were so beautiful and remembered him of Elina.

“My wife. In a perfect world we would be together. Inseparably. But this world is far from perfect and now you live only in my heart, ” Spock whispered quietly. As he stood there alone he thought for a moment that he could fell Elina’s warm and loving embrace comforting him and protecting him for the cold and pain of the world. But then it was gone.

“I will carry you with me in my heart always,” he said gently. In that moment he looked like an old man who had fought the battle of his life and lost. But then he found his control again. He went alone out of the door while the stars bathed him in their silver coloured light.

He was alone as he had always been and always would be. He only had one support and his name was Jim. Jim, his friend and soulmate. Jim who was his source of comfort, warmth and love. He sighed. He was going to be all right. He always made it through. But he could not stop thinking to what prize?

He had lost everything that meant something to him except Jim. And one day he would lose him as well. The longer lifespan of a Vulcan would make sure he would feel the loss of his t’hy’la as well before his own death. There was no room for his needs and wishes in this world. He was not like the others. Had he not always been alone, outside? He should have got used to the feeling. Get used to the loneliness and the dark. A shivering went though him. But he properly never would. Suddenly as he passed by Jim’s quarters his door opened and his friend invited him inside, into his silent support and light and Spock smiled inside. As long as he had Jim he was all right. As long as he had Jim he was never truly alone. What he would do the day he lost Jim was something he refused to think about. For now he would just enjoy this wonderful constant of having Jim in his life. As the night dragged on the two soul friends silently supported each other and the next morning the dark clouds had disappeared, banished in the light of their shared strength and love.

 

The End