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The Room Where It Happens (Jim Kirk x Reader Part 5)

That Would Be Enough (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5- you are here)

Pairing: AOS Jim Kirk/Reader (mentioned)

Warnings: A little bit of angst, some recap mentioning injuries and death, some mentions of Bones-being-Doctor-MacGyver

A/N: So, I’ve figured out where I want this to go, and I think there may be two or three more parts. Hopefully these last few parts will leave you satisfied with all the build-up. :) Enjoy!

“Y/N? Hey, come on. Open your eyes, it’s alright.”

You swung as hard as you could with your right hand through the murky state you were waking up in.

“Fucking hell, that’s a nice thank-you!”

When your vision adjusted, you realized that it was not one of the attackers who had found you, but just Bones. 

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, “reflex reaction.”

McCoy rolled his eyes in that loving way he usually reserved for you and Jim, before opening the hatch above his head. The light from Altamid’s sun blinded you momentarily, but your eyes quickly adjusted. You pulled yourself up and out of the crashed ship, and Bones took your hands to help you to the ground. 

You began studying your surroundings almost instantly; Bones had crashed your three into a trench-like rock formation too high to climb and find high ground. The land seemed to be clear at the moment, but you weren’t sure how long that wound remain true.

Three, you remembered. Spock had been injured.

You turned around to see Leonard helping pull Spock from the wreckage. If at all possible, his wound looked even worse; there was now a piece of debris lodged in his side.

“Y/N, can you find-”

“-I’ll look for something to stop the bleeding,” you ducked back inside, trying to look for anything to help McCoy. You frantically ravaged through the ship to find some sort of medical kit. After tearing apart the panels and parts of the entire interior, you emerged, frustrated and sweaty.

“There’s no medical supplies on board. The soldiers inside must not be expected to try to save themselves if they crash and burn.”

You didn’t want to think about the further implications of the lack of med supplies on the lackey ships. Leonard either didn’t hear you or was more concerned about the bleeding Vulcan on the rock in front of him. You stood back quietly and let him work; you liked to watch the med crew, sometimes. Their work was more delicate than yours, and as a security ops, you certainly appreciated it (though perhaps not as much as the engineers).

“All good, boys? Because we should head for cover,” you said. McCoy lifted Spock’s arm over his shoulder and began to follow you toward the rocks.

“Any insight on who or what those bastards could be?” McCoy asked.

“I wish. Their technology is so vastly different than anything else we’ve seen...I almost wish I’d stayed on the bridge...to hear what Kalara knew about them.”

“I know,” he said. He didn’t look at you.

“Leonard,” you said softly, “we can’t save everyone. I’m sorry I made you leave that guy behind back there.”

He doesn’t respond, but you can tell that the lost crew member isn’t what’s on his mind.

“That looks dark and dangerous,” McCoy assessed the shadowed shelter that the three of you had stumbled upon. You raised your eyebrows at him as Spock looked over the entrance.

“We don’t have a ton of options, and we need to make sure we have cover by nightfall.”

“Doesn’t stop it from-” Bones grumbled, but Spock made the clear command decision by venturing forward.

“Two against one,” you bounced with a smirk and followed behind the Vulcan commander.

“And we’re going in.”

“It is only logical that we find shelter, Doctor,” Spock explained in his usual even tone. “Our chances of survival will increase greatly, thus increasing the likelihood that we are able to locate any other survivors and devise a plan of rescue.”

“For the missing crew members or us?” you raised your eyebrows and looked around the small, round structure the three of you had entered. It was plant-like in composition, with odd markings along the ceiling and what looked to be the remnants of circuitry.

“...Preferably both,” Spock noted. You whirled around at the sound of Spock grimacing and clutching his side. McCoy quickly rushed to the Vulcan’s side and lowered him to the ground. You swiftly pulled off the lower part of your left sleeve and wrapped it around Spock’s torso, trying to prevent any more external bleeding.

“It’s the adrenaline, it’s wearing off,” McCoy sighed and sat against the wall. “He’ll be quiet for a while.”

You let out a huff as you sat beside the doctor. The two of you stared at the unconscious Vulcan; the silence was palpable.

“I still wonder, you know...what you said to Jim before you left the hospital that day,” Leonard said, so quiet that his gruff voice was barely a whisper. “He made it sound like you hated him.”

“I can’t hate Jim,” you pulled your legs to your chest and rested your cheek on your knees. “I couldn’t hate him if I tried.”

“That makes two of us,” he chuckled, sounding empty. “What I would’ve given to be in the room where it happened.”

“What, the room where our best friend was recovering from literally dying? I couldn’t wait to leave.”

“I guess that’s not exactly what I mean...I just thought that you would have been bursting at the seams to see him.”

“I-it was complicated. I don’t know if I could explain it in an easy way.”

“You love him,” he shrugged, and you were somewhat surprised. “I saw the way you looked at him...the way you’re scared to now. Then you were put in a position where everything you loved about him became the one thing that might have taken him away forever, and you got scared. It happens to all of us.”

“And you say you needed to be in the room to understand,” you laughed sadly.

“I’ve...been there before.”

You sighed, “I know, your divorce, everything that happened. I’m sure it was aw-”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

You sat up straighter and turned to face your friend. He was looking at you with soft hazel eyes, and you knew.

“...when?”

“Jim wasn’t the only one Khan hurt, you know that,” he said. “It’s my medbay, I still had to confirm your prep for the rescue operation from your injuries. And your little spat with the Romulan wasn’t a picnic, either. But it was a little before that, if that’s what you mean. I’m sorry. I don’t wanna confuse you.”

You cast your eyes to your boots, trying not to be overwhelmed by all that had happened in this one crazy, emotional day. Chewing on your lip, you focused on keeping your breaths even. Bones didn’t offer anything beyond a pat on the arm; his considerate gesture of restraint almost pushed you over the edge. 

We will find Jim, you tell yourself.

I will go back to Yorktown, and everything will be okay.

Okay...

Okay...

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