Star Trek

Almost a lifetime, and Spock left him for half his life.One of his hearts had been hanging by him for 20 years, but Spock walked so firmly and silently, completely disappearing from his life without warning, like a drop of rain falling into a lake.

No one can really imagine a goodbye day.And he doesn't even know if he wants to see Spock again.

The unexpected reunion had a greater impact on him than he had imagined.But Kirk didn't withdraw his hand, and it took him ten seconds to calm down - so calm that he couldn't believe it. Kirk pulled the hem of his clothes, hid the exposed corner of the bandage on his abdomen, and slightly tilted his head to show a standard ritualized smile: "James T. Kirk, may I ask who you are?"

73. 【Spirk】Storm Gate

"... Shi'Kahr's research headquarters is extracting samples for further analysis, and they initially determined that this infected cell is controllable, although it will rapidly and infinitely divide and reproduce in the human body through the blood, but it can be killed Dead. Further results need to be studied, but it is not impossible to truly cure this virus..."

"...Shi'Kahr has protected the headquarters well as the last barrier, so San Francisco has not been infected yet. But it has been strictly martial law, and now outsiders are not allowed to enter, and the identification screening system has been completely abolished."

"Abandon the system? What does that mean?"

"That is to say, no matter how powerful you are, you cannot enter San Francisco from the outside. The people inside—even if they are the president of the Federation or the President of the Empire, can't go back out of San Francisco."

"Exactly. There is a possibility that Shi'Kahr's infestation will become a place of exile."

"so……"

The sound of the discussion buzzed around, but Kirk couldn't hear it at all.He's sitting in the middle of the crowd, right across from Spock's babble, with Chekov to his left, and the Russian boy watching him worriedly - obviously anyone can notice that he's distracted.

So is McCoy.The doctor sat to Spock's right and shot him a questioning look: "Jim, what do you think?"

Hearing his own name, Kirk was in a daze for a moment: "No...it's nothing. I'm not distracted."

This kind of self-indulgence made McCoy even more suspicious: "Son, you are not quite right today. Is it uncomfortable? Or is the wound—"

"Are you hurt?" Spock turned his gaze to him abruptly at the news, and the guy had been trying not to recognize him—there was no one in the room—before that.

But what can Kirk say?After all, he was the first to deny that they knew each other.He doesn't want to admit it.

"No." This was addressed to McCoy, "just a little tired. Also," he looked straight back, "it's none of your business, Mr. Spock."

He put the accent on the word sir.

The conversation immediately became anxious, their eyes were tense, and everyone was keenly aware of the subtle change in the atmosphere. Although McCoy was full of doubts, he had to stand up and be a peacemaker at this time. He clapped his hands, which was a sign of termination: "This is the end of today's discussion. Spock, you have worked hard back home, go to rest first Come on. Jim, you come with me."

Kirk had to obey him, well, who let this be McCoy's place?

He doesn't stop for a second as he walks past Spock, or even turn his eyes.

So is Spock.It couldn't be better.

"I don't want to say how bad you are with Spock—yes, I don't like him a lot of the time, he's just a freak. But the base respects him a lot, and you're a newcomer, and you pick him up on you. Totally useless, do you understand?" McCoy took him to his room, Kirk leaned against the head of the bed, and McCoy sat on the chair and turned to look at him, "But that's not what I want to say. I want to ask Ask—if you'll tell me; did you and Spock know each other before?"

Kirk folded his hands behind his head and raised an eyebrow at the words.

"Don't look at me that way, boy, I've seen a lot more people than you—real, flesh-and-blood, thinking people, not walking dead like you shot in the head. My gut tells me there's something wrong with you two," McCoy said.And Kirk found that he always seemed so good-hearted.

"No. I don't know him," Kirk replied after a pause for a few seconds.

Although McCoy was full of disbelief, he didn't press on.He just rubbed his temples: "Okay, if you say so. But you have to know, Jim, before you go—you'll have a long time to spend together. No matter what you think of each other, Don't fight, don't be here, don't be in front of those kids and women."

Kirk got up from the bed. "I remember. Anything else?"

"Yes," McCoy said, "are you sure you want to join Sulu's patrol starting tomorrow? I mean, I know you were a soldier, but your injuries—"

"They're fine."

"Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?"

Kirk thinks he needs to adjust his strategy: Given that McCoy is always protective of everyone like a mother hen, and he has lost the person he should care for most, it doesn't hurt for Kirk to act as a role.He blinked, making his eyes look seven-pointed and praying three-point pitiful: "It'll be fine. I'll be with Chekov, he saved me last time, remember?"

"Chekov?" McCoy shook his head. "He's a fucking kid—he's 17!"

"Yeah, so I can take care of him." Kirk smiled flawlessly—no one could resist that, no one.

McCoy waved his hand with a headache: "It's up to you, come back whole, boy. I really broke my heart for you and broke this old bone!"

Why is there such a thing as gossip in human nature?

After finally driving away Chekov and Sulu (mainly the former) who came to ask questions, Kirk lay on the hard bed without turning on the light, feeling ten times more tired than after being injured in the dim light.He doesn't want to answer any questions about Spock, doesn't want to recall anything about Spock.

He was very lucky to get a bed at the base - most of them just squeezed on mats spread out on the ground.Through these days of getting along, they think he is a fighter (and he is proud of it), and he also showed Kirk's excellent leadership skills. Soon Kirk rose to a position above Sulu and below McCoy in the eyes of everyone, of course. There is a small separate room of its own.

Yes, below McCoy, and...well below Spock.

From the two young men's narrations, Kirk sort of grasped Spock's claim and prestige in the base, and he seemed like a patron saint to them.They support all his decisions.

And he had... believed him unreservedly.

Not trusting Spock to save them both, but trusting that Spock wouldn't leave him, wouldn't leave him alone in a concentration camp.

Of course, Spock missed his appointment, and Kirk would never believe his nonsense again—

The door opened.

Someone walked in, moving very lightly, as if afraid of disturbing his sleep.The sound of footsteps was unfamiliar yet familiar, and Kirk's lying movements tensed immediately: Sulu and Chekov had just left, and McCoy's movement of entering the door was always in a hurry, and everyone else would definitely knock on the door before entering.

He didn't want to see anyone, so he turned his back to the door, but accidentally touched the slow-healing wound on his abdomen, grinning his teeth in pain and "hissing".

"Jim..." That worried call was so familiar, even so familiar that he hated it.He's still not immune to Spock's voice after all, isn't he?He's always been like this, Spock is a gap in his life that can't be filled, he can make himself fully armed, the only place where it's empty, vulnerable and vulnerable.

He wanted to yell back and stop calling him by his name like that, or to ridicule him that he was still worried about himself... But it's now, what's the use of venting his dissatisfaction, pain and hatred?

Kirk chose to close his eyes and ignore it.

Darkness always makes other senses more sensitive. Spock walks to his bedside, and - he can imagine without looking, hands behind his back, back stiffened to the point of pain - stares at himself.That gaze fell behind his back, as if trying to burn a hole out of him.

"You're hurt." Same sentence as earlier in the meeting, but this time it's an affirmation with a sigh.

"...Don't say it like you still care." His voice was almost buried in the pillow.

Spock was silent for a while before answering slowly, "Of course I care, Jim."

God he misses him—misses the way Spock says his name, he can even imagine how Spock's lips move when he says those syllables—he really doesn't want to cry.

But he couldn't help it.

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