So, it's been a while since I've written fanfiction. I mostly beta read and do work towards my master's in creative writing, but the new movie propelled me to do something. That said, this is just a little something I whipped up in about twenty minutes, editing, i.e. proofreading and tweaking, not in included.
The melodrama and absurdity is intended, but then shouldn't that be expected with the movie we were given?
So, usual disclaimer stuff applies. Don't own Star Trek, especially and fortunately, this new movie.
Read, relax, enjoy.
Forgot to add, you need knowledge of The Wrath of Kahn.
Kirk lay, weak and dying in the decontamination chamber of the warp core. Well, he wasn't really lying, but slumped against the side. It didn't really matter much because he was dying. Who would protest his positioning? Besides, he was scared.
On the outside, knelt Spock, the half-human, half-Vulcan first officer. And, he was crying.
Kirk started as if to say something and Spock moved forward a fraction of a second to hang on every last word of his Captain, the man he nearly choked to death just a year ago.
"You know what Spock," Kirk began, his tone different; the weakness was gone, the fear too, "something doesn't feel right."
"You mean you can't feel it? Like something's wrong? Some crazy sense of déjà vu or something?"
"You feel as though we have already been in this situation?"
"Well, no. Not this situation. It just, it feels like this is strange, like I know how it's supposed to go 'cause I've seen it or something and this just isn't the right way. Does that make any sense?"
"Perhaps it is the radiation that is affecting your mind?"
He paused, in thought.
"Still. Nah, you're probably right. Just the radiation. Back to dying, I guess," Kirk rationalized as the weak voice returned.