DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc and Viacom. The story contents are the creation and property of Djinn and are copyright (c) 2004 by Djinn. This story is Rated PG-13.
No Such Thing as Goodbye
by Djinn
This takes place after ST:WoK. This is
mostly likely Kirk and Chapel from the Prime Series. They've broken up,
have been apart for some time. But Kirk
calls Chapel in when McCoy begins to lose it just before the events of STIII. This is after she has seen McCoy, when Kirk is
walking her home. They’ve stopped outside
her apartment.
Kirk turned to watch Chapel leave
and saw that she had turned back also. She was staring at him, a lost look on her
face.
He took a step toward her,
then another. "There's something
else I want to ask you. Not about McCoy."
She waited for him to get to
her, never taking her eyes off him.
"The last time I saw
you, you were with McNair. Is that
serious?"
She slowly shook her head.
"Does he know
that," Kirk asked as he moved closer to her.
"I'm not sure." Her expression was serious, calm and steady. But something burned in her eyes. "Do you want to come in?"
"Do you want me to come
in?"
"Yes." She held out her hand. "Yes, I do."
"I'm not McNair, Chris. If I come in, it will be serious."
She reached for his hand,
grabbed it and pulled him to the door. "You think I don't know that?"
They managed to maintain some
sense of decorum on the short elevator ride, and on the longer walk to her
apartment. But as soon as the door
closed she was kissing him and he was tearing her uniform off and they were
pushing each other toward the bedroom.
"I almost lost
you," she said, the sound almost a moan, as she pulled his uniform off. "Khan could have killed you."
"He didn't," Kirk
said as he pushed her down on the bed, followed her. She tried to pull him to her but he grabbed
her arms, dragged them over her head. "Chris...missed you so."
As he kissed her neck, biting
softly, then more forcefully, she whispered. "So, I don't have to worry about
Carol?"
He chuckled. "We're friends now."
That answer apparently did
not satisfy her. "Jim."
He pulled back, studied her
face. "No. You don't have to worry about Carol." He let go of her arms, felt them wrap around
him, felt her legs pull him down, pull him into her. "God, Chris. I've missed this."
"Love you," she
whispered as he moved inside her. "Love you so much. Hated being apart."
She kissed his cheek, then
nipped at his ear. "Whose stupid
idea was that?"
"I believe it was your
stupid idea. Goddamn firebrand that you
are." He captured her lips, kissed
her deeply as he moved faster, harder. He could feel her clenching and the sensation
sent him over the edge. He heard someone
yelling, and realized he was making the noise.
She was grinning at him as
she wrapped her legs around his, holding him inside her. "Don't leave me."
"I'm not going to leave
you. I don't ever want to leave
you." He tried to move so he wasn't
resting on her but she wouldn't let him.
"I'm strong. I want to feel you again. I want to know you're back."
He kissed her. "I'm back. I'm back and I'm not leaving you again."
She shook her head as she
finally let him roll them over so that she was resting on him. "Famous last
words." She let her head lie
on his chest for a moment, then she jerked it back up.
"Whats-her-name? Angelica? Does she know that you're not leaving me
again?"
He grinned. "It's Antonia."
"Whatever." She was about to say more but his hand moving
lower stopped her, turning her words into a groan instead.
"She and I broke up a
while ago."
"I'm so sorry," she
said, her tone leaving no doubt that she wasn't.
He pushed her back. "Shut up, Chris."
As he kissed her, his hand
never stopping, she did shut up. Until
she cried out, her words muffled against his lips. He pulled away, let his hand trace the flushed
patches on her chest.
She was staring at him. "I love you."
He pulled her to him, felt
himself relax for the first time in days. "I thought I'd never hear you say that
again."
He heard her exhale in amusement.
"Even if I never said it, I'd never
stop feeling it. We have
something...something that won't go away." She twined her fingers with his. "I'm sorry, Jim. So sorry about Spock."
He closed his eyes, let his breath escape in a slow stream. "He's dead." The words still hurt. "I'm having trouble getting used to
saying that. Spock is dead." He swallowed hard. "One of us had to die first. I just always thought it would be me." He looked at her, curious what she was
thinking.
She was watching him
intently. "He was Vulcan. He should have outlived us all." Her hand tightened on his. "He never stopped loving you
either."
"I know." Kirk thought back to their last scene in
engineering. Spock's words, his voice so
ragged: "I have been and always shall be your friend." So much unsaid, so much love felt...felt
forever. "I loved him."
"I know." There was no censure, just gentle
understanding in her eyes as he pulled her up to kiss him. She let go of his hand, smoothed back his
hair. "How long has it been since
you really slept?"
"Too
long. Forever." He pulled her down, into the crook of his arm.
"We always slept together
well."
He could feel her smile
against his bare skin. "We always
did a lot of things together well. Sleeping was just one of them."
"Why'd we stop doing
them?"
She didn't answer for a long
moment. Then she said, "Because we
were incredibly dumb?"
He smiled. "I'll buy that." He kissed her hair. "We do some things so well...but the fire
we have, it burns so hot. Too hot at
times I think."
She nodded. "Passion. Out of control."
"Passion." He thought about Antonia, how gentle she had
been, how tame. He'd found it comforting. He'd also found it boring. But that was over. He had Chris back, had this fire back. It was scary but it was also so right. He might get burned but he'd risk it. He needed it, needed her, now more than ever.
He turned so he was facing her. "Is McCoy going to be okay?"
"I don't know, Jim. I wasn't sugarcoating it for you when I said
earlier that I wasn't sure how he was. I
truly don't know."
"Okay." He'd have to wait then. As she'd said earlier.
Wait and see. He yawned, heard her
chuckle softly. "You wore me out,
Doctor."
"It's a new therapy,
haven't you heard?" She snuggled in closer. "Hold me."
"Forever," he said,
his eyes already closing. "And it
won't be long enough," he mumbled as he surrendered to sleep--and to her.
FIN