Helen

T'Len

2003

Series. TOS

Pairing: K/S

Code: G

Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de

Summary: Jim grieves for a friend

Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. For all errors, blame me.

James Tiberius Kirk stood motionless in the lighted hospital-room and stared on the little human bundle, which peacefully slept in its bed. 'Like an angel,' he thought. 'She’s so small and innocent and she has no idea, that a few rooms away, her mother is fighting with the death.'

"Helen," he whispered. And the thoughts of the young woman drove hot tears into Jim’s eyes. He wiped them away with the back of his hands, clenched them then into fists. ‘Damn, it’s so unfair. She is so young and hopeful, a woman, which love her life, such an brilliant scientist. She should have laying a joyful future in front of her, especially now, where she his giving birth to this little miracle.'

James T. Kirk felt so helplessly, like never before in his life. He never had mind to fight against a superior opponent. A tenfold Klingon superiority would be very welcome right now. And he was sure that he had succeeded in this battle. Yet against this little, invisible virus, that was about to end Helen’s young and hopeful life, he was completely powerless.

Jim Kirk wasn’t one of those people, who related in higher powers, who even believed in them. He was a man of the action. Yet in this moment he prayed to all Gods of the universe, wherever they may be, that they enabled the physicians to save Helen’s life.

Jim didn’t know how long he had stood there so motionless, the burning eyes fixed on the little girl in her bed. His time-sense had already vanished hours ago. He only returned to the here and now as the door to the room softly was opened and a tall shadow felt on him.

Warm hands felt softly and tender on his shoulders. Jim turned slowly around. "How is ...?" he did not come further. A look in Spock’s sad, dark eyes gave him the answer already.

Jim swallowed hard. "Helen is...?" he reassured once again.

Spock nodded. "I’m so sorry, Jim", he whispered.

Jim felt how the tears came again into his eyes. He couldn’t hold them back – and he didn’t want to do so. Sobbing he did hide his head at the Vulcan’s shoulder. "That’s not fair, she was yet so young", he sobbed.

Spock took Jim tenderly into his arms, stroking softly over hiss back and through his hair. When Jim had calmed somewhat, he lifted hiss head. "What will happen with her know?" he asked, pointing on the little, new-born girl, who slept peacefully, not suspecting that she just lost her mother.

"We should speak about that", Spock answered. "But not here."

"We can’t let her alone here", Jim whispered Jim pleadingly.

Spock shook his head. "It was a long day for us both, Jim. We need some rest. For the baby is best cared here. The physicians and sisters care for that. And we will come back tomorrow."

He took Jim’s hand and pulled him to the door. Going against Kirk followed the Vulcan. 'Let us go home, t'hy'la', he heard Spock’s tender whisper in his thoughts.

TBC