Lost Days (p.t. 7)
Intro: Is this the end? OH NO! Once again requested by @missmle712 - the reason for all this angst. :)
Ok so I have a lot of feelings about the end of this series. I am actually so proud of this last part I thought I wasn’t going to get it to turn out how I wanted it but it definitely turned out much better than I could have hoped. I loved writing this series. I definitely did. It didn’t get a lot of hype or a lot of notes and I have to be honest and say that that did discourage me a little, but those who did love it, those who reblogged or left comments literally kept this series going because I didn’t want to disappoint you. And next time I have a series I am definitely writing the entire thing before I post it because it was actually quite stressful to keep up with it. But I am so happy with how it turned out. And I hope you are happy as well.
So thank you making the journey of Lost Days a memorable one. You guys rock.
Pairing: Jim x reader
Word Count: 3,450 (holy moly)
Summary: We have reached the end ladies and gents. Is it going to be a happy or sad ending? Read and find out!
As I waited for Bones, lying on the office floor in a pool of my own blood, I only entertained for a moment the possibility that I was actually going to die there. The only reason I really cared was that I didn’t know if Bones could find you without my help.
I had called him when I received the message that told me where you were, telling him that if I didn’t send him a com in an hour, to come in after me. Of course he had tried to get me to back down, to let him help me, but I didn’t have time. You didn’t have time.
He took a lot longer than I thought he was going to, and images played in my brain over and over. Your eyes on mine. The gun pressed to your head. The crazed look in Eve’s eyes. You finally remembering me. Then the gun pointed at my chest. Then a deep pain. Your hands on my face. You calling my name.
As I watched them take you away, kicking and screaming and calling my name, as I watched them drug you, your body going instantly limp, an odd sense of happiness pulled at my brain. I was dying. But I was happy.
It could have been delirium, that’s what Bones would have said, or something to do with the blood loss, that would have been the logical reason, Spock would have informed. But I couldn’t help but think it was because of the way your eyes met mine when you remembered. The way your lips formed my name when you finally remembered. You remembered me.
I felt my entire world shift again, if that was possible. You were alive. And the entire world could have exploded and I wouldn’t have cared because you came back to me.
When Bones finally showed up, he went into full doctor mode, and I just let him work, let him fret over me because that’s what he did best. Eventually he stopped the bleeding enough to move me and then suddenly we were beamed aboard the Enterprise.
I asked Bones where you were, told him there was no way in hell he was operating on me until I knew you were safe. But it was a half-hearted response as he literally had his hands inside the hole in my chest, trying to stop the bleeding. So he called me a ‘god-damned idiot” and told me that he had already told Scotty and Spock about the situation, and that they were already searching for you. The only problem was how difficult it was going to be to find a small mission pod in the middle of the galaxy.