Hello :) Are you still doing prompts? Because if you are Can you please write: McSpirk - "it's not your fault"
-Reappears six months late sipping Starbucks- I’m always taking prompts! Though, apparently, sometimes it takes me a ridiculously long time to get to them. I’m trying to reassert my creativity and keep myself from going insane due to school overload. So yes! I’ve finally written this, I’m sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy <3
It’s a damn good thing that Leonard finished his psychology doctorate, because when Jim gets like this he needs every ounce of his training to actually get through Jim’s thick skull – and sometimes he can’t, no matter how hard he tries or how much back up he calls in.
“It’s not your fault,” Leonard says softly, laying a hand gently on Jim’s shoulder. “You couldn’t have known.”
“But I should have.” Jim’s voice is cold with self-recrimination.
While it doesn’t happen very often, sometimes it becomes clear that Jim, for all his strengths, has been given too much authority at too young of an age. Leonard has had enough experience to know that sometimes there’s shit-all you can do in some situations. He knows that doesn’t make it any easier, especially not when someone dies on his table, but there’s a difference between losing someone in a familiar operating room and losing someone on an unexplored planet.
Leonard glances over at Spock and arches an eyebrow. He hadn’t actually been on the away-mission, so he couldn’t really say anything with any authority.
“Jim,” Spock says softly, and moves to take a seat next to Jim on the edge of the bed and lay his hand lightly on Jim’s other shoulder.
Seems like Spock’s been learning something after all about the fine art of physical comfort.
“There was no way to foresee every possible outcome of a mission on a completely unknown planet. The entire crew is well versed, and imminently aware, that they may lose their lives on this voyage, on any deep space mission conducted by Starfleet. It is a risk that all have accepted willingly.”
Jim seems to deflate at that, his shoulders slumping as he lets his head fall onto Spock’s shoulder.
Leonard takes that as a sign that he should join them. He perches on the other side of Jim, and takes Jim’s still trembling hand in his own. Bringing it to his lips, he presses a kiss to Jim’s knuckles, tenderly stroking the back of his hand.
“I should have known,” Jim whispers again, though the heat and certainty is gone from his voice. “I should have-” A soft sob breaks Jim’s voice.
Jim’s head turns further into Spock’s shoulder to hide the tears that he can no longer hold back.