By Coral
Disclaimer: Disclaimers as usual.
The ship shook. Sparks flew. Fires raged on the bridge, crewmembers flung from their seats. She stretched one arm out, trying to feel her way, trying to reach him, not caring who saw or what they thought. There – there he was. She grabbed her Captain's hand, squeezing it. Why had she never told him, never taken time? He opened his eyes, smiling; a twinkle in his eye that she felt was wholly inappropriate.
"Captain..."
"We'll make it, Number One. Spock will get us out."
"Chris..." She needed to tell him, but he hushed her.
"I know, Number One, I know."
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