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“Don’t let go.” Jim holds tight to Spock’s wrist, emotions flowing freely between them as he dangles from the edge of a cliff that wasn’t there a moment ago. He looks up, and can see his reflection in the shine of Spock’s eyes.
“You’ve got me,” he says. He isn’t afraid of falling.
After what feels like forever, Jim is hauled up, stumbling into Spock’s arms as soon as his feet hit the ground.
“Jim,” Spock is trembling, muscles spasming from strain and stress.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” Jim whispers, “you saved me. We’re okay.”
“You almost—”
“Shh…” he runs a hand through Spock’s hair, nails scritching gently against his scalp, “it’s over, Spock. We’re alright,” He can feel Spock’s desperation and lingering terror thrumming through their bond, the disbelief that he’s succeeded, that Jim is safe, “oh, honey…” Spock only holds him tighter.
He distantly hears Sulu calling for beam-up, but Jim doesn’t let go of Spock as the transporter beam sparkles around them.
Bringing them home.