The ocean was a peaceful sight, with its ever-changing form and crashing waves that would create dissonance for the calm sea that laid around a body. The ocean held no pain, suffering nor fear that would bite the skin. Terror- glazed eyes or wet cheeks would hold a place in the serenity of water.

There are moments when dreams are of being swallowed up by the tranquil and private oasis of the deep dark oceans. Leonard wanted to be taken to the depths and to never hear the exasperating and constant beeping, nor see the spiritless form in front of Leonard that reminds him of how life is so delicate and easily breakable.

But broken pieces can be put back together as does bones while hope and love could heal. And life had a way of bringing back those lost to the dark. Jim with the will of the gods, felt the light ignite his body, wrapping itself around his drained and bruised body. To feel life again was a strange phenomenon, once a feeling of nothing exploded into a swarm of different senses.

His mouth was instantly dry, his chilly skin felt tight and his head swam in an ocean of electric pain it was like a large object had fell on it. But he was alive, the first breathe of life again entered his system and he was alive. Nothing could temper the fire that lit; it was as bright and warm as the sun. It was the purest form in the universe...life...and it felt glorious.

Jim's eyelids felt heavy to open, but persisted to see a sea of white, with glimpses of blue. Two panes of glass spread the walls behind him and traveled around so he could see outside easily into the sight of San Francisco. 

His other senses came back to him quickly, the stench of chemical that came with being in a hospital struck him instantly, and the constant high-pitched beeping was not something Jim wasn't unaccustomed too, but it felt new to his ears. Everything felt different somehow, like he was anew. Re birthed.

His mind went back to the moments before it all went black; his body was burning, and it felt like his innards were being scrambled like eggs. Jim's whole body felt heavy and it became harder and harder to stay, his hand fell slowly from the glass and his vision became tunneled. 

Looking at his crew, his friends.... his family, they were in disarray, but all Jim felt was nothing, completely and utterly numb. All that came next was a bright light and he was gone. His pulse disappeared like a breath in cold day, and he sat leaning against the glass, all on his own in the chamber.

Jim mind came back to the present, now understanding on how he got to the hospital bed with various wires attached to his body, he felt warm. The crystal-clear awareness of a setting sun radiated through his body and the hospital administered blanket across him. 

But something that wasn't hospital administered was a hand that held his, he trailed the hand to the body that belonged to it. A man wearing a white hospital uniform which almost camouflaged with the white background but the body with ruffled dark brown hair starkly contrasted it. Resting against Jim's bed sleeping, he sat in a chair next to the bed, with his head resting against the edge of the bed with his tangled hand clasped over his.

Jim softly smiled at the man, at the tender touch of the hand against his. Him. His Doctor. His trusted companion who he could count on. His Leonard. Tears prickled his eyes, and his heart fell. Jim thought he never would see him again, never thought he would feel his touch or his love. 

Never to see him smile or tell him he's an idiot or feel his affection or the caring adoration he carried. He remembered the last moment of seeing him, how it broke his already dying heart.

Leonard's face of despair and anguish littered Jim's mind, he felt anger for the world that made Leonard see him die; and for his family to watch his life fade away. but the life of one amounts to nothing when it comes to saving all, he would do it again if it meant that Leonard, and his family were alive and safe. 

He didn't want to wake the weary doctor, but Jim knew he would get hell if Leonard wasn't notified as soon as he was awake. Jim squeezed his hand under Leonard's, and slowly the good doctor stirred, he let out a yawn stretched his tired limbs without moving from his position.

But he gradually opened his eyes and lifted his head, he removed his hand from Jim's to rub his weary eyes. Vision becoming less fuzzy and coming into focus, only to see the moment that had been giving him strength and hope for the last 6 weeks. 

All that monitoring and assessing, and those lonely nights where he couldn't stand to sleep. Where he basically lived in Jim's room, always a hawk on Jim's position, and that pain he felt every time he laid eyes on him.

That aching lifted, and the suffering was extinguished. He saw those eyes, those beautiful blue eyes looking at him with those lips curled in a smile and he was there. He was finally there, he was in that moment he dreamt and hoped for, he was there alive and awake. 

All Leonard could do was grasp Jim's hand and hold it, in case of it slipping back into a world in which he could not follow. The room that once was tormented and was a room leading to deaths door, but it felt lighter, like the misery was vanquished and everything inside was beautiful and peaceful. Leonard couldn't comprehended let alone utter a word, astonishment and joy swelled inside of him.

"Hey" Jim said softly, his smile never leaving, and neither were his eyes that were still connected to Leonard, and they wondered over his face. His eyes looked puffy and exhausted, and he looked bewildered which was a slightly funny expression that Jim would most likely later describe fantastically to Leonard and their friends. 

After a brief minute of disorientation, Leonard breathed in and out heavily as if the entire weight of the universe had lifted and he smiled. Smiled like the first time he saw the stars in the sky as a child or saw his daughter take her first steps.

The doctor stood up from his chair and embraced Jim not too hardly as he was still healing, but enough to make sure he was there, that they were there together in that room. They unlinked but his hand-held Jim's face, and suddenly his face fell into bewilderment and somewhat desperation. He closed his eyes abruptly and squeezed them before opening them. He was still there. Jim didn't leave, nor exit from what felt like a dream.

Jim licked his chapped lips and looked despairingly away from Leonard. His lips shivered as he bit into them, he tried not to shake his weak body. He looked up swiftly to Leonard, to take in what he saw. A disheveled doctor, someone who had entangled himself into Jim's heart. "I thought I lost you too." He replied shakily. 

Exhaustion raged in both of their heads, but they kept it at bay. Jim didn't want to go back into the blackness that awaited when he closed his eyes, he wanted to stay there with their eyes enchanted with each other's. They had each other, they weren't lost or forgotten.

Throughout his life, Jim felt expendable and that it wouldn't matter if he didn't make it like everyone else did, that he could be that town kid who never grew up or gave a damn. Like he was made to be alone and never feel trust, friendship or love and to never have a family that didn't fit.
Then came Christopher Pike saving his ass and telling him he could be something, and he eventually found something through his crew and his ship. Jim found a place in the world, in this galaxy, something that he could only dream about.

Along with, someone who had found his heart, he could only wonder how his smart-ass attitude landed that one, but he wasn't complaining. 

Neither was Leonard, with his rough edges and honesty, which he commonly gave to Jim. They had found each other in their lowest moments and together they patched each other up like a broken vase and created something truthful and picturesque. But through the high and low points they thought they would never lose one another, but they had, and it took a toll on both of them.

"I thought I lost you too. But I'm here" Jim said with a breath of air, they would strive to become stronger both individually and collectively but also allow each other to be there to lean on. They had each other, wherever they were whether they were physically together or not. They had each other.

Let them be glorious.
Let them be triumphant.
Let them be angry.
Let them be sad.
Let them heal.