I walked back onto the bridge with Spock and we were soon monitoring Jim, Sulu, and Olson's movements.

They were preparing to land on the machine.

I shifted nervously as both Sulu and Jim pulled their shoots. There was a flutter of concern around the bridge as we waited for Olsen to pull his shoot. Then, suddenly, Olsen disappeared from view, his heart monitor showing a flat line.

My eyes widened. A cold feeling settled at my shoulder as he died in such a quick instant. I watched the life monitors closely as Jim's heart rate continued to increase.

Spock was nearby, sitting in the captain chair and received frequent updates on both Jim and Sulu and also what was happening on the Vulcan surface.

Bones came up beside me, he looked equally anxious as he rubbed the side of his arm back and forth and his jaw clenched.

Suddenly, Sulu's trajectory height plummeted, almost as if he'd fallen off of the machine. Mt eyes widened, not moving from the screen.

"Captain, Mr.Sulu has just fallen!" A nearby lieutenant said. "And Mr.Kirk has too!"

Suddenly it felt like I couldn't breathe

"Beam them up!" Bones exclaimed with panic in his words. My eyes met his and the fear in his gaze matched mine. I gripped the side of a control console and my knuckles immediately turned white.

I couldn't see it but Spock's attentive brown eyes looked at me. But it felt like a nauseous ball had just formed in my stomach. My throat tightened to the point where it became difficult to breath.

"Ze' are moving too fast!" Checkov exclaimed. "Ze are moving t-"

Checkov stopped mid sentence, his fingers going still. Then he quickly stood up out of his seat as if having a sudden epiphany.

"I can do zat'! I can do zat'!!" Checkov exclaimed in a rush and ran out of the room. It hesitated for a secondn but I quickly followed out until we came to a panel in the hall near the Engineering office and beaming pad.

Checkov's nimble fingers worked quickly upon the screen and displayed an aerial image of Sulu and Jim both plummeting through the air. My eyes flickered across the screen, thinking that if so long as I could see Jim he would be ok. My heart was thumping rampantly in my chest but I couldn't even feel it. I was holding my breath.

"Just vun' second..... I've got zem'!" The Russian boy exclaimed.

Suddenly, both a winded Sulu and Jim materialized out of thin air and fell onto the floor of the transport pad. The both rolled on the ground, stunned and winded.

A rush of relief washed over me at the sight. I could have kissed Checkov. I was by Jim's side in an instant. I wrapped an arm around his waist before helping him stand.

"Jim! Are you ok?" I asked and helped him to his feet. He stood up shakily a d out of breath.

"Y-yeah, I think so," he replied before walking forward with wobbly knees. "I'm ok."

I checked him over anyway with attentive eyes. His suit was pretty scuffed up and he looked a little roughed up. Jim was coming Doan from of a serious adrenaline rush but was otherwise fine.

Spock suddenly burst into the room. I wiped around to look at him as he strode to the transport pad. 

"Checkov, transport me to coordinates 34.56.21. The elder Vulcans and my mother will be there," He order, quickly as the pad cleared out and I helped my brother to the side.

I starred at Spock for a split second as his words registered.

Was he going down there alone? To a dying plant? No way.

I hopped onto the trasnport pad instinctively.

"Let me come with you," I stated rather than asked.

"No, it is far too dangerous and the planet could be destroyed while we are there. You might sustain injury or worse," He said curtly.

"Well, all the more reason to have a registed nurse's assistance in that case," I said, ending the argument and turning to Chekov. "Beam us."

Jim, who was still dazed, only seemed to realize what was happening when golden clashes of light encircled my body. His mouth opened in mid speech but he disappeared from view. So long as he was safe, it was my turn to do something important.

As soon as we landed on the surface of the planet, glancing Spock started running towards a large cave entrance. I followed suit. Powerful tremors shook the ground. It felt as though the planet might break in half.

Spock didn't hesitate and led the way down a tunnel into a room where about a dozen Vulcan people were. They were praying around a large rock sculpture in unison. It would have been awed by the unique architecture if the planet was falling apart.

"Mother!" Spock said and a woman, who I now could see was human, looked up. She had beautiful eyes that looked so much like Spock's.

"We have to get out of here quickly the entire planet is collapsing," Spock said with the most worry I had heard in his tone. We hastily began to usher people out as the tremors grew even more violent, causing the ceiling to begin to crack. I assisted an elderly Vulcan man in getting out of the tunnels and soon we arrived on the other side.

"Checkov, beam us up," Spock ordered.

I was checking the elderly Vulcan's breathing as he wheezed. I scanned the rest of the Vulcan's who appeared unharmed but noticed that Spock's mother was lingering close to the edge of the cliff side.

Suddenly, the cliff gave in and Spock's mother fell backwards. A look of terror flashed across her fair features before she disappeared over the edge.

"Mother!" Spock yelled out and reached for her desperately. I stood up quickly to assist even though I knew she was already gone. Familiar golden lights appeared around me.

It was too late, we were already materializing back to the ship. The entire transporting room was dead silent as we appeared. My pale blue eyes went to Spock. A flood of emotions had lit up in his eyes.

Spock cleared his throat, regaining his composure, before exiting off the transport pad and into the elevator. I quickly followed him.

No one else may have been able to quite see it but he was in great pain. No matter how hard he masked it, I could see it behind his eyes.

I entered the elevator with him but stopped it from going anywhere by pressing a specific button on the panel.

"Spock?" I asked softly and put both my hands on his shoulder just like I would with Jim. But this felt different.

He hardly reacted to my acknowledgement, almost unaware that I was even there with him.

"Spock, I'm sorry," I said softly, no louder the a whisper.

A film of grief coated his gentle brown eyes but he still stayed silent.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. I knew there was no medication to help with loss, only support. After a few awkward seconds I began to think maybe this hugging him wasn't the best idea. Vulcan's valued their personal space.

But slowly, hesitantly, he hugged back.

I let go after a moment and looked up at him. His stoic face still masked his sadness but his eyes didn't.

"Spock, I am so sorry," I repeated. "Is there anything I can do?"

He didn't respond at first and when he did, his voice was tight and conflicted. His gaze didn't even quite meet mine.

"I need everyone on the ship to continue performing admirably," Spock said and I nodded as he pressed the button that would allow the elevator to continue going up.

He then left when he got to the bridge and I lingered for a moment, unsure of what to do before Jim noticed me and approached. He offered me a quick hug and we conversed quietly before I had to go back to the nursing wing.

I made my way down the halls to see if any of the Vulcans needed any help.

My thoughts remained focused on Spock. I couldn't understand how Spock did it. He just lost his mother who, I could tell he loved very much. Yet he didn't break down or cry. He was upset, obviously, but not debilitated as a normal human would be.

I entered my office and saw that there were about nine total Vulcans still left. They were all being checked on by nurses.

I walked up to the elderly Vulcan man I had helped out of the cave and smiled softly at him. He did not return the gesture. Instead, he merely dipped his head in recognition. Even after the destruction of a planet, a Vulcan was still impenetrable.

Unlike Spock, the eledery Vulcan was as blank as a canvas. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, and they betrayed no emotion.

"Hello sir," I said and began checking him over for scratches or injury. The only thing I could find was a mild scratch on his left arm that I easily sanitized and patched up.

After asking if he needed anything, I left the elederly Vulcan behind to get some rest and returned to my office. I sent a quick message to Jim, as our usual since we almost always kept some sort of text chat going.

I tended to one patient, an unlucky engineer who'd accidently burned herself while rewiring a tricky circuit. I sent her off with an extra painkiller which she took thankfully before checking my phone again.

No response.

I quriked a brow; that was unusual.

After ten more minutes of not getting a text back, I decided to go ahead and just check on him at the bridge. Considering that he was now second in command, that would surely be where he was.

I made my way to the bridge in search of Jim but he was nowhere to be seen. My brows furrowed as the whole bridge seemed to suddenly stare at me, a knowing look behind their eyes. Spock followed their gaze's and he suddenly appeared just the slightest bit worried.

Instanlty, I looked to Bones who had an unmistakably grave expression. A dark thought began to build in my mind.

"Where's Jim?"