#though i still hope that the article I saw months ago that said that kirk is still a lieutenant on the farragut in s2 was not true

[lenievi]

if SNW doesn’t make Kirk’s Farragut trauma textual I’m gonna revolt 

it was there sub-textually in the finale but I need them to be more clear about it

[leadandtreesdocx]

High Hopes

Fandom: Star Trek (2009)

Word Count: 2,202

Summary:  An alternate timeline begs for more differences, and this story explores one to do with Spock. Or, why the Spock in this reality is so emotional. Hint: It has to do with a girl.

Before Spock was born, the doctors and specialists loved to tell her of her chances to conceive. Or rather, lack thereof.

“Though similar in many aspects,” They would drone, trying to be delicate and tiptoe but at the same time firm enough to get the point across to this obviously simple human. “Vulcan and human physiology isn't compatible in this way. A naturally conceived child is highly improbable.”

Naturally, Amanda was upset by this. She had two sisters growing up and had always imagined children of her own. Little ones that would feel loved and cherished under her protection. When she got married, the vision was only slightly altered as she now wanted children with her husband. She approached Sarek with this topic, his response being irritatingly logical, as always.

“When we decided upon pursuing our relations, many possibilities came to the forefront of my mind. One of those was children and the rarity it is for humans and Vulcans to be suitable in a reproductive capacity. This is something I accepted early on.”

“But what if we grow to want children? What if I want to be a mother?” Amanda argued, growing exasperated by the unflinching nature of those around her. She didn't want complacency, she wanted solutions.

“As always, there are options. Besides adoption, cloning therapy has gone a long way in producing healthy offspring. However, I understand that many humans oppose this option for ethical reasons.” Amanda rolled her eyes and left to find a different opinion, her husband pondering on what, exactly, he had done wrong.

After this talk, as well as talks with her parents, siblings, and others, Amanda had given up any hope for a child of her own. She wanted a life with Sarek, and if this couldn't include a life with a child from both of them - she could live with it. She had just started to look into the options Sarek spoke of (boy or girl, Vulcan or human, none of the above?) when she went for a routine checkup and found herself three weeks pregnant.

Nine months passed and Spock was born, a tiny, wailing infant that came into the world in the spring. He had her eyes and Sarek’s ears and both of them were in love, even if it was only Amanda who showed it outwardly. They had a family.

And that was all Amanda ever wanted.

“Mother, what does this mean?” Amanda and Sarek paused their discussion and turned around to see a four year old Spock clutching the datapad they were currently discussing, one from her last medical appointment. He had a slightly alarmed expression on his face, not having learned to block out all emotion, especially at home. “Are you ill?”

Amanda laughed gently. “Not at all, dear.” She sent a warning look to her husband before leaning down to be on Spock’s level, smiling kindly. “It means that you're going to be having a sister.”

Spock blinked.

“You are… with child?”

Amanda laughed again, because his father had said the exact same thing the hour before when she told him. Sometimes their similarities couldn’t be more apparent.

“Yes, Spock. Are you excited to have a baby sister?”

Spock blinked again as his face settled into one of deep contemplation. His parents looked on as his young mind tried to formulate what he was (or was not) feeling.

“As an older brother,” Spock glanced up hesitantly at his father. “What do I have to do?”

Sarek thought about the answer before answering his son with his usual seriousness. “Older kin have a duty to pass on any and all knowledge to their legacies. In doing so, you have a responsibility to this person - one to protect them. Do you understand?”

“I,” Spock faltered, his face scrunching up a little in his confusion. “I believe so.”

Amanda positively beamed at him before kissing his head. “You'll do brilliantly, Spock. Like you always do.”

Spock blushed green, but preened under his mother’s attention.

“Why do they make fun of me, Spock?” Spock closed his book with a snap.

“Who makes fun of you?”

“My classmates, the neighbors, practically everyone that I pass in the hall.”

Spock looked pensive for a moment before simply saying, “I see.” And returning to his book, trying to play it off as if it was a trivial matter. Darda knew him better than that.

“I don't need any help,” His sister was quick to deny, and continued before he could respond. “I just don't understand.”

Darda had this annoying tendency to try and understand everything. Despite the irrationality of this, Spock found affection for his little sister in her passion. But this was matter he found need to discourage her from, because of her almost naïve, kind hearted nature. So he gave her a rare smile, one that spoke of bitterness and affection, before telling her the honest truth.

“And you never will, ko-kai.”

Her face started to crumble so he inquired about her studies, which she could prattle on about for days. As her mood soared with each detail, Spock felt a glimmer of satisfaction in the back of his mind that he would not acknowledge. Like his father had told him to do, Spock was protecting his sister in the only way he knew how. Never mind that he had the same doubts and questions, he was able to help her forget, even if just for a moment.

Spock had come to the conclusion quite a long time ago that though he could logically understand other Vulcans’ disdain for them as half-breeds, he would never quite be able to grasp the why involved. But some mysteries are meant to remain unsolved, Spock reasoned as Darda started talking about her recent lessons in history, this must be one of them.

“How big do you think Starfleet is? Is it bigger than the Academy?”

“Guessing is not productive,” Spock remarked without inflection, scrolling through the book he was reading. “You possess a data pad. It is within your reach.”

“Guessing is a game, kaisu. It's not meant to be productive, it's meant to be fun.”

“Regardless, it ceases to be a game when you already know the answer.”

Darda had done well in her studies, advancing beyond what anyone on Vulcan had predicted for her. She bypassed the Academy in favor of a school that would better help her attain the qualifications needed for her chosen field. Darda wanted to be an architect of all things. Inspired by the history books of Earth and the current marvels of Vulcan, she was already rising through the ranks due to her unique insight. There were not a great many things in which her knowledge surpassed the men in her family, but she was determined that this would be one of them. Whenever a single building was mentioned in a conversation, Darda most likely knew the exact dimensions and structural problems from her research. Starfleet had been no exception.

“Did you know,” Darda began speculatively. “That the Golden Gate Bridge has only a small portion of its original self still intact? When they set out to preserve it, they found so many of the original materials outdated or dangerous that they couldn't rationalize building it the same way. The original portion in no way helps the structural integrity and is held aside from visitors.”

“Fascinating.”

“I thought so.” They were both quiet for a moment, content in the silence before Spock glanced up from his book at the time and saw that he would need to leave now if he wanted to arrive home with enough time to check his bags before sleeping.

“I must leave to pack the rest of my belongings.” Spock started to collect his things and didn't see the heartbroken and slightly panicked expression on Darda’s face.

As Spock turned to leave, he heard her soft voice.

“I will miss you, you are aware.”

He turned back and allowed their eyes to meet, hers glassy and his a tad soft.

“I am.”

They both paused for a moment, the realization that this would be their last, real moment together a sobering one. He would be leaving Vulcan, leaving her the next day. Tomorrow would be spent around others and they would have to maintain the formalities expected of them, unable to give a last parting word without justifying the Council’s words. This was it for them, until they could meet again in the future. Due to their different life choices, that could be years.

Spock lifted his hand in the customary goodbye.

“Live long and prosper, ko-kai.”

Her lips wobbled into a smile as she raised her own hand.

“Live long and prosper.”

“You never loved her!”

Days after the dust had settled and hours after the most pressing meetings had been attended to, Spock sat in his room, a data pad on the table beside him and James Kirk’s words ringing in the air.

The doors slid open with a near silent whir, and Lieutenant Uhura stepped inside. She didn't say anything, just came and sat beside him. She saw the data pad lying on the table and wordlessly, Spock handed it to her.

Lieut- Nyota scrolled through the article.

“Did she build this?”

A nod.

She smiled, looking back down at the picture shown of a gorgeous cathedral. “It's beautiful.” She admitted. It was made to liken one of the older Roman cathedrals, but with better materials and a more practical layout. It was quite impressive, especially for her first project, not to mention -

“It's mediocre.”

Nyota started at his break from silence and his harsh words. She looked up at her love to explain. He didn't look at her but sighed as he stared off at some unseeing tragedy.

“She had so much more she wanted to do. Grand monuments, sprawling cities, ingenuous irrigation methods…” Spock trailed off before he spoke again, frustration coloring his words. “It's an insult that this was the only thing that came to pass. A waste.”

Nyota stared in disbelief at the irrational rational she had just been witness to. Spock was hurting, but his attempts to distance himself and by proxy belittle his sister’s life’s work enraged her. Instead of saying this, she was quiet for a moment before putting the pad in his lap, the picture of the church still enlarged.

“Can you really look at this and tell me that?” She pointed harshly at the work, hoping to draw Spock from his stupor. “From what you told me, she was dedicated but never did anything without truly meaning it. So logically, she couldn’t believe it to be a waste, otherwise it never would’ve been made. Your sister made this, Spock. Take time to appreciate it.”

She left him at that, to contemplate her simple words and hopefully find some closure. He did think about what she said, but he couldn't justify the beauty that was this church for the brilliance that was his sister. He had always held Darda in high esteem, sure of her as he was of anything. Darda was going to help so many in this universe, of that he had never a doubt.

But now she was gone and he just couldn't understand how this church could still stand with her absence.

Spock knew contacting his elder self wasn't a very thought out or pragmatic plan. But he wanted to know how Darda’s life would've played out without the destruction of Vulcan. Without the attack that he indirectly caused.

But when her name was brought into discussion, his alternate self could only stare in confusion.

It had never occurred to Spock that, in an alternate reality, his parents only miracle was him. In the original timeline, Amanda and Sarek never produced another child, but were quite happy with Spock as their only child together. Amanda died old, Sarek remarried, and the only ‘Darda’ Spock knew of was from Earth’s Bible.

The anniversary of his planet’s destruction was a rather somber affair. The captain had made arrangements for them to travel to New Vulcan, but a few violent Klingons delayed their trip.

So instead, they were having a small memorial on the ship. The mess hall had a shrine of sorts with pictures of loved ones messily taped on along with the new flag hung in the background.

Spock, having a year to think about it, put her cathedral there alongside a picture of his mother.

Kirk sidled up next to him.

“Who’s the church for?”

Kirk didn't mean it as an insult, but it smarted somewhat that hers wasn't a work so easily recognized. Instead of snapping with his newfound temper, Spock reflected on what the photo represented, especially to him.

“A remarkable woman.” Kirk looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to answer and unsure of the connection she could have with the Vulcan. “If you would excuse me, Captain.”

As Spock left, James realized that he hadn't really answered his question. But looking at the worn photo of a hauntingly beautiful cathedral hanging next to the pristine portrait of Spock’s mother, Kirk decided it was better not to ask.

Translations: ko-kai - sister kaisu - sibling

[dreamthinkimagine]

Oliver - Chapters 1 - 4

This was a fanfic that is not yet completed, but I started writing it years ago. Please note that in TOS, Kirk and his brother were OK with each other as far as I know.

WARNING: Death and Depression

Some scenery and dialogue are direct from or have been inspired by Star Trek: The Original Series. I do not own Star Trek the Original Series. The information on carbon fiber was found in an article on Google. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED!!!

Chapter 1

"We have to get to the escape pod! It's in Engineering," she shouted.  They looked at the blood splattered on the floor, walls and ceiling. They stared at their friends and knew that soon they also would die, but not Oliver; Oliver would survive. "Robert!" she screamed as a Gorn pulled her into a long, dark hall.

"Giana!" He yelled as he pulled out his phaser, set to kill, with Oliver still on his shoulder.

           "Robert! No! Don’t worry about me! Save Oliver! Save-" Robert could hear her bones breaking as the Gorn murdered her. As much as it pained him, he started running again.

           They finally reached engineering, luckily unharmed. There was no one in there except for dead bodies. The whole room was destroyed; the Gorns had already been there. In fact, the only thing that was untouched was the matter-antimatter unit. If anything happened to that, the ship would be destroyed; it would even kill the Gorns.

He hoped that the escape pod Giana made was OK. Making his way over to the lock on the wall, he punched in the code: five-one-eight-two-zero-one-five.

           A door appeared on the wall at the activation of the code. It slowly opened, revealing an untouched escape pod; big enough for just one person. He flipped the switch by the pod's door and it slid open.

           Robert lowered Oliver inside, sat him up on the seat, buckled him in and punched in the coordination of the nearest planet. It was only discovered a few months ago, but the atmosphere was breathable and it was out of Gorn territory. Besides, he knew that since it was new, some starship had to be there, or at least close by. He looked at his son and whispered his goodbye.

           He pressed the activation button, closed the door and locked it. The floor beneath the escape pod opened and it fell down a tube that would lead the pod, and Oliver, into space.

           Robert heard a Gorn come in and turned around to face it. “Do your worst.”  He reached for his weapon, but it wasn’t there. It fell on his way to Engineering. The Gorn picked up large scraps of metal and threw them right at him. The impact was so great that Robert sailed through the air. When he realized where he would land, he smirked; the Gorns would be stopped. Revenge.

His body bashed into the matter-antimatter unit.  

Oliver was already gliding through space in his escape pod when The Exploration exploded.

***

           "Jim, you're going down to that planet!"

           "No, Bones. I'm fine," Jim said getting up. Bones gripped his shoulder and stopped him from walking away.

           "But you're not fine!" He pushed Jim back down. "Listen, Jim, Starfleet requires that if any crew member, even the Captain, is showing signs of distress or illness that are affecting his duties, he is subject to the ship's surgeon's prescription. And I prescribe a shore leave!"

           All Jim Kirk could do was stare at his Senior Medical Officer, Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy. His depression made all his skills needed to command a starship decrease in quality...a little…significantly...dangerously...

           He was fully aware of Starfleet Regulations, but that didn't mean he was willing to follow all of them. He was the Captain of the Enterprise; the most famous Starship in space. He had to take care of his crew and of his ship. He dropped his head, but slightly rose it again when he heard his Second-in-Command speak.

           "Captain," Spock began, "your distress, has, as you humans say, 'taken a toll on you'. I must agree with the doctor. Getting some rest is the logical solution. The planet is incredibly similar to your earth, so you may enjoy yourself, Captain."

           “Ya see? Even logic is on my side.” McCoy gently placed his hand on Jim's shoulder. "You need something to get your mind off things, and staying here isn't gonna help." Bones was right. And Jim knew it. He’d been feeling down since he had heard of the destruction of the Starship Exploration.

Jim had only one friend on that ship, and he was Sam's best friend, but since Kirk and his brother were very close, they often shared friends. His name was Robert Codmar and neither Spock nor McCoy knew about him. Kirk never told them; he hadn’t had a reason to. It never came up. Robert’s ship was one of the least, if not then the least known Starship in Starfleet even though it was on a twenty-year mission rather than the Enterprise's five. Over four hundred men were lost on that ship when the Gorns came into the picture. They invaded and destroyed it. All crewmen were killed in the explosion; all of the Gorns on the ship died too.

           Not a human soul was spared. This attack was what finally made the ship known; nothing like that had ever happened before.

           Between the few who knew about it, a rumor was started that said that there was a child on board. Jim, being one of the few, knew that that probably wasn't true since Starfleet had rules about children on starships, but just the idea of lost kids bothered Kirk all the same. He lowered his head once more.

           "Spock and I'll be there, Jim. It's not like you'll be alone. Besides, I could use a bit of a shore leave myself." Jim looked up.

           "You?" McCoy nodded. "Why?"        

"Why don't you take over my job and see for yourself," he responded. Jim had to smile at his answer, but it was a small and short-lived smile. Spock was watching with his usual emotionless expression. One could come to believe his face was frozen like that were he not able to raise his eyebrows.

           Then, when he saw that his Captain was staring at him, he raised his eyebrow. Spock's face made Jim smile again, but not as big as he normally would. And McCoy noticed this.

“Take a break and get better; or stay with your crew and ship and try to function,” said McCoy. Jim sighed and made up his mind; he did have priorities after all. He stood and walked over to the intercom on the wall and pushed the button.

           "Kirk to Engineering."

           "Engineering room, Scott here."

           "Scotty, meet Spock, Dr. McCoy and I in the Transporter Room. Three to beam down." McCoy smiled at Jim's decision, Spock was still expressionless. "Stay in orbit of the planet until told to do otherwise. When we beam down you have command of the Bridge until we come back; understood?"

           "Aye; understood, Sir. I'll meet ya there in fifteen minutes."

           "Good. Kirk out." He hung up. "I'll meet you in the Transporter Room," he said looking to Spock and McCoy. Then he left the Sickbay and headed for his quarters. Once he was gone, McCoy smiled and looked at Spock.

           “Well, what do you know? I finally got the last word.”

Chapter 2

           "Captain's log star date: four-one-three-two-point-five. My First Science and Chief Medical Officers and I are going on a medically ordered shore leave to a planet that seems to be like earth. Only plant life has been detected. Until my return, Chief Engineer Scott will oversee the Bridge. Kirk out." He stopped recording, left his quarters and started to make his way to the Transporter Room.

           On the way, he passed several crew members who gave him concerned looks. Kirk tried to ignore them. He knew that they knew he was upset, but didn't want to be pitied.

           When he passed Yeoman Rand, she placed her hand on his shoulder. He stared at her, then looked down to her hand and eventually dropped his head again. She placed her other hand on his chin and gently pushed his head up so she could look him in the eye.

           "It'll be OK, Captain." He gently pulled away and continued his walk towards the Transporter Room.

* * *

           Once the doors opened, Kirk walked into the Transporter Room. Bones and Spock were already there and Scotty was preparing to beam them down.

           "Captain, your communicator," said Bones.

           "Why?"

           "So you can't think about the ship while we're away." Jim sighed, but handed over his communicator. That was when he noticed McCoy was bringing his medical equipment.

           "Alright, Doctor, I gave you my communicator, what's your excuse?" Jim pointed at the strap around the doctor's shoulder.

           "In case somebody needs it."

           "And yours?" He asked Spock. "Why do you have your tricorder with you?"

           "Research, Captain." Sighing, Jim gave Spock permission to do his research.

           "Transporter ready, Sir," said Scotty. The three of them stepped up to the platform and prepared to be Transported. Why couldn’t we have taken the Galileo? McCoy thought to himself. Kirk nodded at Scotty.

           "Energize."

Chapter 3

           Suddenly, their molecules were separated, sent through space and they became three again on the planet’s surface. Kirk gaped at his new surroundings. There was green grass as far as the eye could see, a never-ending abundance of trees and plant life and even a waterfall that lead into a clean river that seemed to go on forever.

            Upon seeing this, he had completely forgotten about the Exploration, the Gorns, the child and Robert. He was in total awe...until his train of thought was broken.

           "Captain, why are you so amazed with this planet's surface? I have already told you it is similar to earth."

           "Never mind, Spock. Never mind." Kirk said as he smiled and began to walk. Spock held up his tricorder and started exploring. Kirk stopped and turned to face the half-Vulcan.

           "Why don't you come with me, Spock? You can still do your research."

           "If that is what you prefer, Captain."

           "Jim, Spock. We're on shore leave, call me Jim. And yes, that's what I want. I could use someone to talk to." Spock stepped forward towards Jim. "Wanna come with us, Bones?"

           "Nah. I've got my own things to do on shore leave, thanks. Just meet me here by the waterfall when you're done."

           "Alright, Bones. C'mon, Spock." Before they knew it, they were lost among the miles of plant life.

           "Fascinating," Spock said kneeling and holding up his tricorder to what appeared to be Poison Ivy. "It is an exact replica of your earth, even the molecular structure of the plants mirrors your planet's."

           "Spock! Get away from there!" Jim yelled seeing how close Spock was to the toxic leaves. "That's Poison Ivy!"

           "The exact reason why I am refraining from touching it, Jim. It would be illogical to do so as it would give me severe Dermatitis." Spock said as he followed his superior officer's order and stood.

           "Don't do that again. I thought I was supposed to relax on shore leave, not worry about my First Science Officer," Kirk joked. His depression was diminishing. Spock just stared at him with a raised eyebrow. When Jim noticed this, he asked, "Shall we continue?"

           "Indeed," they started walking once more.

           "You know, Spock. I think you and Bones were right. I think I needed this." They kept walking and Spock kept scanning different species of plants shortly followed by a 'Fascinating.' Jim smiled. He knew that, even though Spock would never admit it, that he was having a good time. Nothing could ruin their day on the second earth.

           Meanwhile, Bones was laying down on the grass with his hands folded behind his head.

           "Sure are beautiful," he said to himself. "Yep, Leonard, this is exactly what you needed. A nice, relaxing day looking at the clouds. Hey, a dog!" He said, as the cloud above him took the shape of a dog. "And there's a cowboy one! And that one's a-!"

           "Scott to Captain Kirk. Scott to Captain Kirk." The communicator spoke. McCoy picked up.

           "McCoy here. I have Jim's communicator. Is everything alright?"

           "No!" Scotty exclaimed. "Somethin's headn' for that planet!" On the ship, they were desperately trying to figure out what it was, but the Enterprise wouldn't let them.

           "Our technology!" Chekov shouted. "It is being affected by ze planet!" He had been drowned out by static on the communicator.

           "What is it?!" McCoy asked.

           "We don' know, Doctor! It's close enough to see it on the screen, but we can't get-!" Static. Silence. Lost reception.            

           "Scotty?!" McCoy called. He grabbed his med supplies from the ground, stood up and ran as fast as he could to find Jim and Spock.

Chapter 4

           Back in the forest, Spock held up his tricorder when he got a strange reading on it. "Captain,"

           "Jim, Spock," Kirk reminded.

           "Jim, I am getting a strange reading stating that there is something sailing at a great speed and will impact on this planet."

           "What is it, Spock?"

           "A-" his tricorder shut down. Spock tried to get it back on but couldn't. "It was something from another Starship. That was all I could make of it before the tricorder malfunctioned."

           "We gotta get Bones." Jim said and they started running. Spock pulled out his communicator.

           "Spock to Dr. McCoy. Come in Dr. McCoy."

           "Spock?! Where are you, you pointed eared hobgoblin?! Where's Jim?!"

           "There seems to be an object traveling towards the planet at great speed and will be making impact in a matter of minutes."

           "I know! Scotty called and told me. What is it?!"

           "I do not know, except for the fact that it is from another ship. My tricorder has malfunctioned. It would seem that technology cannot withstand this planet for long amounts of-"

           "What?! " Bones shouted into his communicator. He had lost reception with Spock.

           "Doctor?" Spock asked. Jim swept the communicator from his hands and shouted into it.

           "Kirk to McCoy! Bones?! Bones! Come in Bones!" No answer. They started to run back the way which they came. They ran faster with each passing minute, fighting the plant life while trying to avoid more poisonous plants. The sound of the waterfall began to get louder.

           "Spock?! Jim?!" McCoy yelled into the communicator as he ran. "Lost 'em!" He put the tiny radio away and kept running. The sound of the waterfall got softer.

           Kirk, Spock and McCoy kept running; until finally Kirk saw McCoy out of the corner of his eye.  "Bones!" McCoy turned and ran to Kirk and Spock.

           "Jim! Spock."

           "Doctor."

           "Are you two OK?" Bones asked.

           "We're fine. Are you?"

           "Yeah."

           "It is illogical to discuss current conditions when the object is in plain sight," Spock said as he looked up. There it was, an object flying down to the planet's surface. With the shape of a half-oval, it exhilarated as it got closer. It was faster than a shooting star, but smaller than a shuttlecraft. It was on fire.

           "Run!" McCoy screamed. They all took off running for dear life, except for Spock who still ran, but kept his cool.

           "It is illogical to -."

           "Shut up, you green blooded - AH!" McCoy screamed as he looked back at Spock, only to see the object getting bigger.

           "Fascinating." That's when Jim tripped and fell, his leg caught in a root and it twisted his ankle. Bones and Spock turned back to him.

           "Go! Keep running! That's an order!" Kirk yelled to them, but Bones and even Spock disobeyed his direct order. Spock ripped the root in half (Vulcans were three times stronger than humans) and Jim was freed. Spock and Bones grabbed one arm each and helped Jim waddle away as fast as they could. Jim turned his head and looked back.

           "GET DOWN!!!" He cried. Spock and Bones gently, but quickly placed him on the ground and laid down on either side of him. They buried their faces in their arms and their backs were facing up. Jim lifted his head up for a split second. "BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!" And covered his face again. It hit.