#unification short

[yourlocalrandombisexual]

i finally sat down and watched the unification short. this fic flew out of me. it's not much but it's the dialogue that flew through my head as i watched. you can find the ao3 version here

i'll put the fic under the cut, i hope you enjoy it.

Jim Spock must’ve whispered it, but to Kirk it sounded like Spock was standing right next to him. 

He watches the younger versions of himself fade away and quickly makes his way through the mist. Spock needs him. He steps out onto a veranda and it suddenly strikes him that he’s in another universe. The universe Spock flew to all those years ago. 

He walks over and sits down on the edge of Spock’s bed. Spock immediately takes his hand. He doesn’t even have to look to confirm who it is, who’s come to him at the end. Finally Spock’s eyes find his and the bond, their bond, rouses from being dormant for over a century.

Not that they needed a bond to share their thoughts.

They had never needed words. 

Jim, we were supposed to have forever.

I know. 

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. 

I was always with you. 

I know. I felt you every day. 

I’m glad, t’hy'la.

How are you here?

I heard you. 

Even across universes? 

I’ll always hear you, Spock

[radical-zelenka]

It's not fair we got the k/s short film and I gotta get through my workday being insane about this quietly

[purple-iris]

765874 Unification - Short Film from The Roddenberry Archive, OTOY, William Shatner and the Nimoy estate, in commemoration of 30th anniversary of Generation being released.

[angrywarrior69]

I'm

2024 what the hell

[null-doesnothing]

[mr--spock]

Admit it, Spock. For people like us, the journey itself… is home.

[spirk-trek]

Unification (2024)

[calmao666]

We meet at the appointed place

[schn-tgai-saavik]

"I didn't realize this moment took place in the distant future. And so there I was, looking at myself in the mirror. It's hard to explain. I just remember thinking 'Oh my god Saavik. Saavik lived a good life. This woman lived a good life, she had purpose. Her life had meaning' it's like life had been good to this character."

Robin Curtis on Saavik's character in The Roddenberry archive - Robin Curtis: Becoming Saavik

+ behind the scenes pictures

[eruscreaminginthedistance]

[cosmicspacenova]

“How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life”

[casdeanwin]

They really said, "One Jim Kirk isn't enough. Let's give them three."

And boy, I am not complaining. To see him in three stages of his life was so emotional. 😭

And I love how this moment preceded him joining Spock. It's like his entire life was leading up to the meeting with this one person. To be reunited with the soul, which made his own whole. And that much is canon. Jim says as much after Spock dies in TWoK. And to see it play out fully here was so beautiful.

[thesadchicken]

Only moments ago, the room was silent. Now there is the sound of footsteps, and there is nothing else. Spock knows the weight of those feet on the ground; he would know it blind and deaf. It is him, here in the foreshocks of ending.

But Spock also knows it is only a dream. He does not open his eyes. He is too tired and age-worn to be chasing phantoms. They never stay, Spock knows this better than anything. He has had such visions before. If he tries, he can almost convince himself that he hears the distant echoes of a beloved mind. Parted from me and never parted. He has had that dream before, too.

And yet there is a tremor at the edge of Spock's consciousness, his telepathy that has grown weak over almost a century of disuse—there, it moves again, trembling, like leaves in the wind. The bond that once lived there, now a house overgrown with ivy. Could it be? Or are these the last lingering longings of an old fool?

He thinks, I will not try. He does not wish to break himself at this moment, just as his long night begins.

He tries anyway. He always does.

A touch. A touch. His thumb tracing circles over a wrist, the steady pulse he finds there, those fingers clasping his own—the touch, of hands and palms and minds, so painfully familiar, he would know them anywhere, he would know them blind and deaf. He has died and he has been resurrected by these hands, these hands that hold him now, that hold the entirety of him, Spock, everything he is, and he opens his eyes.

Blinking, like a newborn, into the dawn. Never and always touching and touched. Hazel eyes that know him, brighter than the sun, this simple feeling. He remembers it all: a life well-lived, a life lived together. Jim, without the shadow of a doubt, beyond logic and beyond reason, Jim Kirk. He is here, and Spock is dying, and there is nothing else.

There are words between them, but they are not spoken. They are only felt. Spock feels. He feels everything. Then he feels only one thing, and he feels it so loudly that he can hear it burning brilliantly through their bond as the sun rises on the last day.

At the end of all things, you.

[purple-iris]

Star trek short film - Unification by the Roddenberry archive available on YouTube

[nowheresamsaucex]

I told my AARP eligible dad who is such a huge Star Trek fan that he has met George Takei in person, has visited Riverside Iowa (future birthplace of Kirk), and has a Spock oven mitten that Spirk is canon he simply said an Owen Wilson style "Wow" like he had received the copyright to the Mona Lisa by the president while being given the Nobel Prize in every category

[kirkodiletears]

Just watched Unification. Well, I said it before and I will say it again: Spirk is canon and always has been. No doubt. The one and only reason, why this fact is even debated, it's homophobia. Only that. Nothing else. Everything, absolutely everything about them says, they are a couple. And not just any couple: a destined one. Two halves of One.

One of the most beautiful relationships of all time.