TtM - Prompt #221 - Teammates - Untitled - STXI
Another week, another Taming the Muse (tamingthemuse) prompt. WEEK FIVE - WORDCOUNT 595
Title: Untitled
Fandom: STXI
Prompt: #221 - Teammates
Warnings: kid!Kirk and slight angsties
Rating: G
Pairing: n/a
Summary: see Author's Note
Disclaimer: blahblahblah not mine blahblahblah ya'll know the drill blahblahblah nobody reads this anyways blahblahblah
AN: This is a scene that may or may not make it into a fic that I'm working on for FicFinishing ficfinishing. All you really need to know is that it's early after STXI, and Kirk has been de-aged.
“Why’s it so hot?” The currently eleven year old Jim Kirk bounced slightly on Spock’s bed as he peered around the First Mate’s quarters with great interest.
“Vulcan’s are evolutionarily adapted to a higher temperature range than humans of Earth origin.” Spock was standing stiffly near the door, still not quite certain what exactly he was supposed to do with the child. McCoy had flatly refused to watch him after the earlier incident in Sickbay, and Uhura had laughed so hard she’d lost her equilibrium and ended up sitting rather abruptly when he’d asked her if she would be interested in monitoring the Captain for the evening.
“What’s that?” the boy poked at a nearby statue, almost knocking it over. Spock moved quickly to retrieve it and set it somewhere out of reach.
“That is a reproduction of a traditional Vulcan artifact.”
“So it’s a fake?”
Taking a deep, calming breath, Spock spared a moment to wonder how the Captain had made it to adulthood without any of his supervisory or parental figures cutting his life short out of self preservation. “It is a reproduction. I did have an original, however I donated it to the New Vulcan colony as such things are understandably rare now. It was logical that they be safeguarded for future generations where they can be best learned from and appreciated.”
“Cause of what happened to Vulcan, right? Gaila told me. She said you ‘n me saved the world.” Jim flopped back on the bed and shot an imaginary gun at the ceiling. “She said we were heroes.”
“I have heard that said, yes.”
Brilliant blue eyes turned his way and a small voice sighed, “My dad was a hero.”
“Indeed.”
Those blue eyes held his for long moments, and then turned back to the ceiling. “So are you my Captain, then? Like Captain Robau was my dad’s Captain? He was a hero, too.”
“I am the First Mate of the Enterprise. You are her Captain.” The small brow furrowed and he gave a tiny shake of his head, “Is something amiss?”
“You don’t really act like I’m your boss. Is that just cause you’re Vulcan?” Spock watched as he blinked slowly twice and gave an aborted yawn.
“You are very new to your Captaincy, and most of your crew are also very new to their posts. As I have more field experience than any other officer on the bridge, it is understandable that our interactions deviate from standard.”
More slow blinks, “Blah blah blah. Wha’ya mean is we’re teammates, huh?”
“That would not be inaccurate. Would you like to get settled more comfortably for sleep?” He thought back to his mother untying his shoelaces for him and getting him into his pajamas before tucking him in bed. It seemed, from what he’d noticed of human interactions with children, that was an appropriate procedure for the current situation.
“’M not tired,” came the slurred, but strangely emphatic, response.
“…Indeed, Captain.” Resigning himself to the loss of his bed for the evening, Spock decided that with the naturally higher temperature in his quarters a blanket was unnecessary, but shoes should definitely be removed.
“Spock?” The surprisingly lucid call caused him to pause, holding one small shoe in hand.
“Yes?”
“’M sorry.”
“I am uncertain of what you are referring.”
Jim curled onto his side, tucking one hand under his chin and mumbling mostly unintelligibly. “…din’t save your worl’.”
Struck dumb, Spock simply stared at the now sleeping child for long moments. Meditation, he decided firmly, the evening will be spent in meditation.
Title: Untitled
Fandom: STXI
Prompt: #221 - Teammates
Warnings: kid!Kirk and slight angsties
Rating: G
Pairing: n/a
Summary: see Author's Note
Disclaimer: blahblahblah not mine blahblahblah ya'll know the drill blahblahblah nobody reads this anyways blahblahblah
AN: This is a scene that may or may not make it into a fic that I'm working on for FicFinishing ficfinishing. All you really need to know is that it's early after STXI, and Kirk has been de-aged.
“Why’s it so hot?” The currently eleven year old Jim Kirk bounced slightly on Spock’s bed as he peered around the First Mate’s quarters with great interest.
“Vulcan’s are evolutionarily adapted to a higher temperature range than humans of Earth origin.” Spock was standing stiffly near the door, still not quite certain what exactly he was supposed to do with the child. McCoy had flatly refused to watch him after the earlier incident in Sickbay, and Uhura had laughed so hard she’d lost her equilibrium and ended up sitting rather abruptly when he’d asked her if she would be interested in monitoring the Captain for the evening.
“What’s that?” the boy poked at a nearby statue, almost knocking it over. Spock moved quickly to retrieve it and set it somewhere out of reach.
“That is a reproduction of a traditional Vulcan artifact.”
“So it’s a fake?”
Taking a deep, calming breath, Spock spared a moment to wonder how the Captain had made it to adulthood without any of his supervisory or parental figures cutting his life short out of self preservation. “It is a reproduction. I did have an original, however I donated it to the New Vulcan colony as such things are understandably rare now. It was logical that they be safeguarded for future generations where they can be best learned from and appreciated.”
“Cause of what happened to Vulcan, right? Gaila told me. She said you ‘n me saved the world.” Jim flopped back on the bed and shot an imaginary gun at the ceiling. “She said we were heroes.”
“I have heard that said, yes.”
Brilliant blue eyes turned his way and a small voice sighed, “My dad was a hero.”
“Indeed.”
Those blue eyes held his for long moments, and then turned back to the ceiling. “So are you my Captain, then? Like Captain Robau was my dad’s Captain? He was a hero, too.”
“I am the First Mate of the Enterprise. You are her Captain.” The small brow furrowed and he gave a tiny shake of his head, “Is something amiss?”
“You don’t really act like I’m your boss. Is that just cause you’re Vulcan?” Spock watched as he blinked slowly twice and gave an aborted yawn.
“You are very new to your Captaincy, and most of your crew are also very new to their posts. As I have more field experience than any other officer on the bridge, it is understandable that our interactions deviate from standard.”
More slow blinks, “Blah blah blah. Wha’ya mean is we’re teammates, huh?”
“That would not be inaccurate. Would you like to get settled more comfortably for sleep?” He thought back to his mother untying his shoelaces for him and getting him into his pajamas before tucking him in bed. It seemed, from what he’d noticed of human interactions with children, that was an appropriate procedure for the current situation.
“’M not tired,” came the slurred, but strangely emphatic, response.
“…Indeed, Captain.” Resigning himself to the loss of his bed for the evening, Spock decided that with the naturally higher temperature in his quarters a blanket was unnecessary, but shoes should definitely be removed.
“Spock?” The surprisingly lucid call caused him to pause, holding one small shoe in hand.
“Yes?”
“’M sorry.”
“I am uncertain of what you are referring.”
Jim curled onto his side, tucking one hand under his chin and mumbling mostly unintelligibly. “…din’t save your worl’.”
Struck dumb, Spock simply stared at the now sleeping child for long moments. Meditation, he decided firmly, the evening will be spent in meditation.