Thank you for reading this, it's my first Star Trek fic, I plan on doing many of them and I know this starts out completely fucking sad, but it has an amazing end I swear it! Oh and I imagined Spock Prime as the Leonard Nimoy from the 60's because I can and this is my story so whatevah!
A fifteen-year old Pike slammed his eyes shut as the systems and monitors wailed Red Alert. Sparks shot off. Captain Richard Robau departed the Kelvin and boarded the Romulan ship the Narada. He heard the voice of the newly appointed captain, George Kirk. He winced as he heard the cries and shouts of the passing officers. His eyes widened when he saw a gurney with George's wife, Winona, she was gasping and taking deep breaths. She was in labor! Now?! He stumbled as his hands failed to keep his balance as the USS Kelvin rocked back and forth.
"I'm not gonna be there." He heard George's voice ring out over the intercom. His eyes glazed over in fear. Chris shot through the double doors of the smaller shuttle. He didn't get to see George's face but he could hear his voice as he punched in the override code to listen to the intercom on shuttle
thirty-two.
"I love you so much…Chris." He heard him say. That gorgeous man had told him that he loved him. It was too good to be true. The room around him blurred black. Chris shot up and screamed.
"George!" He grabbed for him and only snatched up air. Silent tears trickled down his cheeks. His shoved his face in his pillow and bit back another sob. He heaved a sigh of agony. His loss of George robbed him of normal dreams. He would break that Romulan's nose as soon as he get close enough. He'd mop the floor of the Enterprise with whatever green blood that was left in Nero's body after he was done slaughtering him. He heard from Jim that Vulcan ears were sensitive like a shark's nose, he'd wondered if it were the same for Romulans… whether or not, Pike would tear off those fucking ears of his. His hair was matted to his forehead in the most uncomfortable of ways. His hair was matted to his forehead in the most uncomfortable of ways. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve and his face remained blank, but there was inner turmoil. The blazing red lights and the panicked expression of George faded. He threw the pillow, but not before he tore it open with his bare hands. He had the same damn dream…nightmare once a month. Now it came every week to haunt him. He hadn't looked at the portrait of George Kirk in a few months; it seemed if he didn't visit it George's spirit would haunt him. He couldn't stand it. He got up and threw the covers off and his feet touched the cold floor. He ran a hand through his black hair with a single streak of silver. He was far from his fifteen-year-old state by now. But George never got the chance to grow old with him and become fathers and uncles together.
It was robbed from him…
He got up and walked over to his pull up bar. He groped it and jerked above it. His broad shoulders bunched as his muscles strained and contorted. No matter what his age he always kept up a good physique. He did about fifty chin ups before dropping down. He was a well-disciplined fighter. He fought for someone who couldn't be touched, a sort of deity that no further harm could mar him. He left his quarters, clad in pajama pants and nothing else. It was around three A.M. so no one would notice the Captain walking by. He padded down the corridor.
"Lights thirty-five percent." He commanded in his stern voice. He walked past down the' Wall of Honor' and stopped at the most familiar face. There was a pang in his heart, because in this photo he wore the brilliant smile of a self-made man. He was too…he had earned the equivalent of a purple heart in Starfleet. In this photo he wore a deep navy blue. The shimmery medal glistened beneath the portrait.
He should be alive too wear it with pride…
His hands ran up the sides of the frame. His fingers wiped the shoulders of the man as if trying to straighten out the wrinkles. He slammed both fists above George's head. He yanked it off the wall and hurled it across the room. It shattered around the large photograph. The picture inside was sleek, clear and flawless and completely unmarred by the shards around it. He felt horrible the moment he broke it so he picked up the photograph and took it make to his room. Its sheer size would make it hard to hide… He slid it underneath his bed and laced a thick string through the medal that used to be beneath the picture and tied it. It was placed under his pillow for safekeeping. He laid books on each end of the poster to keep it from bending or folding. He looked at his hands and saw that dark flecks of blood seeped out of his palms. He plucked out the shards and ran back to the scene of the crime and gathered up the glass pieces and tossed them into the vacummated trashcan. He washed his hands, the cuts stung, but this was child's play to what he was capable of taking. He turned to the shower and stripped his pants and let the scalding water wash over him. His head hit the tile with a thud. The hot water burned his hairy chest, he welcomed the feeling. When he was done he ran his hands down the length of his Starfleet uniform. It had brimmed sleek gray sides. A dash of white streaked down the middle. A broad medal shimmered with his insignia, his Captain's rank. He smirked at it. He pulled it on and buttoned it up. Pike walked down the hall PADD in hand. A rather scruffy McCoy slammed against the wall as he passed. The scent of alcohol wafted over past the Captain.
God that kid was on a self-destructive path… Not a day over twenty-five and he'd been married, divorced, and had a young daughter, whom he'd fought a vicious battle to gain custody of.
Pike had no idea how you could even get into a relationship with someone like that…He knew he'd never find anyone because George was always the one and he knew it. He turned back around to dismiss the younger cadet to his own quarters and sober up, but the flash of red known as McCoy was nowhere to be seen.
"Humph." I'll grill him later… He told himself. Not soon after, following McCoy was Jim parading down the corridor as well, Thing 1 and 2 obviously. God Jim looked like a spitting image of his father. It tied drawstring knots around his heart. The only thing Jim didn't have of his father's had been his mother's blue eyes. His were a solid serene blue. George's were deep hazel with soft brown eyes, and stark vivid forest-green through the pupils. Whenever he saw Jim he always saw George staring back. That sensual curve of his upper lip and the inward natural pout of his lower lip was intoxicating…Jim's were different but full and lush…But George's shoulders were broader, so were his hips…thighs…
Fuck Get Out Now! He scolded himself. Jim stared back with those impossibly blue eyes blazing at him with curiosity.
"Umm I have somewhere to be and so do you!" Pike snapped.
"Sure sure…Captain I gotta stick up my ass" Jim snickered. Pike never joked…He whirled around to stop out the always arrogant Jim was into submission. He snorted fire out of his nostrils, ready to strike like an erupting volcano.
"Get your fucking ass back here goddammit!" Pike roared. Jim froze in utter shock at the venom that his superior's voice projected.
"I uh…' He stammered his cheeks went hot as he fiddled with his school bag. His eyes averted the Captain's piercing glare.
"Look at me Cadet…" He ordered.
"Sorry Captain…" Jim whispered.
"That's better now get to class you little shit!" A broad grin spread over Jim's face as he hauled ass towards the table in the dark recesses of the library where McCoy took refuge at.
Today was the day that they would send the cadets out for a real mission in space. He parked his happy ass right into the Captain's chair. This is where he would always belong.
"Jerk off? Show off?" Pike stated with a straight face.
"Pavel Chekov sir." The young communications officer said.
"Okay shields up let's get this bitch into warp." Pike proudly commanded.
Hikaru Sulu was having trouble getting into warp drive.
"There's uhh…" Sulu frowned looking for the problem.
"Is the parking brake on?" Pike suggested with a smirk.
"If I can just…" Sulu whispered.
"Have you initiated the inertial dampener?" the Vulcan First officer implied. With a whisk of buttons pushed and the warp drive stick shift pulled up.
"Ready for warp sir." Sulu dully cheered.
He hit the warp factor hard and jerked everyone along with him. Pike felt the pull behind his naval. He relished this feeling; he knew going into space always got him excited. His hair stood up on end, then the whole ship ceased and pulled back. Everything went calm still in warp, but the ship caught up with herself. He sat there and enjoyed the star struck blurs blazing past him like streaks of lightning bolts. The peace was soon disrupted, like everything Pike enjoyed always was by a cadet by the name of James T. Kirk. He came running in with the hands the size of softballs.
"How the hell did you get onto this ship?!" Pike was truly amazed on just how he did.
"Don't do it! It's a trap!" The cadet hollered.
'We are currently following a distress call from Vulcan High Command." Spock stated with a serious tone.
'No you're not because it's an ambush!" Jim exclaimed again.
"Are you sure about this?" Pike cocked his head to the side.
"Get out of warp and see for yourself we're headed to our death! The same distress call was received by a ship with advanced weaponry and it was never seen or heard from again…These Romulans are in one ship…one massive ship sir."
Jim said. Pike slammed his hands down as the ship pulled out of warp and then the viewer turned into the Alpha Quadrant in space that was littered with broken pieces of starships. Pike gasped as he saw the destruction, it was a spitting image of how the Kelvin looked, but much much worse. There it was…the ship that destroyed all of the kind emotions in Pike's life. He bit down on his cheek to keep from yelling obscenities at it. He would never in his life be called 'emotionally compromised' not ever!
He wanted to get into a shuttle and tear the Narada open and yank Captain Nero out and strangle him in the midst of space if he had to… He fell back as the ship was hit by a green lazer.
"We can't take another hit like that sir!" Sulu informed.
"Shieldz zat zixty perzent." Chekov said.
Nero's fuck-ugly face showed up on the viewer screen, he ordered that the captain come aboard the Narada fro negotiations.
"Spock, Jim, come with me, you're not even supposed to be on this ship anyway…I need someone who has experience in hand to hand combat." Pike said.
"I do sir." Sulu raised his hand. He remembered what happened to Robau and George…he would avenge them however he possibly could. He boarded the shuttle and departed to the Narada. He didn't make the same mistake that Robau did though; he sent Sulu, Jim, and Olsen to the drill. Afterwards they would come to get him out, he held his upmost faith in them, especially Jim…stupid Jim he thought. Soon after he heard the sound barriers explode beneath him. He sucked in a breath as the shuttle entered the Narada… Now was the time to avenge his George, he was too young and stupid to do it at the age of fifteen, but now the circumstances were in his favor…
Sorry this chapter's a bit angst but the next one will be bold and even more brilliant!!! Please review and tell me what you think should happen (even though I already have the ending all written out) Now the whole Spock Prime thing…for those fans that haven't seen The Original Series, please and let this video enlighten you on how HOT Nimoy Spock is!
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