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Title: Child of Two Worlds
Author: unknown20troper
Rated: T
Warnings: slash, innuendo, probably some swearing,
Pairing(s): Kirk/Spock, some Sarek/Amanda and George/Winona
Summary: For most Vulcans, increasing their population is as easy as copulation. For Spock, it is much harder, impossible, in fact. Hybrids are infertile and Kirk can't, as far as Spock knows anyway, get pregnant. However, Kirk has a way, an illegal way, to give Spock a part in the efforts to return his species to their former numbers. 'Cause he just doesn't believe in no win scenarios.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcomed. The prologue will seem barely relevant, probably, but I have a reason for doing this fic like this. Call it artistic license, call it "are you out of your Vulcan mind?", call it insane, but I do have some reasoning for my choice, which explaining might just ruin. If you have a guess as to my reasoning, feel free to tell me, in case even I forget. XD
Prologue: Starting with Starts
The baby, covered in crimson blood despite his own being bottle green, lay in the arms of a Vulcan priestess as she christened him with water, an essential but rare substance on the desert planet known as Vulcan.
The six year-old son of the baby's father and T'Rea, a Vulcan princess, watched from behind one of the rocks that were part of Vulcan's landscape. He had two names, both of them what humans would call "first names", both which started with 'S': Shiav (messiah in an old Vulcan language; his mother's choice), and Sybok (chosen for something other than meaning; his father's choice). The baby, he figured, probably would call him by the latter, simply because the messiah he was meant to become would overturn Vulcan logic and welcome his followers into emotion and belief. Yet, the baby, a Terran-Vulcan hybrid, also possessed that potential, and its birth showed that the emotions of Vulcans sometimes lacked the violence that made restraining them so necessary.
Amanda, Sarek's current wife and the mother of the baby, accepted the transference of the baby into her arms with multiple "thanks" and tears of joy, which the priestess, a stranger to emotion because of her efforts to restrain it, inquired about, confounded in a very Vulcan way.
T'Pau answered, "Because she is human." Contempt subtly laced her tone, contempt she'd never admit to feeling, hypocritical contempt that made Sybok want to be the messiah his mother named him as and create the balance that Vulcans required. After all, with that balance, both emotions and logic could be equally understood and they'd be comprehensible to, less alien to all the other races of the galaxy.
Sarek, dressed in impressive golden armor, strode out of the structure that sat on the left side of the natural enclosure, and stood behind Amanda, gazing at her and showing his affection in ways that gave Sybok hope for his cause.
"…After one of Vulcan society's early rulers…"
Sybok had tuned out for the naming, but hearing those words tuned him back in. What it meant, what it meant, Sybok barely dared to contemplate. The first human-Vulcan hybrid, named after a ruler from what Sybok assumed meant pre-Reformation times; what a subtle victory for the unity of emotion and logic, heart and mind, human and Vulcan.
"…Spock." Sybok recalled the name from his education; Spock: a ruler with passion in a time when that was allowed, intelligent and always more than a bundle of passions yet more than that, as well. The name, he hoped and felt sure, would fit the baby well.
Sarek teased Amanda about her silence, actually encouraging the notion of emotion, causing her to repeat the baby's name a few times, till it perfectly fit the one it'd be bestowed on.
Teasing about eyes and ears… smiles, love, joy, all giving Sybok hope for emotion. Then, a laugh and a "hello, Spock" from Amanda, and the six year-old ceased his watching, smiling, something atypical of Vulcans.
In the shuttle, tears exited Winona's eyes, tears of sadness, tears that made lots of sense in context. George, her husband, who partly created the baby crying in her arms, was dead. Dead. Exploded while making a sacrifice for his family and anyone else with the potential to be harmed by Nero, the Romulan with the name of an emperor; not defeating him but doing enough to impair him for a while, just not forever.
George, a first officer taking up the duties of a captain and sacrificing everything in order to save everything. Heroic, yet Winona couldn't help but wish he was alive and with her, not a sacrifice at the metaphorical altar of everyone and everything's safety; she longed for him to be able to raise their sons with her again, but knew death meant an ending of their partnership, a forced ending, one that left her wondering if do-overs, reboots, restarts for life existed.
Then, she gazed down at their baby, James Tiberius Kirk, and saw the George in him, saw what she loved, in a way that healed and hurt. Cold fire sparked in her eyes, she gritted her teeth, deciding she'd – at least try to – be strong for her children, despite the pain, for they were her only Kirks, the only way George lived on. It wouldn't be easy, but she'd try. They deserved it, George deserved it, the universe deserved it…
"I am now part of an endangered species…"