Shay: Hey there people! I don't have a beta because I'm to lazy to find one, so any errors on this. Hope you guys enjoy this fic. Jim and Carol don't get together. Seriously, I don't think he should ever have slept with Carol, even in the Original Series. This is going to be legendary!
This is what the story was based off of. I also don't own Walt Whitman.
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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Carol Marcus was a beautiful woman, but the years had taken their toll on her. Once bright blue eyes had dulled, and her long curly blond hair had been cut to chin length, from her usual shoulder length. The death of her husband three years ago had left her a single mother, and Tommy, only six years old, was an enthusiastic boy. He took after his father so much, and his adopted father was taking care of him as best he could. She let a smile take over her face, as she watched Tommy play in the Iowa dirt. Her little boy was absolutely delighted to live in Iowa, as was she. Tommy played in the dirt of their backyard, while she sat on the porch step and watched him carefully.
"He's grown so much," a soft masculine voice whispered next to her.
"He practically sees you as a father Jim," Carol murmured, as Jim Kirk smiled, sitting next to her on the porch.
"But I'll never actually be his father," Jim sighed, watching the boy play, "I wish you hadn't lost Hamader to Nero."
"It's fine, Tommy has the best adoptive father in the world," Carol smiled.
"What are you talking about?' Jim asked, looking surprised.
"He has you," Carol admitted, "If I had met you before I met Hamader, I would have loved you."
"You would never have been able to love me," Jim laughed, "Not with that terrible pickup line I used on you the first time we met."
"Oh, I don't think I remember that part," Carol said, pushing Jim's shoulder.
"Oh yes you do!" Jim grinned, "If I can remember it right, I specifically said, 'Hey baby, you're a 9.99, but you can be a 10 if you sleep with me.'"
The two burst into laughter, causing a disgruntled Tommy to glare at them for a moment, before going back to making dirt pies. The two finished laughing after a few moments, before they smiled at each other. The smiles slowly disappeared, as they both realized that they would have to break that happy calm overhanging their little house.
"I have to head back tomorrow," Jim said, eyes showing his regret in telling Carol, "We're going to start year three of the five year mission."
"I know," Carol looked away from those mournful blue eyes, "I'll miss you Jim."
"Find someone good for you," Carol looked up in surprise, "I mean it Carol, find someone. I can never be the man you want me to be, that's why I won't enter a relationship with you. Find Tommy a father."
"He has a father Jim," Carol protested.
"I don't count as a father," Jim looked away, eyes sad, "The reason I adopted him was because of all you two have done for me. Carol, I probably wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. You deserve happiness, go find it."
"Jim, I need to tell you something," Carol whispered, "I took your research and am using it."
"Carol," Jim warned, eyes flashing, "That research was a terrible idea. I had no idea what I was playing with when I started it. Please tell me that Star Fleet hasn't accepted it."
"It's called Genesis Jim," Carol admitted, looking away from him and staring at Tommy, "I'll be able to be God."
"No one can be God Carol," Jim told her, eyes clouded, "There's always a price. You have to be willing to pay that price."
"What if the price was your crew?" Carol demanded, eyes flashing, "Would you be willing to pay it then?"
"Yes," Jim admitted, "Without a second thought."
"You'd pay that price without any thought of what could happen to yourself?" Carol demanded, voice rising, "Am I really that little to you? Do you not care about Tommy or me? Are they really that much more important than us Jim!"
"I should leave," Jim whispered, blue eyes clouded with pain.
"Yes you should," Carol snarled.
Jim stood slowly, opening his arms for the hug Tommy was going to give him. After the hug had ended, he started for the back door, ready to head out to get his motorcycle. Just before he opened the door, he turned back to Carol, who refused to look at him.
"This is what I meant Carol, you deserve someone who puts you first," Jim admitted, before he left the back porch.
Carol didn't move until she heard the motorcycle start up. Tommy came up to her and took her hand, gazing up with his bright blue eyes.
"Mommy, why are you crying? Did you and Uncle Jimmy have a fight?" he asked.
"No baby, Uncle Jimmy has to go away for a while," Carol told him, whipping the tears away.
"Like Daddy had to go away?" Tommy asked with the naïveté of a child.
"No, Uncle Jimmy's going to be able to come back Tommy, I just don't when," Carol admitted.
She would never admit that her heart broke when she could no longer hear the motorcycle.
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Hope you liked it! ; ) Tommy's not coming back. To bad. What eves…Please review, or I'll make your life horrible. I will find you if you don't review, count on it.