Title: Que Será Será
Fandom: STXI with allusions to TOS
Paring: The vaguest hints of that defining K/S friendship.
Rating: PG, for a bit of icky-nasty language.
Summary: Kirk has a proposition for Spock Prime, who decides he has to deal with the status quo.
Word Count: About 500.
Disclaimer: Own any of this fandom? Psh, more like, it owns me.
Notes: Um, where on earth did this come from? Oh. I stumbled upon some links to "HEY LET'S BRING BACK KIRK!PRIME" fics that just left me wanting more. I wanted to resolve it in my own way, and possibly leave room for my own eventual epic. (Yeah right.) Also, not beta'd. All errors are mine and are just cause for stoning. Constructive criticism is heavily welcomed.
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The PADD slid in front of him, quietly; for a brief moment he had the illogical compulsion to simply ignore it, but curiosity inevitably won out.
"What is this?" he asked—perhaps somewhere down the line he had meant to say something along the lines of 'Hello, Jim' or 'What brings you here, old friend?' or just simply one ambiguous 'Why?', but. Curiosity won. As it always had.
"I've had Scotty running through some calculations—y'know, in his spare time. He thinks it's possible—to calculate the exact temporal trajectory of a controlled wormhole—and we were thinking, if there was any chance…He thinks it could work. You—the other you—he thinks it could work too."
The captain shrugged with an air of nonchalance that somehow completely juxtaposed the situation, almost mocked it.
"But I thought I'd defer to your expertise."
"And you imply…?"
He left the thought hanging. 'Nice try, old man', Spock could almost hear Jim think, 'but we both know that you know that that's bullshit. Don't pretend you don't know what I mean.'
Somehow the austerity of the Vulcan Science Academy's labs did not suit this conversation. No; a more suitable atmosphere would certainly have been one were they were both secure within the bulkheads of a starship from a liquid wall of stars.
"Don't you wanna go home, Spock? Don't you want to fix things? You could just go to the point in your universe…with the other me—you could be…"
Together, the word sort of hung in the air, but it seemed that Jim had reached the conclusion that it was a totally ridiculous thought.
Spock ran through scenarios in his head, myriad possibilities. What could have kept the Jim of his universe from leaving? Could he have been incapacitated—made to sleep in, by some absurd means, gotten horribly, suddenly ill? Would Spock have had to somehow sabotage the Enterprise-B herself in order to keep the captain away? Could he have simply told him? But no. It was much too whimsical to speculate upon improbable inanities.
"I do not wish to press the matter further. It is kaiidth—whatever will be, will be." Whatever had been, had been.
Jim looked a bit lost for words; he ran a hand through his hair and laughed, picking up the PADD and practically shoving it in his face.
"It would be so simple! You could easily create the red matter—"
"It is not a matter of—"
"The accommodations could be made. Aren't you at least curious what we've come up with? This could be it! Haven't you ever seriously thought about going back home?"
The old Vulcan—seasoned, perhaps Jim would describe him were he inclined to being a bit tongue and cheek right then, but he wasn't—looked up at the captain, face for once truly devoid of expression. It was all in the intonation.
"No, Jim," he lied. "No. I have not."
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a/n: What the hell am I doing writing fanfiction. There are about a thousand other things I need to be doing.
And for reals, could I get any more pretentious, goddamn. Writing fic is probably just an excuse for me to be all, pedantic, and stuff.