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One: This story takes place in the Star Trek 2009 Universe more than anything. While you'll see a few of the main characters, you won't see a lot of them. Sorry, but that's just the way the cookie crumbles.
Two: You'll see a lot of aliens in this story that you recognize, and some that you won't, I've taken artistic liberties, because after all, isn't the heart of Star Trek to explore new worlds? What the fun of exploring worlds you guys already know about?
Three: Some of these chapters will be odd and uncomfortable. I understand that some of you may not agree with what I write, and may find some of these chapters disturbing/controversial/not in tune with your beliefs. For that, I will try to put up warnings on my more shocking chapters. If I forget, my apologies. Tell me and I will rectify the situation. I don't mean to offend anyone, I really don't.
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Summary: Felicity Kirk surprises herself and everyone when she goes to live among the Vulcan people as part of a planetary student exchange experiment. Join her on her quest to get out from her older brother's shadow and make a name for herself. Follow her as she explores strange new worlds, and boldly goes, where no teenager has gone before. Laugh, cry, and smile with her as she makes friends, finds love, and lives her life.
The Beginning of the End
It was a beautiful day outside. More beautiful than it had been the past week. Spock decided that his wife would have wanted to be buried on a day such as this. She always wanted her death to be a happy occasion, and as he looked out on the gathering crowd, he couldn't help but smile, this was indeed a happy occasion. The woman in question could probably name all the people sitting in pews just with a quick glance, or she could at least remember how she had met them. Most came from the very outer reaches of the galaxy. She would be surprised by the turn out, s\he was sure.
But Felicity Talon Kirk had lived a life most people could only dream about. She had her fair share of tragedies, but who didn't? Especially when that person led a life such as she did? Spock was wrenched from his musings as he heard footsteps behind him. James, his long-standing friend, who looked as sad as everyone felt. "I never thought I'd outlive her." James admitted, voice choked with emotion. "Are you going to speak?" Spock nodded. The two men stood there in silence, looking at the crowd, awed.
"How is Sasha holding up?" James asked. Sasha was his favorite niece, even if he was careful not to show it. "She's dealing with it as best she can." Spock admitted. "S'Tokkr is going to deliver the eulogy." James raised an eyebrow, but said nothing of the matter. "I still can't believe she's gone." He admitted. "Sometimes, when I hear the communication system go off, my heart jumps, and I think it's her, calling to tell me some mundane thing that just happened, or some sort of revelation she's recently had." James chuckled and Spock smiled. "Your sister was quit the woman, she put you to shame Jim." James nodded. "That she did." There was another long pause. "Did you ever think that things would end up like this?" Spock knew that James T. Kirk was not referring to the crowd, or his beloved sister's death, but to the amazing events that led up to it. And the amazing woman Felicity had come to be. "No," Spock admitted. "There were a great many times my wife surprised me. Even in her old age." James smiled, knowing full well what his old friend meant, but before they could reflect any further on the life of a loved one, the pastor came up to them. "We're ready to begin." He said. Spock and James looked at each other, then made their way to their seats.
"Felicity Talon Kirk." The name slipped from the lips of a Romulan male, tall, broad-shouldered, the V on his brow ridge prominent, and face stoic, not from lack of emotion, but from the efforts of hiding his emotion. "She wasn't my biological mother," he continued. "But she was my mother all the same. And mother to nine other children as well." Another pause. "And as eclectic a brood we are," His brothers and sisters smiled. "She had this ability to make it seem like we were her own, and in some of the most intimate instances between us, like she cared of nothing else, but our own safety and happiness. First and foremost however, mother was an adventurer. One who touched the lives of many on her journeys." He gave a look at the crowd and saw plenty of them nod in affirmation. "And I find that many people want to know just who she truly is," People held their breath now, sensing something amazing was going to happen. "And my family and I have decided that we should release her journals." Murmuring through the church. "Her journals have not been tampered with," S'Tokkr reassured them. "Whatever you find in there is one hundred percent her own thoughts and feelings. Thank you." S'Tokkr returned to his seat.
The family was convinced they had done the right thing. The subject of Felicity's journals had been on everyone's minds since she died a week earlier. Some thought they could give useful information as teaching aids for young people wondering what it was like living and working in space, others thought it would be great learning tool, Felicity had been in contact with many alien species, and had encounters with many foreign diseases, her journals might be able to provide insight for current problems, most however, were just nosy. They wanted to be in Felicity's business because she was a fascinating woman, they wanted to know ALL the juicy details. Just who WAS Svalek, her first husband? WHY had she decided to adopt five other children besides her own? What exactly DID happen on the planet 43? What sort of sinfully delicious scandals could the woman POSSIBLY have? But most importantly who was she REALLY?
During her life, Felicity would have been dismayed to the nth degree that her journals were going public, but she was dead, and she could no longer protest, in fact, Spock and the rest were convinced she would want the world to share in her experiences. A few more people spoke about her life and legacy, and then the church was emptied. Afterwards, many people came up to the family and introduced themselves, giving them very expensive gifts, and sharing their experiences with Felicity.
While Spock listened with impassivity, the rest of the family stood there a little irritated, they wanted to go home, to mourn in peace, and the muggy heat was NOT helping the situation any. Most of the beings that came to the Kirk Clan Spock didn't recognize. They were before his time, before he and Felicity had decided to grieve together. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, remembering the news of her pregnancy. It had been a mess then, things needed figuring out, and deep conversation had been held, it was then that Spock realized he really did love Felicity, but he'd had to let her go at that point.
"Hey dad," Sol nudged him. "Yes?" Spock turned to his carbon copy. "What are you going to do?" the boy asked. "Now that mother is gone?" Spock could tell his first-born was worried about him. "I'll find something to occupy my time." He assured the boy. "You are welcome to stay with us, on New Vulcan." T'Pire, Sol's wife stood next to him. "No, that's fine. I'll be fine, don't worry." But would he be fine?
Kirk estates was large, his wife had felt the need to compensate her children for the less than glamorous childhood she'd had. "You are always welcome at the House of K'mpec." A Klingon male stepped up to him. "Guys," T'Plana stepped up. "Leave Spock alone, I'm sure if he didn't want to stay at the house, then he wouldn't. Isn't that right?" Spock nodded. "There, it's settled, Spock will stay at home, and we'll do what we've always done." The children were silent, but still looking at him. "Are we still able to come for Christmas?" Sol asked. "Of course, I see no reasons that would impede such a gathering." The children seemed to look relieved at the news, it was the small things now that mom was gone.
And so, begins the end of a legend.