Well Hello! This is a story I am writing about Startreck, set in the world of the new films. There will be no slash I am afraid, but lots of angst. Sorry. Also it may seem that I don't update for a while, but i swear that I will keep this up, if it kills me because I know how annoying it is to read an unfinished fan fiction. Anyway, onwards!
I would like to dedicate this whole story to three people. Firstly, Jessica- thanks for being such a good friend!
Secondly- Rebecca, you have been like a sister to me and you have helped me when no-one else could.
And finally, Anton Yelchin, because I miss you so much, and I think you deserve to be remembered.
Discalimer- sadly none of there wonderful characters are mine, but Indercite is!
Jim Kirk was very much acquainted with death; in fact, he was on a first name basis. Since that fatal day when he was born, he had been cheating, avoiding and tiptoeing around that deep sleep from which you would never wake up, so much so, by the young age of 25, he was treating every second with caution. As if it might be snatched away from him at any passing moment, and he would be dragged down to the inevitable ending that everyday snapped at his feet.
So, when he became the Captain of the U.S.S Enterprise, although he put on a happy face, he was deeply concerned. Though he loved every second aboard his beloved ship, there would always be a growing concern in the back of his mind that he would pass his bad luck onto his crew members. This concern soon grew to distress, after Jim Kirk witnessed many people die, before his eyes, to enable the certainty of his life. He thought all this, while sitting on observation deck, staring into the dark mass of space. He smiled to himself. Jim liked space very much. It was always so beautiful, and large. That was the best thing, its vastness. His problems always seemed very small and weak next to the grand nebulas and stars, and it always made him feel just that little bit better. Space was like an old friend, and when Jim kneaded it, it would wrap itself around him like the father he never had.
Jim yelped suddenly, as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He laughed in shock, and turned his head to that of a smiling doctor. "God Bones, you made me jump!" Bones looked down at him and then out into space. He raised his eyebrows in only a way that could mean- I'm sick of you. "Dammit Jim! You are sick! This is the third time I have had to search the ship for you, and Goddamn it, I'm a doctor, not a prison guard. Now, get your lazy backside back down to sickbay, and just stay there! You are ill, and no matter what Scottie, or Sulu tells you, I want that you stay there, until you are better!" Jim groans audibly, and crosses his arms, much like a four year old would have done. "But Boooonnnneeeesssss, I don't feel ill! I feel normal! And, as captain, I am ordering you to leave me in peace, and just for once not drag me back down into that cesspit! You know I hate it. It's dull, boring, and of no interest for me. All I do is sit staring at a white ceiling for 6 hours! And not-" Jim was cut short by the doctors face, witch could only be described as resembling that of an annoyed mother. He grumbled something and stood up, arms still crossed in defeat. "Fine. But at least let me get my book at chess set from my quarters first, if I am to be welled up in there for another three days I kneed to be prepared." Bones flapped his arm dismissively, obviously not caring much about his Captains way to relieve his boredom, as long as he was in Sickbay.
And so the two men made their way back, stopping at the Captains rooms as they went. Jim was just touching himself up in his bathroom mirror -(Jim Kirk was very uptight about his image. He was good looking and wanted to flaunt it in any way possible, even when he was "sick") when Spock emerged from his quarters. Jim smiled and waved at Spock, to which Spock gave a formal nod. "Feeling better already Captain?" Spock questioned, with his usual blank Vulcan face. "NO!" Bones hollered down the hallway, " He escaped, again! Now get your arse down here right now Jim Kirk, I will get you to that sickbay if it is the last god damn thing I do." Jim sighed and smiled weakly at Spock, then made his way down the corridor clutching his chess set and book. He could practically feel the half Vulcans eyebrow arching up after him, clearly in annoyance. Before he left, Jim made sure to yell back at his first officer to come and play chess with him at some point, and the Half Vulcan sighed internally and suppressed a smile. Jim was an interesting character to say the least, and never failed to amuse Spock in some way or another. He straightened his blue jumper and then made his way up to the bridge, to fill in for his captain.
Jim was sick of blood tests, drips and unidentifiable machines that went beep. He was tired of Bones cursing and complaining about space, and patients who ran away from him. He was 100% done with sickbay, everyone and everything it, and bio beds. So when he was at last released, Jim practically sprinted out the room, tossing his wristband (a tracker Bones had been all too happy to slap on his wrist) on the floor, laughing with delight as he went. Three weeks he had been trapped in that god damn room, after being infected by a plant at their last shore leave. Jim being Jim, had seen some exotic fruit and declared to try and eat it all for a bet by Sulu, ignoring Spock's protests that they were in fact, poisonous. One hour later, he was paralyzed from head to toe, and could do nothing while his crew members drew all over his body in permanent markers and ate cake in front of him. There was one thing, and one thing only on his Jim's mind- revenge. Ohhhh, he was going to get them good, humiliate every single one of them. Apart from Spock, he the whole time had sat in front of a tree with his arms crossed, that blank unimpressed look on his face. But how? He knew that they would be expecting something, some prank or another, so he had to be careful. Jim thought that if he left it a month or so, then he could catch them all off guard. He rubbed his hands with delight as he walked up to his bridge, ready to complete a double shift. He felt like he could run a million miles, swim a thousand kilometers, fly a hundred light-years, and still be ready for more. He felt invincible.
As he entered his bridge, a cheer arose from his crew, his family. They whooped loudly, celebrating his return. Beaming smiles and claps on the back welcomed his return, even Spock smiled a little. Jim sat down in his chair, stretching his arms as he did so. "Position Mr. Sulu?" The captain questioned, slipping back to his authority easily. "We are just nearing a habited planet, called Indercite, a rather beautiful planet by the looks of it sir. We are still in charted space, but will be nearing uncharted space rather soon." Sulu replied from his station. "Good. How long will it take us to get there in Warp factor? The uncharted space I mean." Sulu thought for a moment then replied that it would only take a day or so. Great, set a straight course."
"Aye sir!" Sulu exclaimed. The Captain noticed a certain gleam in his eye, one that came from the thrill of exploring somewhere new. A gleam he was certain was in his eyes too.
Spock walked over, hands behind his back and looked down at Jim. "It's good to have you back sir, I don't believe I am quite suited as Captain." Jim laughed and smiled up at his first officer affectionately. "Oh come on Spock, I'm sure you didn't do too badly. After all, the ship is still in one peace, and nobody died, so I think that counts as a job well done- don't you?" Spock shrugged. "I suppose not." He walked back over to the science station, where upon he continued working at whatever he had started. "Sir, we are getting what appears to be a S.O.S signal from Indercite." Sulu spun round so that his eyes could meet the captains. "Broadcast it." The Captain stated, a touch of what might be irritancy in his voice. God, he had been in his chair for less than a minute and he was already running into trouble. Soon, a crackled voice came sounding through the speakers, making Chekov jump about three feet in the air. "Help! Help us please! Can anyone hear us? Help!" It was a man speaking, clearly past the prime of his life. Voices could be heard in the background, crying and whispering to each other. "Hello, this is Captain Kirk speaking from the U.S.S Enterprise, what seems to be the problem?" A suddenly excited chorus of hopeful voices could be heard and then the man spoke again. "You heard! Thank God! Somebody heard! There has been a giant earthquake, and nearly every-one has died! There are about 30 of us left, as far as we know. Not only that, but some of the remaing few of us have gone mad, and keep trying to kill the others. Please help." Jim sighed, there was no way out of it now. "We will be there as soon as possible, please ready a shuttle."
"Thank you! Oh thank you Captain!" And then they were gone. "Spock, Uhura, alert McCoy, you three will join me on a landing party. Get your packs ready and change into landing suits. Make shure you pack spare changing, I have a bad, bad feeling that we will be there a while." Spock and Uhura nodded, looking at each other with disgust. Jim sighed. "You two, please. I know you have broken up recently, but can you at least try to work together. Behave, and that's an order." He jabbed a finger at the two before strutting off to collect his own belongings, sighing again.
Then once he had finished packing, Jim walked to the turbo lift, which scooted him off to the landing station. Bones was there, watching Spock and Uhura size up to each other, trying not to laugh. Jim put his head in his hands; no way was he going to have this for the whole time. "Uhura, stay here. I will not have this the whole time. And Spock, don't think I'm letting you off. I will not have you two bitching at each other the whole time. This has to stop. Now. Now, Spock, get into the shuttle, and sit down. I will speak to you both properly when I get back. Goodbye Uhura. And with that he sashayed into the shuttle after Spock, nose in the air. He could hear Bones whistling highly in the background, obviously amused at all this tension. He too then boarded the ship, hoisting his pack onto his back. He gave Spock a playful push on the shoulder and sat down next to him arching his eyebrows. "Lady trouble eh?" Spock nodded sadly. "Shuttle lift off commencing. Please stay seated." With a jolt, It took off, leaving the Enterprise behind. As they spun towards the planet, Jims bad feeling got worse, and worse, and worse.