Hey everyone! Here's my attempt to start writing after my prolonged absence which has turned into a dreadful bout of writers block, (even if I have ideas I can't write). It's another good ole' fashioned Five-And-One format (can't get enough of it) and it's titled: The Five Time Jim was Golden and The One Time He Wasn't.
Oh, and I should probably warn you, the 'One' is nothing like what you expect, but better than anything logic dictates. I suppose that weird and un-necessarily cryptic statement will make sense at the end, so why prolong the suspense? READ ON!
P.S. I own nothing.
P.P.S. I've interpreted 'Golden' differently for each one, so yeah. Live with me.
.~*One*~.
Jim was golden. He was like nothing Spock had ever seen before, though he had seen Jim everyday for the past five-to-six years. He had seen him every single day, and had never felt as breathless, as awed as he did now.
He was dressed in a white dress suit that none but Captains were allowed to wear. It consisted of an almost blinding white blazer on black dress pants. Many men were there at the ceremony, many of them Captains and Admirals, yet none outshone this man, this young man who had surpassed all expectations and gone so far beyond that words could not describe. Jim was fable, name forever scripted in history. Spock found himself unable to fathom what his life would have been like, had Jim not been alive. He would have been living some mundane life on the scorching sands of Vulcan, or perhaps dead, depending on which universe it was. (It was another legend, that only one who had served on the crew of Jim Kirk could speak of such things with such casualty and ease.)
On Jim's lightly tanned skin, his golden hair glowed under his similarly bone white fisherman's hat, almost a nimbus to the archaic seraph.
His suit was trim, fitting him flawlessly, skimming his hips like a lover's fingers. His shoulders were surprisingly small, compared to the extreme physical statures of the other Captains and Admirals, the girth of his torso incredibly small. It made him look impossibly fragile, almost breakable, and Spock was reminded again of the hundreds of instances when this man had almost been broken; had almost broken himself for his crew.
The multiple badges on his suit glittered and shone, each on representing one of his heroic (mis)adventures, and eventually he had amassed so many that he only wore five; his captain's badge, a badge given to him by the bridge crew for his birthday, his fathers' badge which his mother had kept in a box, a badge proclaiming him to be a friend of the Federation planets, and lastly a badge which I had given him, when he became my blood brother by Vulcan traditions. I never knew why he wore only these five, until this afternoon when he told me they were the five most important.
My heart had melted and I had been overwhelmed by warm feeling for this man, my Captain, my Hero, my Best Friend, my Brother…
He was everything to me, more than everything, and this was all I could say without becoming openly, absurdly emotional.
But more than what he was to me, he was to them, where them refers to everyone else who knew, or had heard of him. This set was staggeringly large, and exceptions were few and far apart.
To them he was a hero of epic proportions, a man unlike any other (which he was), akin to a god. He was Golden, where golden is a combination of sentiments which cannot appropriately be expressed with any other word, or combination of words. I did not know what the word Golden meant but Jim was its' definition.
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HEYY! Long time, yeah? ducks rocks and shoes and multiple assorted nasty objects. Well? How is it? Yeahyeah I know I should be bloody working on the other fics (5 plus 1s) I've started, but technically I should be working on my mother tongue A levels and A levels Project Work, so don't push me… (pretends people care)
I had this idea and it's not turning out the way I saw it in my mind, but I'm not displeased with it. I'm going all the way and determining this to be a K/S fic all the way! Uhm, yeah. It's supposed to be Kirk-centric, but I love Spock too much, so it'll end up being Spock-being-Kirk-obsessed-centric. Did that make sense? Oh well.
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Love,
Lady Merlin