Rating: T
Universe: Reboot
Couple(s): Spock Prime/Kirk Prime, SpockxUhura (as it is the Reboot), Kirk/…well..you'll see.
Disclaimer:
• I owneth not Star Trek. There, happy?
• Language and slash. ftw.
Before Story Notes:
Ten points if you spot my references.
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Chapter 2: "Something Always Brings Me Back to You"
At my age, I suppose most would assume that I took this new Universe as an opportunity to relax.
And, in all honesty I had tried that, my mind was simply too restless to allow it.
I had been doing the exact same thing every day on New Vulcan for exactly six months. Cataloguing.
There was a brief period when I did not know how to proceed. It was not until I contemplated why I was caught in such a torrent of stagnation, that an idea came to me.
Due to my placement inside this strange timeline, I was involve in happenings which either shifted my own Universe's around considerably or, sometimes, replaced them completely.
It was then that I realized that political events must also be changing, and upon some small searching discovered that I was correct. Planets that were asked to join the Federation in my Universe were being approached much sooner. As such, there was not usually an ample amount of information on them, and this obviously led to conflict.
As an ambassador, I could not allow that continue.
I gave my "credentials" to the Federation, and as the recent attack left them handicapped already, they were rather eager to have my assistance.
I did not realize just how 'short-handed' they must be until my first assignment came, just barely a week later.
I had been tasked with the simple diplomatic mission of going to Delta XIV, explaining to them that the Federation is entirely peaceful, and having them sign a treaty.
How many times had we gone on missions like these only for it to go horribly wrong?
And worse yet, I could not bring to mind any memory of a Delta XIV.
Regardless, I had my orders.
I was to report to the nearest Starbase, and wait for the designated Starship to come for me.
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They were late.
Four-point-sixteen hours late, to be precise.
A transmission had been sent to me some time ago, bearing some excuse of an Ion storm, though I knew there to be none in the surrounding area.
'I must have been given the Farragut.'
The thought annoyed me somewhat, that I would be given such a ship despite my many years of service.
There is a great deal of pride in that sentiment, I am aware, but...what was it you had said?
My modesty "does not bear close examination", if I am not not mistaken.
And I rarely am when remembering you.
But where was I?
Ah, yes, the ship.
Two and a half hours later (exactly) a woman approached me with a dataPADD in hand. "Sir, a ship is here for you, they'd like to know if you would prefer a shuttlecraft or a beam up?"
With a final look to my surroundings, I responded.
"Beam up."
Some say the feeling of your molecules slowly coming back together is too hard to explain. I must disagree.
It is a feeling of great discomfort, as if your body were—to use a metaphor—a sweater which was being pulled apart by your threads, until completely undone, only to be put right back together in a process that takes no more than a few seconds.
The feeling opening your eyes to find that you are on the Enterprise, however, is something quite different.
"Welcome aboard, Ambassador~" He looked up at me, his icy blue eyes smiling as much as his lips, and in return, I offer him as much of a smile as I am alloted in this formal setting. "Thank you...Captain
We were both aware of how choked the title sounded. But he, for whatever reason, never asked why. And I never told him.
As I moved to step off of the transporter pad he extended his hand to assist me, a dramatic bit of humor more than anything, and it was all I could do not to take it..not to feel him again.
He withdrew his hand slowly, but with purpose, recognizing he must has done something considered uncouth. The look on my younger self's face was also quite a clue, I'm sure.
"Let's get some lunch."
My younger self, affectionately dubbed "Scary Spock" by James, spoke up promptly. "Captain, if you were including me in the invitation-"
For a moment I thought I saw hurt in those perfect eyes but his sudden grin put me at ease. "Nah, you're no fun anyway. Come on, Ambassador."
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I was caught somewhere between elation and unease when he led me to what would have been 'our' table.
Though my emotions took a decided flip toward elation when I realized that in our own time, Jim, it had been I who'd chosen it.
"So," He began, eating his lunch of a simple salad for my stomachs benefit. "How's life on New Vulcan? Score with any young Vulcan ladies?"
And, thus, his selfless decision with his meal was rendered moot.
"No, my job entails mostly cataloguing, filing, nothing so..."
"Hands on?" He must have noticed the lack of amusement on my face, because his grin faded very quickly. "I was just kidding, sorry. I mean, Vulcans only mate with one person right?* And I'm sure you've already...Well...yeah. Right?"
"I would rather speak of something else." My tone was sharp, a quality it had never had with him before. He didn't press further, and yet. was in no way deterred from my company.
"How about a game of chess?"
Such warmth spread through me at the prospect, that I had completely forgotten what he had brought up only moments before...
And it was many hours later before that I realized how significant that piece of knowledge he had brought up was.
"Yes..James."
To Be Continued…
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Something always brings me back to you,
And it never takes too long. - 'Gravity' by Sara Bareilles
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A/N:
No. I'm not saying that Vulcan can only have sex with one person, especially considering extreme and sudden cases of Pon Farr can happen before a spouse is available, I'm simply saying that doesn't mean that they can't marry someone else later.
But when they do take a bondmate, it becomes a whole other ball-game. I'm sure they still can have sex outside of the marriage, but why would they want to? A bondmate is decided, when they themselves choose, when there is a perfect match of body, mind, and spirit. So another partner isn't necessary.
As for Pon Farr, as you all are probably still vomiting at the prospect of Spock Prime having to "score with any young Vulcan ladies", I'm sure the cycle dies with the partner.
Long winded A/N is long winded,
Kitchan.