Chapter Three
AN: Sorry for not updating anything, I've been pretty sick lately.
Kirk sighed in relief when the security guards entered the cargo bay. "Drop the hammer and put your hands in the air." The commander said.
Thor looked over to Jack and raised an eyebrow. The white haired boy shrugged. "No." Thor said.
"Drop the hammer and put your hands in the air!" The security guard growled for a second time. Thor narrowed his eyes. Jack noticed the subtle movement of a hand signal to one of the other guards from the commander. Seconds later Thor was on the ground sleeping. Jack giggled. "Stun guns." The guards walked over to Thor and dragged him out the door. He must have been too heavy to carry. Spock left with the guards to make sure that the prisoner would be more corporatism. Now it was just Kirk, Jack and Mjölnir left it the room. The captain stared at the white haired boy. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jack Frost." Jack said.
"Yeah right." Jim laughed. "That's just an old kids fairy tail."
Jack frowned. "Well you have to believe in it because you can clearly see me. Otherwise you wouldn't see me."
"Fine then, if you really are Jack Frost then prove it." Kirk smirked. Jack sighed and waved his shepherd's crook around and it started to snow, in the cargo bay, in the middle of space. "Wow."
"Told you." Jack caught a snowflake in his hand and turned it into a snowball. The winter spirit tossed it at the captain. Jim fell back from the force of the throw.
"Thats it you little punk!" Kirk yelled standing up and whipping the snow off his face.
"Punk? I thought that was old, even in my time." Jack laughed.
The captain sighed. "You know what? Nevermind." Kirk muttered. "If you're Jack Frost, then who is your friend?"
"Oh him, thats Thor. He's the god of thunder." Jack said. "You might want to let him out of the cell or he'll break out. Also don't even try to pick up the hammer." Kirk raised and eyebrow and immediately tried to lift the hammer. No matter how much he pulled the hammer didn't budge. Jack laughed and walked over to Kirk.
"What's this thing made of?" He huffed.
"Something called Uru. Its really heavy as you can tell." Jack said.
Kirk took a step back. "Well we can't just leave it here." Jack shrugged and grabbed the hammers handel. The winter spirit easily lifted the hammer and rested it on his shoulder. "How?" Kirk stuttered. Jack smirked. "I'm not going to ask."
"You need to let Thor out before he wakes up." Jack urged.
Kirk shook his head. "The only reason you're not in one of those cells is because I seem to be the only one who can see you." He growled.
"That's not my problem." Jack smiled and jumped up to balance on the crook of his staff. "You're the one who still believes in a 'fairytale' in the year… whatever it is." He tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes in a taunting smile. "Shouldn't you be captaining a ship, Captain?"
Jim stared blankly at the albino teen. Whatever was going on, had something to do with the transporter. He sighed, again, and pinched the bridge of his nose, again. Scotty was so getting an earful.
"All right, come on. We're going to the Bridge. You stick with me. Do not, I repeat, do not cause any trouble. No creating snow, or frost, or anything else. We don't need to hear Spock rant about how it's impossible for it to happen."
He turned without bothering to make sure the kid was following. Scotty was on the Bridge, fixing a panel that had started to short out while a stand-in crew member was on duty. Luckily, the panel wasn't one that held the entire crew's lives in it's programming, but it was partly essential to the flight pattern of the Enterprise.
