Academy Mother
Chapter 24
'August'
James Tiberius Kirk was athletic. Everyone who knew her knew that. She could run, climb, jump, and swim with the best the school had. It wasn't uncommon to hear about her doing something stupid because someone on her training mission teams had put themselves in dangerous positions. She always helped.
However, most, outside those missions, never saw that athletic side unless during a fight.
So to see Jim Kirk – Lusty girl extraordinaire – running through the campus, her red male uniform making it easier to run – was extremely unexpected. She sprinted through crowds which moved out of the way. Right then they got to see why she was always receiving the best grades on those missions.
She was fast, her foot strides steady. She could maneuver quickly with well trained instincts.
The woman was in a hurry so she cut through one of the buildings. She ran down that hall, people staring as she'd never even entered that building before. Hurrying through she ignored a pull which was faint.
All she knew, right then, was Pavel called her that Jory was suffering from another migraine. She needed to get home to her son now. They'd even had to send him home from his lessons because other children were beginning upset by the amount of pain he was in which wasn't unusual.
She just continued to run.
~ACADEMY MOTHER~
Spock was in his class, going over Klingon language when something caught his eye. Turning to the window with his eyes only he saw a woman in red with blonde hair pulled into a ponytail hurry past.
She was there then gone so he didn't get a good look. Something about that woman made him want to go out to the hall to get a better look at that woman. But that wasn't rational so he ignored that impulse. Instead he continued to teach.
However, he kept thinking about that woman. It annoyed him because he loved his wife. He would never do anything to hurt her and the fact he kept thinking of some woman he hadn't even seen fully would definitely hurt her. The class ended and he saw Cadet Uhura coming toward him.
"Do you have a few minutes of free time. I would like to ask you about this," she stated though he sensed it was more she just didn't want to leave immediately.
"I have twenty-minutes of free time. What is your question," he asked of her and she began to speak.
~ACADEMY MOTHER~
Jim paced with her son in her arms, humming any song she could think of in the hopes of comforting her son. Leonard McCoy had to work and wouldn't be able to come to help for some time. She hated that the only way they could truly help was with her being there and sedating him.
There had to be a nonchemical way of helping her son but they were drawing a blank.
"Mom," he whimpered while she paced.
"What's wrong, Honey?" she asked.
"Can I have something to drink?" he asked. "I think I can keep it down. My heads eased slightly. Marginally but enough I think I won't be sick."
"Okay," she said while carrying him to the living room. There she somehow managed to get him his drink with just one hand. She got him his favorite apple juice. He drank barely half but it was more than she thought he'd get down.
Then he latched onto her and fell asleep naturally in her arms. She figured it was an improvement.
Maybe, just maybe, he was beginning to learn to deal with the strain his mental abilities gave him without help. She could hope this was a positive sign. She was ready for something good to happen.
~ACADEMY MOTHER~
Leonard McCoy walked into the apartment which was quiet except for a low humming. He entered the bedroom of the twins to see his best friend standing there with her son. Her son's head was on her shoulder, near her heart – most likely listening to the pulse.
He looked so peaceful compared to what he thought he'd see. No, not as peaceful as he should have been.
There were still strain lines across his features that Leonard did not like. They made him seem older than his three-years. He knew what he had dealt with when Joanna was his age. They were nothing similar. He didn't know where Jamie got the strength for moments like this.
Sighing he left the room, sensing he wasn't needed there.
He went to his apartment to see Gaila and Mandy in the spare bedroom as Gaila brushed Mandy's hair. They were talking though it wasn't overly energetic it was still enough to make him less worried about the little girl. He also had to smile at Gaila though he couldn't help it. She was one of the few women who hadn't asked for anything he wasn't willing to give.
Shaking his head he turned to Pavel who was looking at his PADD though his eyes seemed more like they were looking through the words, not reading.
Sitting he let the young man tell him what was wrong. He knew, of course. Pavel always took Jory's migraines hard. He was protective of the boy because he'd been a bright kid – not anywhere near as bright as Jory was but still far brighter than the average child.
He related to the kid.
"He'll be fine," Bones told the boy, determined in that belief. He knew he would be.