The Hopper
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vain, Star Trek and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
++"Now see what you've gone and gotten yourself into"++
"You are nervous" Spock said. It said it as if Jim didn't know it.
"I don't get married everyday" Jim replied. Spock inclined his head, acknowledging the point.
"Look at you" Bones added for good measure, "You spend you life dealing with hostile aliens and life threatening situations, and I've never seen you so nervous. All you have to do is say a few words! Maybe this isn't such a great idea."
"Maybe it's just a few words to you" Jim muttered. Bones just grunted. He had taken on the auspicious role of best man, as Spock was the only person on board who could marry the Captain, being the next highest ranking officer. Deneb had drilled him intensely on how the ceremony was to be performed.
"I'm Roman Catholic, I will have a Roman Catholic wedding" Spock had raised an eyebrow at her, "Alright, so you're not a priest, but I'm not likely to get one out here and you're the next best thing"
"I am honored" Spock had replied. Whether he really was or not, Jim wasn't sure, but Deneb was happy and that was all that mattered. She had stoutly refused to see him last night, and during the three weeks it had taken her to "prepare" for the wedding, she had stuck to all the ritual superstitions involving weddings. He couldn't see her dress, she couldn't sleep over, and she insisted he help her with the menu and with the flowers.
"There's one thing I don't know what to do about" she said one night, looking at a list she'd made. Almost everything was checked off as have being completed or taken care of.
"What's that?" Jim had asked, taking her plate away and putting it in the dispenser.
"I need a father" she said, looking up at him expectantly.
"A father?" Jim repeated, not sure he knew what she meant. She couldn't mean it literally.
"Yes. To walk me down the isle" she clarified. They were now on their way back down to her quarters.
"Oh!" She was still staring at him.
"Well?"
"Well what?" he laughed. What did she want him to do, somehow go back in time a retrieve her father for her? But she was looking at him expectantly and he suddenly realized what she wanted from him.
"Uh, Deneb...my parents...aren't living anymore" he told her. She paused.
"Oh. Well, then I guess I'll have to ask Scotty" she said as if he had just said there weren't any eggs for the cake. He happened to be down in engineering when Deneb made her request.
"Lassie! Why, I'd be glad ta walk ya down the aisle!" Scotty nearly shouted. He adored Deneb as an uncle might adore an enthusiastic niece. It had stared with their initial meeting, but his approval had been cemented when she'd asked him to teach her a few things about "the way things work around here." She was an apt student, if she had to work hard at what she learned.
"I was never one for math and things" she sighed one day while she was doing some "homework." But with some help from Jim (that wasn't much help at all) and Spock she managed to get the basics down. She'd also taken some medical training with Bones.
"You never know" they'd both said
So now here Jim, Spock and Bones stood, waiting around for the next fifteen minutes to creep by so that they could get started. Deneb had insisted on leaving the ceremony open to whomever wanted to come.
"After all, Jim, they're your crew and my friends. And they're the only family the two of us have" was the argument that had won him over. Therefore, there was a rather large crowd in the Chapel. He felt more like they were spectators, paying for seats at a good matinee and he was the star on stage.
"What time is it?" he asked, probably for the fiftieth time.
"There is still five minutes before the ceremony will begin" Spock answered. Jim rubbed his palms on his dress uniform.
"Maybe we should get out there" Bone suggested. Spock inclined his head and Bones pushed Jim after him. There were indeed quite a few of the crewmen there. Bones stood behind Jim, ready to chase after him in case the skittish Captain decided to bolt. But five minutes later his friend was still standing there and a soft song began playing over the com system. It wasn't the wedding march, as Bones had expected or as Spock had thought traditional in human weddings. Deneb, while wanting a wedding in her own faith, wasn't one to stick to strict tradionalism. None of the gathered, except Jim, recognized the tune for it was one of Deneb's favorite songs and so from the 20th century. (Sarah McLachlan's /Angel/)
Uhura and Rand were her bridesmaids. They wore ankle length dresses in emerald green, Deneb's favorite color. (The men were, of course, in dress uniforms.) Jim had it on authority that Deneb had designed them herself. They each carried a bouquet of lilacs and wisteria, which the hydroponics had been growing for the past couple of weeks.
And then she appeared in the doorway. Her hair was hanging down her back, her skin was glowing in the soft light and her emerald eyes sparkled above her happy little smile. She was looking right at him. Uhura and Rand had helped her with her wedding dress, and a wedding dress it was. It was all white, apparently made of satin. It was simple enough, without embroidery or beading but it fit Deneb perfectly. The extravagance seemed to be the fluffy skirt which barely fit between the aisle between the seats.
But her eyes were locked with his and he felt a peace stealing over him. No doubt straight from her, for she looked as peaceful as he'd ever seen her. And then she was beside him and Spock had started speaking.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered her to witness the union between this man and this woman...."
Her hand was in his, though the other held her beloved lilacs and wisteria, and her warmth spread through him. She wasn't shaking, which slightly surprised him. He had thought most brides were so nervous they got stomachaches. Of course, Deneb would be different.
They had to face each other to speak their vows and Jim found he almost couldn't speak, wanting to simply stare at her beauty. He managed somehow, and somehow got the ring on her finger without dropping it. And then Spock was saying the final words.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduced to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Kirk" Jim kissed his her, and she was his wife.
In a like vain, Star Trek and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
++"Now see what you've gone and gotten yourself into"++
"You are nervous" Spock said. It said it as if Jim didn't know it.
"I don't get married everyday" Jim replied. Spock inclined his head, acknowledging the point.
"Look at you" Bones added for good measure, "You spend you life dealing with hostile aliens and life threatening situations, and I've never seen you so nervous. All you have to do is say a few words! Maybe this isn't such a great idea."
"Maybe it's just a few words to you" Jim muttered. Bones just grunted. He had taken on the auspicious role of best man, as Spock was the only person on board who could marry the Captain, being the next highest ranking officer. Deneb had drilled him intensely on how the ceremony was to be performed.
"I'm Roman Catholic, I will have a Roman Catholic wedding" Spock had raised an eyebrow at her, "Alright, so you're not a priest, but I'm not likely to get one out here and you're the next best thing"
"I am honored" Spock had replied. Whether he really was or not, Jim wasn't sure, but Deneb was happy and that was all that mattered. She had stoutly refused to see him last night, and during the three weeks it had taken her to "prepare" for the wedding, she had stuck to all the ritual superstitions involving weddings. He couldn't see her dress, she couldn't sleep over, and she insisted he help her with the menu and with the flowers.
"There's one thing I don't know what to do about" she said one night, looking at a list she'd made. Almost everything was checked off as have being completed or taken care of.
"What's that?" Jim had asked, taking her plate away and putting it in the dispenser.
"I need a father" she said, looking up at him expectantly.
"A father?" Jim repeated, not sure he knew what she meant. She couldn't mean it literally.
"Yes. To walk me down the isle" she clarified. They were now on their way back down to her quarters.
"Oh!" She was still staring at him.
"Well?"
"Well what?" he laughed. What did she want him to do, somehow go back in time a retrieve her father for her? But she was looking at him expectantly and he suddenly realized what she wanted from him.
"Uh, Deneb...my parents...aren't living anymore" he told her. She paused.
"Oh. Well, then I guess I'll have to ask Scotty" she said as if he had just said there weren't any eggs for the cake. He happened to be down in engineering when Deneb made her request.
"Lassie! Why, I'd be glad ta walk ya down the aisle!" Scotty nearly shouted. He adored Deneb as an uncle might adore an enthusiastic niece. It had stared with their initial meeting, but his approval had been cemented when she'd asked him to teach her a few things about "the way things work around here." She was an apt student, if she had to work hard at what she learned.
"I was never one for math and things" she sighed one day while she was doing some "homework." But with some help from Jim (that wasn't much help at all) and Spock she managed to get the basics down. She'd also taken some medical training with Bones.
"You never know" they'd both said
So now here Jim, Spock and Bones stood, waiting around for the next fifteen minutes to creep by so that they could get started. Deneb had insisted on leaving the ceremony open to whomever wanted to come.
"After all, Jim, they're your crew and my friends. And they're the only family the two of us have" was the argument that had won him over. Therefore, there was a rather large crowd in the Chapel. He felt more like they were spectators, paying for seats at a good matinee and he was the star on stage.
"What time is it?" he asked, probably for the fiftieth time.
"There is still five minutes before the ceremony will begin" Spock answered. Jim rubbed his palms on his dress uniform.
"Maybe we should get out there" Bone suggested. Spock inclined his head and Bones pushed Jim after him. There were indeed quite a few of the crewmen there. Bones stood behind Jim, ready to chase after him in case the skittish Captain decided to bolt. But five minutes later his friend was still standing there and a soft song began playing over the com system. It wasn't the wedding march, as Bones had expected or as Spock had thought traditional in human weddings. Deneb, while wanting a wedding in her own faith, wasn't one to stick to strict tradionalism. None of the gathered, except Jim, recognized the tune for it was one of Deneb's favorite songs and so from the 20th century. (Sarah McLachlan's /Angel/)
Uhura and Rand were her bridesmaids. They wore ankle length dresses in emerald green, Deneb's favorite color. (The men were, of course, in dress uniforms.) Jim had it on authority that Deneb had designed them herself. They each carried a bouquet of lilacs and wisteria, which the hydroponics had been growing for the past couple of weeks.
And then she appeared in the doorway. Her hair was hanging down her back, her skin was glowing in the soft light and her emerald eyes sparkled above her happy little smile. She was looking right at him. Uhura and Rand had helped her with her wedding dress, and a wedding dress it was. It was all white, apparently made of satin. It was simple enough, without embroidery or beading but it fit Deneb perfectly. The extravagance seemed to be the fluffy skirt which barely fit between the aisle between the seats.
But her eyes were locked with his and he felt a peace stealing over him. No doubt straight from her, for she looked as peaceful as he'd ever seen her. And then she was beside him and Spock had started speaking.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered her to witness the union between this man and this woman...."
Her hand was in his, though the other held her beloved lilacs and wisteria, and her warmth spread through him. She wasn't shaking, which slightly surprised him. He had thought most brides were so nervous they got stomachaches. Of course, Deneb would be different.
They had to face each other to speak their vows and Jim found he almost couldn't speak, wanting to simply stare at her beauty. He managed somehow, and somehow got the ring on her finger without dropping it. And then Spock was saying the final words.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduced to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Kirk" Jim kissed his her, and she was his wife.
