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.
++"What did you expect, Jim? A fairy tale?"++
Starfleet had no quibbles. There was nothing they could do about it anyway. They had already agreed that Deneb should stay on the Enterprise, and the marriage would not interfere with the work of the Captain. Many captains in Starfleet were married and so there was no reason they could deny James T. Kirk the right, even though more admirals than not believed he'd put himself in a bad situation.
Life on the Enterprise, however, was going along swimmingly. Nothing had changed drastically, as to ship life anyway. Life for James T. Kirk had changed dramatically, but it was all for the better, or so he believed. Deneb had no possessions, refusing most gifts and not acquiring anything on her own, so when she moved into his quarters he hadn't had to give anything up to storage. She did have her own system of cleaning and "keeping things tidy" but it was nothing Jim was unwilling to bend to.
The new couple most often spent their evenings in the company of Spock and Bones, nothing unusual. Life settled into something that could have been interpreted as routine. Both Bones and Spock privately thought Deneb was just what the Captain had needed, though it had been a need neither one had been aware of. They had always though Jim was in love with the ship and that it was what sustained him through his life, which was partially true. But ever since the death of his brother and sister-in-law, he had seemed to be feeling his loneliness more and more, especially in the nights and when they were on routine missions. Deneb was the respite from that crushing feeling of irrelevance. While Bones knew James T. Kirk was made to be the Captain of Starfleet's flagship, he also knew that Jim Kirk was made to be a husband and father, probably to a large and obnoxious brood. Which would serve his friend right, being large and obnoxious himself. These were insights that Spock had to come by more painfully, not having the benefit of hunches and emotional understanding. (Though he could understand emotion, intellectually)
At any rate, the ship was a more amiable work place now that the Captain had finally found his perfect niche. Deneb did her best to learn, trying to "catch up" a little. She had a working understanding of some basics, most of which she had learned aboard the previous Enterprise, under the command of Captain Jonathan Archer and his Vulcan delegate, T'Pol. Both Bones and Scotty found her an eager student, though there was only so much they could impart on her because she was such a slow learner.
"She's not slow" Jim had defended his new wife one night at the dinner table with Bones.
"No, I'm not slow, Jim. It just takes me longer to learn" she winked at Bones because she'd just said that she was "slow".
"It's complicated material" Jim muttered but decided not to argue. He had tried, once or twice, to argue with his wife and found her to be immoveable as a mountain. Or a star. Or a woman. The first he had been trying to discern her age. She stoutly refused to tell him.
"Physically, she's a healthy young adult" Bones said. Jim had frowned at him.
"I'm a doctor, Jim, not a psychic" Bones had spouted, "She could be anywhere between seventeen and twenty five according to these read outs" Normally Bones could be almost on the dot and Jim wondered if he were protecting his young (yes, he knew she was young. Too young) wife.
The second was about her being on the ship. They'd run into a battle with some Romulans, which had left her with a nasty cut one her arm (she'd been building a set at the time) and some bad bruising elsewhere. He'd suddenly become aware of just how precious, and fragile, she was.
"Jim Kirk, don't you dare argue with me!" she had bellowed loudly in a tone that demanded obedience. But Jim wasn't Captain for nothing and he matched her tone.
"What happens the next time? What if it isn't just some cuts and bruises?" he had demanded. She was going to some, nice, safe planet where he could be sure no harm would come to her. Preferably Earth, in Iowa, where he knew people that could watch over her for him while he was away. He hated the idea of being away from her, but he hated the idea of being without her even more.
"I am staying right here on this ship" she had declared and that had been the end of that conversation. He had turned to Spock and Bones and when neither one of them would help (Spock because it was simply illogical, Bones because he simply didn't want her to go) he appealed to Starfleet Command. She wasn't Starfleet personnel, however, and she was causing no disturbance aboard ship so they couldn't withdraw their permission for her to stay on board. Somehow Deneb had found out about his appeal and refused to even speak to him for three days.
"Bones, you're her friend, talk to her! Tell her I had to try!" Jim pleaded.
"Why? If I were her I would've at least punched you!" Bones said and turned away to aid his patient.
The three days passed however and, though she made it clear she was still severely disappointed and enraged at him, life went on. Still, over the course of two months of marriage, Jim knew what his wife was capable of and that arguing with her would eventually bring no results what so ever.
These incidents were far from his mind, however, one night when she came home with a huge grin upon her face.
"What's got you so happy?" he asked immediately, pulling her into his arms and giving her a good husbandly kiss.
"Where do you think we'll be in nine months?" she asked, tracing her fingers around on his chest.
"I don't know, why?" he replied, not sure why she would want to know something like that. She had never asked about their missions before.
"Oh, I was just wondering how far away from Earth we would be when our children were born" she answered, her tone indicating it was just a trivial thought. But Jim suddenly felt excitement flaring up in his heart.
"De, are you?!" he pushed the question out all in one breath, he was so anxious for the answer. She nodded vigorously, her grin getting even bigger. He whooped in joy, picked her up and swirled her around. He kissed her soundly and put her back on her feet.
"Oh, I shouldn't have done that" he suddenly realized, worried that he might have hurt her or the baby.
"Wait, you said children, plural" She nodded.
"Twins. Bones was sure" she admitted, "There are lots of twins in my family, so I'm not surprised."
"Twins!" His joy was doubled, if that was possible. He knew, in the back of his mind, that this would mean changes. They couldn't raise two children on the Enterprise, but he wasn't thinking about it now. For now he was just ecstatic that he was going to be a father.
That night at dinner he made the official announcement. Deneb let him do it, content herself to sit beside him, glowing. Many congratulations were given from everyone, especially Rand and Uhura, who had become close friends of Deneb's.
"Congratulations, Captain, Deneb" Spock inclined his head, his equivalent of shaking hands.
"May both children be born healthy and spirited"
"With these two for parents, I've no doubt of that, Spock" Bones said but then smiled happily at Deneb, "It will be my immense joy to deliver your children, Deneb, darling" He winked at his word play.
"And I suppose it will be your immense joy to have me in Sickbay at least once a week to make sure I'm getting along just fine, eh, Bones?" she responded with a quirked eyebrow. While she was quite willing to learn as much as she could from Bones, she hated being a patient. She was almost worse than her husband, who Bones had to order to report for his physicals.
"It will indeed" he nodded, knowing it wouldn't be at all.
"Have you thought about any names yet?" Uhura asked.
"Bones couldn't tell for sure, but it will probably be a boy and a girl" Deneb answered, "That's how they run in my family"
"James Tiberus Kirk the Second!" Jim tried the name out.
"Excuse me?" Deneb turned on him.
"For the boy" Jim explained.
"I'm so sorry, Captain, but it is tradition within my family to give names beginning with a 'D'" She had a stern look on her face.
"Oh?" Jim asked, an amused look on his face at first. When hers didn't change he realized she was being completely serious and he had better not joke about it.
"My mother was Dawn Allisa, her maiden name was Darwin. My father was Daniel Michael, so those names are out. My brother was David Mathew so those are out too" she started naming all of her relatives, all with names that started with "d's". Jim didn't know where they'd come up with so many d names and he didn't know where they'd come up with any more.
"I know!" she suddenly cried, in the middle of the night, two days later. He grumpily sat up on his elbows, waiting for whatever it was she knew.
"Damia and Damian!" she declared.
"What happened to James Tiberus Kirk the Second?" he asked groggily.
"Jim Kirk, don't argue with your wife!" Deneb cautioned him. He laid his head back on the pillow.
"Yes, ma'am"
In a like vain, Star Trek and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
++"What did you expect, Jim? A fairy tale?"++
Starfleet had no quibbles. There was nothing they could do about it anyway. They had already agreed that Deneb should stay on the Enterprise, and the marriage would not interfere with the work of the Captain. Many captains in Starfleet were married and so there was no reason they could deny James T. Kirk the right, even though more admirals than not believed he'd put himself in a bad situation.
Life on the Enterprise, however, was going along swimmingly. Nothing had changed drastically, as to ship life anyway. Life for James T. Kirk had changed dramatically, but it was all for the better, or so he believed. Deneb had no possessions, refusing most gifts and not acquiring anything on her own, so when she moved into his quarters he hadn't had to give anything up to storage. She did have her own system of cleaning and "keeping things tidy" but it was nothing Jim was unwilling to bend to.
The new couple most often spent their evenings in the company of Spock and Bones, nothing unusual. Life settled into something that could have been interpreted as routine. Both Bones and Spock privately thought Deneb was just what the Captain had needed, though it had been a need neither one had been aware of. They had always though Jim was in love with the ship and that it was what sustained him through his life, which was partially true. But ever since the death of his brother and sister-in-law, he had seemed to be feeling his loneliness more and more, especially in the nights and when they were on routine missions. Deneb was the respite from that crushing feeling of irrelevance. While Bones knew James T. Kirk was made to be the Captain of Starfleet's flagship, he also knew that Jim Kirk was made to be a husband and father, probably to a large and obnoxious brood. Which would serve his friend right, being large and obnoxious himself. These were insights that Spock had to come by more painfully, not having the benefit of hunches and emotional understanding. (Though he could understand emotion, intellectually)
At any rate, the ship was a more amiable work place now that the Captain had finally found his perfect niche. Deneb did her best to learn, trying to "catch up" a little. She had a working understanding of some basics, most of which she had learned aboard the previous Enterprise, under the command of Captain Jonathan Archer and his Vulcan delegate, T'Pol. Both Bones and Scotty found her an eager student, though there was only so much they could impart on her because she was such a slow learner.
"She's not slow" Jim had defended his new wife one night at the dinner table with Bones.
"No, I'm not slow, Jim. It just takes me longer to learn" she winked at Bones because she'd just said that she was "slow".
"It's complicated material" Jim muttered but decided not to argue. He had tried, once or twice, to argue with his wife and found her to be immoveable as a mountain. Or a star. Or a woman. The first he had been trying to discern her age. She stoutly refused to tell him.
"Physically, she's a healthy young adult" Bones said. Jim had frowned at him.
"I'm a doctor, Jim, not a psychic" Bones had spouted, "She could be anywhere between seventeen and twenty five according to these read outs" Normally Bones could be almost on the dot and Jim wondered if he were protecting his young (yes, he knew she was young. Too young) wife.
The second was about her being on the ship. They'd run into a battle with some Romulans, which had left her with a nasty cut one her arm (she'd been building a set at the time) and some bad bruising elsewhere. He'd suddenly become aware of just how precious, and fragile, she was.
"Jim Kirk, don't you dare argue with me!" she had bellowed loudly in a tone that demanded obedience. But Jim wasn't Captain for nothing and he matched her tone.
"What happens the next time? What if it isn't just some cuts and bruises?" he had demanded. She was going to some, nice, safe planet where he could be sure no harm would come to her. Preferably Earth, in Iowa, where he knew people that could watch over her for him while he was away. He hated the idea of being away from her, but he hated the idea of being without her even more.
"I am staying right here on this ship" she had declared and that had been the end of that conversation. He had turned to Spock and Bones and when neither one of them would help (Spock because it was simply illogical, Bones because he simply didn't want her to go) he appealed to Starfleet Command. She wasn't Starfleet personnel, however, and she was causing no disturbance aboard ship so they couldn't withdraw their permission for her to stay on board. Somehow Deneb had found out about his appeal and refused to even speak to him for three days.
"Bones, you're her friend, talk to her! Tell her I had to try!" Jim pleaded.
"Why? If I were her I would've at least punched you!" Bones said and turned away to aid his patient.
The three days passed however and, though she made it clear she was still severely disappointed and enraged at him, life went on. Still, over the course of two months of marriage, Jim knew what his wife was capable of and that arguing with her would eventually bring no results what so ever.
These incidents were far from his mind, however, one night when she came home with a huge grin upon her face.
"What's got you so happy?" he asked immediately, pulling her into his arms and giving her a good husbandly kiss.
"Where do you think we'll be in nine months?" she asked, tracing her fingers around on his chest.
"I don't know, why?" he replied, not sure why she would want to know something like that. She had never asked about their missions before.
"Oh, I was just wondering how far away from Earth we would be when our children were born" she answered, her tone indicating it was just a trivial thought. But Jim suddenly felt excitement flaring up in his heart.
"De, are you?!" he pushed the question out all in one breath, he was so anxious for the answer. She nodded vigorously, her grin getting even bigger. He whooped in joy, picked her up and swirled her around. He kissed her soundly and put her back on her feet.
"Oh, I shouldn't have done that" he suddenly realized, worried that he might have hurt her or the baby.
"Wait, you said children, plural" She nodded.
"Twins. Bones was sure" she admitted, "There are lots of twins in my family, so I'm not surprised."
"Twins!" His joy was doubled, if that was possible. He knew, in the back of his mind, that this would mean changes. They couldn't raise two children on the Enterprise, but he wasn't thinking about it now. For now he was just ecstatic that he was going to be a father.
That night at dinner he made the official announcement. Deneb let him do it, content herself to sit beside him, glowing. Many congratulations were given from everyone, especially Rand and Uhura, who had become close friends of Deneb's.
"Congratulations, Captain, Deneb" Spock inclined his head, his equivalent of shaking hands.
"May both children be born healthy and spirited"
"With these two for parents, I've no doubt of that, Spock" Bones said but then smiled happily at Deneb, "It will be my immense joy to deliver your children, Deneb, darling" He winked at his word play.
"And I suppose it will be your immense joy to have me in Sickbay at least once a week to make sure I'm getting along just fine, eh, Bones?" she responded with a quirked eyebrow. While she was quite willing to learn as much as she could from Bones, she hated being a patient. She was almost worse than her husband, who Bones had to order to report for his physicals.
"It will indeed" he nodded, knowing it wouldn't be at all.
"Have you thought about any names yet?" Uhura asked.
"Bones couldn't tell for sure, but it will probably be a boy and a girl" Deneb answered, "That's how they run in my family"
"James Tiberus Kirk the Second!" Jim tried the name out.
"Excuse me?" Deneb turned on him.
"For the boy" Jim explained.
"I'm so sorry, Captain, but it is tradition within my family to give names beginning with a 'D'" She had a stern look on her face.
"Oh?" Jim asked, an amused look on his face at first. When hers didn't change he realized she was being completely serious and he had better not joke about it.
"My mother was Dawn Allisa, her maiden name was Darwin. My father was Daniel Michael, so those names are out. My brother was David Mathew so those are out too" she started naming all of her relatives, all with names that started with "d's". Jim didn't know where they'd come up with so many d names and he didn't know where they'd come up with any more.
"I know!" she suddenly cried, in the middle of the night, two days later. He grumpily sat up on his elbows, waiting for whatever it was she knew.
"Damia and Damian!" she declared.
"What happened to James Tiberus Kirk the Second?" he asked groggily.
"Jim Kirk, don't argue with your wife!" Deneb cautioned him. He laid his head back on the pillow.
"Yes, ma'am"
