Namaste! May peace be upon you! Here's chapter five. Again, I own nothing!
.~*Five*~.
Jim Kirk stood his ground, brave as any man had ever been and perhaps more.
He was facing an admiral who had not been blessed with a pleasant appearance, instead with a wit sharp enough to slice the fabric of time itself. He had however, been cursed with a sorrowful childhood, so instead of using his wit to further the aims of the Federation, this man chose to spend his time fighting petty battles. It was yet another happenstance that Jim had managed to exacerbate the man many a time during his years in the Academy. No doubt, the Doctor said, he had deserved it, but he held the grudge all the same.
The Admiral was currently attempting to make life as hard as possible for Jim. He had a somewhat limited imagination as he appeared to be of the opinion that to hurt Jim Kirk one must first hurt his crew. He was, however, not wrong in his assumption, despite his brutish methods. Only Spock wished it wasn't true.
Jim paused, only hesitant due to the threat leveled upon his crew. It was a minor threat; one which could take away their shore leaves for the next year. Spock was confident that he spoke for the crew when he said they did not need those shore-leaves. Concession from Jim was not worth such a meager thing. Yet Jim did not think so. He seemed to be bent on fighting for this.
The admiral knew this, and smiled as if victory was already his. He forgot that Jim had Spock behind him, along with every man and woman and alien aboard the ship, as well as many who chose to remain on the ground.
Spock stepped forward, but Jim smiled and it was ruthless, a smile which could make even Spock uncomfortable. He was loath to imagine what it did to those who opposed him, though he had little compassion. Whom-so-ever was in Jim's bad graces had no doubt done something worthy of landing them there.
Jim still stood, only his bearing was relaxed, which Spock could not understand. But he didn't need to. He had complete faith in Jim and Jim's method of reasoning. Jim slid his hands into his pockets, and smiled; this time charmingly.
He spoke, and he was eloquence. He was the embodiment of confidence, and Spock was proud as the man made his point clear, with flawless logic and impeccable calm. There was only a moment to see the admiral's stunned face before other members on the board approved Jim's appeal and shut the link to salvage their fractured dignity.
Spock loved Jim at times like this. Loved him truly, but from afar. He loved that to Jim there was no greater thing than his crew and his ship, yet he loathed that Jim forever put others before himself even in cases when it was uncalled for. Jim had a strange case of self loathing, and it would not be long before Spock told him that Jim was the Enterprise. He was her spirit and her mind, and without him, the Enterprise and her crew were just another ship.
He loved that Jim was so strong, so brave and yet so defendable because the things that most threatened to hurt him were things that could be easily negated or ignored. Spock knew the crew would have loved him no less if he had lost the argument that night. He just hoped that Jim knew it too.
And most of all, he loved that Jim could make him unabashedly emotional and loving without trying to, and could comfort him without making anything of it. He had a way of making important things normal so they could deal with them without fear. It was the reason his crew would follow him to hell and back, despite the dangers and the pain. He didn't even care that love was an emotion. If Vulcans did not express emotions, Jim (a species whose set consisted of One) created exceptions, and made him love.
This man was everything the Enterprise strove for; freedom, peace, love, joy, family, home and so many other things. He was worth his weight in Gold, to borrow a phrase from a certain Doctor. He was Gold, Spock thought, not for the first time. He was rare, and precious and valuable. He would be fought over; he would cause wars, and end wars, and he would build metaphorical bridges and build metaphorical temples. Because Jim Kirk was Gold, and he was Gold without trying.
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Yesyes, I know it's shameless Kirk-worship. But who here doesn't worship Jim? (looks for show of hands) No-one, right? See? Everyone loves Jim. Including Spock. Only Spock would be more quiet and more poetic about his not-feelings.
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