Pairing: Kirk/Spock

Ratings: from K to M, it depends on the drabble/story

Genres: AU/AR, romance, sci-fi, drama, humour, family, friendship, hurt/comfort, angst

Notes: This is a collection of drabbles/short stories with the main focus on K/S. I will be experimenting with genderbending, using always a girl!Kirk and possibly always a girl!Spock, or a actual genderbending; male-gone-female. It's different from story to story.

A general warning for the whole story is that English is not my first language, so there will be typos and grammar errors. I apologize. Also, I don't own Star Trek, nor do I make any profit off of this. It's all for fun and creativity.

A/N: A companion piece to "Hello Star". What of Spock Prime in this reality? Basically; "It is you Jim, but not as I knew you."

Lyrics in italics before the title is from the song "Shine" by Ta-shma.

Enjoy!

You give me everything I have
You are the ground on which I stand
You are my life, my length of days
You are the rhythm in my veins

Shine, part 1

At the distant sound of a distinctly furious roar of what he guessed was a rather large inhabitant animal of this planet, Ambassador Spock tensed by the fire he had made inside the cave. Illogical; he was safe here; the beast had no doubt found a prey and he was not it. The cave's entrance was not big enough for what the ground's vibrations would tell him of the animal's size. However, he was sufficiently unbalanced to note that these reassurances did little to ease the tension in his shoulders. Also, he noted, the unknown inhabitant was rapidly closing in on his position. Grabbing a nearby stick from the pile he'd gathered for the fire, he secured a torch quickly, years of service and experience in unexpected and dangerous situations coming to play in his instincts. He stood, giving the escape routes a measuring stare as he waited; ready to run for safety.

Despite this, he was not prepared for the violent impact the beast must have had against the cave's entrance; the entire foundation of rock and solid ice rattled and he could barely keep his balance let alone get his legs to move into a run.

He almost missed the gasps and panicked shots of fury then, the light footsteps of whatever the beast had followed hear swallowed by its own heavy and ruthless movements. Even as the ground settled, Spock was already moving towards the loud noise of struggles, torch clutched tightly in his grips. He did not stop to think, moving blindly towards the beast with its snapping jaws and sharp claws. He could not be sure if it would retreat, but instinct urged him on as he stabbed the torched violently in the air; the heat of the fire scalding the frozen air and he felt a sharp pulse of victory as the enormous creature backed away further the closer he got with the fire.

It was over so quickly, he had to wonder if his time sense had somehow gotten severely rattled, but before he could allow himself to chase that stray line of thought his attention was brought to the struggling creature on the floor; humanoid, he noted, and then his eyes landed on its face and he froze. A human female, bruised and battered by the chase probably, had her blonde hair tousled and delicate cheeks and freckled nose flushed a deep red. Her lips were open and excluded a mist of steam as she panted for breath; startlingly icy-blue eyes wild as the adrenaline no doubt rushing through her system in abandon.

What was a Human doing here?

"Thank you," she breathed, standing before his now and eying him warily. He titled his head in acknowledgement, unsure of how to proceed with the situation. Unlike him, the child seemed not to share his indecision. "So who the hell are you and what're you doing here? Wait, are you…Romulan?"

She seemed to have noticed his ears, flushed green in the cold, and the slant of his eyebrows; now standing in a position to pounce should he make any suspicious moves. He held up his hands in an attempt to show his peaceful attentions, but the girl's eyes only narrowed. Before she could find an excuse for attack, he swiftly tried to explain the situation.

"No, I am not. I am a Vulcan; this is its sister planet. I am not meant to be here, but was sent here against my wishes. I was on my way to attempt to locate the Starfleet base for guidance in the situation."

A few moments went by in silence, the sick feeling in his stomach that he needed to hurry – it wasn't over yet, and he needed to move – almost overpowered him, but he kept still; waiting.

"All right, you don't…really…strike me as a Romulan. You wouldn't have saved me either I guess. So…do you know where the base is?"

Spock shook his head, gesturing with his free hand towards where he had left the fire. "I do not; however, I have discovered several pathways that I believe should lead us in the general direction as they seem to have been manufactured. Since the only sentiment and peaceful beings in these parts are of Starfleet, it is logical to assume this is a result of their presence."

He had spent enough time around humans such as Jim and Doctor McCoy to understand why the child laughed at his words.

"Great! Well, I happen to know which way to go, so that'll make things even easier. I managed to get some equipment with me that doesn't seemed to have been harmed…fucking lobster," she muttered, feeling for something in her pocket and nodding to herself. Spock eyed her.

"Indeed. If I may ask…how did you end up in such a…predicament?"

Rolling her eyes, she muttered something underneath her breath he had to bite his cheek to keep from smiling at. She was inventive with the human language, but there were Klingon and some Orion in there was well, he noted with interest. "Well, let's just say I didn't want to be here either, and some jackass threw me off here against my will as well."

They had arrived by the fire then, and as he bent for another stick to offer her a torch for herself as they would travel the tunnels, her statement made him drop his own instead.

"By the way, you never really said who you were. I'm Jamie Kirk. There, now, what's yo-hey, are you all right? Hey!"

Her gloved hands were on his shoulders, shaking, but he could do little else but stare.

It couldn't be…

But that fire in those eyes….and as he finally took notice of her essence spilling so freely through her skin to caress his tattered shields, he could not deny it. Golden shine in the night's sky and the warmth of the fire in a cabin; the brush of lips across the tip of his ear and the touch of fingers at the small of his back in the face of the impossible. The veins embracing his blood and the incense tailored for his soul.

"Jim…?"

He – no, she, she is Jamie, but she is Jim – froze. "How did you know I'm called that?"

"James T. Kirk," he breathed in barely repressed shock, joy and disbelief. How do you always find me, Jim? How?

"Um…" Her hands were slipping off his shoulders; body preparing to retreat but her swiftly took a hold of her wrists and stared imploringly into narrowing eyes. "I am Spock. Jim…."

She was staring at him, wide-eyed, the struggle she'd been preparing for in the stiffening of her limbs weakening in shock. "What the fuck?"

He gently brought her down to sit with him by the fire, not releasing her wrists in case she slipped out of his grasp. All he knew was that James Kirk was here, and the sick feeling in his stomach was replaced by the calming sense of security and confidence. James Kirk was here, though in a form he had never expected, and so…Nero would fall.

Though, he had much to explain.

A/N: Please review! :D