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." Second part. I hope you're having a great time this Holiday season guys! :D Sorry, no Christmas or wintery stories to publish; been busy with my Secret Santa exchange on DeviantArt :) Anyway...

A little warning for this piece is that, well...it's Jamie Kirk, and she's rambling. A lot. But Spock doesn't mind. So, um, yeah, on that note...

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

Enjoy!

My heart pulses to your name,
I rise from sleep and speak your praise,
Before I ask, you fill my request,
Before I speak you are my breath

Shine, part 2

The last he saw of her had been worried eyes whose particular fascinating shade of blue inspired the same illogical, poetic musings as the brown-green-gold of another had, all those years ago. He had sensed her reluctance in parting with him, something which no doubt had frustrated her simply because she had not known him for long, and it had been visible even through her impish smiles and jesting remarks. He, however, had not been as concerned about trying to conceal the fact that watching her dissolve in the bright light of a transporter, to be thrown into a dangerous and seemingly impossible situation, without him by her side, had been difficult. Despite his sincere and deep trust in her abilities, and knowing that even if he wasn't there, his…counterpart, would be.

It was of little consolation in the wake of the emotional upheaval he had gone through in such a short time. He suspected it was this compromised state which colored his memories of the meeting of another Jim Kirk, a female Jim Kirk, for when he opened the pre-recorded transmission he sat staring for 3.4 minutes without a word registering because he was utterly distracted by the dulled light in her blue eyes and the dark circles under them, coupled by bruised and bloodied skin, dirty, messy hair and hoarse voice.

He remembered taking note of scrapes and bruises when he had encountered her in the cave, but it seemed to have faded in the light of finding who she was; the joy and wonder of looking past the apparent face of a stranger to see and feel James T. Kirk tinting his memories with a warm glow of his own emotions. It came as quite a shock, then, to be confronted with a stark reality where Jim was hurt, and tired – exhausted even – but still smiling slightly from where he had paused the video. He took a moment to breathe before focusing and pressing to watch it from the beginning again.

Her tired voice washed over him again, but this time, he heard the words and committed them to memory with the same fervor he did anything concerning a J.T. Kirk.

"Um…hi, old Spock! Ah, I can call you that, right? 'Cause I don't really know what else to call you…unless there's, like, a nickname I don't know about which is highly likely, since, you know, I haven't really known you, or, well, either of you, that long and I doubt I'd been told. But hey, who knows, maybe Uhura calls you Spocky or something? I don't know. Well, anyway, you're probably wondering what the hell I'm doing. Well, maybe not, you probably deduced it with your mad logical deducing skills, Mr. Holmes, but whatever.

So…um…I just….I just wanted you to know what's up, yeah? Thrown into our Universe and all, sending me off on my own merry way and all that shit, you'd probably be interested in knowing how shit went down. Like, I know you, in this Universe anyway, are a stickler for details and all, so I just….thought you might want to hear it from someone who doesn't give a fuck about classified because hell, you kinda deserve that and everything beyond, you know?

So, anyway, I'm kinda on limited time here; I'm gonna have to split this up into different recordings then put them together to once piece before sending you it, 'cause I can only hide from Bones that long and I don't know if you're the same, but my Spock is like a fucking dog with a bone; he won't leave me alone and when he finds out I'm not in sickbay, I'm pretty sure that bastard is gonna fucking find me, even if I'm up so high in the Jefferies tubes it'd be impossible to catch me, but hey, I think you passed impossible a long time ago huh?

So yeah, first part then; we'll see how long that'll be before I'm interrupted and put into a coma by whatever poisonous hypo will be ready for me.

Obviously, I made it onto the ship, and, I'm not in the brig, which is good. I did the compromise thing, and holy shit, yeah, that….will hopefully never be necessary again. Unless, you know, it's something other than murderous rage that makes you that fucking passionate 'cause…um, wow. Uuuh, I should probably try remembering to delete that later.

Anyway, I was made Captain, ordered the ship to chase after Nero – and don't get me started on that crazy fucker – and-shit, Spock? What the fuck? Hey, what are you doing? Get down! Get—aahh! Geez, let go of my fucking foot you crazy bastard! Yeah, yeah, I'm coming; asshole. Ouch!"

That, apparently, was the end of the first part and left a lot to speculate, but he didn't have much time before the transmission jumped a bit and a less messy and bloodied Kirk appeared on the screen. After some more rambling, which like the previous bit was accompanied by a lot of hand gestures, animated expressions and flashing blue eyes, picked up somewhat where she had left off and she continued to 'fill him in' on what had occurred between the Enterprise and the Narada after he had sent her away. The 'clusterfuck of epic proportions', as she called it repeatedly, had occurred several days ago now but it was clear as the message wore on that she had taken the few moments she could spare between running a ship, healing from injuries, and dealing with a shipload of compromised Vulcans alongside a much younger and more jaded version of himself, who he knew to be at a rather difficult age, to 'fill him in' on not only the success of their plans but the aftermath.

It spread familiar warmth through his nervous system at her efforts, together with the awkward, almost shy manner she did it, despite the colorful language and apparent ease with which she spoke. She had not understood why she hadn't wanted to part with him on Delta Vega, just as she didn't understand her inclination to record him a message every day and finally sending it like a lengthy letter to an old friend far, far away. This did not mean, however, that he was unaware. It had long ago become apparent that Spock and Jim were a constant; their minds and their souls were attuned in ways you could not describe with any words less than T'hy'la. How else did they always find each other? How else did so many factors work against them, only to have them thrown together again? How else did his bond quiver at the touch of this female Kirk, when his very male Kirk of his own Universe had been long lost?

He knew her katra recognized his; his who was bonded to her, although it was indirectly. It drew her to him as much as he was drawn to her, and so he played her carefully recorded transmission three times before turning the terminal off and settling in to meditate.

The Enterprise was due in 25.3 hours, and there was a lot he had to see to.

"I don't think my Spock's gonna stay in the Fleet…I asked him what he thought he'd do after this, you know, since they'd probably promote him to Captain and all, 'cause he's seriously badass like that once we got over the whole compromised-I-hate-your-guts thing. He just got all shifty and closed off and stuff, so I think he might've come up with some twisted kind of logic to screw up his future. Seriously, who wouldn't wanna be Captain? They're probably gonna kick me out or put me on a fucking year long probation or something for all the shit I've done, but Spock? He's been awesome. I don't understand, but, fuck, can you talk to him? Like, make sure he knows what he's doing? I don't think his dad's in the best mindset to give him advice in this shit, and he'd probably try to choke me again if I tried, so…hey! Spock! Fancy seeing you here! Huh? Oh, this? Um…it's my diary? Like…

'Dear Diary, today Uhura refused to conserve water by sharing a shower, again.'

See? No?

'Oh, and dear Diary; Bones refuses to relieve my sexual tension even though I bet hid dick is as magically healing as those hypos of his, only more pleasurable. And Spock's ears blush green, which is kinda adorable…'

Hey! What the fuck, hey! Stop! I'm not recording Starfleet's deepest darkest secrets to send them to the Klingons, you bastard! …what? Oh, yeah, it's still recording. Opps. Totally not deleting the magically healing dick though. And no, totally not telling who I'm sending this to. Oh? Well, make me.

Oh, shit!"

Indeed, he had quite a lot to deal with when the hurricane that was Jim Kirk arrived.

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