Two prompt fic responses
Title: Threats
Fandom: STXI
Characters: Christopher Pike, George Kirk
Prompt: Ghost
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/a
Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of its many owners. I make no claim on it and write this purely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended.
Nero thinks he’s left Chris alone once he’s forced the codes for Earth’s defenses out of him. The mad Romulan and his cohorts are gone, ready to visit the genocide of Vulcan on Earth, but Chris isn’t alone. The ghosts remain.
He doesn’t know most of them - Vulcans, untold numbers of them, staring at him solemnly. There are others, though, people he has known for years. Cadets, many of whom he recruited. Officers, who have served Starfleet with honor and distinction, but are now less than dust.
Chris sees George Kirk standing among them, the only one who actually speaks.
“If you got my son killed, Chris, what that son of a bitch just did to you will seem like child’s play in comparison to what I will do to you.” There is no mercy in George’s voice or eyes.
Chris flinches. He's tried not to think about Jim, about Olsen and Sulu who also made the jump. Vulcan is gone, but he knows Jim wouldn't have stopped trying to prevent it, would've fought for the end. There’s little chance…
Three more deaths on his conscience. Three more to the billions.
Title: Chance Meeting
Fandom: STXI
Characters: Christopher Pike, George Kirk
Prompt: Crash
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/a
Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of its many owners. I make no claim on it and write this purely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended.
Cadet Christopher Pike tries not to look like he’s running, even though that's exactly what he’s doing. It’s his first day of classes and he’s late! What a great impression to make on one of his instructors, being tardy for his first class.
He rounds the corner, knowing that his Basic Warp Design class is just down the hall and he might make it with a moment to spare -
It’s like hitting a brick wall, running into the other cadet, and Chris is so surprised that he falls backward on his ass, landing with an, “Oof!”
He looks up at the person he’s run into and immediately recognizes the bars on his uniform that identify him as an upperclassmen, and Chris groans inwardly. Just what he needs. Starfleet isn’t immune to hazing, and he just knows he’s going to be in for it -
“Oh, hey,” the cadet says, his blue eyes wide with concern. “You okay, kid?” He holds out a hand to Chris, who takes it and lets the other man pull him up.
“Yeah,” Chris says, “sorry. I’m late. My class,” he starts to stammer, “it’s just down the hall -”
The cadet glances over his shoulder. “Vance’s class?” he asks.
Chris nods, already starting to try to shuffle past, and clarifies, “Warp Design.”
“Ah,” the other man nods. “Don’t worry about it. Vance hasn’t been on-time for a class in a decade. He’s probably still in his office.” He grins. “Besides, I’m the TA for that class, so I can say you were with me. No one will mind.”
Chris blinks. He hasn’t been expecting friendliness. “Who are you?” he blurts out, and then kicks himself inwardly for the bluntness of the question.
Fortunately, the cadet doesn’t take offense. He just grins. “George Kirk. Fourth year.” He holds out his hand, this time for Chris to shake. “You?”
He returns the gesture almost mechanically, and replies, “Christopher Pike. First year.”
“Good to meet you, Christopher,” George says as he starts to lead the way down the hall. “If you have any problems, I’ll introduce you to my girlfriend. ‘Nona’s a wiz at warp design, and anything else that has to do with a starship’s engines.”
“’Nona?” Chris asks, even though he’s not sure how he’s suddenly on such good terms that an upperclassman is willing to offer him help.
“Winona Wilson,” George tells him. “She’s a fourth year too.” He grins, adding in a quieter tone, “And probably the biggest badass in Starfleet since old man Archer himself. But don’t tell her I said so. She prefers to let her rep speak for itself.”
George keeps chattering away even as they enter the lecture hall - he was right, though, Professor Vance isn’t there yet - and as they sit down, Chris wonders just what he’s gotten himself into.
Fandom: STXI
Characters: Christopher Pike, George Kirk
Prompt: Ghost
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/a
Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of its many owners. I make no claim on it and write this purely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended.
Nero thinks he’s left Chris alone once he’s forced the codes for Earth’s defenses out of him. The mad Romulan and his cohorts are gone, ready to visit the genocide of Vulcan on Earth, but Chris isn’t alone. The ghosts remain.
He doesn’t know most of them - Vulcans, untold numbers of them, staring at him solemnly. There are others, though, people he has known for years. Cadets, many of whom he recruited. Officers, who have served Starfleet with honor and distinction, but are now less than dust.
Chris sees George Kirk standing among them, the only one who actually speaks.
“If you got my son killed, Chris, what that son of a bitch just did to you will seem like child’s play in comparison to what I will do to you.” There is no mercy in George’s voice or eyes.
Chris flinches. He's tried not to think about Jim, about Olsen and Sulu who also made the jump. Vulcan is gone, but he knows Jim wouldn't have stopped trying to prevent it, would've fought for the end. There’s little chance…
Three more deaths on his conscience. Three more to the billions.
Title: Chance Meeting
Fandom: STXI
Characters: Christopher Pike, George Kirk
Prompt: Crash
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/a
Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of its many owners. I make no claim on it and write this purely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended.
Cadet Christopher Pike tries not to look like he’s running, even though that's exactly what he’s doing. It’s his first day of classes and he’s late! What a great impression to make on one of his instructors, being tardy for his first class.
He rounds the corner, knowing that his Basic Warp Design class is just down the hall and he might make it with a moment to spare -
It’s like hitting a brick wall, running into the other cadet, and Chris is so surprised that he falls backward on his ass, landing with an, “Oof!”
He looks up at the person he’s run into and immediately recognizes the bars on his uniform that identify him as an upperclassmen, and Chris groans inwardly. Just what he needs. Starfleet isn’t immune to hazing, and he just knows he’s going to be in for it -
“Oh, hey,” the cadet says, his blue eyes wide with concern. “You okay, kid?” He holds out a hand to Chris, who takes it and lets the other man pull him up.
“Yeah,” Chris says, “sorry. I’m late. My class,” he starts to stammer, “it’s just down the hall -”
The cadet glances over his shoulder. “Vance’s class?” he asks.
Chris nods, already starting to try to shuffle past, and clarifies, “Warp Design.”
“Ah,” the other man nods. “Don’t worry about it. Vance hasn’t been on-time for a class in a decade. He’s probably still in his office.” He grins. “Besides, I’m the TA for that class, so I can say you were with me. No one will mind.”
Chris blinks. He hasn’t been expecting friendliness. “Who are you?” he blurts out, and then kicks himself inwardly for the bluntness of the question.
Fortunately, the cadet doesn’t take offense. He just grins. “George Kirk. Fourth year.” He holds out his hand, this time for Chris to shake. “You?”
He returns the gesture almost mechanically, and replies, “Christopher Pike. First year.”
“Good to meet you, Christopher,” George says as he starts to lead the way down the hall. “If you have any problems, I’ll introduce you to my girlfriend. ‘Nona’s a wiz at warp design, and anything else that has to do with a starship’s engines.”
“’Nona?” Chris asks, even though he’s not sure how he’s suddenly on such good terms that an upperclassman is willing to offer him help.
“Winona Wilson,” George tells him. “She’s a fourth year too.” He grins, adding in a quieter tone, “And probably the biggest badass in Starfleet since old man Archer himself. But don’t tell her I said so. She prefers to let her rep speak for itself.”
George keeps chattering away even as they enter the lecture hall - he was right, though, Professor Vance isn’t there yet - and as they sit down, Chris wonders just what he’s gotten himself into.