Dear Daddy, #37: Hey, bro,
Title:Dear Daddy #37: Hey bro,
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Sam Kirk/Aurelan Kirk, Chekov/Sulu, Riley/Not!Gaila
Rating: Teen, 13+
Type: Series #37/? of the Dear Daddy series
Warnings: Some cussin'
Word Count: ~2200
Summary and Notes: Kirk has big thinky thoughts on survival and strong opinions about facial hair. Passover on the Enterprise is an all-around success. Special thanks to arcane_lark and kadollan for the beta. Archived at awfully_clever
Hey bro,
I am almost convinced that I want, like, a million kids because if they turn out half as awesome as Jo, it would be worth it. I swear she's got the entire ship wrapped around her tiny little finger and if she were to sit in The Chair and say we're going to a planet full of unicorns and rainbows, Chekov would freakin' find a planet with unicorns and rainbows and we'd go there and there wouldn't be anything I could do about it. I'm not even kidding.
You still do Passover, right? Could you get me a copy of the Haggadah you use?
How's Deneva? Kiss the wife and sprogs for me, willya?
-Jim
---
Hey Captain Hero,
Deneva's gorgeous - good schools for the kids and there's a playground right outside our apartment. Aurelan's about to bust now and it's just a matter of time before #3 comes to see us. We've just about settled on Julius as a first name, but we're not set on a middle name yet. You should see her- she looks like a grape on a toothpick, but it's about the sexiest thing you can imagine. I don't suppose your boyfriend is going to get pregnant, but there are certain procedures you can have done- he could install a uterus for you. You'd be a great mom - and woe be to any Klingon or Romulan who crossed the path of a pregnant and hormonal Jim Kirk.
I'd pay money for the video.
Any reason you're not having your traditional Passover bacon cheeseburger? I'm sending the file along with some pictures. Talked to Mom lately?
Talk to you soon,
-Sam
---
Hey Sam,
I'm not having a uterus installed. That's just wrong, bro, so I'm going to pretend I didn't read that.
Julius? Really? That's a bit Roman don't you think?
It's just that I've been thinking about what Jo went through, about Tarsus, about Vulcan- I want to somehow acknowledge the fact that we survived and to remember those who didn't. I don't really know what I'm doing and I'm probably mixing my metaphors, but I feel like living through Tarsus was like getting out of motherfucking Egypt and Spock- I mean, geez, Nero tried to eradicate his entire race. Does that sound familiar to you?
Anyway, Bones and I talked about reopening old wounds because that's what it feels like every time Tarsus comes up and he said that this is something that never really healed in the first place. Injuries need attention to heal; they need to be taken care of, cleaned, sealed up. When it becomes a scar, we tell the story of it to learn from what happened and to teach others. This is what I get for using this kind of metaphor with a doctor. Well, it got me thinking and telling a story and drinking a shitload of wine is something I can do. It's not that I just want to get smashed to forget or anything. I tried that our first day back to Earth and I needed it at the time, but that's not what I'm going for.
I don't even know if there is a God, but this is a ship full of survivors and I want that to mean something good. Eloquent, I know. Man, I don't even know what I'm talking about. Everything's all jumbled up in my head and there's not a logical reason for it, but I have to do this. It feels right.
Jury's out on the bacon cheeseburger. It's kind of a Jim Kirk tradition.
Hey, let me know when mini-Sam #3 gets here. (Also? Nice pornstache, bro. It suits you.)
-Jim
---
Jim,
Call. Mom. She worries about you and it doesn't help when you don't talk to her. What, Mr. Hero of the Federation is too busy to talk to his own mother? When you don't call, I hear about it and I'm tired of hearing about it so CALL HER!
Re: Passover - Keep trusting your instincts, little brother. You don't have to reason it out right now. I mean, I'm supposed to be the sensible one that thinks things through. You're the one that drives cars off of cliffs and jumps out of a perfectly good shuttlecraft. Just keep doing your thing.
It sounds like you're dealing with some heavy shit right now, so reason isn't going to help much anyway. You're going to have to feel your way through this. Heh- Who knew Jim Kirk would grow some emotional maturity? Seriously, I'm impressed with you. You've grown a lot since you joined Starfleet and I still can't believe they put you in charge of the flagship, but I think you finally found where you belong. Five, six years ago, I was seriously worried you'd end up dead in a ditch somewhere. I still worry you'll end up dead, but at least it won't be in a ditch in BF Iowa. I want you to know il, m,sz,km,m,m,k,,, ,m kl.l.l.,..,,mkmlklklk
Alex says hi.
ll.l.l.l,kljkk,l..,l.,.m,klkl;l;l;l.klk,klkl
He says he misses you. Anyway, I want you to know you're still my favorite brother.
And, yeah, "Julius" is a Roman name - Mr. James Tiberius Kirk. I'm ignoring the "pornstache" comment.
Call mom.
-Sam
---
Sam,
Okay, okay, I get it, Wiseass Gamgee. I'll send mom a message. Geez, can't a guy get a break? I've got to make sure everything's ready for tonight. Ship's chef has really outdone herself this time and we picked up some wine from Denobula. I don't know if it's any good, but it can't be any worse than Maneschewitz. Well, come to think of it, it could. There are worse things than Maneschewitz. It's not kosher wine, anyway, but it will have to do. I don't think most of the crew will mind.
Big smoochies for little Al and Peter, too.
I promise I'll send mom a message after I recover from tomorrow's hangover. Scout's honor.
Thanks, Big Brother.
-Jim
P.S.
PORNSTACHE!
---
[UNN News feed: 26 March, 2260]
>Hummingbird nest gains three hundred million followers. Eggs to hatch soon.
>Greystone Industries stock still in freefall. Vergis Corporation may be vying for buyout.
>Cadbury places casting call for spokesperson: "This place is like a zoo!" according to PR directors.
>"Prince" Jonah Kuhio wins annual lua competition in Hawai'i for 6th consecutive year. Many gather to celebrate.
---
Spock,
I didn't believe you when you said we were friends, even after the mind meld... thingy- which was weird, by the way. I felt you feeling something for me that didn't make sense at the time and that I'm still trying to figure out now. In the few months that the other you and I have been working together, we've been great partners and he's the best first officer a guy could ask for, but it's not been that easy friendship that you and the other me seemed to have. I don't even know how to talk about this, but there was something there for you that just isn't for me and Spock. He's been trying - too hard, I think, so it wasn't until last night that I started to understand what you meant- felt- thought- whatever.
We had a Passover Seder in the mess hall last night. I don't know how familiar you are with it, but there was a lot of mediocre wine and a Federation standard ton of food. Anyway, after everyone had gone to bed, it was just me and the other you and he thanked me. I was a little bit drunk, but the way he said "Thank you, Jim" really meant a lot to me and I'm not a hundred percent sure why. We talked all night about just about everything and I know it's not the same as what I felt from you about the other me, but I think it's safe to say that we're friends now. It's like we're brothers, but that's not right either. I love my brother and I'd do anything for him, but there's a seed of something that's more or different. I don't want to fuck this up.
I think I'm rambling because I'm tired, so you'll have to forgive me. I haven't slept yet, so I'd better sign off before Bones hypos me into next Tuesday.
Live long and prosper,
-Jim
---
Jim,
I am pleased to hear that you have begun to connect with my counterpart. I feared that things had changed too much, that the feelings you had for Dr. McCoy would leave no room for the bond that I hoped would form between you and my younger self. It was a selfish gesture on my part to try to force you both into something that took years to establish between me and my Jim. The truth is that I miss him, terribly. He was much more than a friend to me and seeing you, so young and full of life, was both a great comfort and served to highlight that which I had lost, so I hope you will forgive me for expecting too much, too soon. I cannot say whether the friendship between you and my counterpart will be of the same nature as that between the Jim I knew and myself, but I can encourage you to cultivate that seed. There is a high probability that the feeling, as they say, is mutual, so do not fear that you will fail, my friend.
I am somewhat familiar with the ritual and celebrated with Admiral Chekov once or twice after he retired from Starfleet. He described to me once how the rituals of his ancestors became more meaningful for him in his old age and that, even though the blessings and actions were many hundreds of years old, they retained meaning and relevance for him. The Jewish people are survivors, as are Vulcans today, and I admire their spirit of persistence and unabashed pride in being themselves. I imagine that it was not only the story of survival, but also the idea of choosing the more difficult path because it was the right path that likely struck a chord with my younger self.
Rest well, my old friend, and I look forward to hearing from you again.
Peace and long life,
-Spock
---
Sam,
Long story short, Chekov plotzed, Gaila and Diora (the two Orions onboard) cried, and Spock and I stayed up all night talking. Jo trying to read Hebrew is pretty damned adorable. We had to give her little hints to find the afikomen, but she finally figured out that we stored it in the pattern buffer. Chekov helped her recover it. I'm pretty sure Riley and Diora hooked up at the end, so all in all it was a pretty big success.
How did yours go?
I'm sending a message to mom right after I send this one.
-Jim
---
Mom,
We had a Passover Seder on the Enterprise last night and I think it went pretty well. Jo seemed to have a good time, but she passed out before we finished and Bones just held her in his lap until the end. It was funny because, at the time, I was thinking that seeing her asleep in Bones' arms was the best thing since ever and that it kind of made me want to have kids of my own someday when Chekov said, out loud, almost exactly what I was thinking. I think he's about convinced Sulu. It was his idea to hide the afikomen in the pattern buffer and I think he's working on equations to beam all of the chametz off of the ship for the duration of Pesach. The kid is scary smart and I think he can do it.
I've been talking to Sam and he says that he's loving Deneva. I'm glad he's found a nice place to raise the sprogs and even though I'll never be the domestic type, having Jo around makes me think that one day I might want to raise one of my own. Maybe I shouldn't reproduce, but Bones is already a great dad and I think I could get used to the idea. Sam also tells me that Aurelan's going to pop at any moment, so #3 is going to be here soon. I'm kind of excited.
Things went pretty well with the Denobulans. They're working on a PR campaign to reduce birthrate since overpopulation is their primary problem. It's amazing to see the ways in which they've adapted to close-quarter living. The wine we picked up was grown, picked, and produced by the inhabitants of one particular high rise apartment building. It was mediocre stuff, but impressive, considering what went into its production. I don't think their bid for Federation membership is going to be accepted, but I think they're at least on the right track.
I heard it through the grapevine (haha) that the USS Sagan is headed toward the Bassen Rift. The R.S.E. has been quiet lately, but be careful all the same. Things are still weird with the Romulans because of Nero, but I think that as long as your Captain keeps a cool head, it'll be okay. I don't think they want a war any more than we do.
Love you, Mom, and be careful out there.
-Jim
Part #36: Yaninka,
Part #38: [Official Transmission: Starfleet Command]
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Sam Kirk/Aurelan Kirk, Chekov/Sulu, Riley/Not!Gaila
Rating: Teen, 13+
Type: Series #37/? of the Dear Daddy series
Warnings: Some cussin'
Word Count: ~2200
Summary and Notes: Kirk has big thinky thoughts on survival and strong opinions about facial hair. Passover on the Enterprise is an all-around success. Special thanks to arcane_lark and kadollan for the beta. Archived at awfully_clever
Hey bro,
I am almost convinced that I want, like, a million kids because if they turn out half as awesome as Jo, it would be worth it. I swear she's got the entire ship wrapped around her tiny little finger and if she were to sit in The Chair and say we're going to a planet full of unicorns and rainbows, Chekov would freakin' find a planet with unicorns and rainbows and we'd go there and there wouldn't be anything I could do about it. I'm not even kidding.
You still do Passover, right? Could you get me a copy of the Haggadah you use?
How's Deneva? Kiss the wife and sprogs for me, willya?
-Jim
---
Hey Captain Hero,
Deneva's gorgeous - good schools for the kids and there's a playground right outside our apartment. Aurelan's about to bust now and it's just a matter of time before #3 comes to see us. We've just about settled on Julius as a first name, but we're not set on a middle name yet. You should see her- she looks like a grape on a toothpick, but it's about the sexiest thing you can imagine. I don't suppose your boyfriend is going to get pregnant, but there are certain procedures you can have done- he could install a uterus for you. You'd be a great mom - and woe be to any Klingon or Romulan who crossed the path of a pregnant and hormonal Jim Kirk.
I'd pay money for the video.
Any reason you're not having your traditional Passover bacon cheeseburger? I'm sending the file along with some pictures. Talked to Mom lately?
Talk to you soon,
-Sam
---
Hey Sam,
I'm not having a uterus installed. That's just wrong, bro, so I'm going to pretend I didn't read that.
Julius? Really? That's a bit Roman don't you think?
It's just that I've been thinking about what Jo went through, about Tarsus, about Vulcan- I want to somehow acknowledge the fact that we survived and to remember those who didn't. I don't really know what I'm doing and I'm probably mixing my metaphors, but I feel like living through Tarsus was like getting out of motherfucking Egypt and Spock- I mean, geez, Nero tried to eradicate his entire race. Does that sound familiar to you?
Anyway, Bones and I talked about reopening old wounds because that's what it feels like every time Tarsus comes up and he said that this is something that never really healed in the first place. Injuries need attention to heal; they need to be taken care of, cleaned, sealed up. When it becomes a scar, we tell the story of it to learn from what happened and to teach others. This is what I get for using this kind of metaphor with a doctor. Well, it got me thinking and telling a story and drinking a shitload of wine is something I can do. It's not that I just want to get smashed to forget or anything. I tried that our first day back to Earth and I needed it at the time, but that's not what I'm going for.
I don't even know if there is a God, but this is a ship full of survivors and I want that to mean something good. Eloquent, I know. Man, I don't even know what I'm talking about. Everything's all jumbled up in my head and there's not a logical reason for it, but I have to do this. It feels right.
Jury's out on the bacon cheeseburger. It's kind of a Jim Kirk tradition.
Hey, let me know when mini-Sam #3 gets here. (Also? Nice pornstache, bro. It suits you.)
-Jim
---
Jim,
Call. Mom. She worries about you and it doesn't help when you don't talk to her. What, Mr. Hero of the Federation is too busy to talk to his own mother? When you don't call, I hear about it and I'm tired of hearing about it so CALL HER!
Re: Passover - Keep trusting your instincts, little brother. You don't have to reason it out right now. I mean, I'm supposed to be the sensible one that thinks things through. You're the one that drives cars off of cliffs and jumps out of a perfectly good shuttlecraft. Just keep doing your thing.
It sounds like you're dealing with some heavy shit right now, so reason isn't going to help much anyway. You're going to have to feel your way through this. Heh- Who knew Jim Kirk would grow some emotional maturity? Seriously, I'm impressed with you. You've grown a lot since you joined Starfleet and I still can't believe they put you in charge of the flagship, but I think you finally found where you belong. Five, six years ago, I was seriously worried you'd end up dead in a ditch somewhere. I still worry you'll end up dead, but at least it won't be in a ditch in BF Iowa. I want you to know il, m,sz,km,m,m,k,,, ,m kl.l.l.,..,,mkmlklklk
Alex says hi.
ll.l.l.l,kljkk,l..,l.,.m,klkl;l;l;l.klk,klkl
He says he misses you. Anyway, I want you to know you're still my favorite brother.
And, yeah, "Julius" is a Roman name - Mr. James Tiberius Kirk. I'm ignoring the "pornstache" comment.
Call mom.
-Sam
---
Sam,
Okay, okay, I get it, Wiseass Gamgee. I'll send mom a message. Geez, can't a guy get a break? I've got to make sure everything's ready for tonight. Ship's chef has really outdone herself this time and we picked up some wine from Denobula. I don't know if it's any good, but it can't be any worse than Maneschewitz. Well, come to think of it, it could. There are worse things than Maneschewitz. It's not kosher wine, anyway, but it will have to do. I don't think most of the crew will mind.
Big smoochies for little Al and Peter, too.
I promise I'll send mom a message after I recover from tomorrow's hangover. Scout's honor.
Thanks, Big Brother.
-Jim
P.S.
PORNSTACHE!
---
[UNN News feed: 26 March, 2260]
>Hummingbird nest gains three hundred million followers. Eggs to hatch soon.
>Greystone Industries stock still in freefall. Vergis Corporation may be vying for buyout.
>Cadbury places casting call for spokesperson: "This place is like a zoo!" according to PR directors.
>"Prince" Jonah Kuhio wins annual lua competition in Hawai'i for 6th consecutive year. Many gather to celebrate.
---
Spock,
I didn't believe you when you said we were friends, even after the mind meld... thingy- which was weird, by the way. I felt you feeling something for me that didn't make sense at the time and that I'm still trying to figure out now. In the few months that the other you and I have been working together, we've been great partners and he's the best first officer a guy could ask for, but it's not been that easy friendship that you and the other me seemed to have. I don't even know how to talk about this, but there was something there for you that just isn't for me and Spock. He's been trying - too hard, I think, so it wasn't until last night that I started to understand what you meant- felt- thought- whatever.
We had a Passover Seder in the mess hall last night. I don't know how familiar you are with it, but there was a lot of mediocre wine and a Federation standard ton of food. Anyway, after everyone had gone to bed, it was just me and the other you and he thanked me. I was a little bit drunk, but the way he said "Thank you, Jim" really meant a lot to me and I'm not a hundred percent sure why. We talked all night about just about everything and I know it's not the same as what I felt from you about the other me, but I think it's safe to say that we're friends now. It's like we're brothers, but that's not right either. I love my brother and I'd do anything for him, but there's a seed of something that's more or different. I don't want to fuck this up.
I think I'm rambling because I'm tired, so you'll have to forgive me. I haven't slept yet, so I'd better sign off before Bones hypos me into next Tuesday.
Live long and prosper,
-Jim
---
Jim,
I am pleased to hear that you have begun to connect with my counterpart. I feared that things had changed too much, that the feelings you had for Dr. McCoy would leave no room for the bond that I hoped would form between you and my younger self. It was a selfish gesture on my part to try to force you both into something that took years to establish between me and my Jim. The truth is that I miss him, terribly. He was much more than a friend to me and seeing you, so young and full of life, was both a great comfort and served to highlight that which I had lost, so I hope you will forgive me for expecting too much, too soon. I cannot say whether the friendship between you and my counterpart will be of the same nature as that between the Jim I knew and myself, but I can encourage you to cultivate that seed. There is a high probability that the feeling, as they say, is mutual, so do not fear that you will fail, my friend.
I am somewhat familiar with the ritual and celebrated with Admiral Chekov once or twice after he retired from Starfleet. He described to me once how the rituals of his ancestors became more meaningful for him in his old age and that, even though the blessings and actions were many hundreds of years old, they retained meaning and relevance for him. The Jewish people are survivors, as are Vulcans today, and I admire their spirit of persistence and unabashed pride in being themselves. I imagine that it was not only the story of survival, but also the idea of choosing the more difficult path because it was the right path that likely struck a chord with my younger self.
Rest well, my old friend, and I look forward to hearing from you again.
Peace and long life,
-Spock
---
Sam,
Long story short, Chekov plotzed, Gaila and Diora (the two Orions onboard) cried, and Spock and I stayed up all night talking. Jo trying to read Hebrew is pretty damned adorable. We had to give her little hints to find the afikomen, but she finally figured out that we stored it in the pattern buffer. Chekov helped her recover it. I'm pretty sure Riley and Diora hooked up at the end, so all in all it was a pretty big success.
How did yours go?
I'm sending a message to mom right after I send this one.
-Jim
---
Mom,
We had a Passover Seder on the Enterprise last night and I think it went pretty well. Jo seemed to have a good time, but she passed out before we finished and Bones just held her in his lap until the end. It was funny because, at the time, I was thinking that seeing her asleep in Bones' arms was the best thing since ever and that it kind of made me want to have kids of my own someday when Chekov said, out loud, almost exactly what I was thinking. I think he's about convinced Sulu. It was his idea to hide the afikomen in the pattern buffer and I think he's working on equations to beam all of the chametz off of the ship for the duration of Pesach. The kid is scary smart and I think he can do it.
I've been talking to Sam and he says that he's loving Deneva. I'm glad he's found a nice place to raise the sprogs and even though I'll never be the domestic type, having Jo around makes me think that one day I might want to raise one of my own. Maybe I shouldn't reproduce, but Bones is already a great dad and I think I could get used to the idea. Sam also tells me that Aurelan's going to pop at any moment, so #3 is going to be here soon. I'm kind of excited.
Things went pretty well with the Denobulans. They're working on a PR campaign to reduce birthrate since overpopulation is their primary problem. It's amazing to see the ways in which they've adapted to close-quarter living. The wine we picked up was grown, picked, and produced by the inhabitants of one particular high rise apartment building. It was mediocre stuff, but impressive, considering what went into its production. I don't think their bid for Federation membership is going to be accepted, but I think they're at least on the right track.
I heard it through the grapevine (haha) that the USS Sagan is headed toward the Bassen Rift. The R.S.E. has been quiet lately, but be careful all the same. Things are still weird with the Romulans because of Nero, but I think that as long as your Captain keeps a cool head, it'll be okay. I don't think they want a war any more than we do.
Love you, Mom, and be careful out there.
-Jim
Part #36: Yaninka,
Part #38: [Official Transmission: Starfleet Command]