Title: Home
Pairing: KirkPrime/SpockPrime, Spock/Kirk preslash.
Rating: G
st_xi_kink Prompt filled:
here There needs to be a fic where KirkPrime beams aboard the Enterprise and the first thing he sees is SpockPrime and since it's been forever since he's last seen him (like he's been in the Nexus or however anon makes it so that KirkPrime is in the nu!universe), KirkPrime rushes over to SpockPrime and pulls him into a passionate kiss. Nu!Kirk and Nu!Spock just kind of stand in the doorway and tilt their heads like WTF?
AN: Ficlet. Unbetad. I wrote this ages ago, just reposting for my reference. ;)
James T Kirk was ready to die. He had done what he needed to do, more than was expected of him. He was ready for it to be over, for the struggle to be done. The Enterprise and, by proxy, the universe, was in safe hands. He no longer had to hold the pieces together.
He had only one regret. And unspoken, it would not taint his memory with pity.
He closed his eyes and let his life leave him.
His body was a solid mass of pain when he opened them again. As quickly as the pain had come, so did it disappear. He blinked at the crisp white ceiling above him. It was more than a little familiar, although he had rarely seen it from this angle and never before had his vision spent so long creeping back from the sparkling white vacuum of blindness. The first thing to clear, recognisably, was a face that was both utterly familiar and innately wrong.
“Bones?” he croaked, as if his voice had never been used.
“Well, God damn,” the answer came in a familiar drawl.
Other voices filtered in, too.
“We did it. I can’t believe we did it!”
“Indeed, Captain. It seems that once again, the probability of success has been overruled in our favour.”
“Get used to it; million to one chances happen to me all the time!”
The voices were familiar, peculiarly so. James Kirk did not like feeling confused, and pushed himself to sitting, knocking aside the equipment that his friend had just used to bring him back to life.
“What’s going on, why am I on the transporter?” he demanded, anger and confusion rising.
“Jim.”
And just like that, nothing mattered. It didn’t matter that he should be dead, that Bones was too young and his eyes still had yet to fully clear. If this was fake; if this was another dream put together by the Nexus, it didn’t matter; he’d take this reality for the opportunity it was. Unsteady as his feet were when he found them, he made the three necessary steps to wrap his lover up in his arms. It had been too long, too many deaths and too much water under too many bridges to bother with anything but this.
Strong arms surrounded him as he kissed Spock thoroughly, tears springing to his eyes as the sparks of their long-held, too-long stretched connection whispered between them and flowed back together.
“Jim,” Spock whispered again as they parted, resting his forehead against his once and always Captain. Kirk smiled, contentment and life swelling his every cell. Slowly, eventually, he opened his eyes, his brow knotting in confusion.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but… did you get older?” There was a whisper to his left and his attention was pulled sideways, to where an impossibly young Vulcan was staring at them with an expression that clearly said ‘Fascinating.’ “Or a lot younger?” He felt Spock soothing his confusion effortlessly.
“Jim, do not try to understand, yet. Whatever perfectly plausible theory you are formulating is almost certainly wrong. Please accompany me to sick bay; Dr McCoy will ensure your health and I will explain everything.”
Jim pressed another kiss to Spock’s mouth, smiled fondly and allowed himself, still weak from being so recently dead, to be half-carried from the room.
The look that Spock threw at his younger friends was the clearest and most heartfelt thanks that could be conveyed.
As the door closed behind them, pursued by medical crew, McCoy approached his own friends.
“I can’t believe you guys pulled it off,” Bones said, packing away his medical kit. “As if the universe needed another James Kirk.”
“Did you see that?” Kirk asked, his expression scandalised.
“It would have been difficult to avoid witnessing the events,” Spock confirmed, quite obviously looking at a point over McCoy’s shoulder.
“But… he was fat,” Kirk all but whimpered.
Spock and Bones both turned slowly to regard their friend.
“The change in your counterpart’s stature was not my paramount concern regarding their reunion,” he said, in a tone that could only be regarded as incredulous.
“No. No way. This is a whole new universe and I am not getting fat. Bones, you monitor me and if I start putting on weight you have my permission to make me eat nothing but salad.”
Spock stared for a moment and looked to McCoy for help. As none was forthcoming, a stiffening of the Vulcan's shoulders was akin to an eyeroll and he stalked out of the transporter room, his head held high.
“Jim, I think he was a little more concerned with the… affection your older self showed his… older self,” he concluded, resigning himself to this arrangement giving him a headache for the foreseeable future.
Kirk flushed, his eyes widening. He flicked a finger between the door and himself.
“Well, we’re not…” he said.
“Dammit, Jim, I know that,” Bones replied tersely.
“Still,” Kirk said thoughtfully, his gaze drifting back toward the closed door. “They did look pretty… good together.” His face became ever more thoughtful and a smile crept slowly onto his face.
Borderline horrified, Bones didn’t even dignify that with an answer. Kirk continued to smile to himself, his expression growing dopier even as it became more devious. He and his older self would have to have words.