new st fic
Story Title: Destiny
Story Type: Slash
Characters: Jim Kirk, Spock
Pairings: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Fandom: Star Trek: 2009
Series: None
Disclaimer: They belong to a bunch of other people -I can keep hoping that I'll eventually wake up one morning and find them tied up on my floor.
Warnings: Slash, language
Summary: No matter what universe it is, if there is a Jim Kirk there, there will also be a Spock. And they will always find each other.
A/N: So this is basicly just going to be drabbles from different AU's about how the boys will always make their way to each other -after all, if there's a Jim Kirk, then there has to be a Spock, right? Enjoy peeps.
A/N2: Some of these are 'verses I've used in my other fandom, but there's no actual crossovers, so no worries on that front, lol.
Neko 'verse:
“Spock, come along, we need to be at the Embassy by ten thirty,” Amanda told her son when he stopped at a window front along the busy street.
She paused and frowned when she didn't hear his footsteps following her.
“Spock, what -”
“Mother, I wish to buy it,” Spock interrupted, his eyes glued to the sight in front of him.
Amanda sighed and went to go see what had her son so enraptured; truth be told, he never asked for anything and she was curious about had made him speak up now.
She had assumed it was a computer or some other piece of technology; she wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted her: a neko -only a little younger then Spock, she guessed- was sitting in a cage, his chin resting on his knees; he had blond hair and bright blue eyes and she could see the sandy colored neko ears peeking out of his hair and the same colored tail wrapping around his legs.
He gazed up at Spock, his light eyes focused on Spock's brown ones and Amanda could almost see the connection between the two of them. The neko raised his hand up and managed to snake it through the bars on his cage and press it against the glass. Without hesitating, Spock rested his own hand on top of the neko's and closed his eyes briefly as if he could feel it despite the pane of glass.
“That's not an 'it', Spock,” Amanda chastised gently, while her brain was running in circles trying to figure out what to do. “I know we don't have them on Vulcan, but nekos are sentient beings and deserve to be treated as such.”
“You are correct, Mother,” Spock agreed, finally taking his eyes off the neko to look at it's surroundings in distaste. “I mean no offense to either of us, but there are times when I am amazed by the arrogance of Humans -this is not the first time their history has shown their willingness to enslave something different then they are.”
“No, it's not,” Amanda sighed; she couldn't even defend her race -she happened to agree with Spock.
“However wrong it may be, I still wish to purchase the neko and brig him home with us,” Spock went on, his hand still pressed against the glass.
“I would love to help him,” Amanda began -and it made her heart ache to think of any intelligent being caged and sold like that- but it wasn't only her decision to make. “But your father wouldn't approve Spock, you know that.”
“I will use my own credits in that case,” Spock informed his mother, finally removing his hand and turning to look at her.
His face was as stoic as ever but Amanda had never seen that gleam in his eyes before and it hit her all at once that her son was no longer a little boy or even a teenager -he had turned into an adult and she had missed it.
“Because I am not leaving this planet without him.” And with those words, he swept past his mother into the shop and left her helpless to do anything but gape after him.
Mine 'verse:
“He's mine,” Jim snarled as he watched the Vulcan walk down the street towards the store.
Jim moved from the shadows he was hiding in and followed, two of his pack-mates trailing along behind him.
“But he's a Vulcan,” the shorter one hissed, his eyes wide. “Your father is going to throw the biggest bitch fit ever,” their companion added gleefully.
“I don't give a fuck what my father thinks,” Jim informed them, his voice tight. He licked his lips as he watched his mate skillfully dodge the crowds of people. “If he doesn't like it, let him kick me out.”
“You'd go rogue?!” Disbelief colored the other wolf's voice. “You'd be without a pack for the rest of your life -for that?”
“He's my mate,” Jim said, pausing long enough to glare at them, his eyes turning green before he took a deep breath and they went back to blue. “He's mine. And I'd move off planet if that's what I had to do to claim him.”
Leaving his pack-mates shocked into silence, Jim darted out across the street and “accidentally” ran into the Vulcan and once he apologized, struck up a conversation as they both started down the street.
Kid 'verse:
“I like your ears,” Jimmy said before he beamed at the new kid.
“Indeed,” Spock said, his voice neutral. “I fail to see what makes my ears more interesting then everyone else's.”
“They're pointy,” Jim answered honestly, his eyes glancing at said ears before he looked at Spock's face again. “And they're different then everyone else. Seeing the same thing gets boring, don't ya think?”
Spock blinked at the small human in front of him; he have only been 6.89 years old but he had heard enough people talking -they assumed not only that he couldn't hear them but also that he was not intelligent enough understand and so he heard a lot of things his parents would disapprove of if they knew- to know not everyone felt the same way. In fact, his very existence seemed to make most people nervous. This feeling of acceptance was new and however illogical as it may be, Spock thought that he could grow to like it.
“My name is Spock.”
“Hey, I'm Jimmy. Wanna be my best friend?”
“I think that would be acceptable.”
“Cool. Let's go build something with the blocks.”