New ST fic
Story Title: You and Me, Part 1
Story Type: Slash
Characters: Jim Kirk, Spock, McCoy, others
Pairings: Jim/Spock
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Fandom: Star Trek: 2009
Series: None
Disclaimer: Seriously, they don't belong to me. At all. If they did, I can tell you now that it wouldn't have been Uhura Spock was making out with on the transporter pad.
Warnings: Slash, language
A/N: So, I had a dream about kid!Spock the other night and I had to write him. It's dedicated to one of my bff's, energy_purple; she encouraged me to write outside my first -and most loved, I can't lie- fandom, wrestling. Also, she's a huge Trekkie like me -both of us still love Star Trek: TOS- and I'm hoping this story helps her smile a little. Love you, sweetie. Second dedication for this goes to candy_belle who I'm trying to lure into new fandoms -since I already hooked her on my fave wrestling OTPs, my track record is pretty good. Hope everyone enjoys this.
A/N2: I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who's been reviewing/alerting/favoriting my stories; I really appreciate it and I'm sorry I haven't been responding to reviews -I don't get online very often and my phone is pretty much crap, so it's hard for me to respond to them.
Jim stood in the transporter room, almost gaping at the sight in front of him; Bones was next to him and Jim could only imagine the look on his face.
“That explains the headache you got,” McCoy murmured; Jim could only agree.
Almost a half hour ago, he had been on the bridge, waiting for the away team to check in, when he had gotten a blinding migraine out of no where. When it had subsided, Jim had found himself collapsed onto the floor with a worried Bones hovering over him.
After he couldn't find anything physically wrong with him, McCoy had suggested that it might be something to do with some kind of “Vulcan voodoo”. It was then that Jim realized he couldn't feel his bond with Spock any more -or, more accurately, it was there, but it wasn't the same as before.
By the time Uhura had called in to have Scotty beam her and the rest of the away team back up, Kirk was barely able to keep himself from pacing the length of the transporter room. And the fact that Uhura had sounded completely strained and upset hadn't helped anything.
Now, all five members of the away team were back -even the red shirts from security survived, which was, frankly, a semi-miracle- and Jim was having trouble reconciling the miniature Vulcan in front of him with his bondmate and First Officer.
It was when the mini-Spock flushed a slight green and stepped backwards -and Kirk felt a heavy dose of trepidation hit him through their bond- that he realized that they were still staring at him. He cleared his throat and elbowed Bones slightly before he took a couple steps forward.
“Hey, Spock, do you remember me?” Jim asked, fighting to keep his voice even and level; he knew firsthand how smart Spock was and he had no doubts that even at the age of five or six, as he appeared to be now, that he could run circles around most adults he met.
“No, I do not,” Spock answered, his expression bland. “Lt. Uhura has informed me that I am a First Officer in Star Fleet, but I find that extremely difficult to believe since I am only 6.72 years old.”
Jim had to fight to keep the grin off of his face; the answer was just so Spock that he couldn't help it. Spock started, though, and flashed Jim a quizzical look that was quickly smoothed out and Jim realized that Spock must have felt his relieved amusement.
“Well, I'm Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise,” Jim said, waving his hand to encompass the ship. “But you can call me Jim.”
“That would be illogical, Captain,” Spock told him, looking around with barely concealed curiosity. “Considering you are approximately twenty years my senior and a stranger -not to mention an enlisted officer.”
Jim couldn't hold back the grin a second time and he could see Sulu grinning out of the corner of his eye; Bones was snickering and Uhura just looked exasperated.
“Sulu, Uhura, debriefing at 1700,” Jim informed them, his tone clearly stating 'You better have a good fucken explanation for this by then'.
“Aye, Captain,” they answered in unison before leaving; Uhura rubbed a hand over the top of Spock's head in passing and got a very lethal non-glare in return.
“Scotty, you can go back to engineering,” he went on, making it clear he wanted the transporter room empty for a few minutes.
“Aye, Cap'n,” Scotty said cheerfully, deciding to go check on the still he had recently reconfigured to produce more alcohol.
Once he was alone with Spock and Bones, Jim hesitated for a second, trying to figure out what to say to the Vulcan looking up at him expectantly.
It wasn't the first time that one of the crew had been de-aged; hell, it wasn't even the third or fourth time it happened. It had happened to Jim once or twice, too; his favorite was when he had been de-aged to nineteen. Apparently, he had spent the entire two weeks hitting on Spock. He couldn't remember any of it, but from what he had seen of the security videos, Spock had been practically running from him by the end of it. Bones especially found great pleasure in telling how Kirk managed to make Spock stay bright green for half hour after he had left the bridge.
It was the first time it had ever happened to Spock, though, and it was also the first either one of them had de-aged since they had bonded; Jim could admit to being anxious about the whole thing.
“Here's the thing, Spock, we're technically family,” Jim tried to explain without giving away the exact nature of their relationship; he might have done a few skeevy things in his past, but even he wouldn't go so far as to explain to a six year old exactly what t'hy'la were and then inform him that the two of them were every definition that that word could possibly be. He gave quick thanks that Spock had taught him how to shield his thoughts so well; six year old Spock might pick up an echo of emotion here or there, but that would be about it.
“That's one way of putting it,” Bones snickered; he effectively dodged the elbow Kirk threw at him and went over to Spock to run a tricorder over him. Spock glanced at him and decided to ignore him in favor of continuing his discussion with Jim.
“That is highly improbable,” Spock informed him. “As you appear to be Human and I am Vulcan.”
“You don't feel the bond we have?” Jim asked, his tone daring Spock to prove him wrong.
Spock's eyebrow twitched before he closed his eyes. After a second, Jim felt him “poking” at their bond.
“Fascinating,” Spock opened his eyes and focused his attention back on the man in front of him.
“Well, he's healthy,” Bones announced. “I still want to get him into sickbay to get some blood samples and run a couple tests to make sure he's as healthy as he looks.”
Jim nodded and turned to Spock who had started talking again.
“Captain, am I correct in assuming our familial relation is on my Mother's side?” He asked, his head tilted slightly to the side.
“Yes,” Jim said without hesitating; and, really, it wasn't exactly a lie. All humans were related at the most very basic of levels.
He exchanged another look with Bones and this one clearly said 'Don't you dare say anything to him about his planet imploding and especially do not say anything about his mother dying!' and Bone's 'Do I look like a monster?' was just as easily read by Jim; he made a mental note to have Uhura send a memo out to make sure the crew knows not to say anything -he knows the command crew would already have realized that as soon as they heard about the de-aging.
Spock inclined his head and it was clear to Jim that he didn't entirely believe him but he didn't have enough evidence to call him on it, so he was going to wait and collect said evidence and then ambush him with it.
Jim took a second to reconsider that last thought; it was possible that Spock, at age six, wasn't as devious as Spock, at age thirty two, was. But then Jim caught the gleam in Spock's eyes when he glanced at him again and grinned; apparently, all Spocks were inherently devious -no matter what their ages happened to be.
“I would like to discuss this more with you, Captain,” Spock told him; which was Spock-speak for “I want to prove you are lying to me, so I will make you talk until I catch you saying something that contradicts what you have already told me.”
“Sure, Spock,” Jim agreed; they really did need to talk and Jim was confident enough to be almost positive he could keep Spock from finding out the truth. And with the alternative being so soul destroying -Jim could still remembered the look on Spock's face when he materialized and knew his mother was dead; the anguish that was on his face still haunted Jim's nightmares- Jim knew he could keep that particular secret.
“Do you want me to contact your Sa-mekh?” Jim went on, not really sure of Spock's answer; even now their relationship was strained -not as badly as Jim's was with his mom, which was non-existent- and Jim knew a lot of it was due to the fact that they didn't know how to relate to each other. Spock didn't like to talk about his childhood too much and Jim had never pushed him on that subject; Jim figured he should make the offer, though, in case their relationship was better then.
“That would be logical,” Spock agreed. And while his tone was as even as it usually was, under the surface there was something not quite right about it.
“Alright, go with Dr. McCoy while I comm Sarek and once he's done with your tests, he'll bring you to my quarters where you can talk to your dad and then we can talk about what we're going to do next.”
“That would be acceptable,” Spock agreed and put his hands behind in his customary pose and looked up at Bone's expectantly. “I trust, Doctor, that you are well versed in Vulcan physiology since I have followed my Sa-mekh more closely in this then my Mother.”
“It's amazing how condescending a six year old can be,” McCoy drawled as he headed out of the transporter room. “I'll comm you when I'm done, Jim.”
Jim nodded, smiling slightly as their familiar bickering got cut off by the door closing -albeit it wasn't as loud or profanity filled as usual but Jim was comforted that even that was still as normal as it could be considering the circumstances.
He took another minute before he sighed and left to head for his personal comm -he really wasn't looking forward to talking to his father-in-law.