FIC: A Sign of Happiness
Title: A Sign of Happiness (of the series, What We Remember Forever)
Fandom: Star Trek (XI)
Rating: G
Characters: Kirk (de-aged), Spock
Word count: 675
Summary: Jim makes a discovery while wrestling with Spock in the gym.
Warnings: Implied past emotional childhood neglect, then fluff, fluff, and hey, look! More fluff! :D
Notes: This snippet and the others to follow are part of a side-series to my fic, "Never Too Late." I would recommend reading that first just to become familiar with the established background, but I suppose you don't have to if all you're after is kid!Kirk fic with an extra helping of cute. :D
Each coming snippet will be in no particular order and will be marked as occurring within the series title, "What We Remember Forever."
Enjoy!
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“Purring would seem to be, in her case, an automatic safety valve device for dealing with happiness overflow.” -Monica Edwards (1912 - 1988)
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Spock lay on his back in defeat for a third time, although he found he did not truly mind it. The small figure leaning across his chest laughed, and Spock found he could not fully suppress a small smile of his own.
“You have bested me again, Captain.”
Jim lifted himself up enough above the half-Vulcan to look at him. “I’m really good, huh, Spock?” The boy was still smiling, but Spock could still sense the slight hesitancy in his tone that had come with his initial shyness. At such a young age (too young, Spock thought), Jim was inadvertently expressing an uncertainty of his own behavior - a need to know that he was being approved of. They were worries the child should not have had, had the care he originally received at his current age been more than simply “adequate.”
Spock pressed down on the slightly bitter thoughts that skimmed the edges of his mind.
“Indeed you are, Jim,” he answered reassuringly, sitting up from the gym mat and letting Jim fall carefully into his lap. “You are, as human terminology goes, a ‘natural.’”
The bright blue eyes lit up and the boy leaned forward and hugged Spock, putting his small arms as far around the half-Vulcan as they would go. Spock looped his arms around the child in return, leaning down and resting his cheek against the blonde head. He shut his eyes and allowed his left hand to slide up Jim’s back and settle near the side of his head, fingertips lightly touching the boy’s temple. He did not initiate a meld, but rather allowed his thoughts the barest brush against the surface of Jim’s, silently and secretly reveling in the fascinating sensation of what he felt there. It was the innocent love of a child Spock felt, a phenomenon that was wonderfully overwhelming no matter how little a feel he got of it. Spock tightened his arms around Jim, pressing his nose against the boy’s hair and breathing in the soft scent. He felt the tell-tale signs of a rumble in his chest, and as he exhaled Spock allowed a light purr to escape, reverberating gently through his throat and nose.
Jim pulled back from him, staring up at the man in awe.
“Spock, are you a kitty?”
The half-Vulcan raised an eyebrow at the sudden inquiry. “I am Vulcan,” he responded. When Jim continued to stare up at him, his gaze still curious but now somehow slightly disappointed, Spock added, “However, it is true that Vulcans are descended from a species of animal similar in part to Terran felines, so your observation is, in fact, logical and is not completely untrue.”
Jim continued to stare at him, his expression now one of simple, innocent confusion.
After a few moments, Spock released his breath slowly in a soft, resigned Vulcan-esque sigh. “Yes, Jim, I am a kitty.”
The child in his lap giggled and reached up to place a hand near the top of Spock’s head, raking his fingers through the coarse black hair. The light scratching against his scalp was not an unpleasant experience (quite the opposite, in fact), and Spock bowed his head to allow Jim better access.
“You’re a really big kitty,” Jim said, his voice filled with the kind of wonder only a child could possess. Although his expression did not change, Spock’s eyes filled with a deep warmth as he watched Jim.
“Indeed,” he said before leaning in and taking a delicate, playful nip at the child’s nose. Jim giggled again and Spock put his arms back around the boy, resting his forehead gently against Jim’s. As the child’s hand moved down to scratch the area behind his left ear, Spock shut his eyes in contentment and - much to Jim’s ever-growing amusement - released a loud, low purr.
If anyone had come into the gym during that time and witnessed the pair, Spock wouldn’t have noticed at all.
And somehow, the half-Vulcan found as he purred into the laughing child’s ear, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Fandom: Star Trek (XI)
Rating: G
Characters: Kirk (de-aged), Spock
Word count: 675
Summary: Jim makes a discovery while wrestling with Spock in the gym.
Warnings: Implied past emotional childhood neglect, then fluff, fluff, and hey, look! More fluff! :D
Notes: This snippet and the others to follow are part of a side-series to my fic, "Never Too Late." I would recommend reading that first just to become familiar with the established background, but I suppose you don't have to if all you're after is kid!Kirk fic with an extra helping of cute. :D
Each coming snippet will be in no particular order and will be marked as occurring within the series title, "What We Remember Forever."
Enjoy!
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“Purring would seem to be, in her case, an automatic safety valve device for dealing with happiness overflow.” -Monica Edwards (1912 - 1988)
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Spock lay on his back in defeat for a third time, although he found he did not truly mind it. The small figure leaning across his chest laughed, and Spock found he could not fully suppress a small smile of his own.
“You have bested me again, Captain.”
Jim lifted himself up enough above the half-Vulcan to look at him. “I’m really good, huh, Spock?” The boy was still smiling, but Spock could still sense the slight hesitancy in his tone that had come with his initial shyness. At such a young age (too young, Spock thought), Jim was inadvertently expressing an uncertainty of his own behavior - a need to know that he was being approved of. They were worries the child should not have had, had the care he originally received at his current age been more than simply “adequate.”
Spock pressed down on the slightly bitter thoughts that skimmed the edges of his mind.
“Indeed you are, Jim,” he answered reassuringly, sitting up from the gym mat and letting Jim fall carefully into his lap. “You are, as human terminology goes, a ‘natural.’”
The bright blue eyes lit up and the boy leaned forward and hugged Spock, putting his small arms as far around the half-Vulcan as they would go. Spock looped his arms around the child in return, leaning down and resting his cheek against the blonde head. He shut his eyes and allowed his left hand to slide up Jim’s back and settle near the side of his head, fingertips lightly touching the boy’s temple. He did not initiate a meld, but rather allowed his thoughts the barest brush against the surface of Jim’s, silently and secretly reveling in the fascinating sensation of what he felt there. It was the innocent love of a child Spock felt, a phenomenon that was wonderfully overwhelming no matter how little a feel he got of it. Spock tightened his arms around Jim, pressing his nose against the boy’s hair and breathing in the soft scent. He felt the tell-tale signs of a rumble in his chest, and as he exhaled Spock allowed a light purr to escape, reverberating gently through his throat and nose.
Jim pulled back from him, staring up at the man in awe.
“Spock, are you a kitty?”
The half-Vulcan raised an eyebrow at the sudden inquiry. “I am Vulcan,” he responded. When Jim continued to stare up at him, his gaze still curious but now somehow slightly disappointed, Spock added, “However, it is true that Vulcans are descended from a species of animal similar in part to Terran felines, so your observation is, in fact, logical and is not completely untrue.”
Jim continued to stare at him, his expression now one of simple, innocent confusion.
After a few moments, Spock released his breath slowly in a soft, resigned Vulcan-esque sigh. “Yes, Jim, I am a kitty.”
The child in his lap giggled and reached up to place a hand near the top of Spock’s head, raking his fingers through the coarse black hair. The light scratching against his scalp was not an unpleasant experience (quite the opposite, in fact), and Spock bowed his head to allow Jim better access.
“You’re a really big kitty,” Jim said, his voice filled with the kind of wonder only a child could possess. Although his expression did not change, Spock’s eyes filled with a deep warmth as he watched Jim.
“Indeed,” he said before leaning in and taking a delicate, playful nip at the child’s nose. Jim giggled again and Spock put his arms back around the boy, resting his forehead gently against Jim’s. As the child’s hand moved down to scratch the area behind his left ear, Spock shut his eyes in contentment and - much to Jim’s ever-growing amusement - released a loud, low purr.
If anyone had come into the gym during that time and witnessed the pair, Spock wouldn’t have noticed at all.
And somehow, the half-Vulcan found as he purred into the laughing child’s ear, he couldn’t bring himself to care.