Aman iman(Water is Life)
Title:Aman iman(Water is Life)
Author:peggy-crane27
Pairing:Kirk/McCoy
Rating:First chapter-no rating, the good stuff comes later.
Summary:Leonard McCoy a photojournalist has come to a small Tuareg village in Niger to interview a man he has become fascinated with through research. The leader of a village who is changing the face of the desert, K'irk.
Disclaimer:Ain't mine, wish it was, but you know what they say about wishes.
Author's Note:The Tuareg are a real nomadic people who live in and around the Sahara in Africa. K'irk is an amalgam of things I have read and a dear Tuareg friend named Moussa al Baka.
Leonard McCoy stepped off the plane in Agadez, Niger, winds like a blast furnace hitting him in the face, almost stealing the breath from his lungs. The average mean temperature in the summer in the Sahel(sub Sahara desert) in the high 110's, making life interesting at best, a constant struggle at worst. Walking across the tarp to the small airport, he went to claims to collect the rest of his luggage, his backpack with his PADD and camera safely on his left shoulder. Collecting it, he went out front looking for his guide to T'chibeniten, the small village he was to go to, to meet the Tuareg Amenokal(chief) K'irk, the subject of the story he was writing for Intergalactic Geographic. The young man that held the sign with his name was unassuming, dressed in the traditional shesh(turban) and lighter breeches, shirt and outer cloak of a Tuareg tribesman, he introduced himself as Moussa, a cousin of K'irk, and gestured to the long legged white camel that would bear him to the village, and the meeting. Moussa helped him climb into the intricate saddle, climbed into the saddle of his own mount and they were off.
Being midday, the sun was high, beating down on him mercilessly, removing a ballcap from his pack, he covered his head, and put on sunglasses against the vicious glare off the seemingly endless dunes. Camels seldom run, so the pace was leisurely as they were carried across the expanse. Which gave Leonard time for reflection, as writers will do.
He'd first heard of K'irk when a discovery had been researched by another reporter with Intergalactic Geographic. A Tuareg man, educated in the United States of America, had found a way to reclaim desert land. Hundreds of years of droughts could be reversed, making fertile land for the nomadic peoples of Africa free from famine, and the accompanying disease which was a tragic result. Educated in Texas at Texas A&M University, K'irk was rapidly becoming a hero to the United States of Africa, his discoveries in Agriculture bringing about rapid change, crop increases, and the ability to raise more, healthier cattle than had been possible for generations.
Leonard looked at the face of the man displayed on his PADD. Blue eyes, like the sky. Piercing, as though they could see into his soul as easily as the lens of the camera taking the photo. Strong chin, heavy eyebrows, and lips that looked soft, warm...Leonard shook himself mentally. This was professional. He couldn't let himself be shaken by that face, that face that looked familiar. As though he'd been looking for it his entire life. He'd been enthralled. Had read every paper written by the man, every interview, watched every appearance the man had made over the last three years on SpaceYouTube. He couldn't stop thinking about him. Imagining what the man was like. Heard that voice in his dreams, slightly accented, his laugh full, the little snort when he was completely amused. He'd finally found the opening he needed six months ago. K'irk would be unveiling a new technique for water retrieval, McCoy had pitched the idea for the story to his editor, and convinced him. As the village of little over a thousand came into view, McCoy put his PADD away, getting ready to meet a true leader, a hero even.
Looking up toward the sun, he saw a lone figure atop a dune. A tall white camel at his side. As though he'd been waiting for Leonard, his gaze travelled to him. Their eyes met. That blue. That mesmerizing blue. Leonard could not look away, pinioned, speechless, shaken. Neither man would ever be the same.
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Author:peggy-crane27
Pairing:Kirk/McCoy
Rating:First chapter-no rating, the good stuff comes later.
Summary:Leonard McCoy a photojournalist has come to a small Tuareg village in Niger to interview a man he has become fascinated with through research. The leader of a village who is changing the face of the desert, K'irk.
Disclaimer:Ain't mine, wish it was, but you know what they say about wishes.
Author's Note:The Tuareg are a real nomadic people who live in and around the Sahara in Africa. K'irk is an amalgam of things I have read and a dear Tuareg friend named Moussa al Baka.
Leonard McCoy stepped off the plane in Agadez, Niger, winds like a blast furnace hitting him in the face, almost stealing the breath from his lungs. The average mean temperature in the summer in the Sahel(sub Sahara desert) in the high 110's, making life interesting at best, a constant struggle at worst. Walking across the tarp to the small airport, he went to claims to collect the rest of his luggage, his backpack with his PADD and camera safely on his left shoulder. Collecting it, he went out front looking for his guide to T'chibeniten, the small village he was to go to, to meet the Tuareg Amenokal(chief) K'irk, the subject of the story he was writing for Intergalactic Geographic. The young man that held the sign with his name was unassuming, dressed in the traditional shesh(turban) and lighter breeches, shirt and outer cloak of a Tuareg tribesman, he introduced himself as Moussa, a cousin of K'irk, and gestured to the long legged white camel that would bear him to the village, and the meeting. Moussa helped him climb into the intricate saddle, climbed into the saddle of his own mount and they were off.
Being midday, the sun was high, beating down on him mercilessly, removing a ballcap from his pack, he covered his head, and put on sunglasses against the vicious glare off the seemingly endless dunes. Camels seldom run, so the pace was leisurely as they were carried across the expanse. Which gave Leonard time for reflection, as writers will do.
He'd first heard of K'irk when a discovery had been researched by another reporter with Intergalactic Geographic. A Tuareg man, educated in the United States of America, had found a way to reclaim desert land. Hundreds of years of droughts could be reversed, making fertile land for the nomadic peoples of Africa free from famine, and the accompanying disease which was a tragic result. Educated in Texas at Texas A&M University, K'irk was rapidly becoming a hero to the United States of Africa, his discoveries in Agriculture bringing about rapid change, crop increases, and the ability to raise more, healthier cattle than had been possible for generations.
Leonard looked at the face of the man displayed on his PADD. Blue eyes, like the sky. Piercing, as though they could see into his soul as easily as the lens of the camera taking the photo. Strong chin, heavy eyebrows, and lips that looked soft, warm...Leonard shook himself mentally. This was professional. He couldn't let himself be shaken by that face, that face that looked familiar. As though he'd been looking for it his entire life. He'd been enthralled. Had read every paper written by the man, every interview, watched every appearance the man had made over the last three years on SpaceYouTube. He couldn't stop thinking about him. Imagining what the man was like. Heard that voice in his dreams, slightly accented, his laugh full, the little snort when he was completely amused. He'd finally found the opening he needed six months ago. K'irk would be unveiling a new technique for water retrieval, McCoy had pitched the idea for the story to his editor, and convinced him. As the village of little over a thousand came into view, McCoy put his PADD away, getting ready to meet a true leader, a hero even.
Looking up toward the sun, he saw a lone figure atop a dune. A tall white camel at his side. As though he'd been waiting for Leonard, his gaze travelled to him. Their eyes met. That blue. That mesmerizing blue. Leonard could not look away, pinioned, speechless, shaken. Neither man would ever be the same.
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