Fic _ wishes granted - ch. 01
Title: Wishes Granted
Pairing: Spork (beacuse it can even go to Dr. Horrible's thighs and be ok with it)
Summary: James T. Kirk always wanted a family of his own, if only to prove his step-father wrong. Now he has what he has always wished for, if only a little different from what he expected.
Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, it's been a hectic... year? XD IDK. I got inspiration and I wrote, and I feel the next chapter would not take as much as the last one, so please be patient, I promise I will be a good author from now on.
Prologue.
Usually, when a Federation Starship engaged in a long-term mission was too damaged to repair at a Space Station, it became am occasion of joy for both the crew and the High Command back on Earth. Welcoming their comrades home brought a contagious air of cheer all around HQ that was difficult to ignore.
This time, however, the reports brought no joy to one Christopher Pike.
Another mission gone wrong, he read, another Klingon war bird trying to probe themselves, plus an angry space goddess who didn’t get what she wanted (namely one James T. Kirk, most likely) plus a cardboard based society trying to steal the Enterprise and thus broaden their space exploration.
Montgomery Scott put his foot down when an olive-shaped spy-bot infiltrated the ship by cutting a hole through the hull... with its wooden toothpick. The Enterprise couldn’t survive on parts bought in space anymore. Their lady needed to come back home for some good ol’ Earth tender loving care.
As far as Commander Scott’s report went, the repairs would take a moth at the very least and, with the Captain’s approval, a month-long shore leave had been requested for the crew. Same shore leave that had already been approved by Admiral Barnet himself... without asking Admiral Pike.
That traitor.
Admiral Pike blanched as he continued to read.
It wasn’t that the didn’t want to see the crew, nor that he thought they didn’t deserve a proper rest on their home planet, and the Enterprise really needed those repairs. But he knew that the moment the ship landed on Earth, Pike would be exposed as the coward he really was. The rest of High Command would lose the respect that had taken him years to build, the news would hit the papers in seconds, his career would be over.
And worse still...
He would lose Jim forever.
Over the years since he had found Jim slumped over a filthy bar table, half dead, half drunk, fully disappointed with life in general, he had come to think of himself as Jim’s mentor, the father figure the boy had always needed. Jim always thought him out when he needed an advice. He sent him all reports first and never missed a chance to comm him on his birthday and Christmas, no matter how much Commander Spock complained that such calls only delayed their mission in thee point eighty four hours per month.
Pike couldn’t care less, Jim was always there on the screen, a big smile plastered on his face that made him feel warm and fatherly all at once.
It was strenghtening, the power of that single smile.
And how had he paid his so-called adoptive son’s adoration and concern?
He had lied to his face, he had hidden from Jim the one thing that he had always wanted.
Everytime Jim’s smiling face appeared on his screen, Chris would see the bright blue eyes, the excited sparkle in them, and think of the little boy safely growing in his house, the one that shared those same eyes, that same smile, as he dreamt of his hero-father out there in space, the one that Grandpa Chris and Granny One told him about before tucking him in bed. The one that loved him so dearly that he risked his life every single day to make space a better place for him.
It would take Jim seconds to fall in love with David, Pike knew. The boy was a genius like his father, and mischievous to booth. He knew Jim would take one look at him and abandon his ship, his career, his life, if only to make sure his son was loved and protected as he himself should have been.
And maybe that was the problem.
Jim was young, he had a life ahead of him, a promising career. The ‘Fleet needed him, the Enterprise needed him.
Pike needed him.
The truth was, he didn’t want to give up on the family that chance had crafted for him. His loving but stern wife, his successful son and adorable grandson. After the Narada’s incident, he thought his life was over, of course, the ship that would have been the pique of his career was in another’s hands, he was crippled for life and pushed behind a desk to remain as a figure head, he had missed the years he so longed. The years of loving and nursing.
He was a lonewolf.
And then Jim had grinned at him and made sure he always felt part of the Enterprise, Number One stood by his side, always silent and supporting, loving even in her own stoic way. And David had been thrust into his life.
How could he give it all up now, that they all meant too much for him?
Simple, he couldn’t.
Pike was selfish like that.
And that was the reason he kept quiet all along. That was why he kept telling himself that Jim would understand, as soon as his five-year mission was over, he would sit him down and explain to him that he had done it all for him, to try and fix the mess that would have surely broken out. Jim would understand, he told himself year after year, Jim would see that it was best for all of them.
But as he reads the extensive damage report followed by a short: “So, that’s it, huh? We’re coming home!! See you in a month, Admiral! :D J.T.K.” his hands shake so hard, too hard, until the PADD he is holding hits the floor.
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It rains, the day the Enterprise finally lands on Earth. Captain Kirk, Jim, almost squeals in delight when the first raindrops hit his nose. Spock can tell his Captain wants to bask in such a simple pleasure as walking by the rain is, because he knows Jim. He knows that for all the blazing bravado Kirk shows their enemies, he is a very simple man.
In the last four years of their mission, Spock decided he might as well observe the man his older counterpart described as life-defining. He wasn’t really sure a morally questionable, easy to misjudge, rather violent young man could be the same man his older self still longer so terribly for.
First shore leave had been a stressing one for the Vulcan. While Kirk behaved correctly while on duty, Spock wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t just embarrass himself and the rest of the crew by proxy should be find himself around endless amounts of human entertainment, alcohol and female companionship. He had wanted to tail the Captain and Dr. McCoy just to make sure they would not get in any sort of trouble, but Nyota had to talk to him and the urgency in her voice was rather disturbing to him.
In the end, Spock had found the Captain alone in his quarters three days later. Sipping a cup of coffee and, amazingly enough, reading a real, original, paper bound book.
Jim looked up when he announced himself and greeted him with a wide smile of satisfaction.
“Had fun on shore leave, Spock?” he asked. The Vulcan nodded, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t believe fun would be an appropriate definition for my shore leave, Captain, seeing as I spent it in the company of Lt. Uhura, as usual and the end of the week only pushed her to end our involvement,” he said, mentally wondering why was he sharing such private information with the Captain.
Jim winced, closing his book.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Spock,” he said. “Are you sure you guys can’t fix it?”
Spock shook his head.
“Lt. Uhura was quite adamant in her intention. However, your sympathy towards my situation puzzles me, Captain. As I’m no longer in a relationship with the Lieutenant no fraternization rules are been broken as of now.”
Jim’s eyes darkened a little.
“I would feel sympathy towards any friend who lost someone important for them.”
At that point, Spock had seventeen point eight four different responses to that simple comment. Half of which involved the day his mother had perished. Jim seemed to anticipate his words as well, as he adverted his eyes in shame. That incident was a sore topic for both of them.
However, Amanda usually told him he had to leave past wound in the past, so Spock decided he might as well heed her words.
“May I inquire about your shore leave, Captain?” he asked slowly, taking the seat Jim pushed towards him.
“Oh, it wasn’t all that much,” Jim shrugged with a small smile. “Bones and I went bar hopping, then I came here to pull Scotty away from the engines for a while, you know how he is, but he was doing this awesome transwarp equation and we lost track of time.”
Spock blinked.
The Captain had spent shore leave... working on the ship with Mr. Scott?
For some reason the knowledge filled him with a deep sense of coldness. He frowned.
“I have heard that you are quite an adept chess player, Captain,” Spock said suddenly. Jim blinked in confusion before an embarrassed flush painted his cheeks pinkish red.
“I did gamble a little with the Academy’s chess team, but that was it, really. Where did you hear that?”
The Vulcan felt heat roam his face.
“It was... a source of great reliance, who wishes to remain anonymous.” No, Spock was not about to tell the Captain that he was desperate enough to continue their conversation to pull some of the advices his older counterpart had given him during one of their last conversations.
“Well, that’s ok, I guess,” Kirk said, a little unsure. “I guess that yeah, you could say I’m a decent player. Maybe.”
“Would you care for a game, then, Captain?”
Spock stared, refusing to admit he was nervous. The things between the Captain and himself were tense and professional at best, none of them had dared to reach out for the first steps of that infamous friendship that could change their lives.
That is, until that moment.
Jim stared back, shocked, before letting a smile curl his lips.
“I’d be honored, Mr. Spock.”
And that was how their routing started. How game after game conversation started. Secrets were shared. Trust was established beyond the boundaries of Captain and First Officer.
And now, to Spock, Jim had changed from and officer he greatly respected to a man he could gladly give his life for.
And as Jim ran happily around the gardens towards HQ, a smile on his face, being chased by an enraged Dr. McCoy brandishing an umbrella and screaming at the top of his lung capacity about irresponsible brats who would not take care of their own health, Spock felt he had found the place in the Universe he had always longer for.
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Two hours later, after handing his report of the last few missions to Admiral Archer, Spock decided he might as well search out of the Captain to say his goodbyes and take the shuttle to the Vulcan Embassy. Maybe he could inquire about the Captain’s own plans during shore leave and, if Jim had nothing better to do, he would be more than glad to invite him along.
His older counterpart would be delighted to have Jim around, as he had stated quite enough times over the years, and his father, oddly enough, would receive them both quite pleased. The Ambassador would never admit it, of course, but Spock could easily see that his father had what his mother used to call a “soft spot” for his son’s commanding officer.
Yes, it would be quite an enjoyable experience to spend some leisure time by Jim’s side.
As he rounded the corner toward Admiral Pike’s office, the only place Jim could be at the time, of course, a small bundle of wet towels crashed into his leg.
Spock stared, confused, when a familiar pair of bright blue eyes stared at him in awe from a face far too young, too illogically similar.
“David, stop this unsightly behaviour at once,” snapped Admiral Pike’s assistant, Number One, both hands on her hips and a severe purse in her lips.
The boy, now identified as David, turned to look at the woman with a disappointed pout on his lips.
“I’m sorry, granny One,” he said, absently towelling his sunny blond curls with tiny hands.
Spock stood there, frozen.
It was impossible, of course, despite all evidence pointing to a logical conclusion his mind refused to admit. It was just a too ridiculous outcome. Jim had easily become his first and best friend. He had stood by his side even when T’Pring had rejected him, had saved him from the fires of Pon Farr endangering his own life. Had put himself in the line of fire in his place countless times. Had told him things about himself he was sure not even Dr. McCoy knew. Surely Jim would have mentioned something as important as this. Jim who claimed to cherish him and his friendship would not have kept this from him.
Suddenly, the door to Admiral Pike’s office burst open violently, banging on the wall with a loud crash. Jim stormed out, face showing clearly his distress, his eyes bloodshot and tears glistening disturbingly on his red cheeks.
“Daddy!” squealed young David, running towards the Captain. Jim turned to him, face softening instantly.
“Come here, you,” he said gently, gathering the boy in his arms as if he was a precious treasure. Most likely, to Jim, he was, or so Spock thought.
“You ok, Daddy?” David asked, whipping the tear tracks from Jim’s face with childishly clumsy hands. Jim forced a smile on his lips and tightened his embrace.
“I’m fine, Dave,” he said. “Let’s go, ok? I think it’s time you meet the rest of the family.”
David cheered happily, wrapping chubby arms around his father’s neck.
“Captain Kirk,” Number One said softly, only to receive the coldest, most hateful glare Spock had seen Jim capable of.
“Good Bye, madam,” he said quickly, turning around and stalking away. Not even bothering to acknowledge Admiral Pike’s voice calling him back into the office nor Spock himself.
The Vulcan could no longer deny the painful beating of his heart against his side, nor the way his hands trembled with the effort to suppress his overpowering emotions.
Admiral Pike wheeled himself out of his office, eyes full of sorrow.
“Admiral?” Number One asked, immediately kneeling by his side.
Pike sighed, hands cradling his face.
“He’s resigning from his post,” he said. “He’s leaving Star Fleet.”
It was then and there that Spock felt his heart stop.
To be Continued.
Pairing: Spork (beacuse it can even go to Dr. Horrible's thighs and be ok with it)
Summary: James T. Kirk always wanted a family of his own, if only to prove his step-father wrong. Now he has what he has always wished for, if only a little different from what he expected.
Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, it's been a hectic... year? XD IDK. I got inspiration and I wrote, and I feel the next chapter would not take as much as the last one, so please be patient, I promise I will be a good author from now on.
Prologue.
Usually, when a Federation Starship engaged in a long-term mission was too damaged to repair at a Space Station, it became am occasion of joy for both the crew and the High Command back on Earth. Welcoming their comrades home brought a contagious air of cheer all around HQ that was difficult to ignore.
This time, however, the reports brought no joy to one Christopher Pike.
Another mission gone wrong, he read, another Klingon war bird trying to probe themselves, plus an angry space goddess who didn’t get what she wanted (namely one James T. Kirk, most likely) plus a cardboard based society trying to steal the Enterprise and thus broaden their space exploration.
Montgomery Scott put his foot down when an olive-shaped spy-bot infiltrated the ship by cutting a hole through the hull... with its wooden toothpick. The Enterprise couldn’t survive on parts bought in space anymore. Their lady needed to come back home for some good ol’ Earth tender loving care.
As far as Commander Scott’s report went, the repairs would take a moth at the very least and, with the Captain’s approval, a month-long shore leave had been requested for the crew. Same shore leave that had already been approved by Admiral Barnet himself... without asking Admiral Pike.
That traitor.
Admiral Pike blanched as he continued to read.
It wasn’t that the didn’t want to see the crew, nor that he thought they didn’t deserve a proper rest on their home planet, and the Enterprise really needed those repairs. But he knew that the moment the ship landed on Earth, Pike would be exposed as the coward he really was. The rest of High Command would lose the respect that had taken him years to build, the news would hit the papers in seconds, his career would be over.
And worse still...
He would lose Jim forever.
Over the years since he had found Jim slumped over a filthy bar table, half dead, half drunk, fully disappointed with life in general, he had come to think of himself as Jim’s mentor, the father figure the boy had always needed. Jim always thought him out when he needed an advice. He sent him all reports first and never missed a chance to comm him on his birthday and Christmas, no matter how much Commander Spock complained that such calls only delayed their mission in thee point eighty four hours per month.
Pike couldn’t care less, Jim was always there on the screen, a big smile plastered on his face that made him feel warm and fatherly all at once.
It was strenghtening, the power of that single smile.
And how had he paid his so-called adoptive son’s adoration and concern?
He had lied to his face, he had hidden from Jim the one thing that he had always wanted.
Everytime Jim’s smiling face appeared on his screen, Chris would see the bright blue eyes, the excited sparkle in them, and think of the little boy safely growing in his house, the one that shared those same eyes, that same smile, as he dreamt of his hero-father out there in space, the one that Grandpa Chris and Granny One told him about before tucking him in bed. The one that loved him so dearly that he risked his life every single day to make space a better place for him.
It would take Jim seconds to fall in love with David, Pike knew. The boy was a genius like his father, and mischievous to booth. He knew Jim would take one look at him and abandon his ship, his career, his life, if only to make sure his son was loved and protected as he himself should have been.
And maybe that was the problem.
Jim was young, he had a life ahead of him, a promising career. The ‘Fleet needed him, the Enterprise needed him.
Pike needed him.
The truth was, he didn’t want to give up on the family that chance had crafted for him. His loving but stern wife, his successful son and adorable grandson. After the Narada’s incident, he thought his life was over, of course, the ship that would have been the pique of his career was in another’s hands, he was crippled for life and pushed behind a desk to remain as a figure head, he had missed the years he so longed. The years of loving and nursing.
He was a lonewolf.
And then Jim had grinned at him and made sure he always felt part of the Enterprise, Number One stood by his side, always silent and supporting, loving even in her own stoic way. And David had been thrust into his life.
How could he give it all up now, that they all meant too much for him?
Simple, he couldn’t.
Pike was selfish like that.
And that was the reason he kept quiet all along. That was why he kept telling himself that Jim would understand, as soon as his five-year mission was over, he would sit him down and explain to him that he had done it all for him, to try and fix the mess that would have surely broken out. Jim would understand, he told himself year after year, Jim would see that it was best for all of them.
But as he reads the extensive damage report followed by a short: “So, that’s it, huh? We’re coming home!! See you in a month, Admiral! :D J.T.K.” his hands shake so hard, too hard, until the PADD he is holding hits the floor.
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It rains, the day the Enterprise finally lands on Earth. Captain Kirk, Jim, almost squeals in delight when the first raindrops hit his nose. Spock can tell his Captain wants to bask in such a simple pleasure as walking by the rain is, because he knows Jim. He knows that for all the blazing bravado Kirk shows their enemies, he is a very simple man.
In the last four years of their mission, Spock decided he might as well observe the man his older counterpart described as life-defining. He wasn’t really sure a morally questionable, easy to misjudge, rather violent young man could be the same man his older self still longer so terribly for.
First shore leave had been a stressing one for the Vulcan. While Kirk behaved correctly while on duty, Spock wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t just embarrass himself and the rest of the crew by proxy should be find himself around endless amounts of human entertainment, alcohol and female companionship. He had wanted to tail the Captain and Dr. McCoy just to make sure they would not get in any sort of trouble, but Nyota had to talk to him and the urgency in her voice was rather disturbing to him.
In the end, Spock had found the Captain alone in his quarters three days later. Sipping a cup of coffee and, amazingly enough, reading a real, original, paper bound book.
Jim looked up when he announced himself and greeted him with a wide smile of satisfaction.
“Had fun on shore leave, Spock?” he asked. The Vulcan nodded, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t believe fun would be an appropriate definition for my shore leave, Captain, seeing as I spent it in the company of Lt. Uhura, as usual and the end of the week only pushed her to end our involvement,” he said, mentally wondering why was he sharing such private information with the Captain.
Jim winced, closing his book.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Spock,” he said. “Are you sure you guys can’t fix it?”
Spock shook his head.
“Lt. Uhura was quite adamant in her intention. However, your sympathy towards my situation puzzles me, Captain. As I’m no longer in a relationship with the Lieutenant no fraternization rules are been broken as of now.”
Jim’s eyes darkened a little.
“I would feel sympathy towards any friend who lost someone important for them.”
At that point, Spock had seventeen point eight four different responses to that simple comment. Half of which involved the day his mother had perished. Jim seemed to anticipate his words as well, as he adverted his eyes in shame. That incident was a sore topic for both of them.
However, Amanda usually told him he had to leave past wound in the past, so Spock decided he might as well heed her words.
“May I inquire about your shore leave, Captain?” he asked slowly, taking the seat Jim pushed towards him.
“Oh, it wasn’t all that much,” Jim shrugged with a small smile. “Bones and I went bar hopping, then I came here to pull Scotty away from the engines for a while, you know how he is, but he was doing this awesome transwarp equation and we lost track of time.”
Spock blinked.
The Captain had spent shore leave... working on the ship with Mr. Scott?
For some reason the knowledge filled him with a deep sense of coldness. He frowned.
“I have heard that you are quite an adept chess player, Captain,” Spock said suddenly. Jim blinked in confusion before an embarrassed flush painted his cheeks pinkish red.
“I did gamble a little with the Academy’s chess team, but that was it, really. Where did you hear that?”
The Vulcan felt heat roam his face.
“It was... a source of great reliance, who wishes to remain anonymous.” No, Spock was not about to tell the Captain that he was desperate enough to continue their conversation to pull some of the advices his older counterpart had given him during one of their last conversations.
“Well, that’s ok, I guess,” Kirk said, a little unsure. “I guess that yeah, you could say I’m a decent player. Maybe.”
“Would you care for a game, then, Captain?”
Spock stared, refusing to admit he was nervous. The things between the Captain and himself were tense and professional at best, none of them had dared to reach out for the first steps of that infamous friendship that could change their lives.
That is, until that moment.
Jim stared back, shocked, before letting a smile curl his lips.
“I’d be honored, Mr. Spock.”
And that was how their routing started. How game after game conversation started. Secrets were shared. Trust was established beyond the boundaries of Captain and First Officer.
And now, to Spock, Jim had changed from and officer he greatly respected to a man he could gladly give his life for.
And as Jim ran happily around the gardens towards HQ, a smile on his face, being chased by an enraged Dr. McCoy brandishing an umbrella and screaming at the top of his lung capacity about irresponsible brats who would not take care of their own health, Spock felt he had found the place in the Universe he had always longer for.
---
Two hours later, after handing his report of the last few missions to Admiral Archer, Spock decided he might as well search out of the Captain to say his goodbyes and take the shuttle to the Vulcan Embassy. Maybe he could inquire about the Captain’s own plans during shore leave and, if Jim had nothing better to do, he would be more than glad to invite him along.
His older counterpart would be delighted to have Jim around, as he had stated quite enough times over the years, and his father, oddly enough, would receive them both quite pleased. The Ambassador would never admit it, of course, but Spock could easily see that his father had what his mother used to call a “soft spot” for his son’s commanding officer.
Yes, it would be quite an enjoyable experience to spend some leisure time by Jim’s side.
As he rounded the corner toward Admiral Pike’s office, the only place Jim could be at the time, of course, a small bundle of wet towels crashed into his leg.
Spock stared, confused, when a familiar pair of bright blue eyes stared at him in awe from a face far too young, too illogically similar.
“David, stop this unsightly behaviour at once,” snapped Admiral Pike’s assistant, Number One, both hands on her hips and a severe purse in her lips.
The boy, now identified as David, turned to look at the woman with a disappointed pout on his lips.
“I’m sorry, granny One,” he said, absently towelling his sunny blond curls with tiny hands.
Spock stood there, frozen.
It was impossible, of course, despite all evidence pointing to a logical conclusion his mind refused to admit. It was just a too ridiculous outcome. Jim had easily become his first and best friend. He had stood by his side even when T’Pring had rejected him, had saved him from the fires of Pon Farr endangering his own life. Had put himself in the line of fire in his place countless times. Had told him things about himself he was sure not even Dr. McCoy knew. Surely Jim would have mentioned something as important as this. Jim who claimed to cherish him and his friendship would not have kept this from him.
Suddenly, the door to Admiral Pike’s office burst open violently, banging on the wall with a loud crash. Jim stormed out, face showing clearly his distress, his eyes bloodshot and tears glistening disturbingly on his red cheeks.
“Daddy!” squealed young David, running towards the Captain. Jim turned to him, face softening instantly.
“Come here, you,” he said gently, gathering the boy in his arms as if he was a precious treasure. Most likely, to Jim, he was, or so Spock thought.
“You ok, Daddy?” David asked, whipping the tear tracks from Jim’s face with childishly clumsy hands. Jim forced a smile on his lips and tightened his embrace.
“I’m fine, Dave,” he said. “Let’s go, ok? I think it’s time you meet the rest of the family.”
David cheered happily, wrapping chubby arms around his father’s neck.
“Captain Kirk,” Number One said softly, only to receive the coldest, most hateful glare Spock had seen Jim capable of.
“Good Bye, madam,” he said quickly, turning around and stalking away. Not even bothering to acknowledge Admiral Pike’s voice calling him back into the office nor Spock himself.
The Vulcan could no longer deny the painful beating of his heart against his side, nor the way his hands trembled with the effort to suppress his overpowering emotions.
Admiral Pike wheeled himself out of his office, eyes full of sorrow.
“Admiral?” Number One asked, immediately kneeling by his side.
Pike sighed, hands cradling his face.
“He’s resigning from his post,” he said. “He’s leaving Star Fleet.”
It was then and there that Spock felt his heart stop.
To be Continued.