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Title: The Twins
Rating: PG/ PG-13
Warnings: genocide mention
Pairing: gen, Kirk/Spock friendship
Summary: Jacob Marcus Kirk, when he hears about his brother James Tiberius Kirk saving the remaining Vulcans, Earth, and the Federation as they know it, he was overcome
A/N: It was difficult to decide what to name the twin. But I have two younger brothers, one is actually named James. So, I named the twin after my youngest brother, Jacob. :D
Prompt:
Jacob Marcus Kirk, when he hears about his brother James Tiberius Kirk saving the remaining Vulcans, Earth, and the Federation as they know it, he was overcome. It was unexpected to say the least. He had been in the Laurentian system with a majority of the fleet who had heard the distress call and would not be there for hours. He was a lieutenant in engineering and working his way up like his mother, Jim and he had always been inclined towards machines and it was no surprise that Winona Kirk’s son was being fast tracked through Engineering and would make his way up through the ranks to be Chief Engineer someday.
Messages were in his console, he barely looked at them since they were from major media stations asking about his brother, how it had been growing up with the man that had saved the galaxy from a madman. His own crewmembers were asking him about his brother. He was getting frustrated with them asking, he was a Kirk too! One of George Kirk’s sons, c’mon, that had to mean something didn’t it?
He didn’t even know when Jimmy had joined Starfleet, as far as he knew his brother was stuck in bumfuck Iowa drinking every night and spending most of his nights in someone’s bed or in the local jail. He and Sam often reminded Jimmy that he was awfully close to becoming something like Frank since he was picking up these habits. Those conversations never ended well, more often than not someone left bloody and screaming. And now it’s becoming worse because his ship the U.S.S. Clinton was meeting up with the flagship, his brother’s ship.
“You gonna see your brother when we meet up?” asked Parsons, another engineering lieutenant and one of his closest friends on the ship.
“I might,” he didn’t want to seem overly hostile. They hadn’t the best relationship even though for god sakes they were twins. He had pushed Jim over the edge and he was guilty for that fact.
It was just too tempting, taking Frank’s car, he didn’t even know what he was doing at the time he just knew that he had to get away from the house, from Frank’s antics before he beat on him again. Sam was their protective older brother and tried to take most of the blame on himself, but it wasn’t enough. Jim had personality for both of them and it sucked being twins because most of the time Frank couldn’t tell them apart. That led to many punishments he hadn’t deserved and he often resented Jim for bringing that down on him. He had drove that car off the cliff and heard it crash at the bottom. He hadn’t been thinking when the Robocop asked his name a shouted, “James Tiberius Kirk!”
Their mother had looked so sad when she sent James off to live on Tarsus IV with her sister and their cousins, but she had no idea about what to do with him. Jimmy hadn’t said a word and took the punishment accordingly, when he asked his brother why, Jimmy had just responded, “because we’re brothers.”
A year later, Jim was back home, pale and silent and not back to his usual tricks. It was eerie for all of them, such a bright vibrant child with the life sucked out of him. He wouldn’t eat anymore and it was always a struggle to get him to, not to mention the allergies that Jim was always prone to. Out of the both of them, Jim was the youngest of them all and he was underdeveloped when he was born. Jacob had been born strong, but Jimmy was always a sickly child, being allergic to more things than they could keep in their head. There was a list hanging on the fridge of Jim’s allergies and Sam often carried around an extra epi pen and insisted Jim carry one of his own. He wasn’t sorry for his brother. He liked ice cream and enjoyed watching his brother watch him eat it.
But Jimmy had eventually come around, to him of all people. His twin, the reflection of himself. In the dead of night in their shared room Jim told him of the horrors of Tarsus, how he had been picked as Kodos’ protégé for the mass killings and how he had led children to the outskirts to survive on their own until the ships came. He was horrified at the descriptions, but he was fourteen, he didn’t know how to handle Jimmy’s pain, he wasn’t trained for it, he didn’t ask for it. He told his mother and then the attention shifted to Jim, all the time. But the attention was always on Jim after that. No wonder Sam had gone off as soon as he could. And he had joined up in Starfleet as soon as he was able, leaving his brother and the nightmares behind.
~*~
They would never look alike, Jim and Jake, they were too different Spock noted as he saw the Captain waiting for his brother to beam aboard. His Captain was apprehensive and he supposed he could relate, his own brother Sybok and he did not have the closest relationship either and they may never have that chance. Jacob Marcus Kirk materialized and Spock took in their differences, Jacob was more built than his brother’s slighter form, slightly taller as well. There was a heaviness around his middle that Jim did not have and he wondered the reason for it since he knew that Starfleet had many regulations about their officers remaining in peak form.
“Jake!” Jim smiled, “Good to see you!”
Jake looked uncomfortable and returned a tight smile. They shook hands, Jim clapping his twin on the shoulder. “How have you been?”
“Just fine. The Clinton has been all right. I like being in Engineering. Keeps me busy.”
“I’ll be sure to introduce you to our Chief Engineer, a Mr. Scott, I’m sure you’ve heard of him.”
“That be… great, Jimmy,” was the reply.
“Good!”
The whole situation seemed a bit forced and Spock endeavored to see what the relationship was really like between these two brothers, why they seemed so awkward together. There were a few pictures taken by the crew, Jim in his command gold and his brother in engineer red. So, they headed the most logical place for Jim to play a prank. On Bones in Sickbay.
“Oh, God!” came the cry. “There’s two of them!”
It seemed less strained by then. Before the evening meal, Jim had invited his brother and Spock to his room to chat before they got back together in front of the crew. Jim had a priority call come through and had to leave to take care of it. Jake was uncomfortable being alone in the room with Spock with a nervous demeanor and constantly shifting.
“It has been brought to my attention that you are most discomfited with my presence and that of your brother.”
“Well, a bit. He’s the Federation hero, huh?”
“Indeed.”
Jake shifted nervously on the couch and stood up, beginning to pace, it was surreal how similar the actions were to Jim’s. The swing of the arms, the placement of the steps. “How long have you known Jim?”
“Since we began our mission six months ago.”
“Ah,” Jake nodded. “Would you say you guys are friends?”
“The Captain has often used that term, yes.”
“Good,” Jake nodded. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Spock raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response.
“We didn’t have the best relationship growing up. It’s strained, to say the least,” Jake ran a hand through his hair before adjusting his shirt over a growing ponch of belly.
“Indeed?” Spock’s curiosity was piqued.
“Did he tell you why?”
“He has not.”
“He’s forgiven me so much. But I haven’t forgiven him for anything. Or myself,” Jake stopped. “I sent him to Hell and I was the only one he told, he couldn’t tell anyone but me. Even though I was horrible to him, he still trusted me because I was his brother. I put him through so much thinking he deserved it.”
Spock sat silently, listening to this man that was a reflection of a man he respected.
“I heard about your recent mission, to Geneva where there was an ongoing of genocide?” Jake looked to Spock to confirm and Spock nodded.
“I’ve been waiting for a call ever since. Well, I’ve always been waiting for a call, just this seemed to bring the whole thing back.”
“I must inform you I have no insight to your particular topic.”
Jake laughed grimly, rubbing a hand over his face and came to a dead halt. “When I was a kid, we never knew what to do with Jim, one day it got so bad that Mom said she had to try something different, so she sent him off-planet. To Tarsus.”
Spock would never admit the quick intake of breath.
“It was my fault he was sent there, I just hated him so much,” Jake was near tears. “And when he came back he was so *thin.* And you know what the stickler was? He told me. He *told* me about it when he needed someone to listen and I abandoned him, just like Sam and our mom. When he needed us most. I suspect he really didn’t fully come back from Tarsus. There’s some piece of James T. Kirk on that bloody rock and we’re never going to see that again.”
It was silent and Jake spoke up again. “I gotta go, ok? Just… make sure he eats right, yeah? The doctors said he’d never be able to accumulate a lot of fat, consequences of starvation and all that. Just look after him for us? I couldn’t,” Jake began. “I can’t.”
And that was the last he ever saw of Jim’s twin brother, heard from him through Jim of course through correspondence from afar. The Clinton was leaving after the shared dinner and Jim didn’t get to see his brother off. His face was blank and Spock knew that Jim had been abandoned once again though he didn’t show it. He found Spock lurking around and invited him for a game of chess and Spock let it be known that he wouldn’t leave James Kirk’s side willingly. It wasn’t much. But it was a start.
Title: Green Blooded Monsters Are Real
Rating: PG-13/R
Warnings: Slash, mentions of sex
Paring: Kirk/Sybok, Spock/Uhura, Kirk/Spock
Summary: Sybok and his disciples board the Enterprise traveling to New Vulcan. Along the way sparks fly.
A/N: Couldn't help myself on this one...
Prompt:
It was around the eyes that they were different, Jim mused, and Sybok really didn’t shave as well as his brother. A little more scruff around the edges and less worried about his physical appearance. Jim approved silently, around Sybok’s eyes were laugh lines and there was a freeness around his mouth that people prone to smiling have. What was the most interesting was the intensity of the Vulcan genes. Spock and Sybok definitely looked like brothers. Maybe the beauty of the sons of Surak came from the old guy himself, Jim mused.
Go Surak.
“It is good to see you, my brother,” Sybok greeted Spock, reaching out to grasp his brother’s shoulder, surprisingly Spock allowed it. Must be a family thing.
Jim stepped forward to introduce himself, “Hello, I’m Jim Kirk, the Captain of the Enterprise.”
“Ah, Captain Kirk,” Sybok gave a small smile at him. “If it would not offend you, may I address you as Jim?”
Jim stood stunned a moment before a blinding grin overtook his face. “That would be great, how about I see you getting settled in. We have a long journey.”
Jim escorted Sybok to where he would be staying on the ship. More Vulcans would be beaming up after him. Even though they were not under Surakian reform, they still were brothers and sisters and there would be two hundred more of them to add to the surviving population. They held one special key that the other repressed Vulcans were willing to overlook, even for a short time: blood. Their genes would add to the pool of now dead lines.
Spock had briefed him on the situation, bringing up his half-brother Sybok. Jim, of course, required an explanation. Spock had explained that Sybok was his elder half-brother when his father had an affair with a Vulcan princess. It sunk in just how important Spock’s family was to Vulcan, practically like royalty. He told Jim of Sybok’s defection of the Surakian way and went to found a colony that balanced logic with emotion. Well, if that meant he could see smiling Vulcans, that was pretty kick ass.
He mused to himself then over the chessboard how he ever thought he might have a chance with Spock. When Uhura and Spock were taking a break from their relationship, Jim decided to make a go and let Spock know of his feelings. He had proposed his suit over a game of chess, though he knew Spock would show little to no emotion, he knew the other man was wary of entering his quarters alone. But Jim had made it clear that Spock had said no, and he wasn’t about to go chasing after that when it was clearly unwanted.
They had just gotten over that awkward period in their friendship and Jim was determined not to make it worse, especially since Spock and Uhura had resumed their relationship. So, they were destined to have this epic friendship then, but in no way was it going to be like what was hinted in the meld with the other Spock. Jim resolved to deal with the ache in his chest like a man. Alone and in his quarters where no one could see it. He might invite his good friend bourbon or vodka to his pity party, it wouldn’t last long, but it would need to happen sometime soon. Jim never brought up the subject to Spock again and he resolved to keep his feelings on the down-low. Spock didn’t want them, so he would no longer share them. A defensive mechanism Jim had learned as a child and still worked today.
It would take a week to get the Nimbus III inhabitants to the new Vulcan colony. Jim found he more than enjoyed spending time with Sybok. In turn, the Vulcan was intrigued by Jim’s mind and touched him familiarly on the shoulder, getting a reading of his thoughts and emotions.
“My brother is a fool,” Sybok commented on the third night over dinner in Jim’s quarters.
“Sorry?” Jim spluttered into his drink.
“You have feelings for him, strong feelings that run very deep.” It wasn’t a question.
“It’s not like it would go anywhere. He’s not interested,” Jim responded, searching his brain for a fast way to change the topic.
“He believes he is acting the most logical way,” Sybok continued, unknowing or uncaring of Jim’s discomfort. “He feels much the same way though he will not come to terms with it. He does not see the reason the universe would want to place two such bright sparks together. But if he will not take advantage of his good fortune, I would be most honored if you would let me.”
He couldn’t speak, staring into black Vulcan eyes that were alight with intelligence and a playfulness he had been craving. So, he did the only thing he could, he reached forward and placed his hand in Sybok’s upturned palm.
Spock could not describe the emotion roiling through him and could not describe the way he felt when Jim’s bright smile was not directed at him, but to his brother. He endeavored to keep tight control of this emotion and press it deep. He nearly shuddered at the impropriety his brother used to assume a role so familiar as calling the Captain by his first name. The Captain had often insisted that Spock should call him ‘Jim’, but thought it too forward and informal with a ranking officer.
He made his way to the captain’s quarters, to which his own was adjoined by bathroom facilities. He stopped short at the sight which greeted him. James Kirk, kissing his brother goodnight. Jim must be unaware of the sensitivity of Vulcan hands. Hands that were wrapped in both of Jim’s, which briefly stroked the back of those hands with his thumbs.
They broke off and Jim caught sight of him.
“Spock! Hey,” and there was a slight smile. It didn’t look ashamed or guilty, but why would it have to be? “Are you done for tonight?”
“I have completed my duties for the day,” was Spock’s reply.
Sybok and Jim shared a meaningful glance that Spock was unsure how to interpret.
“I will retire, Jim,” Sybok said.
“Oh! Did you want me to walk with you to your quarters?”
“That will be unnecessary, Jim. I will find my way back,” Sybok began to walk down the hall.
“G’night, Sybok!” Jim smiled and called after him with a wave.
“Good night, Jim,” and waved back from down the corridor.
“Hey, Spock,” Jim greeted him anew, as if just noticing him again. “What’s up?”
“I fail to see the correct response for this question since we are in space and there is no correct definition of up,” was Spock’s reply.
“What was your purpose for coming, Commander?” Jim’s entire demeanor cooled. He reverted to being polite and civil, Spock recognized it from diplomatic parties when Jim was rapidly losing his temper but did not let anything show on his face.
“I wished to know if you would like to engage in a game of chess,” Spock replied, unsure of how to proceed. Jim had never been so cold with him before.
“Sure, Spock, let’s play,” and Jim moved inside his quarters beckoning Spock to follow. Spock nearly hesitated when he saw the chess board already out. It looked as though Sybok and Jim and finished playing. Pieces were on the floor, seemingly knocked from the table. Jim began setting the board back up.
“Sybok plays a mean game of chess,” he remarked oddly and with a small smile as if remembering something pleasant.
~*~*~
On the fifth night, Jim did not protest as Sybok tightened his grip on his hand and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Jim’s breathing sped up, excited and ready. What pleased him most is that someone wanted to be with him, wanted him. He had been so lonely with the isolation of captaincy and it had left him with few to speak with without the big CAPTAIN sign hanging over his head. Bones was great, but he was his best friend and he saw him more as a brother than anything, nothing sexual. He could talk to Scotty, but the man loved the Enterprise more than anything and they were similar, good friends, but not enough for a relationship.
Then there was Spock who he was beginning to trust with everything, spirit and soul. They had saved each other’s lives a few times already, and Jim knew it wasn’t going to be the last. If he had gotten to the true feelings, he would admit that he was heartbroken, just a little, but respected Spock’s decision. But he didn’t agree that you could rule matters of the heart with your head. Spock was the one who inspired him to be a better man than he was. It wasn’t fair, but Jim was used to unfair and had rolled with the punches. Hell, who’d want a fuck up like him, anyway? He shouldn’t have expected anything less.
But this! This bright mind wanted him. Him! How could he refuse? Loneliness and heartbreak had been the reasons, but something good might come of it. He hoped. It was all he had. But then again, if Jim Kirk was to hope or to love the universe had to come in and shit on it.
~*~
His relationship with Uhura was measured and logical, certain results could be expected, like an empirical formula. It was a steady, stable situation that he should be content with and with someone who appreciated the logic of the universe. He had never met someone so tumulus and contradictory in words and actions, yet still remain a constant. He could rely on Jim to be illogical and react contrary to expectations.
When Uhura and he took a break from their relationship to evaluate their relationship and themselves, Jim had come forward and expressed his feelings. He felt Spcok was a vital part of his life and they were better together than apart. He was challenge everyday together and between them life would never be dull. He didn’t know how to react to Jim’s suit, not really. He did not know how to process this and he was with Uhura still, despite their break so he had said no, he did not feel the same. But he was curious as to what would have happened if he had said yes. But still, Jim treated him no differently, talked to him just as he would a close friend. He had backed off on the touching, a fact which Spock was grateful. But now that they had visitors, Jim hadn’t touched him once even in the most friendly of human contact. He found he oddly missed it.
Observing his captain and his brother, Spock cannot explain the burning feeling in his gut when he sees Jim lean in close to Sybok to whisper some secret between them. Both Sybok and Jim would laugh. He felt oddly left out and displaced from the inner circle of Jim’s thoughts, he was not the one privy to Jim’s innermost thoughts, the ones he shared with no one else. He was being replaced.
He walked through the fresher to the Captain’s quarters to confront his friend, apologize, and try to regain some of their lost intimacy as friends. Jim had often encouraged him to use this route, a secret passageway he had called it. Spock found the relation illogical. He heard a loud groan through the door and he opened it, it was unlocked. What he saw stopped him in his tracks, trying to process what he was seeing before him. He had caught his brother and Jim in a precarious position. Thankfully, they were still clothed.
“Captain,” Spock eked out.
Sybok removed himself off Jim’s body, but remained on the bed, sitting next to Jim.
“What is it, Spock?” Jim was embarrassed being caught macking with his first officer’s brother. Awkward.
Spock turned his attention to his brother. “Your behavior is most unbecoming, Sybok.”
Sybok lifted a brow, it definitely was a family trait, “And why does that matter, Spock?”
“He is my friend,” Spock returned.
“Vulcans don’t have friends,” Sybok returned, not unkindly. “You have made your choice quite clear Spock, it is not like you have any say in the matter. You should not care.”
“Concern is an emotion,” Spock returned on the defensive, clearly the wrong thing to say since Jim deflated.
“Get out, Spock,” Jim gritted his teeth. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Spock didn’t move.
“Go!”
And he left.
~*~*~
When Spock showed up at her door, Uhura knew exactly what was going on. And here it was in the form of a troubled Vulcan. “Come on in, Spock. I knew one day this would be coming.”
“That what would be coming?”
“Your feelings for Kirk,” she smiled ruefully. “I could see it, the whole ship could see it. I’m surprised that you two weren’t together earlier actually. I thought you might actually take Kirk up on his offer.”
“Explain.”
“We just want more from each other that we can’t give. The spark just died out, we go on, bruised, but a little more wiser. But I did have real feelings for you. I love you, Spock, just not the way we need each other to,” she explained. “We were good friends first, we will be again. Just be prepared for me to be a little illogical for awhile. It’ll pass.”
“I thank you, Nyota.”
“Good night, Spock,” Uhura said, kissing his cheek gently in parting. “And good luck. If you need anything, I’ll be here.”
“Good night, Nyota.”
And there it was, her profession was the perfect fit for her, being able to find the phrases to clarify the situation that he did not know how to translate.
~*~*~
Jim was a little mortified, being in the room with Sybok now, angry and dissatisfied. Smiling sadly Sybok was waiting for him to say something. “Where were we?”
Sybok just shook his head. “I should go.”
Jim looked at him with resignation. “You’re probably right.” And he leaned over to kiss Sybok soundly, just one last time. “It’s been fun.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “We’ll be arriving tomorrow to the colony and I’d like to make you an offer to stay with us, as long as you like.”
Jim opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by Sybok raising his hand. “You do not have to decide now, you may come in weeks or years, but my offer will remain. So I shall say live long and prosper, Jim, my friend.”
He left and Jim was content, for now. He knew it would have to end sooner or later. The offer was nice, he always loved to have a plan B if things didn’t work out with Starfleet. He had another ally on his side and at least he wouldn’t have to return to Earth. Odd, he seemed to be collecting Vulcans, another unexpected talent. One he was quite content with actually.
~*~
“May I speak with you privately, Captain?” Spock approached him at breakfast.
“Sure, Spock,” Jim smiled ruefully and mentally prepared himself for the conversation. “Let’s go to my quarters and discuss this. I’m sure we don’t need idle ears listening in.”
“I wish to speak with you about your relationship with Sybok,” Spock began once they were in Jim’s quarters, in his office area.
“That’s not fair, Spock,” Jim was beginning to feel his ire rise. “It’s not fair to expect me to move on when you already made it clear you chose Uhura. You can’t expect me to wait around. You made it apparent in no uncertain terms just how illogical and ridiculous at the prospect our pairing would be.”
Spock looked uncertain and unsure of what to say. “If you will allow me to continue?”
“Sure,” Jim gestured with a flap of hand meaning go on.
“I have reevaluated your suit and it is not illogical, and I have spoken with Uhura and have come to a mutual dissolution of our relationship.”
Jim looked at him incredulously. “So, I’m supposed to come at your beck and call then? When you and Uhura go for a break in your relationship, I’m supposed to be there. Screw that.” And Jim made to leave.
Spock caught him by the arm. “Please, Jim.”
Jim looked down at his arm where Spock’s long fingered hand was holding him firmly, not harshly. He settled down.
“She was waiting for me to realize that I might have feelings for another. You, Jim,” Spock looked at him in the eyes. “I would be most obliged if I could take you up on your offer, if it is not too late.”
Jim’s bright eyes searched his face, for he didn’t know what.
“I don’t know if I could take that again, Spock,” Jim admitted softly. “You really knew how to cut me off at the knees.”
Spock knew this physical sinking feeling and pushed it back down.
“But James T. Kirk doesn’t give up so easily,” Jim smiled softly. Jim moved a hand over Spock’s and Spock gave a quick inhale at the connection it garnered. “We’ll try it.”
Spock’s mouth gave the slightest upturned twitch and Jim gave him a bright smile.
~*~
“Well, little brother,” Sybok smiled at him in the transporter room, the last to beam down to the Vulcan colony. “It has been a most interesting experience aboard the Enterprise, not one I’ll be repeating in the future, but I digress.”
Sybok looked at his younger brother thoughtfully. “I wish we could be parting under better terms, but hear my advice. Do not wait too long to tell him of your innermost thoughts, Spock. Jim is a bright spark in the dark of space, you are his equal and complement in the universe. You have the opportunity, do not waste it.”
“I shall endeavor to meditate on your words.”
“Good,” Sybok returned. “I should also let you know that Jim will always have a place with us, if he does not find happiness with you.”
Spock felt primal fury rise up.
“Peace, brother,” Sybok said. “I would not take him from you. But I shall say good-bye, Spock. May we meet again.”
“Live long and prosper,” Spock said raising his hand in the ta’al.
“Peace and long life,” Sybok returned, raising his hand in the same fashion and dematerialized in a swirl of white.
~*~*~
“You get to say goodbye to Sybok?” Jim asked that night over chess.
“I did,” he answered.
“Good,” Jim smiled. “I liked him a lot.”
“Why is that?”
“Must be the family resemblance. Mostly because he reminded me of you,” Jim admitted, inching his hand toward Spock’s.
Spock’s mouth gave an upward twitch and met Jim’s own fingers, liking the pleasant buzz that went up his arm. “I see.”
“I dunno, must be a thing.”
“Vulcan?” Spock asked teasing.
“Naw,” Jim grinned. “Must be a Spock thing.”
Title: The Twins
Rating: PG/ PG-13
Warnings: genocide mention
Pairing: gen, Kirk/Spock friendship
Summary: Jacob Marcus Kirk, when he hears about his brother James Tiberius Kirk saving the remaining Vulcans, Earth, and the Federation as they know it, he was overcome
A/N: It was difficult to decide what to name the twin. But I have two younger brothers, one is actually named James. So, I named the twin after my youngest brother, Jacob. :D
Prompt:
Jacob Marcus Kirk, when he hears about his brother James Tiberius Kirk saving the remaining Vulcans, Earth, and the Federation as they know it, he was overcome. It was unexpected to say the least. He had been in the Laurentian system with a majority of the fleet who had heard the distress call and would not be there for hours. He was a lieutenant in engineering and working his way up like his mother, Jim and he had always been inclined towards machines and it was no surprise that Winona Kirk’s son was being fast tracked through Engineering and would make his way up through the ranks to be Chief Engineer someday.
Messages were in his console, he barely looked at them since they were from major media stations asking about his brother, how it had been growing up with the man that had saved the galaxy from a madman. His own crewmembers were asking him about his brother. He was getting frustrated with them asking, he was a Kirk too! One of George Kirk’s sons, c’mon, that had to mean something didn’t it?
He didn’t even know when Jimmy had joined Starfleet, as far as he knew his brother was stuck in bumfuck Iowa drinking every night and spending most of his nights in someone’s bed or in the local jail. He and Sam often reminded Jimmy that he was awfully close to becoming something like Frank since he was picking up these habits. Those conversations never ended well, more often than not someone left bloody and screaming. And now it’s becoming worse because his ship the U.S.S. Clinton was meeting up with the flagship, his brother’s ship.
“You gonna see your brother when we meet up?” asked Parsons, another engineering lieutenant and one of his closest friends on the ship.
“I might,” he didn’t want to seem overly hostile. They hadn’t the best relationship even though for god sakes they were twins. He had pushed Jim over the edge and he was guilty for that fact.
It was just too tempting, taking Frank’s car, he didn’t even know what he was doing at the time he just knew that he had to get away from the house, from Frank’s antics before he beat on him again. Sam was their protective older brother and tried to take most of the blame on himself, but it wasn’t enough. Jim had personality for both of them and it sucked being twins because most of the time Frank couldn’t tell them apart. That led to many punishments he hadn’t deserved and he often resented Jim for bringing that down on him. He had drove that car off the cliff and heard it crash at the bottom. He hadn’t been thinking when the Robocop asked his name a shouted, “James Tiberius Kirk!”
Their mother had looked so sad when she sent James off to live on Tarsus IV with her sister and their cousins, but she had no idea about what to do with him. Jimmy hadn’t said a word and took the punishment accordingly, when he asked his brother why, Jimmy had just responded, “because we’re brothers.”
A year later, Jim was back home, pale and silent and not back to his usual tricks. It was eerie for all of them, such a bright vibrant child with the life sucked out of him. He wouldn’t eat anymore and it was always a struggle to get him to, not to mention the allergies that Jim was always prone to. Out of the both of them, Jim was the youngest of them all and he was underdeveloped when he was born. Jacob had been born strong, but Jimmy was always a sickly child, being allergic to more things than they could keep in their head. There was a list hanging on the fridge of Jim’s allergies and Sam often carried around an extra epi pen and insisted Jim carry one of his own. He wasn’t sorry for his brother. He liked ice cream and enjoyed watching his brother watch him eat it.
But Jimmy had eventually come around, to him of all people. His twin, the reflection of himself. In the dead of night in their shared room Jim told him of the horrors of Tarsus, how he had been picked as Kodos’ protégé for the mass killings and how he had led children to the outskirts to survive on their own until the ships came. He was horrified at the descriptions, but he was fourteen, he didn’t know how to handle Jimmy’s pain, he wasn’t trained for it, he didn’t ask for it. He told his mother and then the attention shifted to Jim, all the time. But the attention was always on Jim after that. No wonder Sam had gone off as soon as he could. And he had joined up in Starfleet as soon as he was able, leaving his brother and the nightmares behind.
~*~
They would never look alike, Jim and Jake, they were too different Spock noted as he saw the Captain waiting for his brother to beam aboard. His Captain was apprehensive and he supposed he could relate, his own brother Sybok and he did not have the closest relationship either and they may never have that chance. Jacob Marcus Kirk materialized and Spock took in their differences, Jacob was more built than his brother’s slighter form, slightly taller as well. There was a heaviness around his middle that Jim did not have and he wondered the reason for it since he knew that Starfleet had many regulations about their officers remaining in peak form.
“Jake!” Jim smiled, “Good to see you!”
Jake looked uncomfortable and returned a tight smile. They shook hands, Jim clapping his twin on the shoulder. “How have you been?”
“Just fine. The Clinton has been all right. I like being in Engineering. Keeps me busy.”
“I’ll be sure to introduce you to our Chief Engineer, a Mr. Scott, I’m sure you’ve heard of him.”
“That be… great, Jimmy,” was the reply.
“Good!”
The whole situation seemed a bit forced and Spock endeavored to see what the relationship was really like between these two brothers, why they seemed so awkward together. There were a few pictures taken by the crew, Jim in his command gold and his brother in engineer red. So, they headed the most logical place for Jim to play a prank. On Bones in Sickbay.
“Oh, God!” came the cry. “There’s two of them!”
It seemed less strained by then. Before the evening meal, Jim had invited his brother and Spock to his room to chat before they got back together in front of the crew. Jim had a priority call come through and had to leave to take care of it. Jake was uncomfortable being alone in the room with Spock with a nervous demeanor and constantly shifting.
“It has been brought to my attention that you are most discomfited with my presence and that of your brother.”
“Well, a bit. He’s the Federation hero, huh?”
“Indeed.”
Jake shifted nervously on the couch and stood up, beginning to pace, it was surreal how similar the actions were to Jim’s. The swing of the arms, the placement of the steps. “How long have you known Jim?”
“Since we began our mission six months ago.”
“Ah,” Jake nodded. “Would you say you guys are friends?”
“The Captain has often used that term, yes.”
“Good,” Jake nodded. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Spock raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response.
“We didn’t have the best relationship growing up. It’s strained, to say the least,” Jake ran a hand through his hair before adjusting his shirt over a growing ponch of belly.
“Indeed?” Spock’s curiosity was piqued.
“Did he tell you why?”
“He has not.”
“He’s forgiven me so much. But I haven’t forgiven him for anything. Or myself,” Jake stopped. “I sent him to Hell and I was the only one he told, he couldn’t tell anyone but me. Even though I was horrible to him, he still trusted me because I was his brother. I put him through so much thinking he deserved it.”
Spock sat silently, listening to this man that was a reflection of a man he respected.
“I heard about your recent mission, to Geneva where there was an ongoing of genocide?” Jake looked to Spock to confirm and Spock nodded.
“I’ve been waiting for a call ever since. Well, I’ve always been waiting for a call, just this seemed to bring the whole thing back.”
“I must inform you I have no insight to your particular topic.”
Jake laughed grimly, rubbing a hand over his face and came to a dead halt. “When I was a kid, we never knew what to do with Jim, one day it got so bad that Mom said she had to try something different, so she sent him off-planet. To Tarsus.”
Spock would never admit the quick intake of breath.
“It was my fault he was sent there, I just hated him so much,” Jake was near tears. “And when he came back he was so *thin.* And you know what the stickler was? He told me. He *told* me about it when he needed someone to listen and I abandoned him, just like Sam and our mom. When he needed us most. I suspect he really didn’t fully come back from Tarsus. There’s some piece of James T. Kirk on that bloody rock and we’re never going to see that again.”
It was silent and Jake spoke up again. “I gotta go, ok? Just… make sure he eats right, yeah? The doctors said he’d never be able to accumulate a lot of fat, consequences of starvation and all that. Just look after him for us? I couldn’t,” Jake began. “I can’t.”
And that was the last he ever saw of Jim’s twin brother, heard from him through Jim of course through correspondence from afar. The Clinton was leaving after the shared dinner and Jim didn’t get to see his brother off. His face was blank and Spock knew that Jim had been abandoned once again though he didn’t show it. He found Spock lurking around and invited him for a game of chess and Spock let it be known that he wouldn’t leave James Kirk’s side willingly. It wasn’t much. But it was a start.
Title: Green Blooded Monsters Are Real
Rating: PG-13/R
Warnings: Slash, mentions of sex
Paring: Kirk/Sybok, Spock/Uhura, Kirk/Spock
Summary: Sybok and his disciples board the Enterprise traveling to New Vulcan. Along the way sparks fly.
A/N: Couldn't help myself on this one...
Prompt:
It was around the eyes that they were different, Jim mused, and Sybok really didn’t shave as well as his brother. A little more scruff around the edges and less worried about his physical appearance. Jim approved silently, around Sybok’s eyes were laugh lines and there was a freeness around his mouth that people prone to smiling have. What was the most interesting was the intensity of the Vulcan genes. Spock and Sybok definitely looked like brothers. Maybe the beauty of the sons of Surak came from the old guy himself, Jim mused.
Go Surak.
“It is good to see you, my brother,” Sybok greeted Spock, reaching out to grasp his brother’s shoulder, surprisingly Spock allowed it. Must be a family thing.
Jim stepped forward to introduce himself, “Hello, I’m Jim Kirk, the Captain of the Enterprise.”
“Ah, Captain Kirk,” Sybok gave a small smile at him. “If it would not offend you, may I address you as Jim?”
Jim stood stunned a moment before a blinding grin overtook his face. “That would be great, how about I see you getting settled in. We have a long journey.”
Jim escorted Sybok to where he would be staying on the ship. More Vulcans would be beaming up after him. Even though they were not under Surakian reform, they still were brothers and sisters and there would be two hundred more of them to add to the surviving population. They held one special key that the other repressed Vulcans were willing to overlook, even for a short time: blood. Their genes would add to the pool of now dead lines.
Spock had briefed him on the situation, bringing up his half-brother Sybok. Jim, of course, required an explanation. Spock had explained that Sybok was his elder half-brother when his father had an affair with a Vulcan princess. It sunk in just how important Spock’s family was to Vulcan, practically like royalty. He told Jim of Sybok’s defection of the Surakian way and went to found a colony that balanced logic with emotion. Well, if that meant he could see smiling Vulcans, that was pretty kick ass.
He mused to himself then over the chessboard how he ever thought he might have a chance with Spock. When Uhura and Spock were taking a break from their relationship, Jim decided to make a go and let Spock know of his feelings. He had proposed his suit over a game of chess, though he knew Spock would show little to no emotion, he knew the other man was wary of entering his quarters alone. But Jim had made it clear that Spock had said no, and he wasn’t about to go chasing after that when it was clearly unwanted.
They had just gotten over that awkward period in their friendship and Jim was determined not to make it worse, especially since Spock and Uhura had resumed their relationship. So, they were destined to have this epic friendship then, but in no way was it going to be like what was hinted in the meld with the other Spock. Jim resolved to deal with the ache in his chest like a man. Alone and in his quarters where no one could see it. He might invite his good friend bourbon or vodka to his pity party, it wouldn’t last long, but it would need to happen sometime soon. Jim never brought up the subject to Spock again and he resolved to keep his feelings on the down-low. Spock didn’t want them, so he would no longer share them. A defensive mechanism Jim had learned as a child and still worked today.
It would take a week to get the Nimbus III inhabitants to the new Vulcan colony. Jim found he more than enjoyed spending time with Sybok. In turn, the Vulcan was intrigued by Jim’s mind and touched him familiarly on the shoulder, getting a reading of his thoughts and emotions.
“My brother is a fool,” Sybok commented on the third night over dinner in Jim’s quarters.
“Sorry?” Jim spluttered into his drink.
“You have feelings for him, strong feelings that run very deep.” It wasn’t a question.
“It’s not like it would go anywhere. He’s not interested,” Jim responded, searching his brain for a fast way to change the topic.
“He believes he is acting the most logical way,” Sybok continued, unknowing or uncaring of Jim’s discomfort. “He feels much the same way though he will not come to terms with it. He does not see the reason the universe would want to place two such bright sparks together. But if he will not take advantage of his good fortune, I would be most honored if you would let me.”
He couldn’t speak, staring into black Vulcan eyes that were alight with intelligence and a playfulness he had been craving. So, he did the only thing he could, he reached forward and placed his hand in Sybok’s upturned palm.
Spock could not describe the emotion roiling through him and could not describe the way he felt when Jim’s bright smile was not directed at him, but to his brother. He endeavored to keep tight control of this emotion and press it deep. He nearly shuddered at the impropriety his brother used to assume a role so familiar as calling the Captain by his first name. The Captain had often insisted that Spock should call him ‘Jim’, but thought it too forward and informal with a ranking officer.
He made his way to the captain’s quarters, to which his own was adjoined by bathroom facilities. He stopped short at the sight which greeted him. James Kirk, kissing his brother goodnight. Jim must be unaware of the sensitivity of Vulcan hands. Hands that were wrapped in both of Jim’s, which briefly stroked the back of those hands with his thumbs.
They broke off and Jim caught sight of him.
“Spock! Hey,” and there was a slight smile. It didn’t look ashamed or guilty, but why would it have to be? “Are you done for tonight?”
“I have completed my duties for the day,” was Spock’s reply.
Sybok and Jim shared a meaningful glance that Spock was unsure how to interpret.
“I will retire, Jim,” Sybok said.
“Oh! Did you want me to walk with you to your quarters?”
“That will be unnecessary, Jim. I will find my way back,” Sybok began to walk down the hall.
“G’night, Sybok!” Jim smiled and called after him with a wave.
“Good night, Jim,” and waved back from down the corridor.
“Hey, Spock,” Jim greeted him anew, as if just noticing him again. “What’s up?”
“I fail to see the correct response for this question since we are in space and there is no correct definition of up,” was Spock’s reply.
“What was your purpose for coming, Commander?” Jim’s entire demeanor cooled. He reverted to being polite and civil, Spock recognized it from diplomatic parties when Jim was rapidly losing his temper but did not let anything show on his face.
“I wished to know if you would like to engage in a game of chess,” Spock replied, unsure of how to proceed. Jim had never been so cold with him before.
“Sure, Spock, let’s play,” and Jim moved inside his quarters beckoning Spock to follow. Spock nearly hesitated when he saw the chess board already out. It looked as though Sybok and Jim and finished playing. Pieces were on the floor, seemingly knocked from the table. Jim began setting the board back up.
“Sybok plays a mean game of chess,” he remarked oddly and with a small smile as if remembering something pleasant.
~*~*~
On the fifth night, Jim did not protest as Sybok tightened his grip on his hand and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Jim’s breathing sped up, excited and ready. What pleased him most is that someone wanted to be with him, wanted him. He had been so lonely with the isolation of captaincy and it had left him with few to speak with without the big CAPTAIN sign hanging over his head. Bones was great, but he was his best friend and he saw him more as a brother than anything, nothing sexual. He could talk to Scotty, but the man loved the Enterprise more than anything and they were similar, good friends, but not enough for a relationship.
Then there was Spock who he was beginning to trust with everything, spirit and soul. They had saved each other’s lives a few times already, and Jim knew it wasn’t going to be the last. If he had gotten to the true feelings, he would admit that he was heartbroken, just a little, but respected Spock’s decision. But he didn’t agree that you could rule matters of the heart with your head. Spock was the one who inspired him to be a better man than he was. It wasn’t fair, but Jim was used to unfair and had rolled with the punches. Hell, who’d want a fuck up like him, anyway? He shouldn’t have expected anything less.
But this! This bright mind wanted him. Him! How could he refuse? Loneliness and heartbreak had been the reasons, but something good might come of it. He hoped. It was all he had. But then again, if Jim Kirk was to hope or to love the universe had to come in and shit on it.
~*~
His relationship with Uhura was measured and logical, certain results could be expected, like an empirical formula. It was a steady, stable situation that he should be content with and with someone who appreciated the logic of the universe. He had never met someone so tumulus and contradictory in words and actions, yet still remain a constant. He could rely on Jim to be illogical and react contrary to expectations.
When Uhura and he took a break from their relationship to evaluate their relationship and themselves, Jim had come forward and expressed his feelings. He felt Spcok was a vital part of his life and they were better together than apart. He was challenge everyday together and between them life would never be dull. He didn’t know how to react to Jim’s suit, not really. He did not know how to process this and he was with Uhura still, despite their break so he had said no, he did not feel the same. But he was curious as to what would have happened if he had said yes. But still, Jim treated him no differently, talked to him just as he would a close friend. He had backed off on the touching, a fact which Spock was grateful. But now that they had visitors, Jim hadn’t touched him once even in the most friendly of human contact. He found he oddly missed it.
Observing his captain and his brother, Spock cannot explain the burning feeling in his gut when he sees Jim lean in close to Sybok to whisper some secret between them. Both Sybok and Jim would laugh. He felt oddly left out and displaced from the inner circle of Jim’s thoughts, he was not the one privy to Jim’s innermost thoughts, the ones he shared with no one else. He was being replaced.
He walked through the fresher to the Captain’s quarters to confront his friend, apologize, and try to regain some of their lost intimacy as friends. Jim had often encouraged him to use this route, a secret passageway he had called it. Spock found the relation illogical. He heard a loud groan through the door and he opened it, it was unlocked. What he saw stopped him in his tracks, trying to process what he was seeing before him. He had caught his brother and Jim in a precarious position. Thankfully, they were still clothed.
“Captain,” Spock eked out.
Sybok removed himself off Jim’s body, but remained on the bed, sitting next to Jim.
“What is it, Spock?” Jim was embarrassed being caught macking with his first officer’s brother. Awkward.
Spock turned his attention to his brother. “Your behavior is most unbecoming, Sybok.”
Sybok lifted a brow, it definitely was a family trait, “And why does that matter, Spock?”
“He is my friend,” Spock returned.
“Vulcans don’t have friends,” Sybok returned, not unkindly. “You have made your choice quite clear Spock, it is not like you have any say in the matter. You should not care.”
“Concern is an emotion,” Spock returned on the defensive, clearly the wrong thing to say since Jim deflated.
“Get out, Spock,” Jim gritted his teeth. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Spock didn’t move.
“Go!”
And he left.
~*~*~
When Spock showed up at her door, Uhura knew exactly what was going on. And here it was in the form of a troubled Vulcan. “Come on in, Spock. I knew one day this would be coming.”
“That what would be coming?”
“Your feelings for Kirk,” she smiled ruefully. “I could see it, the whole ship could see it. I’m surprised that you two weren’t together earlier actually. I thought you might actually take Kirk up on his offer.”
“Explain.”
“We just want more from each other that we can’t give. The spark just died out, we go on, bruised, but a little more wiser. But I did have real feelings for you. I love you, Spock, just not the way we need each other to,” she explained. “We were good friends first, we will be again. Just be prepared for me to be a little illogical for awhile. It’ll pass.”
“I thank you, Nyota.”
“Good night, Spock,” Uhura said, kissing his cheek gently in parting. “And good luck. If you need anything, I’ll be here.”
“Good night, Nyota.”
And there it was, her profession was the perfect fit for her, being able to find the phrases to clarify the situation that he did not know how to translate.
~*~*~
Jim was a little mortified, being in the room with Sybok now, angry and dissatisfied. Smiling sadly Sybok was waiting for him to say something. “Where were we?”
Sybok just shook his head. “I should go.”
Jim looked at him with resignation. “You’re probably right.” And he leaned over to kiss Sybok soundly, just one last time. “It’s been fun.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “We’ll be arriving tomorrow to the colony and I’d like to make you an offer to stay with us, as long as you like.”
Jim opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by Sybok raising his hand. “You do not have to decide now, you may come in weeks or years, but my offer will remain. So I shall say live long and prosper, Jim, my friend.”
He left and Jim was content, for now. He knew it would have to end sooner or later. The offer was nice, he always loved to have a plan B if things didn’t work out with Starfleet. He had another ally on his side and at least he wouldn’t have to return to Earth. Odd, he seemed to be collecting Vulcans, another unexpected talent. One he was quite content with actually.
~*~
“May I speak with you privately, Captain?” Spock approached him at breakfast.
“Sure, Spock,” Jim smiled ruefully and mentally prepared himself for the conversation. “Let’s go to my quarters and discuss this. I’m sure we don’t need idle ears listening in.”
“I wish to speak with you about your relationship with Sybok,” Spock began once they were in Jim’s quarters, in his office area.
“That’s not fair, Spock,” Jim was beginning to feel his ire rise. “It’s not fair to expect me to move on when you already made it clear you chose Uhura. You can’t expect me to wait around. You made it apparent in no uncertain terms just how illogical and ridiculous at the prospect our pairing would be.”
Spock looked uncertain and unsure of what to say. “If you will allow me to continue?”
“Sure,” Jim gestured with a flap of hand meaning go on.
“I have reevaluated your suit and it is not illogical, and I have spoken with Uhura and have come to a mutual dissolution of our relationship.”
Jim looked at him incredulously. “So, I’m supposed to come at your beck and call then? When you and Uhura go for a break in your relationship, I’m supposed to be there. Screw that.” And Jim made to leave.
Spock caught him by the arm. “Please, Jim.”
Jim looked down at his arm where Spock’s long fingered hand was holding him firmly, not harshly. He settled down.
“She was waiting for me to realize that I might have feelings for another. You, Jim,” Spock looked at him in the eyes. “I would be most obliged if I could take you up on your offer, if it is not too late.”
Jim’s bright eyes searched his face, for he didn’t know what.
“I don’t know if I could take that again, Spock,” Jim admitted softly. “You really knew how to cut me off at the knees.”
Spock knew this physical sinking feeling and pushed it back down.
“But James T. Kirk doesn’t give up so easily,” Jim smiled softly. Jim moved a hand over Spock’s and Spock gave a quick inhale at the connection it garnered. “We’ll try it.”
Spock’s mouth gave the slightest upturned twitch and Jim gave him a bright smile.
~*~
“Well, little brother,” Sybok smiled at him in the transporter room, the last to beam down to the Vulcan colony. “It has been a most interesting experience aboard the Enterprise, not one I’ll be repeating in the future, but I digress.”
Sybok looked at his younger brother thoughtfully. “I wish we could be parting under better terms, but hear my advice. Do not wait too long to tell him of your innermost thoughts, Spock. Jim is a bright spark in the dark of space, you are his equal and complement in the universe. You have the opportunity, do not waste it.”
“I shall endeavor to meditate on your words.”
“Good,” Sybok returned. “I should also let you know that Jim will always have a place with us, if he does not find happiness with you.”
Spock felt primal fury rise up.
“Peace, brother,” Sybok said. “I would not take him from you. But I shall say good-bye, Spock. May we meet again.”
“Live long and prosper,” Spock said raising his hand in the ta’al.
“Peace and long life,” Sybok returned, raising his hand in the same fashion and dematerialized in a swirl of white.
~*~*~
“You get to say goodbye to Sybok?” Jim asked that night over chess.
“I did,” he answered.
“Good,” Jim smiled. “I liked him a lot.”
“Why is that?”
“Must be the family resemblance. Mostly because he reminded me of you,” Jim admitted, inching his hand toward Spock’s.
Spock’s mouth gave an upward twitch and met Jim’s own fingers, liking the pleasant buzz that went up his arm. “I see.”
“I dunno, must be a thing.”
“Vulcan?” Spock asked teasing.
“Naw,” Jim grinned. “Must be a Spock thing.”