Fic - Birthday Gifts - PG
This is what I wrote today, instead of writing on my NaNo.
I also hope that I will not be shot by the Spock/Kirk lovers <3 Sometimes, my brain is terrifying.
Title: Birthday Gifts
By sphynxle
Paring: Technically Spock/Gaila. Hinted at Spock/Kirk
Raiting: PG
Summary: "There were many problems with alternate realities"
There were many problems with alternate realities.
Spock knew this, of course. He was a logical being and the existence of alternate realities were not unknown to him. After all, it was hard to deny their existence when he had stared a 176 year old version of himself in the face. He knew of the life that Spock had shared with his fellow crew from the Enterprise. He knew of the sadness that lingered behind the elder Vulcan's gaze every time he stared at Jim Kirk.
Spock himself never expected to know of this sadness.
Every moment of the two years had seemed real. Jim's death had seemed real - no, it had been real. He had held his captain as he was taken down by shots. He watched the man gasp for breath and finally grow still. He felt that pain in his heart, in his very soul. He also knows of the relationships that grew stronger from the loss of the captain. He and McCoy had relied on each other until McCoy left his post to return to Earth - Jim had been the only reason the doctor had stayed in space so long in the first place.
And the other relationships that happened within those two years. Spock remembers them well.
He watches from across the cafeteria as Lieutenant Gaila enters. In her hands, she holds a small package, wrapped tightly and precisely. He knows what lies inside. She spots him, and those blue eyes of her furrow into a confused glance. As she confronts him, Gaila cocks her head to the side and holds out the tiny package. "You sent this?"
Spock nods, once. "Yes.
This causes Gaila to frown further. "You gave me a plant."
"Yes." Inside the box, a tiny plant is nestled. It is a plant that is native from the planet Orion, and one Spock knows to be Gaila's favorite.
Gaila places the box in front of him. "It is gorgeous, of course. And the thought behind the gift is very sweet. But I don't understand - I've never told anyone anything about myself, much less my favorite flower. How did you know?"
Spock hesitates. Gaila knows nothing of the alternate reality, or of the relationship they shared. Of the friendship that had budded between them from the mutual loss of a friend (and in Gaila's case, lover). She doesn't know of the friendship that had budded into a romantic intent, or of the nights she spent curled in his bed. They had shared many things about themselves, secrets Spock believes they are called.
Gaila knows nothing of this, and Spock is not going to be the one to tell her. Not yet.
"It was an educated guess." Spock says instead. "I learned of your birthday from Nyota and I spent the time to research flowers native to your home planet. Nyota had expressed concern that no one knew of your day of birth. I thought you might be pleased with the choice."
"I am!" she exclaims, and her face lights up with one of those smiles that reminds Spock why he loved her in the first place. "I was just confused. It was a very nice gesture, Mr. Spock. I greatly appreciate it."
Spock simply gives her a nod and watches as she walks away.
The problem with alternate realities, Spock now knows, were the relationships that were lost.
I also hope that I will not be shot by the Spock/Kirk lovers <3 Sometimes, my brain is terrifying.
Title: Birthday Gifts
By sphynxle
Paring: Technically Spock/Gaila. Hinted at Spock/Kirk
Raiting: PG
Summary: "There were many problems with alternate realities"
There were many problems with alternate realities.
Spock knew this, of course. He was a logical being and the existence of alternate realities were not unknown to him. After all, it was hard to deny their existence when he had stared a 176 year old version of himself in the face. He knew of the life that Spock had shared with his fellow crew from the Enterprise. He knew of the sadness that lingered behind the elder Vulcan's gaze every time he stared at Jim Kirk.
Spock himself never expected to know of this sadness.
Every moment of the two years had seemed real. Jim's death had seemed real - no, it had been real. He had held his captain as he was taken down by shots. He watched the man gasp for breath and finally grow still. He felt that pain in his heart, in his very soul. He also knows of the relationships that grew stronger from the loss of the captain. He and McCoy had relied on each other until McCoy left his post to return to Earth - Jim had been the only reason the doctor had stayed in space so long in the first place.
And the other relationships that happened within those two years. Spock remembers them well.
He watches from across the cafeteria as Lieutenant Gaila enters. In her hands, she holds a small package, wrapped tightly and precisely. He knows what lies inside. She spots him, and those blue eyes of her furrow into a confused glance. As she confronts him, Gaila cocks her head to the side and holds out the tiny package. "You sent this?"
Spock nods, once. "Yes.
This causes Gaila to frown further. "You gave me a plant."
"Yes." Inside the box, a tiny plant is nestled. It is a plant that is native from the planet Orion, and one Spock knows to be Gaila's favorite.
Gaila places the box in front of him. "It is gorgeous, of course. And the thought behind the gift is very sweet. But I don't understand - I've never told anyone anything about myself, much less my favorite flower. How did you know?"
Spock hesitates. Gaila knows nothing of the alternate reality, or of the relationship they shared. Of the friendship that had budded between them from the mutual loss of a friend (and in Gaila's case, lover). She doesn't know of the friendship that had budded into a romantic intent, or of the nights she spent curled in his bed. They had shared many things about themselves, secrets Spock believes they are called.
Gaila knows nothing of this, and Spock is not going to be the one to tell her. Not yet.
"It was an educated guess." Spock says instead. "I learned of your birthday from Nyota and I spent the time to research flowers native to your home planet. Nyota had expressed concern that no one knew of your day of birth. I thought you might be pleased with the choice."
"I am!" she exclaims, and her face lights up with one of those smiles that reminds Spock why he loved her in the first place. "I was just confused. It was a very nice gesture, Mr. Spock. I greatly appreciate it."
Spock simply gives her a nod and watches as she walks away.
The problem with alternate realities, Spock now knows, were the relationships that were lost.