I HAVE NEVER INSTA-RECCED SOMETHING SO HARD
KIRK IS A MOM. IT IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED IN ANY STAR TREK FANDOM, EVER. IT CANNOT BE DENIED.
So Wise We Grow, Kirk/Spock, Reboot, 81,000 words of AWESOME.
Pike looks up at him and says, seriously, “I’m hurt, Kirk.”
Jim stops dead. “What’s wrong, sir?”
“I mean, emotionally.”
“Uh, I’m sorry?” Jim replies, not sure what’s going on.
“You should be,” Pike tells him severely. “I know I’m not your father - no one ever could be.”
“That’s true, sir.”
“But I don’t think it’s too much for me to say that I’m the closest thing to a father that you’ve got in this world.”
Jim gives that some thought, and says, “I guess that’s probably true, too, sir…”
“And so I’m hurt, I’m really hurt. Bad enough that you didn’t ask me to give you away… but I wasn’t even invited?”
Silence settles, and stretches.
“You bastard,” Jim breathes.
“Especially since I was the one who made this all happen for you,” Pike continues blithely, as if Jim hadn’t said anything. “I have to admit, being an admiral’s not as much fun as I thought it would be - I’m thinking of setting up shop as a matchmaker full-time, since my first set-up was such a success.”
“If you think I won’t hit a man in a wheelchair, you are gravely mistaken,” Jim says seriously.
“I know Spock thought I was crazy, making you his first officer, but I could see even then that you two had chemistry. Granted, I didn’t know it was this kind of chemistry-”
“I can make it look like an accident,” Jim threatens, “no one will ever know.”
“I’m sure it was a lovely ceremony; I can’t imagine you wore white, of course - that’s stretching the bounds of symbolism pretty far - but your Starfleet uniform is better anyway, it’ll remind you of how you met-”
“Why does everyone think I’m the wife?!” Jim yells, at the end of his rope.
“Do you really want me to answer that, son?” Pike asks, eyes twinkling with a disturbing light.
“I’m the captain,” Jim whines.
“That you are,” Pike agrees, nodding solemnly. “Captain James Tiberius Mrs. Spock.”
“I’m so telling Spock about this,” Jim vows, and Pike nods again, smiling.
Okay, and if you haven't already clicked the hell over there, you would probably appreciate a more...cogent plot summary. The closest I'm going to get without the flailing starting all over again: Spock, for reasons of crazy Vulcan culture, takes in T'Pring's orphaned son. Kirk offers to be platonic co-parent. AND THEN THE AWESOME GOES TO ELEVEN AND THERE'S PINING AND SAREK IS AMAZING AND. Um. Sorry. Go read it?
So Wise We Grow, Kirk/Spock, Reboot, 81,000 words of AWESOME.
Pike looks up at him and says, seriously, “I’m hurt, Kirk.”
Jim stops dead. “What’s wrong, sir?”
“I mean, emotionally.”
“Uh, I’m sorry?” Jim replies, not sure what’s going on.
“You should be,” Pike tells him severely. “I know I’m not your father - no one ever could be.”
“That’s true, sir.”
“But I don’t think it’s too much for me to say that I’m the closest thing to a father that you’ve got in this world.”
Jim gives that some thought, and says, “I guess that’s probably true, too, sir…”
“And so I’m hurt, I’m really hurt. Bad enough that you didn’t ask me to give you away… but I wasn’t even invited?”
Silence settles, and stretches.
“You bastard,” Jim breathes.
“Especially since I was the one who made this all happen for you,” Pike continues blithely, as if Jim hadn’t said anything. “I have to admit, being an admiral’s not as much fun as I thought it would be - I’m thinking of setting up shop as a matchmaker full-time, since my first set-up was such a success.”
“If you think I won’t hit a man in a wheelchair, you are gravely mistaken,” Jim says seriously.
“I know Spock thought I was crazy, making you his first officer, but I could see even then that you two had chemistry. Granted, I didn’t know it was this kind of chemistry-”
“I can make it look like an accident,” Jim threatens, “no one will ever know.”
“I’m sure it was a lovely ceremony; I can’t imagine you wore white, of course - that’s stretching the bounds of symbolism pretty far - but your Starfleet uniform is better anyway, it’ll remind you of how you met-”
“Why does everyone think I’m the wife?!” Jim yells, at the end of his rope.
“Do you really want me to answer that, son?” Pike asks, eyes twinkling with a disturbing light.
“I’m the captain,” Jim whines.
“That you are,” Pike agrees, nodding solemnly. “Captain James Tiberius Mrs. Spock.”
“I’m so telling Spock about this,” Jim vows, and Pike nods again, smiling.
Okay, and if you haven't already clicked the hell over there, you would probably appreciate a more...cogent plot summary. The closest I'm going to get without the flailing starting all over again: Spock, for reasons of crazy Vulcan culture, takes in T'Pring's orphaned son. Kirk offers to be platonic co-parent. AND THEN THE AWESOME GOES TO ELEVEN AND THERE'S PINING AND SAREK IS AMAZING AND. Um. Sorry. Go read it?