The Caged Bird's Song ((Part Five))
Title: The Caged Bird's Song ((Part Five))
Pairing: Kirk/SpockPrime with implied other pairings
Rating: This part PG-13
Summary: Based on the following prompt- Instead of the XI universe, SpockPrime ends up in a universe where Romulans have enslaved humans. So logically SpockPrime seeks out Jim Kirk, who is a slave, and buys him from whoever. Spock Prime then goes to find the rest of the crew and his counterpart.
Author's Note: I am so sorry for anyone reading this on my journal! I finished this a while ago but forgot to update. So here part five is.
PART 5 of The Caged Bird’s Song
The next morning, Kirk woke up in bed alone. For a second he worried that everything that had happened with Spock had been a dream, but then he felt the warmth still lingering in the Spock-shaped impression on the other side of the bed. Not to mention, there was no way he could have dreamt up something that incredible.
Yawning, Kirk found his previously discarded underwear and pants, pulling them on before trudging out to the kitchen where Spock was finishing the meal he had prepared for breakfast.
“You know you don’t have to always cook right? Or get up at the crack of dawn?” he asked as he took the plate of food offered to him and sat at the table.
“I realize that I do not need to, but I prefer rising early and cooking for you is no problem,” Spock replied, making a plate for himself before sitting down across from Jim.
They began eating in silence, but it was not an uncomfortable silence. Nothing was said because there was nothing that needed to be said. Kirk loved Spock, and the half-Vulcan loved him. It was that simple. Well, actually it was fairly complicated, but at that moment in time, it was simple enough.
“So what are your plans for today?” Jim asked after the two of them had finished off their breakfasts.
Spock, who had been relatively relaxed until that point, suddenly became even more serious than usual. “Actually, I was meaning to talk to you about something. Ever since I found you, I have been trying to find the counterparts of other old friends along with my counterpart. After much searching, I have tracked down the other Spock. He is on Earth. In San Francisco. I will be traveling there to speak with him. Would you be interested in going with me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kirk all but jumped out of his chair, eyes wide. “Of course I want to go! San Francisco is one of the last Earth cities left unchanged by the Romulans. Slaves are treated better there too,” he said. “It would be cool to meet the other you too.”
“Very well. We leave tomorrow at 0700 hours. Will you need anything for the trip?” Spock asked, slightly amused by Jim’s eagerness.
“No. All I need are clothes and food really,” he replied, shrugging. There had been times in his life when he hadn’t even had that much.
Spock nodded and stood slowly, gathering up the dishes and kissing Jim once, a very swift, gentle kiss, before putting them in the dishwasher. “I will be back in time for dinner so long as nothing unexpected happens. I suggest you pack in my absence,” he said before picking up that bag of his and leaving.
As soon as the half-Vulcan was gone, Kirk was in his room, packing his limited belongings. When that was done, he began to clean up the already perfect house. He ate some lunch and sat down on the couch, reading a book on physics until Spock returned. They ate the dinner Jim had made, talked about what they would do once in San Francisco, and went to bed, only falling asleep after some more incredible sex.
***
“Jim,” a deep, familiar voice rumbled. “It is time to wake up t’hy’la.”
Kirk yawned and stretched, opening his eyes to look up at Spock. “What does that mean?” he asked groggily as he stood and pulled on some clothes.
Spock chuckled softly. “It is a Vulcan word meaning friend, brother, and lover,” he explained, watching the human dress and smooth his messy blond hair out with his fingers.
“Fascinating,” he said, borrowing one of Spock’s favorite words. He yawned again and rubbed at his eyes. “What time is it anyway?”
“Approximately 0629 hours,” the Vulcan answered. “We will need to leave in seventeen minutes in order to avoid missing our flight.”
So after sixteen minutes of Jim frantically getting ready and eating a hasty breakfast, they were on their way to the nearest airport. Spock had put Jim’s collar and leash back on, but even that failed to dampen his spirits.
The flight was short, though uncomfortable for Kirk since he had to ride in the cargo hold with all the other slaves. Despite the smelly, dark, cramped flight, it was all made worth it by the sight of a sprawling beach, ancient buildings from the 20th to 21st century, palm trees, and the smell of salt on the breeze.
“Are you ready Jim?” Spock asked Jim as they stepped out of the airport.
“Hell yes,” Kirk grinned. “Let’s go find the other you.”
***
About an hour later, Jim was sitting in the passenger seat of a car Spock had rented and was now driving, watching the bright buildings of San Francisco fly past. He saw some humans walking the streets alone. They all had collars, but it was amazing for Jim to see slaves walking without a Romulan leading them around or abusing them in some way. It made him feel hope.
Suddenly, the car pulled to a stop and Jim looked over at the old blue row house standing there. Spock wasted no time in getting out of the car and striding up to the front door. Kirk quickly scrambled after him, coming to stand behind the Vulcan as he rang the doorbell.
A dark haired human answered the door. He also had dark brown eyes and appeared to be Asian in decent. Confusion flickered over his face when the human took in Jim and Spock.
“Hello Hikaru. It is good to see you,” Spock greeted, causing the human to look even more confused and weary.
“How… Let me fetch my owner,” Hikaru stammered.
The man looked over Spock and then Jim once more before walking off.
“Who was that?” Kirk asked as the door shut.
“One of my old friends. His name is Hikaru Sulu. He was once the helmsman of the Enterprise,” Spock explained. “Do you not remember him from the mindmeld?”
Jim shook his head. “He looks different than he did in your memories.”
Spock simply nodded and watched as the door reopened. This time, a Vulcan man stood there, blinking once in the Vulcan equivalent of surprise when he saw who was at his door.
“Hello Spock. We have much to talk about,” Spock greeted his younger counterpart.
Meanwhile, Jim simply stared, looking between the two Spocks. If he hadn’t known better, he would have said that they were father and son. It was strange watching them.
“I do not believe we have met before. Who are you?” the younger Spock asked.
“I am Spock,” the elder Spock replied simply.
Jim saw puzzlement flicker in the young Spock’s eyes. “Fascinating. I believe we should take this conversation elsewhere. Hikaru, please keep our human guest entertained while we are gone,” he said. The two Spocks looked at each other before walking into the house and up a flight of stairs.
Now Kirk was left alone with Hikaru, who was eyeing him suspiciously. Jim smiled weakly as he walked into the house, shutting the door behind him as he looked around.
The house was sparsely furnished, but it was still nicer than almost every house he had ever been in.
“Are you hungry or thirsty?” Sulu asked, sitting on a couch and gesturing for Jim to sit as well.
“Not particularly,” Jim shrugged as he took a seat across from the other human.
A tense silence filled the air, neither man making eye contact or trying to strike up a conversation. Finally, Jim said, “So, Hikaru Sulu, right?”
Hikaru nodded.
“That’s an interesting name. Where are you from?”
“Here. But my parents were from Japan,” he replied.
Kirk nodded. “I’m Jim. Jim Kirk.”
“Wait, is your father George Kirk?” Hikaru asked.
Jim’s eyebrows furrowed and he frowned. How did this man know his father? “Yeah. Why?” he asked.
“Do you know what Spock and I do here? We help slaves escape to a Klingon planet called Krios where a rebellion is forming. The Klingons hate us, and we hate them, but we all hate the Romulans even more. Especially since the Romulans almost destroyed the entire Klingon Empire. Klingons would be slaves with humans and Vulcans if it weren’t for the fact that they either killed their owners or themselves every time they were enslaved. Anyway, your father died to save roughly eight hundred slaves, not to mention you and your mother. He‘s famous among all us abolitionists,” Sulu explained excitedly.
“Oh. Well… yeah,” Kirk mumbled. They were silent once more until he asked, “So Spock is pretending to be a Romulan who owns you?” he asked. “All so you two can help other slaves get to Krios?”
“Yes. Exactly. And the other Spock owns you? I take it he is pretending to be a Romulan as well,” Sulu responded.
“Yeah. He’s actually the same Spock as your Spock, but my Spock is from another universe,” Kirk said casually.
Sulu blinked rapidly and his eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
Jim swiftly explained how Spock had arrived in their universe, and what had happened from the time the half-Vulcan had bought him to their arrival in San Francisco. When he was done, Sulu was staring at him like he had lost his mind.
“Wow,” was all he said.
Jim shrugged and the silence relapsed.
Kirk couldn’t really tell how much time passed before the two Spocks came back downstairs.
“Hikaru, Mr. Spock just told me a very fascinating story…” the younger Spock began, only the be interrupted by Sulu.
“Yeah. I know. He,” he paused to point at the elder Spock, “is the same person as you, just from another universe where Romulans aren’t in charge.”
Spock nodded. “That is a very simplified explanation, but yes,” he said. He turned to Sulu. “Did you explain what we are doing here in San Francisco?”
Now Jim was the one to interject. “He told me everything. You are pretending to be a Romulan who owns Sulu here so you two can help others slaves go to Krios. Though I do have a question.”
When both Hikaru and the younger Spock raised an eyebrow at the exact same time, Jim had to fight to keep serious. “How did you come to Earth and manage to pull of this whole charade?”
“My mother was human, as you know. Not only is it illegal for slaves to have children without the proper paperwork and authorization, but it is taboo for humans and Vulcans have children together. So she and my father fled Vulcan before anyone discovered she was pregnant and went to Krios. I was raised a Vulcan while there. When I was older, my parents went back to Vulcan to try and help others. Two years later, I came here to San Francisco to help as well. I bought Hikaru and two other human slaves. The other two went to Krios, but he insisted on staying here to help. He said it was logical, since it would be less suspicious if I had one permanent slave,” Spock explained.
Kirk looked to Sulu who nodded. “Huh…” he shrugged.
“Now that we are finished talking, I believe it would be wise to seek out lunch,” the elder Spock, Spock Prime as Jim had decided to think of him, spoke up.
Everyone agreed and Hikaru and Jim were put on leashes before the four departed to eat lunch at a local restaurant.
To be continued…
Pairing: Kirk/SpockPrime with implied other pairings
Rating: This part PG-13
Summary: Based on the following prompt- Instead of the XI universe, SpockPrime ends up in a universe where Romulans have enslaved humans. So logically SpockPrime seeks out Jim Kirk, who is a slave, and buys him from whoever. Spock Prime then goes to find the rest of the crew and his counterpart.
Author's Note: I am so sorry for anyone reading this on my journal! I finished this a while ago but forgot to update. So here part five is.
PART 5 of The Caged Bird’s Song
The next morning, Kirk woke up in bed alone. For a second he worried that everything that had happened with Spock had been a dream, but then he felt the warmth still lingering in the Spock-shaped impression on the other side of the bed. Not to mention, there was no way he could have dreamt up something that incredible.
Yawning, Kirk found his previously discarded underwear and pants, pulling them on before trudging out to the kitchen where Spock was finishing the meal he had prepared for breakfast.
“You know you don’t have to always cook right? Or get up at the crack of dawn?” he asked as he took the plate of food offered to him and sat at the table.
“I realize that I do not need to, but I prefer rising early and cooking for you is no problem,” Spock replied, making a plate for himself before sitting down across from Jim.
They began eating in silence, but it was not an uncomfortable silence. Nothing was said because there was nothing that needed to be said. Kirk loved Spock, and the half-Vulcan loved him. It was that simple. Well, actually it was fairly complicated, but at that moment in time, it was simple enough.
“So what are your plans for today?” Jim asked after the two of them had finished off their breakfasts.
Spock, who had been relatively relaxed until that point, suddenly became even more serious than usual. “Actually, I was meaning to talk to you about something. Ever since I found you, I have been trying to find the counterparts of other old friends along with my counterpart. After much searching, I have tracked down the other Spock. He is on Earth. In San Francisco. I will be traveling there to speak with him. Would you be interested in going with me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kirk all but jumped out of his chair, eyes wide. “Of course I want to go! San Francisco is one of the last Earth cities left unchanged by the Romulans. Slaves are treated better there too,” he said. “It would be cool to meet the other you too.”
“Very well. We leave tomorrow at 0700 hours. Will you need anything for the trip?” Spock asked, slightly amused by Jim’s eagerness.
“No. All I need are clothes and food really,” he replied, shrugging. There had been times in his life when he hadn’t even had that much.
Spock nodded and stood slowly, gathering up the dishes and kissing Jim once, a very swift, gentle kiss, before putting them in the dishwasher. “I will be back in time for dinner so long as nothing unexpected happens. I suggest you pack in my absence,” he said before picking up that bag of his and leaving.
As soon as the half-Vulcan was gone, Kirk was in his room, packing his limited belongings. When that was done, he began to clean up the already perfect house. He ate some lunch and sat down on the couch, reading a book on physics until Spock returned. They ate the dinner Jim had made, talked about what they would do once in San Francisco, and went to bed, only falling asleep after some more incredible sex.
***
“Jim,” a deep, familiar voice rumbled. “It is time to wake up t’hy’la.”
Kirk yawned and stretched, opening his eyes to look up at Spock. “What does that mean?” he asked groggily as he stood and pulled on some clothes.
Spock chuckled softly. “It is a Vulcan word meaning friend, brother, and lover,” he explained, watching the human dress and smooth his messy blond hair out with his fingers.
“Fascinating,” he said, borrowing one of Spock’s favorite words. He yawned again and rubbed at his eyes. “What time is it anyway?”
“Approximately 0629 hours,” the Vulcan answered. “We will need to leave in seventeen minutes in order to avoid missing our flight.”
So after sixteen minutes of Jim frantically getting ready and eating a hasty breakfast, they were on their way to the nearest airport. Spock had put Jim’s collar and leash back on, but even that failed to dampen his spirits.
The flight was short, though uncomfortable for Kirk since he had to ride in the cargo hold with all the other slaves. Despite the smelly, dark, cramped flight, it was all made worth it by the sight of a sprawling beach, ancient buildings from the 20th to 21st century, palm trees, and the smell of salt on the breeze.
“Are you ready Jim?” Spock asked Jim as they stepped out of the airport.
“Hell yes,” Kirk grinned. “Let’s go find the other you.”
***
About an hour later, Jim was sitting in the passenger seat of a car Spock had rented and was now driving, watching the bright buildings of San Francisco fly past. He saw some humans walking the streets alone. They all had collars, but it was amazing for Jim to see slaves walking without a Romulan leading them around or abusing them in some way. It made him feel hope.
Suddenly, the car pulled to a stop and Jim looked over at the old blue row house standing there. Spock wasted no time in getting out of the car and striding up to the front door. Kirk quickly scrambled after him, coming to stand behind the Vulcan as he rang the doorbell.
A dark haired human answered the door. He also had dark brown eyes and appeared to be Asian in decent. Confusion flickered over his face when the human took in Jim and Spock.
“Hello Hikaru. It is good to see you,” Spock greeted, causing the human to look even more confused and weary.
“How… Let me fetch my owner,” Hikaru stammered.
The man looked over Spock and then Jim once more before walking off.
“Who was that?” Kirk asked as the door shut.
“One of my old friends. His name is Hikaru Sulu. He was once the helmsman of the Enterprise,” Spock explained. “Do you not remember him from the mindmeld?”
Jim shook his head. “He looks different than he did in your memories.”
Spock simply nodded and watched as the door reopened. This time, a Vulcan man stood there, blinking once in the Vulcan equivalent of surprise when he saw who was at his door.
“Hello Spock. We have much to talk about,” Spock greeted his younger counterpart.
Meanwhile, Jim simply stared, looking between the two Spocks. If he hadn’t known better, he would have said that they were father and son. It was strange watching them.
“I do not believe we have met before. Who are you?” the younger Spock asked.
“I am Spock,” the elder Spock replied simply.
Jim saw puzzlement flicker in the young Spock’s eyes. “Fascinating. I believe we should take this conversation elsewhere. Hikaru, please keep our human guest entertained while we are gone,” he said. The two Spocks looked at each other before walking into the house and up a flight of stairs.
Now Kirk was left alone with Hikaru, who was eyeing him suspiciously. Jim smiled weakly as he walked into the house, shutting the door behind him as he looked around.
The house was sparsely furnished, but it was still nicer than almost every house he had ever been in.
“Are you hungry or thirsty?” Sulu asked, sitting on a couch and gesturing for Jim to sit as well.
“Not particularly,” Jim shrugged as he took a seat across from the other human.
A tense silence filled the air, neither man making eye contact or trying to strike up a conversation. Finally, Jim said, “So, Hikaru Sulu, right?”
Hikaru nodded.
“That’s an interesting name. Where are you from?”
“Here. But my parents were from Japan,” he replied.
Kirk nodded. “I’m Jim. Jim Kirk.”
“Wait, is your father George Kirk?” Hikaru asked.
Jim’s eyebrows furrowed and he frowned. How did this man know his father? “Yeah. Why?” he asked.
“Do you know what Spock and I do here? We help slaves escape to a Klingon planet called Krios where a rebellion is forming. The Klingons hate us, and we hate them, but we all hate the Romulans even more. Especially since the Romulans almost destroyed the entire Klingon Empire. Klingons would be slaves with humans and Vulcans if it weren’t for the fact that they either killed their owners or themselves every time they were enslaved. Anyway, your father died to save roughly eight hundred slaves, not to mention you and your mother. He‘s famous among all us abolitionists,” Sulu explained excitedly.
“Oh. Well… yeah,” Kirk mumbled. They were silent once more until he asked, “So Spock is pretending to be a Romulan who owns you?” he asked. “All so you two can help other slaves get to Krios?”
“Yes. Exactly. And the other Spock owns you? I take it he is pretending to be a Romulan as well,” Sulu responded.
“Yeah. He’s actually the same Spock as your Spock, but my Spock is from another universe,” Kirk said casually.
Sulu blinked rapidly and his eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
Jim swiftly explained how Spock had arrived in their universe, and what had happened from the time the half-Vulcan had bought him to their arrival in San Francisco. When he was done, Sulu was staring at him like he had lost his mind.
“Wow,” was all he said.
Jim shrugged and the silence relapsed.
Kirk couldn’t really tell how much time passed before the two Spocks came back downstairs.
“Hikaru, Mr. Spock just told me a very fascinating story…” the younger Spock began, only the be interrupted by Sulu.
“Yeah. I know. He,” he paused to point at the elder Spock, “is the same person as you, just from another universe where Romulans aren’t in charge.”
Spock nodded. “That is a very simplified explanation, but yes,” he said. He turned to Sulu. “Did you explain what we are doing here in San Francisco?”
Now Jim was the one to interject. “He told me everything. You are pretending to be a Romulan who owns Sulu here so you two can help others slaves go to Krios. Though I do have a question.”
When both Hikaru and the younger Spock raised an eyebrow at the exact same time, Jim had to fight to keep serious. “How did you come to Earth and manage to pull of this whole charade?”
“My mother was human, as you know. Not only is it illegal for slaves to have children without the proper paperwork and authorization, but it is taboo for humans and Vulcans have children together. So she and my father fled Vulcan before anyone discovered she was pregnant and went to Krios. I was raised a Vulcan while there. When I was older, my parents went back to Vulcan to try and help others. Two years later, I came here to San Francisco to help as well. I bought Hikaru and two other human slaves. The other two went to Krios, but he insisted on staying here to help. He said it was logical, since it would be less suspicious if I had one permanent slave,” Spock explained.
Kirk looked to Sulu who nodded. “Huh…” he shrugged.
“Now that we are finished talking, I believe it would be wise to seek out lunch,” the elder Spock, Spock Prime as Jim had decided to think of him, spoke up.
Everyone agreed and Hikaru and Jim were put on leashes before the four departed to eat lunch at a local restaurant.
To be continued…