Fic: As Seen in the Mirror, Kirk/McCoy, G
Title: As Seen In the Mirror
Author: caitri
Rating: G
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy (pre-slash)
Word Count: 925
Summary: A young Jim Kirk sees his heart’s desire-or possibly, his future.
Disclaimer: I know this may come as a shock, but I am not, amazing as it may seem, Gene Roddenberry, J.J. Abrams, Paramount or Bad Robot. Just so you know. With further apologies to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: So during Word Wars at jim-and-bones, shortstack88 suggested a challenge of Harry Potter/Trek crossovers. This is what happened. With thanks to fairyniamh for the title.
“What do you see, Jim?” The older wizard pushed the boy forward lightly, urging him on so that he had no choice but to look into the mirror curiously.
He wasn’t sure what he expected to see. Around the face of it were carved the words erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. He supposed they must be some strange magical tongue, but he forgot all about them when he looked into the mirror proper.
It showed his parents. George Kirk had an arm around Mom, who looked younger than she did when she had died last year, thin and wasted from that long, brutal summer on Tarsus IV. Dad looked like everything Jim had always hoped he would-tall and strong, beaming at him proudly. Mom looked happy, too-happier than Jim had ever seen her, honestly. Each of them had a hand on Dream Jim’s shoulders.
His counterpart was older than himself, he saw now; perhaps in his early twenties. His hair was cut short and neat, and he was dressed in bright gold robes. And next to him-a glimpse of someone, a flash of blue, just out of sight.
“Who is that?” Jim asked, mouth suddenly dry, unable to take his eyes off the images in the mirror, searching for another glance at that mysterious figure. A shock of brown hair-and that was all. A mystery.
Another one.
Magic was, Jim Kirk thought ruefully, a pain in the ass.
Pike shrugged apologetically. “The Mirror of Erised shows you your heart’s desire, Jim. I can’t see what you do.”
“Oh.” Jim returned his focus to his parents almost unwillingly; though seeing them had initially filled him with blind joy, he now felt faintly sick. It was a cruel thing to see what you could never have. He turned around with difficulty. “What do you see, Professor?”
Somehow unsurprisingly, Pike looked like he understood completely. “I see myself able to walk again,” he said simply, “and sometimes, a woman I knew once, long ago.”
Jim swallowed and nodded. “Are we done here?”
“Yeah, Jim, we are. Come on.” He followed Pike out of the room, whose doors closed with a whisper behind them and then disappeared. Jim couldn’t help but feel relieved.
“Have you thought about what I said, earlier?”
“I’ve thought about it,” Jim said honestly, “I just don’t know if it’s for me. Y’know?”
Pike stepped on the brakes of his chair; Jim almost tripped over his own feet when he stopped too. “Jim Kirk, your parents were two of the best students to ever attend the Starfleet Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Are you saying you’re not even willing to consider coming here?”
Jim winced. “Let me think about it.”
That seemed to satisfy Pike for the moment. “Come, then, let me show you where we’ll put you for the night.” Jim was led to a tour with brightly colored hangings, and a room of beds, all empty. When Pike left, he climbed into one, and slept like the dead.
In the morning, he dressed and walked through a series of corridors, following the sounds of other students until he found the Great Hall. It had three large tables, all of which held students. They all seemed to be dressed in similar red robes. Feeling like an outsider in his own jeans and tshirt, he was tempted to give up and turn around, but when he saw the heavy platters of toast, the trays of eggs and sausages, he decided the least Pike owed him was breakfast too, so he made his way to a seat at the farthest end of one of the tables.
A scowling boy was sitting nearby. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, and he seemed familiar for no reason Jim could think of. “I keep expecting this joke to end but it doesn’t happen,” he said darkly. “Between the robes, the wands, and the damned house elves, I can’t decide if I’m crazy or everyone else is!”
Jim bit off the urge to retort back sharply. Instead he snagged a piece of toast. “Uh, you signed on to come to a school of witchcraft,” he said. “You didn’t think that was gonna be, y’know, a little weird?”
The boy shrugged, as if acceding the point. “Got no where else to go. My Dad died, my Mom’s miserable-I just wanted to get the hell out of Georgia. Starfleet seemed like an answer at the time.” He passed a plate of Pop-Tarts to Jim, who took one. “My name’s Leonard, Leonard McCoy.”
“Jim, Jim Kirk,” Jim answered. He paused, eye caught by the blue of Leonard’s shirt under his red robes. Something niggled at his memory.
“What?” Leonard wanted to know. He raised one eyebrow suspiciously.
“Nothing,” Jim said hastily. “I just-nothing.” He smiled and saluted the other boy with a glass of orange juice. “Nice to meet you.”
Leonard echoed the gesture, and that was that.
~
“You seem pleased, Professor Pike,” the younger man at the head table said. “Might I ask why?”
Chris Pike beamed at the sight before him-all the new students, but two in particular. “Not just yet, Mister Spock,” he answered. “Just trust me. Things are starting to turn around for us, right now.”
Spock seemed dubious. “As you say, sir.” He had never found it in his best interest to question the Headmaster. After all, Professor Pike was the most brilliant wizard in the world; surely he knew exactly what he was doing.
Author: caitri
Rating: G
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy (pre-slash)
Word Count: 925
Summary: A young Jim Kirk sees his heart’s desire-or possibly, his future.
Disclaimer: I know this may come as a shock, but I am not, amazing as it may seem, Gene Roddenberry, J.J. Abrams, Paramount or Bad Robot. Just so you know. With further apologies to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: So during Word Wars at jim-and-bones, shortstack88 suggested a challenge of Harry Potter/Trek crossovers. This is what happened. With thanks to fairyniamh for the title.
“What do you see, Jim?” The older wizard pushed the boy forward lightly, urging him on so that he had no choice but to look into the mirror curiously.
He wasn’t sure what he expected to see. Around the face of it were carved the words erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. He supposed they must be some strange magical tongue, but he forgot all about them when he looked into the mirror proper.
It showed his parents. George Kirk had an arm around Mom, who looked younger than she did when she had died last year, thin and wasted from that long, brutal summer on Tarsus IV. Dad looked like everything Jim had always hoped he would-tall and strong, beaming at him proudly. Mom looked happy, too-happier than Jim had ever seen her, honestly. Each of them had a hand on Dream Jim’s shoulders.
His counterpart was older than himself, he saw now; perhaps in his early twenties. His hair was cut short and neat, and he was dressed in bright gold robes. And next to him-a glimpse of someone, a flash of blue, just out of sight.
“Who is that?” Jim asked, mouth suddenly dry, unable to take his eyes off the images in the mirror, searching for another glance at that mysterious figure. A shock of brown hair-and that was all. A mystery.
Another one.
Magic was, Jim Kirk thought ruefully, a pain in the ass.
Pike shrugged apologetically. “The Mirror of Erised shows you your heart’s desire, Jim. I can’t see what you do.”
“Oh.” Jim returned his focus to his parents almost unwillingly; though seeing them had initially filled him with blind joy, he now felt faintly sick. It was a cruel thing to see what you could never have. He turned around with difficulty. “What do you see, Professor?”
Somehow unsurprisingly, Pike looked like he understood completely. “I see myself able to walk again,” he said simply, “and sometimes, a woman I knew once, long ago.”
Jim swallowed and nodded. “Are we done here?”
“Yeah, Jim, we are. Come on.” He followed Pike out of the room, whose doors closed with a whisper behind them and then disappeared. Jim couldn’t help but feel relieved.
“Have you thought about what I said, earlier?”
“I’ve thought about it,” Jim said honestly, “I just don’t know if it’s for me. Y’know?”
Pike stepped on the brakes of his chair; Jim almost tripped over his own feet when he stopped too. “Jim Kirk, your parents were two of the best students to ever attend the Starfleet Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Are you saying you’re not even willing to consider coming here?”
Jim winced. “Let me think about it.”
That seemed to satisfy Pike for the moment. “Come, then, let me show you where we’ll put you for the night.” Jim was led to a tour with brightly colored hangings, and a room of beds, all empty. When Pike left, he climbed into one, and slept like the dead.
In the morning, he dressed and walked through a series of corridors, following the sounds of other students until he found the Great Hall. It had three large tables, all of which held students. They all seemed to be dressed in similar red robes. Feeling like an outsider in his own jeans and tshirt, he was tempted to give up and turn around, but when he saw the heavy platters of toast, the trays of eggs and sausages, he decided the least Pike owed him was breakfast too, so he made his way to a seat at the farthest end of one of the tables.
A scowling boy was sitting nearby. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, and he seemed familiar for no reason Jim could think of. “I keep expecting this joke to end but it doesn’t happen,” he said darkly. “Between the robes, the wands, and the damned house elves, I can’t decide if I’m crazy or everyone else is!”
Jim bit off the urge to retort back sharply. Instead he snagged a piece of toast. “Uh, you signed on to come to a school of witchcraft,” he said. “You didn’t think that was gonna be, y’know, a little weird?”
The boy shrugged, as if acceding the point. “Got no where else to go. My Dad died, my Mom’s miserable-I just wanted to get the hell out of Georgia. Starfleet seemed like an answer at the time.” He passed a plate of Pop-Tarts to Jim, who took one. “My name’s Leonard, Leonard McCoy.”
“Jim, Jim Kirk,” Jim answered. He paused, eye caught by the blue of Leonard’s shirt under his red robes. Something niggled at his memory.
“What?” Leonard wanted to know. He raised one eyebrow suspiciously.
“Nothing,” Jim said hastily. “I just-nothing.” He smiled and saluted the other boy with a glass of orange juice. “Nice to meet you.”
Leonard echoed the gesture, and that was that.
~
“You seem pleased, Professor Pike,” the younger man at the head table said. “Might I ask why?”
Chris Pike beamed at the sight before him-all the new students, but two in particular. “Not just yet, Mister Spock,” he answered. “Just trust me. Things are starting to turn around for us, right now.”
Spock seemed dubious. “As you say, sir.” He had never found it in his best interest to question the Headmaster. After all, Professor Pike was the most brilliant wizard in the world; surely he knew exactly what he was doing.