Star Trek: George and Winona - Just Maybe - Chapter 1: The First Awkward Steps.
fandom: Star Trek (Reboot!)
title: Just Maybe - Chapter 1: The First Awkward Steps.
character(s)/pairing(s): George Samuel Kirk and Winona Samuels
rating: Teen
warning(s): canon-love, language(minor), crap writing itself, unbeta'd
summary: George confesses to Winona his feelings of love.
disclaimer: I don't own anything about Star Trek. Nor will I ever.
author's note: I wrote this with my lover (
shabbyself* -- a wonderful writer) in mind. I don’t know, I like George and Winona but… Eh. So, canon says Winona was never enlisted in Starfleet, she was married to George in Riverside at age nineteen and she gave birth to Sam first in 2230 (August 6). However, I don’t like that spontaneous meeting in a small town that no one wants to be in so I set it in StarfleetAcademy, a place where fraternization is punishable by suspension or expulsion and no one gives a damn. Plus, it’s set in the big San Fran. Winona is studying to become a navigator, hoping for a position on the USS Farragut. George is studying to be a captain.
Oh, and, like his son, George is pretty much a ladies’ man. He just doesn’t capitalize on it. And Winona is unlike any other woman he’s ever come in contact with.
- - -
George couldn’t keep his gaze on the data padd in front of him. There was a much better looking creature just across the ancient oaken table than the astrophysics work he had been studying for the past hour. She had smiled, whispered an apology for her disturbance as she sat, and immediately began working on what looked like a navigation essay.
“My name’s George,” he blurted out. His response was a surprised glance from rain-blue eyes and a mouthed name, ‘Winona’.
And a comfortable silence wrapped itself around them as the time passed. He kept stealing glances of this Winona, not getting enough of her light blonde hair and how her lips seemed to round and stick out while she was in deep thought. He just wanted to reach out and smooth the crease that formed between her brows as she tapped the screen furiously.
Maybe an hour passed before George could actually focus on his work.
Winona stood, hardly making a sound besides a muted beep as she shut down her padd, and grinned. “It was nice meeting you, George. I’ll see you around.” She held out her hand. Hesitantly, George returned the gesture, almost wincing away at the contact; it felt like an electric current. And then she just spun away and left. And his eyes stayed glued to that nice ass under the short uniform skirt.
*
The next time they saw each other, it was in a much less convenient way. George had been ordered to an admiral’s office, for what he didn’t know, and in his haste, he had taken the turn too sharply and sent a light body sprawling across the floor. How cliché, he thought as he tried to pick up the books and padds littered around his feet.
“George?”
He halted his actions as the voice searched through his brain for the matching face. Risking more humiliation, he allowed his gaze to drift up her cloth-darkened legs, up to her hips and waist that were wrapped snuggly in standard issue red cotton, and before his mind could drift any further into the realm he saved for his dorm room, he jumped to her face. It held wide rain colored eyes, the same ones he had lost his breath to maybe a week ago, and full, slightly upturned lips.
It clicked. “Winona?” Heat radiated from his neck and it crept along his jaw, around his nose and halted to allow him to glow red. “Oh, I’m really sorry.” A frustrated sigh escaped him.
A moment passed before Winona’s chime-like laugh filled the hall. “You’re cute. It’s okay; thank you picking all of that up.” She nodded to the books in his arms. “And I kind of need ‘em back.”
Nearly dropping the padds on top, George set the items gingerly into her outstretched arms, grinning as he did. Something was odd about this woman. Sure, George was considered by many as a ladies’ man and he loved hitting on women at the bars but he didn’t get that same feeling he usually got when he was with Winona. It was something completely different.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, gripping at the back of his neck.
“Do you want to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”
Without a moment’s thought, he spat out a “yes”, gave her a startlingly wide grin, and hustled off to just escape because, oh right, he had that admiral to see.
*
It’d only be the next evening when George was putting on his dress uniform that he realized that he never gotten a time or place to meet his ‘hot date’, as his roommate had put it. Silently cursing himself, he continued dressing, finally agreeing to wait at the hallway they last saw each other and if she wasn’t there, he’d search her out the next day and apologize for being an a-hole and not taking her to dinner.
The hall was strangely welcoming in the warm Californian night, its open archways giving passage for the heated breezes as they brought gifts of broken leaves and the smell of the ocean. And they offered a view of the large city not far from the water’s edge, San Francisco. It was actually rather bright compared to its surroundings and the hustle and bustle of the night could be heard from the Academy.
The bell tolled somewhere in the main city. Eight thirty. Ten more minutes and he’d head back to his room.
“Hey there, farm boy.”
George spun around to meet those sparklingly warm eyes. “Hi. Sorry…” His gaze drifted down to find she was clad in a shimmering gold, knee-length dress, one that complimented her hair and skin quite nicely. “I feel overdressed. You look… so beautiful.”
He watched her face darken a shade of red and he could barely stifle the reactive grin. “Thank you, George. You look rather dashing yourself.” A wink.
“So, um, where would you like to go, pretty lady?” he asked, offering his hand. After a moment, she took it, curling her fingers into his warm palm. And it all seemed to fit like puzzle pieces-him and her, it was just meant by fate.
*
George flashed his departing date a warm grin before retreating to his dorm. The evening glow that once was had become the deepest purple covering the city and sea, something he’d relish in if it were any other night. But, of course, it wasn’t any other night. It was the best night he’d had in such a long time. His hot date happened to be very intelligent, she wanted to be a navigator, and she always listened intently when he decided to speak. Winona also had a wonderful sense of humour and she practically made up for the lack of sun when she laughed, or even simply smiled.
“How was the date?” his roommate asked when George sprawled as best he could across the twin sized bed.
“Perfect.” And then he was asleep.
*
End Chapter 1: The First Awkward Steps.
Chapter Two: Gaining You Bearing soon to come.
title: Just Maybe - Chapter 1: The First Awkward Steps.
character(s)/pairing(s): George Samuel Kirk and Winona Samuels
rating: Teen
warning(s): canon-love, language(minor), crap writing itself, unbeta'd
summary: George confesses to Winona his feelings of love.
disclaimer: I don't own anything about Star Trek. Nor will I ever.
author's note: I wrote this with my lover (
shabbyself* -- a wonderful writer) in mind. I don’t know, I like George and Winona but… Eh. So, canon says Winona was never enlisted in Starfleet, she was married to George in Riverside at age nineteen and she gave birth to Sam first in 2230 (August 6). However, I don’t like that spontaneous meeting in a small town that no one wants to be in so I set it in StarfleetAcademy, a place where fraternization is punishable by suspension or expulsion and no one gives a damn. Plus, it’s set in the big San Fran. Winona is studying to become a navigator, hoping for a position on the USS Farragut. George is studying to be a captain.
Oh, and, like his son, George is pretty much a ladies’ man. He just doesn’t capitalize on it. And Winona is unlike any other woman he’s ever come in contact with.
- - -
George couldn’t keep his gaze on the data padd in front of him. There was a much better looking creature just across the ancient oaken table than the astrophysics work he had been studying for the past hour. She had smiled, whispered an apology for her disturbance as she sat, and immediately began working on what looked like a navigation essay.
“My name’s George,” he blurted out. His response was a surprised glance from rain-blue eyes and a mouthed name, ‘Winona’.
And a comfortable silence wrapped itself around them as the time passed. He kept stealing glances of this Winona, not getting enough of her light blonde hair and how her lips seemed to round and stick out while she was in deep thought. He just wanted to reach out and smooth the crease that formed between her brows as she tapped the screen furiously.
Maybe an hour passed before George could actually focus on his work.
Winona stood, hardly making a sound besides a muted beep as she shut down her padd, and grinned. “It was nice meeting you, George. I’ll see you around.” She held out her hand. Hesitantly, George returned the gesture, almost wincing away at the contact; it felt like an electric current. And then she just spun away and left. And his eyes stayed glued to that nice ass under the short uniform skirt.
*
The next time they saw each other, it was in a much less convenient way. George had been ordered to an admiral’s office, for what he didn’t know, and in his haste, he had taken the turn too sharply and sent a light body sprawling across the floor. How cliché, he thought as he tried to pick up the books and padds littered around his feet.
“George?”
He halted his actions as the voice searched through his brain for the matching face. Risking more humiliation, he allowed his gaze to drift up her cloth-darkened legs, up to her hips and waist that were wrapped snuggly in standard issue red cotton, and before his mind could drift any further into the realm he saved for his dorm room, he jumped to her face. It held wide rain colored eyes, the same ones he had lost his breath to maybe a week ago, and full, slightly upturned lips.
It clicked. “Winona?” Heat radiated from his neck and it crept along his jaw, around his nose and halted to allow him to glow red. “Oh, I’m really sorry.” A frustrated sigh escaped him.
A moment passed before Winona’s chime-like laugh filled the hall. “You’re cute. It’s okay; thank you picking all of that up.” She nodded to the books in his arms. “And I kind of need ‘em back.”
Nearly dropping the padds on top, George set the items gingerly into her outstretched arms, grinning as he did. Something was odd about this woman. Sure, George was considered by many as a ladies’ man and he loved hitting on women at the bars but he didn’t get that same feeling he usually got when he was with Winona. It was something completely different.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, gripping at the back of his neck.
“Do you want to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”
Without a moment’s thought, he spat out a “yes”, gave her a startlingly wide grin, and hustled off to just escape because, oh right, he had that admiral to see.
*
It’d only be the next evening when George was putting on his dress uniform that he realized that he never gotten a time or place to meet his ‘hot date’, as his roommate had put it. Silently cursing himself, he continued dressing, finally agreeing to wait at the hallway they last saw each other and if she wasn’t there, he’d search her out the next day and apologize for being an a-hole and not taking her to dinner.
The hall was strangely welcoming in the warm Californian night, its open archways giving passage for the heated breezes as they brought gifts of broken leaves and the smell of the ocean. And they offered a view of the large city not far from the water’s edge, San Francisco. It was actually rather bright compared to its surroundings and the hustle and bustle of the night could be heard from the Academy.
The bell tolled somewhere in the main city. Eight thirty. Ten more minutes and he’d head back to his room.
“Hey there, farm boy.”
George spun around to meet those sparklingly warm eyes. “Hi. Sorry…” His gaze drifted down to find she was clad in a shimmering gold, knee-length dress, one that complimented her hair and skin quite nicely. “I feel overdressed. You look… so beautiful.”
He watched her face darken a shade of red and he could barely stifle the reactive grin. “Thank you, George. You look rather dashing yourself.” A wink.
“So, um, where would you like to go, pretty lady?” he asked, offering his hand. After a moment, she took it, curling her fingers into his warm palm. And it all seemed to fit like puzzle pieces-him and her, it was just meant by fate.
*
George flashed his departing date a warm grin before retreating to his dorm. The evening glow that once was had become the deepest purple covering the city and sea, something he’d relish in if it were any other night. But, of course, it wasn’t any other night. It was the best night he’d had in such a long time. His hot date happened to be very intelligent, she wanted to be a navigator, and she always listened intently when he decided to speak. Winona also had a wonderful sense of humour and she practically made up for the lack of sun when she laughed, or even simply smiled.
“How was the date?” his roommate asked when George sprawled as best he could across the twin sized bed.
“Perfect.” And then he was asleep.
*
End Chapter 1: The First Awkward Steps.
Chapter Two: Gaining You Bearing soon to come.