Captain James T. Kirk (TOS)

Just lost my partner for my TOS muses, so I’m putting their accounts on hiatus. 

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Yet suddenly Jim’s face light up in a way reminiscent of sunlight and Spock was briefly rendered breathless. That was not logical either. “So I am told,” he confirmed. He had vague memories of the Enterprise, of his blue uniform. Of the rift with his father over his decision to join Starfleet, which Sarek seemed to have forgotten of late. “I would be interested to hear some of these stories. It has been suggested that I attempt to re-familiarize myself with my past in order to ‘trigger’ previous memories. If you are comfortable with the action, it would be most beneficial to discuss such things.”

He hesitated, glancing at Jim’s hands on his arms. He wasn’t displeased to find them there. Rather, his warmth was felt through Spock’s clothing, and he felt a strange sense of comfort. This must have been a repeated gesture in their knowing of one another. “May I request something of you?” He continued without waiting long for the answer. For some reason he knew that Jim would have given him anything if he asked for it. “I have recently recalled something quite distantly. I remembered it when I was speaking with my father some days ago but I had not believed it to be a true memory. Yet under my scrutiny, it remains vivid.” He paused slightly, bringing the memory forward. Jim’s hair had been more golden then, but he was certain it was him. “My father was dying. I was required to save his life, but I could not. You risked your own life to ensure that I could save him. Did this happen?”

Spock liked who he was. Spock loved who he was. And that was the man he needed to be right now—not the nervous idiot he was becoming.

“Let’s go sit down. It’s a long story,” he said, as he moved to Spock’s side and slipped his arm through the Vulcan’s so they could walk arm in arm. “And my knee’s still a mess from my fight with that Klingon bastard.”

Once they were settled, Jim sitting close enough to Spock that their hips and thighs were pressed against each other’s on a flattened rock that probably hundreds of Vulcan butts had smoothed over the centuries, he told Spock about the journey to Babel and how it brought him and his family together once more. “I had to do it, Spock. I couldn’t let you lose your father.”

// I should be back this weekend. Might take me awhile to get back to speed with the muses, but there is a shining light at the end of the tunnel. I seriously miss you guys. 

<3 Lee

He did know one thing - he didn’t like this at all. He was scared and there wasn’t even anywhere to hide.

Behind him Spock and Scotty were pouring over the transporter and computer, trying to figure out what happened. Scott was sputtering and muttering, and Spock was stoic and precise as always. “There seems to have been a power fluctuation,” Spock offered. “Mr. Scott and I will need to do more research to discover what went wrong—and to find a solution.”

“Good idea,” he said over his shoulder. Holding out his hand to McCoy, Jim turned up the smile. “How about you come with me? We should make sure you’re OK. OK?”

Phase I tests shows she’s exceeded all design expectations. Then let’s begin Phase II.

The doctor stopped and looked down at his best friend. Biobeds were all good for giving information, but there was so much he could tell about a man just looking at their body. Jim was cleaned up of all the scratches and bruises, but he looked stiff, uncomfortable, and his expression was far grumpier than normal. He was clearly in pain. Leonard rested a gentle hand on the captain’s shoulder and gave a half hearted smile. 

“It was like in one of those old cartoons where a lightbulb goes off above your head for an idea. Suddenly I remembered what I needed.” His let his eyes close for a moment while he collected his thoughts. “But what really happened when I took the Gorn out was I suddenly realized how incredibly childish I felt for what I’d done. We went after them in anger, out of vengeance, and it was the wrong thing to do.”

Jim gave up on resting on his arm when his hand started to go numb and rolled back over to stare up at the ceiling. “The Metrons rubbed our nose in our mess like we were bad puppies. I can still smell the shit. That’s not the person I want to be. The kind of captain and representative of the Federation that I’m supposed to be. Diplomacy, communication, I should’ve tried to talk to them before I tried to kill them. Yes, they acted rashly, but that didn’t mean I should have. I was wrong, Bones. I was wrong.”