Story [Star Trek 2009] "as silent stars pay witness", UDC5 - COMPLETE on 9/29/10!!

Jade_eyes: I'm glad you liked them! Chris and Roger was supposed to be a foreshadowing to Roger's lack of fun in the snow on Exo III. lol! Oh yes, she'd have a much better time with Jim. And I adore the dirrection your mind takes - 'Dr. Spock', any time. !!!

Master_Jaina: It's a blast to play around with other characters. And Jim will figure it out soon.

Maggy: Aww, thanks for the nice break-down!

Neinna: Oh, thanks so much for the detailed thoughts. You have to know that I adore them! In the last set about Kirk, it was fun to give his womanizing a more emotional depth. I had a hard time swallowing Shatner's character at times, but this new Kirk . . . his motives and character seem to be so much fuller at times, if that makes any sense.


Thanks to everyone for reading! There will be more in a few!





~MJ

 

Week Eighteen: ?half and half to call we a whole?


086. Steed

Her sister owned a ranch in Washington's mountains. While different from their childhood home in Seattle, Cassandra's home still felt like her home when she visited in the summers.

The first time she brought Sarek with her, she laughed at his first clumsy attempts at horseback riding. By the trip's end, and after some very amused patience from Sandra, he improved tremendously. On their last evening there, she enjoyed sharing a mount with him; the mountains strong behind them, and the setting sun warm over them as she leaned into the feeling of his arms strong and steady around her.



087. Peel

The first time she knows danger as an Ambassador's wife is on the world of Karmii, where the Federation's assistance in their policies hadn't gone over well - at all. While her mind knew that Sarek's reputation and levelheadedness meant that he was a valuable asset to ending the violence, her heart was still in her throat when she heard the blast render through the air.

Her heart was still hammering, hours later, even as she kept her chin tilted up, keeping her voice calm and strong. When she reached over to peel the bloody fabric away from his skin, her fingers shook.



088. Gale

Sometimes, her husband's 'foot in the mouth' disease seemed to rip through a conversation with all of the fierce strength of a gale force wind. In the beginning, Sarek's rather blunt ? but honest ? manner of speaking had been equal parts endearing and frustrating.

And then there were times, when he leaned towards her and whispered in amusement after hearing a snide comment: ?It would be highly illogical to refer to me as 'cold-blooded' when the average body temperature of a Vulcan is at least 7.84 degrees higher than a human's.? that she appreciated his frankness more than he'd ever know.



089. Stylish

She dressed for a conference on Mastas III in a daring black evening gown that emphasized the lushness of her figure. The blackness of the grown, like the space between stars, made her hair shine a dark shade to match, and her eyes swam like ink in contrast to her pale skin. Her lips were a scarlet curve against the white, and they grinned upon seeing the way Sarek's eyes lingered just longer than normal on her appearance.

?You look . . . aesthetically pleasing, Amanda,? were his words, but when he reached out to touch his first two fingers to hers in the ozh'esta, his pulse jumped like quicksilver against her skin.



090. Needed

She tells him one cool night they spent out in the dessert, that she had first started falling for him when he called her by name . . . the warm tenors of his voice caressing the plain syllables of her name to make it something beautiful.

He was silent after her revelation, before drawing her close. She felt a whisper of breath against her ear.

In.

And out.

And then . . . ?Amanda,? was the flutter of breath, the deep resonance of her name on her husband's lips that sent a thrill through her body; tingling up and down her spine before settling low behind her heart, making it whole.



~MJ

 

Jade_eyes: heck yeah, that is a beautiful line! I am glad that you enjoyed all of those - Needed was sooo your fault, you know. With all of your glorious Nyota going all melted over Spock's voice. Like father . . . like son.

Idrelle: Thanks for all of the nice comments! That last one seemed to be a clincher all around.

Daena:


~MJ

 

Only week twenty to go!

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[u][b]Week Nineteen[/b]: [i]?matter of mettle?[/i][/u]


[b]091. Theater[/b]

His eyes were firm on the horizon. His hands on the bike's controls threatened to tremble, but they didn't; they wouldn't.

Until now, he had stumbled from point to point in his life; but this was the first time he would leap for a goal. Steadfast and cocky ? a sure way to greet the world, and that was what he would give Starfleet. The men in uniforms wanted a hero ? the son of a legend. What they would get . . . he wasn't quite sure, honestly.

Life was just a show; and he only had one mask to present to them. What was truly underneath rarely counted, he found.



[b]092. Singing[/b]

?What would you do, if not this?? McCoy asked curiously. This was their first night at the Academy, and already a loose sort of camaraderie existed between them. They were both on their fourth beer, and well past the point where conversation flowed freely.

Jim let the corners of his mouth life into a sardonic, bitter sort of smirk. ?Sing.?

McCoy snorted into his glass. ?Sing??

?Yep ? I have the pipes of an angel.?

?Please, kid ? I don't need a demonstration.?

Kirk shrugged. ?Suit yourself,? he muttered, something playful in his eyes. ?The galaxy will be sore when they figure out what they're missing, though.?



[b]093. Jokes[/b]

This was the thirteenth bar in San Francisco that Kirk would be indefinitely banned from. Fifteen more had him watched when he entered; and two had an outright thirty foot radius that Kirk, by court order, couldn't enter.

McCoy looked seriously over at Jim from where he was helping him stumble back to their dorm. ?Look, kid ? someday you'll realize that jokes and that mouth of yours are only going to get you into trouble.?

Kirk's mouth stretched into a smile, but his eyes were dark. ?Well, I guess I'll just need people like you to help me out when that happens.?



[b]094. Guests[/b]

Eventually, McCoy shouldn't have been surprised when he found his roommate . . . entertaining. And Kirk should know by know that his 'guest' would be tossed her clothes and told to leave.

?Obviously,? Kirk drawled arrogantly, ?someone hasn't entertained with the fairer sex in quote some time. It would help with that stick up your ass.?

McCoy glared, but said honestly: ?I believe that there's one gal for every guy out there ? the trick is just finding her ? and lemme tell you; where you're looking, she won't be found.?

Kirk looked dubious.

?And no ? Jocelyn was not a [i]girl[/i]. She was a soul sucking succubus - with a damn fine lawyer.?



[b]095. Puppets[/b]

The first seconds inside the old Vulcan's mind were chaos. Painful and poignant. The whole of the time, he had felt like a puppet on a string, jerked around by tides and fate . . . and what a faulty copy of a hero he was . . .

. . . and then he felt pride. He felt adoration, even . . . affection.

And such a fierce, burning respect that he almost faltered on the mental field to feel.

This Spock believed he could do all of that ? [i]had[/i] done all of that. Didn't see anything lacking in the copy of another man before him . . .

Slowly, he saw his views begin to crumble.



[b]~MJ[/b] [face_rose]

 

Jade_eyes: Isn't it? I'm glad you enjoyed that set!

Master_Jaina: A revolution, you say? I cannot wait to see some Sarek/Amanda from you!!!! And Chris Pine sings? Force, I have to find that!


The last set will be up in a few.





~MJ

 

And here we are, already at the end of the ride. That is a lovely thought just as it is a depressing one.

This set is for Jade_eyes ? who has been my Star Trek muse, and the best e-sib a gal could have!


And to everyone else who has left their thoughts and taken the time to read my ramblings ? I am honored! and for you. And a candy Jim or Spock for your enjoyment.

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[u][b]Week Twenty[/b]: [i]?and I shall hold you close, as silent stars pay witness to my vow?[/i][/u]


[b]096. Girl[/b]

Aboard the [i]Enterprise[/i], she wondered just what she should call Spock when addressing him to others.

She had never had to think about it before, seeing as only a few knew . . .

[i]Muungwana[/i] . . . her sister had called Spock. Her gentleman.

Gaila's descriptions had been . . . very Gaila. With numerous adjectives thrown in for spice.

And 'boyfriend' sounded so . . . infantile. She didn't feel like a girlfriend . . . the term failed to describe what they were to each other.

So, when Spock introduced her to a fellow scientist on Pasrt as ?my intended?, [i]other half[/i], his mind whispered against hers; she beamed, and inclined her head to the title.



[b]097. Secret[/b]

?According to Starfleet regulations section III, article IV, paragraph ten; this would be deemed as an inappropriate use of Federation public spaces.?

?I'm sure that it was more of a footnote,? she teased.

?It was indeed a paragraph ? five sentences, eighty-seven words, five-hundred-eighteen characters -?

? - Spock??

?Yes, Nyota??

?We can keep it a secret,? she purred the suggestion; one hand stopping the turbolift even as another stole under his uniform top. Her lips were warm against his neck, and his skin was hotter still.

She felt gentle hands trace up her sides, thoughtful. ?There was nothing in the regulations against that.?



[b]098. Blood[/b]

They are ambushed on the planet of Thim; and Nyota holds a wide eyed ensign as his life bled away into her hands. As soon as she returned to the ship, she stumbled blindly to her quarters, horrified by the blood coating her skin as she shed her clothes as if they were smothering her. The spray of the shower helped; but not enough.

A moment later Spock found her; a fierce burst of worry coloring their bond as he asked, ?Nyota? -?

? - It's not my blood,? she interrupted miserably.

She felt his sorrow at the back of her mind before feeling strong hands help her wash the blood away.



[b]099. Magic[/b]

After they wed on New Vulcan, they spend the next week on the romantic world of Vestas Vii. The tropical planet had a small moon that had a station that ran tours to a star cluster a parsec away. Here, infant orbs of light in their first century of life shone like diamonds all around ? and one could take glass repulsororbs out to observe the stars as if you were one of them.

It was one of the most unique experiences of her life . . . made whole by the man at her side; and the mind that was incredibly open to hers . . . with only the stars to pay witness.



[b]100. Slayer[/b]

?I mean, think about it ? we already know of two alternate realities. Remember that delicious version of you with the goatee . . .?

?Which shall [i]stay[/i] in another universe.?

?Fine,? she pouted, stroking a finger thoughtfully over his face. ?But, really ? there could be hundreds of versions of us ? as Dragon Riders, or Jedi . . . or Vampire slayers, even!?

?Vampire slayers?? Spock echoed dutifully.

?Sure, I mean ? I could be convinced to fight the forces of evil if you were by my side.?

He placed a hand over hers; trapping it. ?You are the key word in any of those worlds,? he whispered; and she fell all over again.



[b]~MJ[/b] [face_rose]