Story [Star Trek 2009] "Far to Go", UDC4, FINISHED on 6/20/10!!!

You all are just plain wonderful. With a capitol 'w.' Seriously. I need to get some replies out to I turn into contented goo.

RX_Sith: Precisely.

brodiew: I am thrilled that you enjoyed these, since I personally hold you as official fanon of the couple.

Jade_eyes: I will soooo take Christine and Jim now. Gloss over the fiancee . . . Spock's taken . . . and all is right in the world!! Thanks again for your wonderful reviews, they light up my day every time!!

DaenaBenjen42: Wow, you sure know how to spoil!! I won't lie - I had a blast reading through all of your thoughts. Thanks for taking the time to write all that out!! PMs are a definate.

~MJ

 

Week Nine: ?Roots?


041. Necklace

Kirk is six years old when Winona meets Frank.

It's the eve of her first date, and it's his job to help her get ready since his older brother wants no part of it.

She's been at her dressing table for over an hour when she moved to unclasp the locket that was always around her neck. Inside, he knew, there was a moving picture of the father he had never known. When tears filled her eyes, he hesitantly got up, and wrapped his arms around her neck . . . trying his best to fix a pain that he didn't yet understand.


042. Earrings

Nyota Uhura's first time off planet is to a small world called Catian Prime. It's a vacation planet, filled with exotic spices in the air, and mountains on the horizon. She is seven years old, and the sounds of the different dialects thrill her to her toes as she asks her father to translate as many as he can.

A Bajorian trader is selling earrings. Chuckling at Nyota's wide eyes upon hearing the clicking dialect, her mother picked out a gently curving white pair.

?Here,? she said, fastening them to her daughter's ears. ?You have a gift, child. Cherish that.?


043. Watch

Spock is almost five years old when he realizes that his mother is different.

It isn't her appearance that tells him this ? he knows that she is 'human', and he's heard that word muttered when adults think he can't hear often enough to know that that's something bad. But no - it's the looks that show clearly on her face that set her apart.

He asks her about it once, softly fingering the curving corners of her mouth with a curious frown. ?What is this, Mother??

?It's a smile, dear,? she tells him. When she speaks the smile only grows larger.


044. Belt

There's a thick belt of stars across the night sky.

He doesn't notice it, not with his mind pleasurably consumed with Theoretical Physics. The PADD demanding his attention made him oblivious to the ball of snow coming right his way.

There was the sound of laughter from his elder sister. ?It amazes me, Pavel, how you go on and on about your physics, and yet, you can't take any time to look up at what you're studying.?

He smiled sheepishly, and out of the corner of his eyes he looked up while studiously cleaning off his PADD with reverent fingers.


045. Ring

?Haha'ue! Chichi'ue! Did you see how fast they were going?!?

The child's voice, normally mellow and soft, broke along the edges as he leaned over the railing to see the hoverbikes racing in the ring below. Even this far up in the grandstands, the ground vibrated as the agile machines thundered past the obstacles the course threw at them, never breaking their truly impressive speed.

Eyes glinting, Hikaru's hands wove in front of him as he imagined the pilot's yoke in his hands and the roar of the wind in his ears.

Behind him, his parents traded a bemused smile.


~MJ

 

Sorry for the delay in getting all of these up. I'm a lazy writer.

Jade_eyes: Thanks!!

DaenaBenjen42: I understand the being booted from the computer. Thanks for taking the time to leave your thoughts.

brodiew: Dangit, I'm smiling like a loon now. Watch was my fave as well, for much the same reasons. Thanks for the wonderful remarks!

RX_Sith: Spot on oberservations with each of those. Thanks for that!!

NYCityGurl: Aww! *hands tissue*

~MJ

 

A bit of fun with these, I hope you enjoy.

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[b][u]Week Ten - [i]?A Fact Universally Acknowledged?[/i][/u]


46. A Mere Dispute[/b]

The problem, Amanda Grayson mused ruefully, with arguing with a Vulcan . . . was the lack of actual [i]arguing[/i] involved. For her husband it was a simple dispute, some puzzle to solve by logically stated facts and cool detachment.

Well, she was human, and for her emotional make-up, it was [i]healthy[/i] to shout and rave . . . every once in a while, anyway. For a ?logical? being, Sarek sure could push her buttons.

Wasting no time storming from the room in a grand display of just how [i]human[/i] she could be, she tossed her head and thought: [i]men[/i].

Some things never changed, no matter the species.


[b]47. The Whole 'verse Round[/b]

Amanda wasted no time in storming mightily from the room, drawing her son's eye in her wake. Spock regarded her retreat with his his head tilted curiously, his dark eyes blinking long and slow.

?So, this is a human tendency?? the child questioned hesitantly.

Sarek paused carefully. On any other man, the look he wore would have been that of a well known and age old frustration. ?No,? he answered, ?it is not a human tendency.?

Spock frowned.

?It is a completely female one that transverses all races ? do well to remember that.?

?Oh,? the child responded, still completely lost.


[b]48. Empathy[/b]

Well . . . fights between the couple were always interesting. Both coolly precise, and outwardly calm; the two would whisper fiercely in rapid verse, her annoyed gaze, and his clenched hands the only indication that a problem even existed.

Unfortunately, Kirk could never keep up with them long enough to figure out where the 'discussions' stemmed from. They would switch dialects ? from Uhura's native Swahili, to Spock's crisp Vulcan, and when Uhura was really, [i]really[/i] angry, the Klingon language would start making an appearance.

. . . When that happened, it was usually smart to drop the whole idea of eavesdropping in the first place.


[b]49. A Mere Discussion[/b]

They were at odds again.

Uhura called it arguing. He calmly disagreed ? it was merely a . . . spirited [i]discussion[/i], and while he was resigned to a certain amount of . . . [i]discussions[/i] in their relationship, he really wished that she would keep them more discreet. The mess hall was certainly not the time, nor place.

Something told him that he should have [i]made it[/i] the time and place once she stormed from the room, a violent string of . . . creative Klingon curses spilling behind her. While her ire he could deal with, the hurt frustration it masked stung more than he would have imagined.


[b]50. A Lesson Learned[/b]

Sarek's eyes turned from the retreating Lieutenant to where his son was watching her departure with barely restrained confusion. He took a sip of his tea as he thought of his wife, gone now, but so much like the woman his son was clearly struggling to put his feelings into words for.

Sometimes, he knew, the verbalization of such emotions was not necessarily a bad thing. If it was the logical thing to secure her happiness, then it was needed.

And faced with the regret of how much he wished he'd said to Amanda, he tells his son so now.

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

 

Jade_eyes: Whew! That was fun to read!! And I know what you mean about wanting things longer. Actually, part of these are taken from a certain chapter of a certain something that should be going up most soon, certainly speaking. Thanks for being such an encouragement, as always.

NYCityGurl: Thanks! It sure was fun, the way they played out.

RX_Sith: Exactly! Spot on!

DaenaBenjen42: It's so good to see you in this thread too. Thank-you for leaving your thoughts!

brodiew: Thanks!!

~MJ

 

I could not pick a direction to go in for this week to save my life.

So y'all get a bit of everything.

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[b][u]Week Eleven - [i]?Life Amongst the Distant Stars?[/i][/u]


51. Bite the Bullet[/b]

?You've got to be kidding me.?

?C'mon, Bones! Just this once!??

?Dammit Jim, I'm a Doctor, not a wingman!?

?And now you're both!? with a shove, Jim propelled his CMO towards the flaxen haired beauty at the bar.

Bones slumped miserably on the stool next to Christine Chapel. ?I'm sorry,? he informed her, ?but our idiot of a Captain wants to take you to dinner, and has conveniently forgotten the fact that we are all no longer in grade school.?

Later, when the couple left, McCoy took a shot, and mumbled, ?You'd never catch him doing that to the [i]Vulcan[/i].?


[b]52. Break the Ice[/b]

When Uhura first met the woman ? blonde, beautiful, and with enough curves to her anatomy to draw [i]many[/i] a male eye, and a uniform that didn't [i]seem[/i] to be regulation, she had only been slightly annoyed.

The annoyance lingered, unacknowledged, and yet . . .

She wasn't royally ticked off until she saw the nurse eying Spock long and slow out of the corner of her eyes.

Later, after her shift, Uhura looped an arm over Christine's shoulders. ?Let me tell you all about our Captain.?

Their . . . handsome, charismatic, and very [i]single[/i] Captain.

Never let it be said that Nyota Uhura wasn't brilliant.


[b]53. Knock On Wood[/b]

?Preliminary reports suggest . . .?

Kirk nodded politely at his first officer, as he swirled back and forth on his chair, fighting the urge to laugh.

? . . . due to the abnormal amount of gravitational activity in the area . . .?

And it was annoying Spock to no end. Well . . . as much as one could truly [i]annoy[/i] him.

Kirk was trying to beat his record of three twitches in one conversation.

? . . . that the sensors ? Captain. Could you please restrain your movements??

?Movements? Oh! You mean [i]this[/i]?? Kirk swirled his chair, just a bit more obnoxiously than previous.

There was the forth twitch.

Yes . . . he had [i]skills[/i].


[b]54. Off The Hook[/b]

It hit her later, after the adrenaline and the shock wore off, how close she had come to dying along with the [i]Farragut's[/i] crew.

The pained, spine tingling relief, mixed with her grief was a strange cocktail of emotions, coursing through her mind into is. He tightened his arms around her, just slightly, sensing the black shift in her mood.

?You know that I would've haunted you for that one,? she murmured against his shoulder.

The statement is illogical, but the half of him that appreciated it also whispered on a choked breath, ?I would not have tolerated any less.?


[b]55. Backseat Driver[/b]

?I do believe that we are officially lost.?

?I know where I am going!?

?Sure you do, hon,? Christine patted Jim's leg condescendingly. ?But you should have turned right two blocks ago.?

Kirk just glared.

Nyota smiled at the couple from her place in the backseat of the hovercraft. ?They're too cute,? she remarked to the man at her side, fully prepared to lean back and let the two bicker their way to their destination -

?Technically, both of you are in the wrong, seeing as how . . .?

- or not.

Nyota rolled her eyes, and wondered who had let Kirk drive anyway.


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

 

Jade_eyes: LOL!! That makes two of us, gal.

RX_Sith: She most definitely is not. Thanks for reading!!

NYCityGurl: They're a favorite of mine too. Thanks for reading!!

DaenaBenjen42: LOL! Loved your thoughts, as always.

brodiew: Gosh darnit, but you really know how to spoil an author. Thanks for that! I enjoyed every word.


~MJ

 

This week is a bit . . . darker, than usual. And it's not exactly what I expected . . . but if I work on it any longer my laptop just may go ape on me, and that won't do.

Enjoy.

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[b][u]Week Twelve - [i]?Not all Light is Sunshine in Space?[/i][/u]


56. Saint[/b]

Her first real disaster in space happened a year into their mission, on a religious colony on Gevein Prime.

The alien race, while peaceful, had a vein of fanatics who were against everything Starfleet ? and it's [i]human[/i] division, in particular - had to offer.

Kirk disappeared about halfway through the proceedings, causing fear to spike in her breast in a most alarming way. Anger, tangible and raw, fueled her as a repentant acolyte lead her through the musty catacombs to where Kirk was being kept.

And it was that rage, horrified and burning, that kept her upright when she found him.


[b]57. Sinner[/b]

Her pulse was hammering in her wrists. Her mouth was ash dry, even as she formed the shaking words to whisper into her communicator.

Spock, on the other side of the complex, was firm in his orders for her to stay put. No doubt he could fell her blacker emotions, and without thinking she cut back on the thoughts she was leaking to him, letting only cool, icy sensation run through her mind.

Bloodied, weary from the loss, and slumped over against his restraints; was her Captain, her [i]friend[/i] - who could barely keep his head up to look at her.


[b]58. Savior[/b]

In a ring, a group of zealots chanted. The room was pitch black, with flames hanging like artificial starlight everywhere. There were candles burning in ornate patterns, leaving the heavy stench of incense on the air, clogging her nose.

Her rudimentary grasp of the language clued her in to some of the proceedings, and the disgust she heard there made her stomach roll.

And when one alien ? the leader from the looks of it, dressed in gaudy ceremonial robes - held a wickedly sharp looking blade to Kirk's throat.

She didn't think first -

. . . she [i]acted[/i].

Dully, she heard the body fall.


[b]59. Killer[/b]

The rest of the proceedings were a blur.

The zealots firing back . . .

. . . the pure adrenaline keeping her alive . . .

. . . the fear that they didn't(couldn't) teach at Starfleet . . .

. . . and the queasy guilt.

Oh, God, she [i]killed[/i] a man!

Gone.

[i]Forever.[/i]

When Spock rushed in with a security detail, she had been beyond grateful. She was useless at this point in the fight, and was thankful when one of McCoy's medic's snapped for her assistance in getting Kirk down from his restraints.

Her hands were trembling, and yet . . . they were stained with nothing more than the blood that only she could see.


[b]60. Martyr[/b]

?Will he be okay?? she asked McCoy weakly, hours later.

?You think Jim's stubborn enough to be taken down by this??

She snorts, as required, but the note of fear in the man's voice chilled her.

Kirk chuckled weakly at both of them, taking her hand as she passed. ?Thanks for saving my butt back there . . . that was one cause I did not want to be a martyr for.?

When his hand wrapped over hers, there was something a lot like absolution in his eyes.

?Any time,? she whispered.

She isn't sorry.

[i]Not nearly.[/i]

. . . but she just can't stop shaking.


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