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Assumptions, (1/1)
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vlbuehle Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: Kirk/Spock, Kirk/McCoy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~4,200
Disclaimer: I can keep dreaming, right?
Summary: Full prompt below cut, but basically? Raped!Jim, accusing!Spock which leads to "I'm not taking this shit!Jim."
A/N: Yes! I got one done! Only--(checks)--24 more pages of prompts to go, plus the entire 'verse this is spawning. The first Jim/Bones-centric should be up later tonight, for any who are interested.
Full Prompt: I know, there has been lot of raped!kirk prompts but we need more H/C and more badass Jim. Kirk wake up somewhere with no idea how he got there and covered with wounds (with several awkwardly located if you catch my meaning). nu!Spock is more hotheaded than Prime, so he break up immediately with his captain and explain calmly the situation to the others "the captain decided to seek sexual congress with others people. I logically ended our relationship". When asked why it happened Spock simply said that all kirk could say up to this point was that he got drunk on shore leave.
Insert McCoy not agreeing (he was Kirk wingman, he knows his drunk habits pretty well : kirk never slept with a girl/man if the person was in a relationship and when he had a girlfriend/boyfriend he Always broke up with them before getting with someone else even if he was dead ass drunk. In fact there was this time when he had called his boyfriend of a month three sheets to the wind to break up with him "I'm breaking up. Gonna sleep with someone else. Man is she hot. Sorry!!").
Jim gets some horrible flashback that explain his wounds and start being pissed off with everyone for believing the worst of him. Tell Bones. Since the flashback are triggering older memories they decide to get him back on earth for therapy. The Enterprise get assigned a new captain and CMO. When they get back 3 years later at the end of the mission, it's to learn that kirk the StarFleet Goldenboy helped catch a band of rapist, that he got married to the CMO and that he's currently captaining another ship with amazing results (lot more than enterprise).
The moment he walked into Jim’s quarters, he saw the marks, bruises in the form of someone’s mouth peeking past the neckline of the loose t-shirt Jim wore. If that wasn’t proof enough, he could smell the reek of others all over the man he’d thought was his t’hy’la.
Obviously, he had been mistaken. Jim saw him in the mirror and froze, and Spock felt a brief surge of pleasure at the guilt flickering in blue, blue eyes. “Spock,” the captain began, and the half-Vulcan arched a brow.
“You have partaken of sexual intercourse with others,” he said, making no attempt to hide his disgust.
“It’s not what you think.”
“The evidence speaks for itself, Captain, and quite conclusively at that. Although there are more appropriate ways to terminate our relationship,” Spock informed him, turning to the main room and beginning to gather the few belongings he’d brought from his quarters. It wasn’t much, aside from a few science blue tunics hanging next to command gold in the closet; their quarters were right down the corridor and he had logically protested Jim’s attempts to convince him to go through the time and effort of moving his belongings a few yards from his quarters to Jim’s. It had clearly been the correct decision in light of the circumstances.
“What?” The captain had the effrontery to sound…surprised. “Spock, I was drunk and I don’t remember what happened. Hell, I don’t even remember drinking that much! I don’t want to terminate our relationship!”
His clothing had been gathered, and a visual check of the room assured him he hadn’t forgotten anything. “I fail to see why you would expect me to remain in a committed relationship with an unstable and compulsive liar who is utterly incapable of commitment, Captain. If that is all.” He turned as the captain stared at him, pale-faced and stricken, and walked out.
The Enterprise was, for all its size, essentially a small, enclosed community and word traveled fast. The handful of crewmen making their way through the corridors all noted the blue uniform tops draped over Spock’s arm and the more impassive than usual look on the man’s face, and reached the conclusion that things had blown up between the First Officer and the Captain. From there it didn’t take long for most to assume that it had been Kirk’s fault; the man’s reputation as a slut was spread across half the galaxy, after all, and the other half hadn’t heard of him yet. And there were few able to stretch their minds enough to imagine that it was Spock at fault, not when even his ex, Lieutenant Uhura, had only glowing things to say about him.
The captain was scheduled for gamma shift, a lingering concession to his tendencies to become thoroughly intoxicated when in the company of Dr. McCoy during his shore leave, which left beta shift to Spock. It was no surprise when a hush fell over the bridge as he entered, and he inclined his head briefly at the sympathetic look Nyota gave him, her eyes furious. Nor did he miss the uncomfortable looks traded between Mr. Chekov and Mr. Sulu.
Halfway through his shift, the turbolift hissed open and Dr. McCoy emerged, brows tight as he glared at Spock. “What the hell’s goin’ on?” the doctor inquired tersely. “Half my Sickbay’s buzzing with the news that you dumped Jim, and they’re sayin’ he did something to deserve it.”
“Indeed.” Spock wasn’t one to badmouth the captain unnecessarily, but he wasn’t going to lie either. He noted the curious looks being shot at him from the entire bridge staff and frowned briefly; obviously the crew would not cease until rumors had been confirmed or denied, and he did not intend to take blame that was not his to bear. Jim had chosen; logically, he could not be unaware there would be repercussions as a result of his actions.
“What the hell are you sayin’?” McCoy’s voice had gotten softer and his drawl had thickened, both warning signs that his temper was deteriorating rapidly. Spock arched a brow at him.
“The Captain engaged in sexual intercourse with others,” he said clearly. “Accordingly, I have terminated our relationship.”
The doctor’s eyes narrowed. “Bullshit,” he enunciated with precision. “Jim does not cheat on his lovers. Never has, never will. He always ends it before he gets with someone else.”
The doctor was regrettably irrational whenever the captain came up, and clearly this was not an exception to that rule. But the rest of the bridge crew was frowning, and Spock found himself heartened as they obviously took his side. Nyota’s hand was warm on his shoulder as she frowned at the doctor.
“The only explanation the Captain has offered is that he was quite intoxicated. I do not find this reason compelling,” Spock explained further, and McCoy glowered at him.
“Jim always breaks up with his lovers before he moves on, even if he’s skunk drunk,” he asserted firmly, and Spock cocked his head.
“I assure you, Doctor, your protests not withstanding, that is not the case here. My relationship with the Captain is over, nor is it any of your business.”
“Of course it’s over,” Nyota insisted, dark eyes snapping as McCoy glared at them all before throwing up his hands and stalking off the bridge, doubtless to track the captain down and confront him. Her voice dropped as the turbolift doors shut. “Spock, I’m so sorry.”
He turned to her. “Thank you, Nyota. Your support is appreciated.”
Her support was not the first he received that day. Word spread quickly, and more than one crew member stopped in the corridors to offer their condolences. Nyota had lingered for the start of Kirk’s shift, and she appeared at his door with fresh salad for them both and a smug smile as she explained in detail the frigid atmosphere that had permeated the bridge, and Kirk’s withdrawal in the face of the crew’s nearly unanimous disapproval. Chief Engineer Scott, Lieutenant Gaila, and Dr. McCoy maintained a frigid demeanor whenever circumstances required they interact with Spock, but they were the only outliers amongst the entire crew, and he had no difficulties in ignoring their unspoken disapproval.
As the days passed, Spock maintained a strictly professional demeanor whenever he was forced to deal with the Captain personally. Nor was he the only one; he was both surprised and…pleased at the depth of the crew’s regard for him, and Nyota was not the only one with an open edge of contempt whenever she dealt with Kirk. Nor was she the only one who hesitated briefly before following his orders, often looking to Spock for affirmation.
Spock was not surprised when Kirk asked him to take the Captain’s proper shift as well as his own four days after Kirk had destroyed their relationship, and Spock agreed with quiet satisfaction that the Captain no longer dared show his face on the bridge. He was not foolish enough to think it would last, but it was pleasant to work with the crew without their unvoiced contempt of the Captain tainting the bridge.
He was aware of human customs governing adultery, and thus far Kirk had seemed to behave as Spock had anticipated, showing a proper degree of shame in response to the crew’s clear anger against him. It was something of a surprise to find him seated calmly in his chair at the start of Alpha shift on the seventh day, directly before the Enterprise was to dock at Starbase 46 as per Admiral Pike’s latest orders. Spock hesitated as the Captain swiveled his chair to glance at him, none of the guilty confusion that had become typical for Kirk in those hot blue eyes that scorched him briefly before skimming over the rest of the crew, and the uneasy shift Nyota made under that hot gaze assured him he was not the only one so disconcerted. Dr. McCoy, on the other hand, stood at the captain’s back looking rather pleased. The captain waited until his ship docked with the space station before he rose, and the bridge slowly fell silent, another contrast to the previous instant hushes that came when the Captain spoke to his crew.
Jim didn’t appear to notice, or care if he did. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am hereby relieved from command as the Captain of the USS Enterprise. Mr. Spock, you will serve as Acting Captain until such a time as Starfleet assigns a permanent Captain. Dr. McCoy has also been removed from the CMO position; his replacement will be aboard before your new orders are issued.”
Shock brought Spock to his feet too late, as the doors shut on Jim and McCoy.
“Didn’t see that one coming,” Nyota said aloud, her eyes startled but—pleased?
“Fascinating,” Spock agreed, because none of his speculations had included Jim willingly surrendering the Enterprise.
“For the best, though, I think,” Sulu contributed. “I’m not sure I could’ve kept following him, not after how he treated Spock.”
“A leader must have honor,” Chekov added sagely, “and the Keptain’s behavior vas not honorable.”
Spock was forced to concur. And while he briefly regretted Kirk’s removal from the Enterprise, it was only logical that the former Captain be relieved of his post for the good of the crew.
Kirk and McCoy departed quietly and without fanfare, and were soon followed by Scott and Gaila. The minor repairs to the Enterprise commenced as scheduled, and the crew awaited their new orders. Two days passed quietly before Nyota turned to Spock, her eyes excited and her voice professional as she spoke. “Captain, Admiral Pike on the comm.”
“Put him through,” Spock directed, and inclined his head as Pike appeared, face grim and eyes colder than he’d ever seen them from his former mentor. “Admiral,” he greeted politely, and Pike gave him a short nod.
“Acting Captain Spock, you have been promoting to Captain of the Enterprise,” he said without preamble. “Your first officer, Commander Mark White, and your new CMO, Dr. Amelia Rhimes, will be arriving shortly on Starbase 46, and will immediately transfer to the Enterprise.” He paused to frown briefly at a screen. “As will your new Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Mackson, and Lieutenant Ivanova. Admiral Beckett will deliver your new orders after they’re aboard. Congratulations, Captain Spock. Pike out.”
Spock blinked as the crew burst into cheers and a flurry of congratulations, momentarily disconcerted by the disapproval stark in Pike’s behavior. As if Pike did not approve of the voluntary removal of James Kirk as Captain of the Enterprise. But then he shrugged the feelings off as illogical; after all, this was for the best.
Wasn’t it?
*****
It had been three years since Spock had been promoted to captain; the Enterprise had resumed its original five year mission after the new crew was aboard. Spock noted the crew’s growing excitement as they entered the solar system. In a few minutes they dropped out of warp and began the complicated process of docking at their assigned berth on Star Dock. Within the hour they were being ferried down to Starfleet Headquarters, where the senior crew would be debriefed before beginning their three month shore leave. After that, they would have a brief tour of duty guest-lecturing at the Academy for a few days while the Enterprise was repaired and upgraded before those who chose would be reassigned on another five year mission.
They had been quite successful, Spock mused as the shuttle landed with a gentle thump and the senior crew emerged into the fresh air of Earth. Their focus had, logically, shifted to more scientific missions rather than the diplomatic and first contact missions Kirk had thrived on. They had made several significant advances in multiple fields, if Spock did say so himself.
Admiral Roger Beckett was waiting for them with a genial smile; he had proven a good liaison, even if he wasn’t as interested as Pike had been. “Captain Spock,” he greeted with a smile and a nod, politely refraining from a handshake. “Commander White, Commander Rhimes, Lieutenant Uhura, Lieutenant Sulu, Lieutenant Chapel, Lieutenant Mackson, Lieutenant Ivanova, Ensign Chekov. Welcome home.” He began to walk back towards the building and they fell in behind him. “Just a quick check-in and then we’ll let you get settled for the night. We’ll begin debriefing at 0800 tomorrow.”
*****
The debriefing had gone smoothly, with their failures accounted for and accepted, and praise offered for their successes. And yet…Spock led the way from the Admirals’ chambers and stopped in the corridor outside, frowning slightly, but it was Uhura who put his own vague bewilderment into words.
“Does anyone else feel a little slighted?” she asked finally. “I mean, I know we screwed up occasionally, but overall we did damn good.”
“Damned with faint praise,” Sulu offered, then shrugged. “Screw it, we didn’t get our asses handed to us, and I’m happy with that. I’m off. See you all in three months!”
The crew split up, heading to their own transports that would take them to their various homes. Spock had a berth on the shuttle leaving at 05:30 for New Vulcan, so he returned to his temporary quarters in Starfleet, idly puzzling over the same attitude he too had perceived. Not displeased by far, but not as pleased as he had anticipated.
But it was done, and there was no logic in pondering the decisions of others. Tomorrow he would see his father and alternate self.
****
“Spock!” Nyota hurried up, flushed and beaming. “How was your leave?”
“Most satisfactory. Yours?”
“Oh, it was lovely!” She grinned at him, holding up her PADD. “I even got my notes done for my lectures.”
“Ah, Captain, Lieutenant, there you are.” They turned together to find Admiral Barnett eyeing them both. “I wanted to meet with you, discuss what we’re expecting. If you’d follow me?” He led them down the bustling corridors, filled with wide-eyed newcomers and cadets jabbering away at each other, then checked suddenly.
“Chris! Over here!”
A tall man turned, spotted them, and began weaving his way through the stream of cadets. “Captain, Lieutenant,” he said distantly, then quirked a smile at Barnett. “Mike. What’s up?”
“Heard your boy pulled off another miracle,” Barnett chuckled. “Give him my best when you comm him, would you? And tell him to drop me a call when he has a minute, I’d like to go over some of those theorems you sent my way. Why he doesn’t just call me himself I’ll never know, it’s not like he hasn’t more than earned it.”
Chris Pike smiled. “I’ll tell him, Mike. Once you get it through his head that he’s not bugging you, you’ll never be rid of him.”
Barnett laughed. “Good. Jim might be your protégé, but I’ve got my eye on him for my spot in a few years. Might as well go for youngest admiral after making youngest captain.”
Spock swallowed hard. “Jim, sir?” he asked quietly, and both men looked at him.
“James Kirk,” Barnett said cheerfully.
“I was unaware he was active in Starfleet, sir.”
“Active?” Barnett seemed to find Spock’s statement deeply amusing as he began to thread through the thinning crowds, matching Pike’s slower pace thoughtlessly. “Oh, hell, yes. That’s right, I suppose the reports wouldn’t have reached you; I guess I thought you’d have gotten word anyway, God knows half the Federation was talking about it.”
“It, sir?” Nyota’s voice was sharp, her mouth tight with strain. Pike shot a glance at them, keen eyes missing nothing.
“Jim Kirk asked to be relieved of duty because he was raped,” he said flatly, pulling no punches, as Spock had heard his human peers say. “He and McCoy were brought back here. He underwent therapy while McCoy revolutionized half a dozen surgical techniques for about five months. Turned out there was a gang of rapists who took commissions for specific victims. Drugged them, took them to a seedy motel on whatever planet they were on, and recorded the rapes. Did whatever the buyer specified. Jim was the first to come forward, and he was the one to figure it out. Admiral Carter was their contact within Starfleet; he handed over Fleet personnel records and arranged for ships to have shore leave at pre-selected planets. He picked Jim as repayment of one of his favors.” Pike’s mouth was hard, and Barnett looked every bit as coldly angry. “Jim brought the whole damn thing tumbling down, gave us enough to put the gang away for life, court-martial Carter and a dozen others, and take out nearly thirty buyers who’d paid for Starfleet personnel to be assaulted.”
“Did a beautiful job of it, and certainly shut up any naysayers,” Barnett added seriously. “So we gave him Pegasus, the new flagship. He’s been doing a spectacular job ever since, absolutely spectacular. Just won us rights to the richest dilithium mine we’ve ever seen, as a matter of fact.”
“I’ll leave you to it, Mike,” Pike said cheerfully, “and I’ll have Jim call. See you, Mike.” He nodded briefly at the stunned Spock and Uhura and headed down the hallway as Barnett waved them into the conference room he’d reserved.
The normally garrulous Admiral delivered a remarkably pithy lecture on the finer points of teaching, then dismissed them. Spock agreed to meet his command crew for lunch and made his way to the lecture hall assigned to him. He entered to a sea of red-clad cadets and set his PADD down as the bell chimed. His lecture was designed to highlight the scientific advancements the Enterprise had made over the past three years, focusing in particular on several breakthroughs that had substantially advanced Astrometrics before he opened the class to student questions.
And they came fast and thick. At first they stuck to his lecture, but after their curiosity had been appeased on that front, they expanded on it quickly.
“Captain Spock, the Enterprise made over a dozen crucial breakthroughs in Interstellar Biology in its first two years. Can you tell us what breakthroughs were made after Captain Kirk and Lieutenant Commander McCoy left?” one young man called, and Spock hesitated briefly before responding truthfully: they had made a few breakthroughs, certainly, but many of their missions had focused more on astrometics and interstellar cartography, not first contact or diplomatic missions.
“Why the switch in focus?” one earnest young cadet asked. “Some of the treaties the Enterprise negotiated in its first two years were brilliant.”
Spock repeated that the focus had shifted, and didn’t add that Jim had been behind most, if not all, of the diplomatic efforts because he’d broken regs repeatedly to join the away teams, and displayed an unforeseen knack for diplomacy.
The questioning went downhill from there, until finally Spock dismissed them and retreated to the mess for lunch, only to find his crew sitting in glum silence.
“So, how bad was yours?” Nyota inquired, poking at her salad unhappily.
Spock sat down with his own salad and arched a brow. “Your lecture was unsatisfactory?”
“My lecture went fine. It was the question and answer that killed me. The Communications track cadets had dozens of questions, but it pretty much boiled down to the fact that I made revolutionary breakthroughs in Communications in our first two years in the black, and I’ve only made minor advancements since.”
Sulu grimaced. “I never thought I’d regret not having to figure out a way to pilot the ship out of anomalies or worse before we were ripped apart.”
Chekov had his head buried in his arms. “Ze wanted to talk about ze paper on interspacial warp transporter technology Mr. Scott wrote with me,” he said mournfully. “I have not written a paper on that since, but Mr. Scott has written several in the field with Miss Gaila.”
“We did a good job in the past three years,” Nyota pointed out. “We did.”
“But we did a superlative job in the first two years,” Spock said it quietly, his voice steady as he stated the simple fact which had become glaringly apparent over the past two hours. And he did not say what he suspected they were all thinking: Jim Kirk had inspired his crew to do their finest work, quite possibly the finest work of their careers, and they hadn’t appreciated it until it was far too late to matter.
The Enterprise had held her own, but the murmurs Spock had heard, the Academy scuttlebutt the others had tapped back into, made it clear that the Pegasus was far outstripping them in just two years.
“—heard that Captain Kirk is due back in four weeks!” a young cadet informed her friend.
“Good. I hope Doctor McCoy lectures again. Some of the discoveries he’s made are amazing, and we don’t get caught up until the official reports are released.” The med track cadet grimaced.
Her friend laughed. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I heard Kirk broke two more Millennium Problems, but we don’t even know which ones. I think I’ve learned more listening to him debate Professor Bates in the mess than I have in two years of quantum physics and advanced engineering.” She grinned suddenly. “Besides, it’s fun to watch the captain and the doctor together. Married two years now and they still act like honeymooners!”
“Yeah, have you listened to McCoy grump at Kirk, and Kirk laugh it off? I’m telling you, it’s better than the holos.” They drifted out of earshot again, leaving a stunned table behind them.
Christine Chapel found her voice first. “Kirk and Dr. McCoy?” she bleated.
“They were married a couple of weeks before Pegasus went into the black.” Five sets of eyes shot up to find Christopher Pike standing at their table. “It was the event of the summer for the Academy.” His eyes softened. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jim so happy as he is now.” He refocused again. “You’ll be shipping back out in about five weeks; this is your unofficial warning, it’ll be official in a couple of days, so you’d best be prepared. And thank you—your lectures were all very good.” He inclined his head and moved on.
There was little time to dwell on the prospect of seeing Jim again; they still had lectures to prepare and deliver, and as Captain it was Spock’s duty to ensure the repairs to his ship went smoothly and that vital supplies were restocked in a timely fashion. Four weeks slid by with remarkable speed, and Spock found himself wandering the grounds of the Academy, watching for a particular blond figure.
He didn’t see Jim until the day he was set to return to his ship. He was actually crossing through one of the enclosed courtyards when he paused, eye caught by a tall, lean figure striding quickly by a few feet ahead of him.
Jim.
Spock cleared his throat and stepped forward, reminding himself that fear was an emotion, as was shame. The tall man pivoted smoothly, the sun turning his hair to shimmering gold as he blinked, then smiled politely in recognition. “Spock. Captain now, aren’t you? Congratulations, I heard the Enterprise did quite well on her mission.” His voice was polite, friendly even, but there was a distance there Spock was…unaccustomed to. Jim, he realized, had moved on.
“Captain,” Spock acknowledged. “Jim. I have been made aware of my erroneous assumptions regarding your behavior three years ago. I am…sorry, Jim.”
Jim blinked, eyes shuttering for a moment before he gave that easy, careless smile Spock had once known so well.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, man. You made a logical assumption. Not your fault it was totally off base.” He gave a casual half-shrug. Then his eyes lifted to something behind Spock and the indifference faded, his eyes warming, lips curving into a sweet, genuine smile the likes of which Spock had never seen.
“Dammit, Jim, hurry up! Our shuttle leaves in twenty minutes!” Leonard McCoy swung easily around Spock to give his husband an exasperated, affectionate look, one arm draping over his shoulder as he pinned the half-Vulcan under a cold gaze. Spock took in the casual intimacy between the two men, the way Jim leaned into the touch, and the identical platinum bands on two hands, and swallowed hard. Envy was, in this situation, quite logical. And illogical; he had thrown Jim away three years ago, had not so much as bothered to ascertain his lover’s side of the story rather than his own rash assumptions. He had no right to be jealous that Leonard McCoy had questioned, had chosen his friend and remained with Jim, and had, in the end, won the prize of Jim’s love.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, quit your bitching. I’m ready, Bones. All packed up and everything.” Jim glanced at Spock. “Good to see you again, Spock. Be careful up there, all right?”
“You as well, Jim.”
Jim started to turn away, then paused and glanced back. “And Spock? All things considered, I can honestly say I don’t regret what happened. It turned out for the best.” He nodded cheerfully and let his husband tow him away, his laughter trailing behind him as Spock watched them go.
For Jim, perhaps it had turned out for the best. For Spock, who had willfully and unjustly cast his t’hy’la aside—well, he’d gotten what he deserved.
“Goodbye, Jim,” he said softly to the figure retreated across the courtyard, then turned and walked back to the shuttle that would carry him to his ship.
FINIS
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Excellent! Can't wait for the sequel.
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Right now, I'm heading back to the Kirk/Reaper!Bones that nailed me last night.
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Sequel(s) are up, and I hope you like. (Yes, there will be more.)
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Thanks.
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As for the ending, I think it fit very well that Jim stayed with Spock. Though I must express that I didn't think Spock had enough of a reaction (or any at all really) when it was revealed that Jim had been raped. I had kinda hoped he would have a moment of horror and realize that he'd been wrong. The way I read this story, he just seemed to be like "Oh, that's unfortunate. Nothing to do with me." Maybe you don't feel like it came out that way, but I sorta did. Sorry if that doesn't sit right with you, but I figured it couldn't hurt to tell you my perception.
All in all, though, it was a good story. This prompt (and the one it was based of off) is one of my favorite ones on all of the kink_meme. I appreciate you writing this. Thanks!
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This is a great fic you wrote there; it's a good universe you wrote there, I think it would have been great if we could have seen Jim's side of the story though ^^
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It was exeptional, really.
I love how you split up who took who's side.
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First: You didn’t ask me to read your story but you didn’t put a warning that it will contain total mutilation of the ST characters. Aside from my personal comment – mentioning that all characters are OC’s is a constructive criticism – you just have no idea how to write them. If you don’t – then don’t do it. I understand that you would prefer all your readers to praise you, but some harsh truth is needed as well. And when someone is abusing so much characters who don’t deserve it, don’t expect me not to comment.
Second: Afraid of harsh comments so you are blocking the person in question from making any - very mature.
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Off to read all your other stories now.
*sigh*
Great job.
If I might suggest a bunny?
I would like to see Spock Prime's reaction to what happened to Jim, because *his* faith is unbreakable:
TOS "Court Martial"
SPOCK: Lieutenant, I am half Vulcanian. Vulcanians do not speculate. I speak from pure logic. If I let go of a hammer on a planet that has a positive gravity, I need not see it fall to know that it has in fact fallen.
SHAW: I do not see what that has to
SPOCK: Gentlemen, human beings have characteristics just as inanimate objects do. It is impossible for Captain Kirk to act out of panic or malice. It is not his nature.
I'd like for Spock Prime to storm up to wherever Jim and McCoy are, and make it plain that HE puts knowledge over logic. Spock Prime knows that Kirk cannot behave dishonorably.
Especially, I'd like Spock Prime to not even bother trying to defend Kirk to the remaining Enterprise crew. No more than Jim or his real friends did.
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