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I've been watching the TOS episode The Gamesters of Triskelion and I was wondering what it would be like if Kirk had lost the wager and his crew was enslaved as thralls.

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(I don't care how this is done as long as it's believable.) Jim gets to keep the kid on the Enterprise. (maybe sweet sympathetic Bones who misses Joanna) Spock sees Jim in a new light and begins to realize he's/fall in love with him.īonus: scenes with Bones, because I love grumpy Bones. Spock (and maybe several others) find daddy!Kirk incredibly attractive. They might believe that he has a kid out there somewhere. They speculate on why he's a daddy extraordinaire.

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(He knows how to calm them and such, but maybe he also watched the children in his neighborhood before the famine hit.) He refuses to tell the crew this. The reason Jim is so good with chidren is because he took care of so many children on Tarsus IV. I think it might be easier if maybe Kirk has some prior relationship (non sexual) to the parents, but that is also the author's decision. Gender/species of child is your choice, but I'm partial to a little girl. Humor, and a sprinkling of fluff (I don't want my teeth to fall out from overly saccharine writing.) And Jim Kirk doesn’t really care what they think anyway, not when he’s ankle deep in his new parental responsibilities. He seems to know so much about children, in fact, that the crew begin to speculate, but the actual reason behind Kirk’s abilities are far darker than any one of them could have imagined. To everyone’s surprise Jim Kirk is a child rearing extraordinaire.

The infant is skittish and afraid, so much so, even Bones is having a hard time with him/her. Pinging is currently not allowed.A child is orphaned and brought onto the Enterprise after an away mission gone terribly wrong. You can skip to the end and leave a response. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. This entry was posted on Thursday, July 23rd, 2009 at 15:54 and is filed under spock/nyota uhura, star trek xi. She brushes fireflies away from his brow, and there is no mindmeld that could convey as much affection. When Nyota looks at him, fireflies wink in the space between their bodies, and though he keeps the desire to pull her close to him pulled back in the ordered recesses of his mind, he knows she sees it anyway. He has learned more of her identity through anecdotes she deems small than through the thousand beautiful things she has left unsaid. Spock says nothing, for there is nothing to say that might convey his gratitude she shares these things so freely with him, these moments that defined her life, as if they are not of the gravest importance. And when I put my hand to the sky, the stars would land on my fingers and blink at me. She says, “When I was a child, I would look at the stars, and be confused because some of them would move. We call them kimetimeti,” she says carefully, and he notes the pronunciation that he might speak it to her satisfaction later. “In Kenya,” she continues, accepting his silence as it is intended–to listen–“we would spend all of our summer nights outside, and the sky would be filled with fireflies. He restraints the shudder that would wreck through him, and instead pushes the small insect from its perch.

The smile Uhura shoots him is but the barest twitch of her lips, and Spock knows, intimately, that she learned such an expression from him. “These are curious beings,” Spock notes, allowing one of the fireflies to land on the tip of his index finger so he might examine it more closely.