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136 pages, ebook
Published October 10, 2010
"Jim." Sam's smiling fondly at him.
"Yeah, I know. Best behavior, represent Earth, play nice with the other children."
"We're so doomed," Sam sighs, and falls back on the bed.
Jim's PADD pings, and he picks it up, expecting a message from Gary or Gaila or maybe Bones. So it's a little bit of a shock when he reads it, and then thinks maybe it's a joke: maybe Scotty thinks he's being funny except those encryption levels are really… "Holy shit."
"What?"
"I just got first dance."
"Oh my god," Sam says, awed. "We're not doomed: we're fucked. He's going to make you his princess."
"Jim," Pike says, moving swiftly to intercept a highly inappropriate line of discussion.
"No, it's—," Spock begins and Jim says at the same time, "It's Spock, he gave me chocolate on Tarsus," like that means something, everything, and Pike looks at them both like they're lost causes.
[Jim] thuds his head against the headboard, closing his eyes against the dull, hollow ache that follows. Does it again, because maybe you can actually have sense knocked into you.
These are facts:
1. Spock needs a spouse and partner who's armcandy and who isn't a wanted war criminal in the Klingon Empire (it's complete shit, they fired first, and it's not a war crime to target the rear of a formation and watch them fall like dominoes, no matter what the Klingons say).
2. Jim is, in fact, a war criminal in the Klingon Empire and every single Klingon warbird has orders to shoot to kill any vessel Jim's even suspected of being on.
3. Jim isn't a princess; he's barely a prince, at that. Jim's an officer in Starfleet, and that's his best destiny, it's what he's meant to do and he can feel that in his bones.
3b. Spock needs a prince or princess who's dirtside at all times.
4. Jim doesn't actually give a shit.
4b. Re: the above: this is going to end in heartache, maybe heartbreak.
4c. On the other hand, Spock.
5. It's possible this list makes no sense.
She looks at him, and then at Sybok, and then bites the insides of her cheek, an eyebrow lifted as she scans the room. "Should I start picking out china patterns?" she inquires. "I'm sure we can find you a lovely, lovely veil. Of course, I'll have to fight Leonard for the honor of walking you down the aisle, but I can take him."
"Shut up," he begs, lowly, because there will be the veil and the tiara and Scotty weeping drunkenly and oh, god, he has to stop thinking about this right now.
But the worst is going to be Bones, who is probably writing Winona long letters about what a disappointing son Jim is and why this is all her fault.
Jim's only 84% joking, there. Bones did write Winona a letter once, when he was particularly pissed off and Jim had almost gotten himself killed by being reckless.
She has the diatribe against her parenting skills framed in the main hallway of Kirk Estate.
"What I'm most curious about," Bones says, kicking Jim's ankle idly like a warning: DANGER, DANGER, THIS CONVERSATION IS NOT AS SAFE AS YOU THINK IT IS. "Is that sure, you slept with him. I get that, it's you. But what I don't get is that after that, instead of taking shore leave with us or beating your brother into a bloody pulp, you, Jim 'I don't like diplomacy did you know I actually am licensed to kill' Kirk, stayed on the Core, at Bentley Palace, and played a good prince." Bones gives him a long, long look. "You see why I'm concerned here."
"I'm exercising my 'I don't like this conversation, let's make it stop' card," Jim decides.
It turns out that it wasn't anyone's fault. The ship just has it in for Jim. He takes a picture of Gary, Sulu, Gaila and Madeline all watching him in PT with worried looks, and then another of Bones in mid-rant and sends them to Spock.
It's like living with 300 mother hens.
He gets a blurred picture of T'Pring in frightening full-form. Behind her, Sybok is making an atrocious face and Uhura is covering one half of her face with her hand.
At least it is not like minding a preschool, Spock responds.
"This shit right here is why you can't actually be the princess," Gary informs him, waving his hand in Jim's face. "This gruesome bullshit right here."
Klingons, for all their ruthlessness and their undisputed genius for war tactics and mindfucking, are actually really shit at anticipating crazy. For example, it's absolutely fucking insane for two Starfleet officers to skulk into a warbird factory, make a makeshift bomb, and then try to hack into the computer systems to figure out the method of shielding. That's insane: no-one would do that, and deserved or not, Starfleet has a reputation for being a little bit timid ("cautious" is the official party line, but it basically means they're pussies).
Romulans have figured out that that's total bullshit, and a myth perpetuated by Starfleet to lulling their enemies into a false sense of security, so sneaking into a Romulan anything is next to impossible, because they've figured out to expect the insane.
"I'm ignoring you," Spock says, starting their engagement on a solid foundation of mutual understanding and respect.
"Keptin Kirk?" the kid says.
Gary blinks, and Jim blinks, and they must make a fucking picture, the soon-to-be senior staff of HMS Enterprise gaping at a boychild.