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James T. Kirk and Spock Study

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Da lines are done :3

probably one of the best things I've ever watched lol F#(% how much I love Spirk!! Bless Tumblr for allowing deep dives into old content and giving us a way to bring it back to life!! No other platform really does the same.

Winner of the Amok Time Reloaded vid competition at the Kirk/Spock convention KiScon 2017 in Los Angeles on September 15 2017.

I could take this video and my 2 favorite zines and be content on a desert island for the rest of my life.

a hazard of being obsessed with spock and kirk is that sometimes you talk too fast and then they become spirk and kock

I want truthful, honest opinions on this. It’s the beginning of a fanfiction, and I don’t know whether I should keep at it. Also writing tips will help,and be as harsh as you want. I need it.

encounter(verb): to meet someone unexpectedly

Captain James T. Kirk sighed as he stumbled down the hallway, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder where Bones injected the cure to the strange virus that had infected the ship. The medical team had distributed the antidote in record time before Doctor McCoy had forced the entire Bridge crew at the time to end their shift early, allowing the vaccinated Gamma shift to take over. Kirk stumbled again over his own feet, before a hand wrapped itself around his forearm to keep him from falling.

"Careful, Captain. As your energy is drained, it would do you no good to fall before we reach your quarters," Spock's voice told him as they continued walking to the captain's room, his hand still wrapped around the shorter man's forearm.

"You're, right, Mr. Spock." He sighed, leaning against the wall near his door to enter the code. "I'm afraid that we will be unable to play chess tonight, as I'm-" he cut himself off as he noticed his code pad ripped apart, hanging by a couple of loose wires in the wall. He instantly stood straight and completely silent, Spock doing the same. They glanced at each other before slowly creeping into the room, both men ready for a fight.

The completely dark room took a moment to adjust to, but both could make out the sight of a figure huddled in the corner near the bed, a couple of things that had fallen off the selves surrounding it.

"Lights, sixty percent," Kirk called out, the lights coming on immediately.

A young girl, no older than eighteen, lay there glaring at them with big, red eyes through dark, thick lashes. She had tanned skin, giving her the look of someone from the Middle East. Her dark brown hair was tied away from her face, a dark line of red strands pulled together into the ponytail. She had dark freckles spotted all over her face, along with scars over her face and hands, which was the only visible skin, the rest covered by her clothes. Tight, black pants, a dark sweater of sorts covering what seemed to be a white turtleneck. All of these things were interesting, but the thing that caught the men's attention was the girl's obviously broken leg and the large cut bleeding out on her side

Kirk took a step forward to help, before a hand from Spock and a noise from the girl stopped him. She had raised her upper lip into a snarl, her sharp teeth obviously not human. The noise emitting from her was a growl, sounding like one of an animal predator. The noise didn't stop until the two men took a step back, but they didn't stop there. Kirk continued to walk him and his first officer backwards, out of the room, never taking his eyes off of the girl. When they were in the doorway, Kirk forced them to stop.

"Spock, call Doctor McCoy, tell him to bring his bag and to get over here quickly. I'll watch the girl.”

Spock nodded and ran down the hallway to follow the orders, returning a moment later to help the Captain. They continued to stare at the girl until she started to stand, wincing visibly as she did.

"Wait, don't-" Kirk took a step forward, but the girl once again started to growl. Spock put a hand on the captain's shoulder, before moving towards the girl. The growling slowly got louder, and Spock took notice of the girl's nails growing into claws.

As soon as he got close enough to touch her, the girl crouched into a fighting stance and tilted her head, watching him intently. Spock reached a hand forward, and she lunged at him.

Bones finally entered, going wide eye at the sight of Spock wrestling with a young girl. "Jim! What the hell-"

"Not the time, Bones! You got a hypo to get her sedated?!" Kirk yelled at him as he watched Spock and the girl. She obviously wasn't human, as Spock was struggling to hold her down, even with the Vulcan strength that he possessed.

Bones grabbed a hypo out of his pack, quickly approaching the two. "Hold her down Spock, just...keep...her...still..." he muttered, pressing the hypo into her neck as she slowly calmed down, before slumping on the ground. Spock finally got up and Kirk approached the group, bending down to examine the girl.

“Bones, I’ll get her to sickbay. Spock-”

"You're gonna do nothing of the sort, Spock here can take her to the sickbay. You need rest, and if you don't I'm going to inject you with what I injected in her," Bones commanded, leaving the room and gesturing for Spock to follow with the girl.

"The doctor is right, Captain. You should rest. I will take the young girl to the sickbay, and then I will take my rest in my quarters. Good night, Captain," Spock said before picking up the girl gently and following Bones. Kirk sighed before deciding he might as well do as they say. As soon as he's up, he'll check on the girl.

*

The morning had come, and Kirk found himself in the sickbay, sitting beside the girl. Bones had fixed her leg and the gash in her side, and as she slept she looked younger than she was. Kirk was right with his first guess, the medical scans showed that she was under eighteen, but over fifteen, female, and half human. Everything else was a mystery. Her past, her name, the other half of her species. Kirk was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Spock take a seat right next to him.

"Our shift will begin soon. I am certain that the girl will be alright, Captain. Doctor McCoy gave her the cure, and her injures have been healed," he stated, his hands still in his lap. Kirk sighed and leaned back, about to speak, Bones cutting him off.

“Her vitals are off the charts. Runs hotter than you, Spock, and I can only hope that that’s due to her half we don’t know. She woke up sometime in the night, Jim. I had injected her with the antidote earlier, and when she awoke all she did was stare at me. I gave her some food, light stuff. Soup. She inhaled it like I was gonna take it from her before passing back out."

"Food is food," a voice chimed in.

Kirk stared at the girl slowly sat up, not meeting any of the men’s eyes other than Spock’s. Her back was ramrod straight as she spoke. "Du nam-tor Vuhlkansu." It wasn't a question. Kirk glanced at Spock, who had quirked up an eyebrow in very well concealed surprise.

"Ha, nash-veh Vuhlkansu. Uf tor du stariben nash?"

"Wuh Vuhlkansu ha-tor k' nash-veh, au saven-tor nash-veh." She avoided Kirk's and Bone's eyes, keeping hers focused on Spock.

"You speak Vulcan impressively. Whoever taught you taught you well," Spock said in Standard, allowing the two human men to understand the conversation.

"Thanks, I guess. Listen, I don’t want any trouble. I just needed a ride. At the next space port or civilization with transportation that you arrive at, I’ll be out of your hair," she said, staring at Kirk right in the eye. Authoritative hazel stared into fiery red.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. You're a stowaway, but if you give us some information, we can help you out. Just, simple things, like your name-"

"Call me El.”

"-your family,-"

"Don't have one,” she stated keeping her nonchalant tone.

"or, what species you are."

The girl snorted. "'Fraid I don't have an answer for that one, buddy. Don't know myself."

Kirk sighed and leaned forward slightly. “Well, El, how’s your leg? And your side?”

El furrowed her brow, tilting her head in thought. “It’s….alright, I guess. Not hurting anymore.” She grinned, turning to Bones. “But can I have a lollipop? Isn’t that something that earth doctors do, Bonsey?”

"Yeah, yeah. Hold your stowaway ass right here." Bones waved her away, heading into the second part of the sickbay.

"How do you know his nickname?" Kirk questioned, nodding towards the other room.

El sighed. "I've been on this ship a month, Kirk. I know everyone here, and the name of this beauty," she paused, looking both him and Spock up and down. "Gotta say, pretty impressed with the scraps you get yourself in and out of."

"Miss El, am I correct in assuming that you arrived at the ship two point five three months ago, when we had docked at the starbase Ares II?" Spock cut in, cocking his head slightly to the side.

El nodded. “Was stuck on that planet for a bit when I saw your ship, and the rest is history. Also, no ‘Miss El’. I don’t like it, just call me El.”

“How did you find yourself on that planet, El?”

El just shrugged in answer, crossing her arms.

“El, how did you get injured?” Kirk asked after a moment of silence.

El mumbled incoherently.

"Would you please repeat that, El?"

She mumbled again, and yet again Kirk asked her to repeat it.

Kirk glanced from her hand back to her face. "Fine. I won't tell. Captain's honor," he smiled tersely, putting his hand over his heart. "Spock, we need your honor too."

Spock raised a brow, before his shoulders slightly loosened in the form of a sigh. "I won't tell as well, El. Vulcan honor." He put his hand over his heart. El copied him, nodding at their promise.

"Good. Now, where's my-"

Bones had returned, a red lollipop in his hand. El took it from him- "perfect timing, Bonsey-" and popped it in her mouth before taking it out. "Look, I hate sickbays. Not your fault doc, just not a fan of them. I'm useful. I can fix things, help out some places, whatever you need. Or, if you want, I'll-“

The boatswain's whistle of the ships communications cut her off. "Captain, we are approaching the nearby planet now," Uhura's voice called out of it.

Kirk looked trouble, glancing back at the girl. "Listen, I'll stick by you, or Spock's side for now. I can earn my freedom, and I know enough about how nice it is to not abuse it. Just let me outta here, and I'll be good," she pleaded, both eyebrows raised.

"It would be the most logical thing to do, Captain. We may ‘keep an eye on her,’ as you humans say, and decide on what we must do with her.”

Kirk sighed. "Fine. No funny business, and you'll stick by me for now. Got it?" He said, standing.

“Roger that! No trouble caused, promise. It’ll be like you never found me.”

Kirk sighed and nodded. "Okay. But, again, you need to be by me or Mr. Spock at all times."

"Yes, sir!" The girl saluted and launched herself off of the bed, landing gracefully on her feet. "But first, could I have my clothes back? I'm not one for..this." She pulled at the clothes she was wearing, something akin to a baggy, blag jumpsuit.

Christine Chapel walked in as soon as she finished saying that, the mended clothes of the young girl folded neatly in her hand. "Captain, Dr. McCoy told me to bring these clothes for the girl..." she trailed off, seeing her standing.

"Thanks, blondie. Talk about good timing," she said, taking the clothes with a smirk. The four watched as she dropped the clothes on the bed, holding up her sweater. She turned it around, before nodding in satisfaction. “You guys only mended it, right? Didn’t touch anything in it?”

Bones raised an eyebrow and crossed his hands behind his back. “Is there stuff in it?”

“Nah,” she stated, undoing the buttons on the jumpsuit. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed that I run at a high temperature. This sweater has internal heaters, cause without ‘em I get super uncomfy. Can’t control my damp heat, so I gotta run ‘em high.” She stepped out of her jumpsuit, leaving her in her undergarments.

All four of the occupants to averted their eyes elsewhere as she dressed. She handed the rumple jumpsuit back to Bones, who took it with a glare. She simply winked at him.

"Thanks, guys. Pretty good at this healing stuff.”

Kirk and Spock calmly walked out of the door, El following them to the side. "Just so you know, you might want to inform Scotty that the food replicator thingy is broken. I fixed it, but it's kinda hanging on the edge," she said calmly, shoving the lollipop in her mouth.

Kirk's eyes widened in surprise, and he and Spock shared a glance. "Thank you. You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." She bit into the candy with a loud crunch. "I've been on ship after ship and I've never seen a beauty like this one. You should be proud of yourself, Captain. I would. I also wouldn't want anything to happen to the crew of a beautiful ship like this, 'cause who would take care of her?"

Kirk softly smiled at her, puffing out his chest in pride. "Thank you. She is a truly beautiful ship, and I'm lucky to have her."

When they reached the ship’s lift, El stuttered for a second as the two men entered and grabbed the handles.

“No other way to get to the bridge?”

Spock shook his head.

El sighed, as she stuff the now empty lollipop stick in a small pocket on the side of her sweater. “Listen, I don’t do…lifts. Bad experience. I’m gonna need to ask you something, if you could.”

“What do you need?” Kirk tilted his head, smiling confusedly.

“A lift on one of your guy’s back.”

There was silence as the two processed the request, before El sighed. “Look, it’s dumb, I know, and I guess I can just try. You know what, never mind, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.” She took a step forward, grimacing as she grabbed a handle, her knuckles turning pale aw she gripped it as hard as she could.

“El.” Kirk let go of the handle and turned his back towards her. Not a moment later he felt her weight as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. A face buried itself into his shoulder.

“Thanks,” came her muffled reply.

Kirk just grabbed the handle and called out, “Bridge.” He met Spock’s gaze, who had a small upturn of the lips.

“El, next time I suggest that I will carry you, as I have three times more the strength than the average human.”

El just turned her head to the sighed and nodded, before shoving her face back in Kirk’s shoulder. “I hate lifts,” she muttered. Both men caught it, and could only wonder what had happened that caused her to despise something every ship had.

Translations:

(Du nam-tor Vuhlkansu) - You are Vulcan.
(Ha, nash-veh Vuhlkansu. Uf tor du stariben nash?) - Yes, I am Vulcan. Where did you learn to speak it?
(Wuh Vuhlkansu ha-tor k' nash-veh, au saven-tor nash-veh.) - I lived with a Vulcan, he taught me.

happy birthday mr spock (boo bear boo boo baby)

more star trek doodles cause i love these goobers

some closeups from my previous post (the babies)

kirk and spock in their fancy outfits from “return of the archons”. this is so old but i made a promise today that i would start posting again so hello to all of my favorite people i love you endlessly