jaylee_g: T'hy'la (Kirk/Spock)
jaylee_g ([personal profile] jaylee_g) wrote2015-09-03 11:58 am

K/S Round-robin?

Anyone up for a round-robin?

I'll start...

****

Brown eyes stared at him unwaveringly, and Jim stared right back, each sitting in a conference room chair facing one another. Jim was reminded of a game he and Sam used to play as children, who could stare the longest without blinking, a game in which he had been the champ many years running. He figured Spock had the edge on him, since blinking was probably a physiological trait trained out of this particular Vulcan at birth, kind of like laughter, and well, any personality of any kind, but he had to show Spock that he would at least try.

Spock may have an undeniable claim on stoicism, but the Kirk’s of the galaxy? They did stubborn like it was no one’s business. Put Vulcan resolve against that and they may just come up equal.

“So, that was kind of a dramatic entrance in there. I was kind of shocked, not the least of which is because I believe you turned down my initial offer for the position of First Officer with the Vulcan equivalent of ‘no way, no how, not in this lifetime, I’d rather go found a colony and be fruitful and multiply then deal with that crazy-ass Kirk guy on a daily basis’ so I’m a bit confused to see you here now. Not that I’m ungrateful, don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to have you,” he stated at last, bringing attention to why he had called Spock in for this impromptu meeting.

Yes, Jim was stubborn and he embraced it, but he was also impatient, and the curiosity behind his inquiry burned like a raging inferno. He’d gladly hand the title of he-who-could-remain-impassive-the-longest to Spock if it got his questions answered.
ext_393041: perfect Spock (love you k/s)

[identity profile] verizonhorizon.livejournal.com 2010-09-03 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thrilled," Spock echoed, and it was almost a question hanging in the air between them. "A sudden feeling of excitement and pleasure."

Jim's eyes betrayed him by shifting their focus on Spock's lips on the word 'pleasure'. By time he caught himself and grasped for the earlier staring contest, Spock was quirking an eyebrow at him. Meeting the challenge head-on, Jim replied, "That's right. I'm a messy, emotional human, and I'm happy you're here."

Spock nodded as if approving Jim's statement, and damn, that wasn't exactly what Jim was looking for. He was looking for answers. But to get the right answers, one had to ask the right questions. And Jim wasn't about to risk temporal implosion of reality itself by mentioning the other Spock, the older Spock, just to get a rise out of his new First Officer. Still, a small (or not so small) part of him wanted to do just that, grave consequences be damned. At this point, he'd do anything to crack that shell - or rather, anything that didn't leave him strangled on the conference table.

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-03 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim's eyes betrayed him by shifting their focus on Spock's lips on the word 'pleasure'. By time he caught himself and grasped for the earlier staring contest, Spock was quirking an eyebrow at him.

I absolutely adore you. You know that, right?

Excellent! I love this!

[identity profile] estalita-11.livejournal.com 2010-09-03 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
“Captain,” Spock said carefully, and to Jim it seemed as if he was weighing the appropriateness of the title, “forgive me if I gave the impression that I do not have confidence in your ability to command.”

Jim lifted an eyebrow, still not convinced of Spock’s own convictions and dammit when did that eyebrow thing become contagious?

But, having been thrust into this new position and hardly convinced himself he could handle it, Jim kept any kind of snarky retort to himself, letting Spock continue.

And then Spock surprised Jim by mentioning that certain someone he had specifically labeled “off limits.”

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-03 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim lifted an eyebrow, still not convinced of Spock’s own convictions and dammit when did that eyebrow thing become contagious?

LOLOLOL! Absolutely fabulous. I love it! :-)
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[identity profile] verizonhorizon.livejournal.com 2010-09-04 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
"My presence here is not entirely logical, given the state of the Vulcan people," Spock started, and Jim noticed he didn't say my people, which begged a new set of questions. "However, my future self wisely pointed out that I can, essentially, be in two places at once."

Jim's jaw dropped. "What?!"

Spock looked away, apparently fascinated by a speck on the boring white wall. "I am aware that Ambassador Spock allowed your conclusions regarding potential disasters of doppelganger encounters to be taken as fact, and I am--"

"Wait. Stop. Look at me." Jim laid his palms flat on the table, valiantly resisting the urge to turn them into fists. "You met Spock? I mean, you met yourself, the older you from the future?"

"Affirmative."

"How was it?" Jim asked, curiosity distracting him from his planned interrogation. Spock frowned, so Jim clarified. "What was it like to meet your future self? My experience with him was pretty mind-blowing," literally, "and he only knew me; he wasn't me." Jim shut up then, because he'd already said too much, and Spock was the one meant to be disclosing everything. A little give and take was all right, though, he supposed.

Spock looked surprised - either at Jim's question or Jim's description of his encounter with the older Spock, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was both. Spock rallied himself and answered, "It was enlightening."

Jim listened for what Spock wasn't saying, then leaned over the table and grinned at him. "And it was infuriating as hell."

"Indeed," Spock granted, a small upward curl of his lip fighting its way into a smile.

Jim felt suddenly better about the whole thing. Common ground, that's all they needed. A heck of a lot of common ground.
Edited 2010-09-04 00:04 (UTC)

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-04 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Jim listened for what Spock wasn't saying, then leaned over the table and grinned at him. "And it was infuriating as hell."

Love it, so much. It showing how much they already understand each other. Completely awesome!

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-04 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Driven to further this growing sense of camaraderie, Jim shook his head.

"I've got to hand it to you, I'm not sure how I would react to meeting another version of me," he admitted, shivering at the thought of it. Two Jim Kirk's in one universe? His mother (and Bones... and Pike, now that he thought of it) would likely go into cardiac arrest. "A part of me would be curious. Who wouldn't? I'd have a list of questions a mile long. But another part of me would be a little... uh, disturbed, I guess. I probably wouldn't be able to prevent myself from comparing the two of us. And I'm not sure I'd be able to resist the temptation to ask about the future. And I'm definitely sure I don't want to tempt fate that way..."

If Spock's gaze had been intense before, now it was the very definition of the word. Jim felt as if he were being taken apart and put back together, piece by piece, as if Spock were trying to figure him out.

Jim snorted, mentally.

He wished Spock luck with that. Aside from Bones, who still didn't even know the half of it, no one else had ever been able to, well, get him.

He could only hope that Spock's reorganization of 'his knowledge of Kirk' turned out to be a little more favorable than the Vulcan's previous impressions of him.

He'd never worked this hard to engage someone in conversation in his life, and had never cared so much for anyone's good opinion, but Spock? Their interaction? It was important, somehow. At least, it seemed important.

He couldn't quite understand the urgency, but he was very much motivated in this. And had more invested in it than he was really comfortable with or wanted to examine too closely.

"Tempt fate?" the Vulcan asked, at last, finishing his scrutiny and settling back in his chair.
Edited 2010-09-04 01:53 (UTC)

Fun.

[identity profile] myriadprobold.livejournal.com 2010-09-04 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
This so fun watching the parts of the story drop in.

Re: Fun.

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-04 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
*grins* I'm so glad you're enjoying it. I'm having a blast, too. It is definitely fun. It's been years since I've participated in a round-robin.

[identity profile] estalita-11.livejournal.com 2010-09-04 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Jim rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, you know…find out the ‘when and where’ of things. I don’t know if I could resist changing things, if I didn’t like them.”

Spock cocked his head. Jim found the gesture surprisingly endearing.

“You are aware that events in this reality have already been drastically altered and—“

“Yes, yes, I know,” Jim interrupted, waving a hand at the logical Vulcan. “Things are already so different, why not change it a little more?”

Spock’s patented eyebrow showed his interest. “Indeed, why not?”

Jim shrugged. “Because, Spock, we aren’t gods. I’d rather just not know, especially since some things can’t be changed.”

Another eyebrow joined its mate. “You speak of destiny.”

Granting Spock an intense eye lock of his own, Jim slowly nodded. “I’ve heard destiny can be a real pain in the ass.”

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-07 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim shrugged. “Because, Spock, we aren’t gods. I’d rather just not know, especially since some things can’t be changed.”

Loved this line. I could envision both Shatner and Pine delivering it.

Awesome!

Getting To Know You/mild language warning

[identity profile] ksalterego.livejournal.com 2010-09-06 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I've also heard," Jim continued, "that there's no such thing as destiny."

Spock's eyes narrowed just a little bit, and Jim found himself mirroring the action. "You are attempting to engage me in meaningless conversation."

"Me? Meaningless? No such thing, Spock. Meaningless, I mean. Conversation is always meaningful."

"I beg to differ," and the raised eyebrow indicated precisely the conversation to which he was referring.

"Well then, so do I."

They went back to staring, and Jim wondered how the conversation had gotten off track so fast. He had to fix this. "Uh, I mean, even if it isn't a particularly intellig-" no, not that word "uh, interest-" no "er, scintillating" gak! "conversation, you can still learn something about the person you're conversing with." Shit.

Spock tilted his head a little, and Jim considered it a win that he knew that meant Spock was...perhaps intrigued? Maybe interested? Well, either way, that look went into the plus side of the column.

"Perhaps you would provide me with an example?"

"Sure. Okay. So...um...well..." don't go there "you remember when we were on the bridge," SHIT "and I got all 'you're just a cold-blooded data processor', and, like, you got all 'ROAR' on me, well, I learned a lot about you."

"Indeed."

And if Jim hadn't learned something about Spock the last time, on the bridge, he certainly did this time.

"Ahuh." Which really meant, pleasedon'tkillme!

Wow, and now they were back to staring again. Jim gave it his very best shot, because seriously, his genius level IQ needed a hard re-boot right now. And that process was going really really slow.

"Perhaps you would care to elucidate."

And that was in no way, shape or form a question, Jim was coherent enough to know that much. In fact, based on the current conversation he now knew that any statement from Spock that started with "perhaps" was not going to be a question as much as it was going to be a one of those suggestions that, aside from the subtle (or not so subtle) underlying command, one ignored at one's own peril.

While Jim's sense of self-preservation was markedly non-existent most of the time, there were moments that it leaped to the fore, and this was one of them. Over the years Jim had developed a theory that his sense of self-preservation only emerged when (as) he was tipping over that fine line between win and maybe-this-really-wasn't-such-a-good-idea-after-all.

So...

"Yeah, I'll elucidate. See, I have this sense about people. I get them. I can read them. In seconds. You? Well, it's been kinda odd with you. At first? No. Not a clue. But seriously, we've got two missions under our belts and now I think I get, well, some things about you."

There went another eyebrow lift, and this time Jim knew it meant he had better get to the point in maybe about roughly three point four eight seconds.

"You really do care about your mother. Yeah, that's a no-brainer. But also, you have no patience for idiots, and I gotta say, you and me, we're like twins right there. Well, just that last part, I mean."

"I fail to-"

"Just wait, I'm not done yet. Also." Thiiiiink... "And just so you can follow, because I tend to jump around a little and this is from a previous conversation, while you may blindly hate me, you are still willing to listen to whatever logic and reason I happen to spout."

Spock shifted, the first movement either of them had made (aside from trying not to blink).

"Back to my first point. You logically must care about your father; or at the very least, you care what he thinks about you. You do care about your people and your planet. And based on that, plus some other trade secrets I'm not about to give away, you care about my ship and my crew. And that means I can trust you, with my life. I do trust you."

Spock blinked.

Jim pointed at him. "I win."

Re: Getting To Know You/mild language warning

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-07 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
While Jim's sense of self-preservation was markedly non-existent most of the time, there were moments that it leaped to the fore, and this was one of them. Over the years Jim had developed a theory that his sense of self-preservation only emerged when (as) he was tipping over that fine line between win and maybe-this-really-wasn't-such-a-good-idea-after-all.

I don't think I've ever read such an apt description of Jim Kirk. Excellent job!

Re: Getting To Know You/mild language warning

[identity profile] ksalterego.livejournal.com 2010-09-08 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Yay, thank you! He's so many kinds of irresistible fun to play with. ;)

[identity profile] kianspo.livejournal.com 2010-09-06 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Spock was silent for a moment too long for Jim's comfort, but Jim managed to hold his ground.

"You win," Spock repeated slowly, steepling his fingers and tracing their contours with his eyes pensively. "Since we appear to be exchanging personal revelations here, may I ask in regards to your statement -- is that what you care about?"

It was Jim's turn to blink, Spock's quiet words effectively knocking him off his high horse.

"I--"

"Why are you asking me all those questions?" Spock looked at him in the same infuriating blink-free manner. "Why are you telling me all this? Is it merely to make a point -- to win?"

Jim opened his mouth, still a little unsure of what he was going to say. He wanted to bluntly deny it for some reason, wanted to immediately make it clear that it was a very wrong assumption on Spock's part. He caught Spock's eye and closed his mouth saying nothing.

"Because I made some observations of my own, Captain," Spock went on smoothly. "That day on the bridge, I realized that you would stop at nothing to reach your goal whatever it may be." He stared at Jim point blank. "So I am asking you: what is your goal here?"

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-07 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
LOL, not really a surprise considering it was you who wrote this bit (and we all know that I adore your writing), but completely I'm hooked on this line of thought and am just barely restraining myself from begging you to finish this thought process and continue writing more...

Oh hell, who needs restraint.

More? Please? Would it help if I through in the batting eye lashes and the protruding lower lip? I can make it quiver. :-)

[identity profile] kianspo.livejournal.com 2010-09-08 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, but I thought the main fun part of a round robin is to throw in something potentially explosive and leave your partners to deal with it. :D Did I misunderstand the point? *bats eyelashes*

In other words, why don't you write your own version of what happened next? I'm sure you're itching to have Jimmy strike back. xD

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-08 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
In other words, why don't you write your own version of what happened next? I'm sure you're itching to have Jimmy strike back. xD

LOL, why do I have a feeling a gauntlet has just been thrown? ;-)

[identity profile] kianspo.livejournal.com 2010-09-08 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I have no earthly idea why you would think that... :P

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
lol, okay, okay, I'll bite... tomorrow. ;-)

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim's first impulse was to spill his guts. Which was extremely weird and disconcerting.

He wasn't the sharing or spilling type.

It wasn't that he was dishonest. It was that he had made a lifetime out of not correcting anyone's false impressions of him. He had been painted as one thing or another before he could even talk and that particular trend in the behavior pattern of those around him had never let up, not once, until the day he had met Pike and then Bones.

He was this tragic survivor. The son of a hero who just couldn't quite measure up to his father's sacrifice. A brain. An idiot. Wasted potential. Psychologically damaged. A player. A scholar. A hedonist.

If he had spent a lifetime worried about the consistency of mankind's need to stereotype, he would have gone batshit crazy a long time ago.

What did he want here?

The answer itself was pretty easy. He wanted to find some common ground. He wanted like Spock, discover what it was about the Vulcan that fascinated him so; what it was that drew his attention irrevocably. Wanted to create an awesome command team with him. Wanted to work off each others' strengths the way they had when facing Nero. Wanted to discover what would inspire the elder, other universe Spock to claim that Jim had been and always would be his friend. And wanted to know what Pike meant when he'd offhandedly made the statement that they would be good together.

But, most of all, he wanted to succeed as Captain of the Enterprise.

"I told you. I want to win. In a way, I feel like I've partially won already, because you're here. But I... need your help to win fully," he sighed, and leaned back, deciding not too read too much or too little from the Vulcan's stoic expression.

"Let's be real here. They gave me this ship because of my help in saving Earth and because the press has me painted as some kind of mythological hero. I'm not an idiot and I have no delusions. I have no practical experience captaining a Starship. But I'm smart, and I learn quickly. I can think on my toes, I can improvise with the best of them. I honestly feel I can do this.”

He paused to wave his hand to the room at large as if to show what he meant.

“I wouldn't be here if I didn't. Nero told me, on the Narada, that the Kirk from his timeline had been a great captain. Winning? For me? It's being a captain worthy of the Federation's flagship. But... I'm going to need your help with that. And I like to think that, at the same time you're helping me, I can help you, too."
Edited 2010-09-09 22:15 (UTC)

[identity profile] dawning-star.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"It would seem," Spock said slowly, hands clasped behind his back and his gaze returned to the starfield outside, "a most logical endeavor."

Well. Not exactly a ringing endorsement, but Jim knew when to take what he could get and run with it.

He grinned as a wild thought came to mind. "So, Mr. Spock -- would you happen to play chess?"
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[identity profile] verizonhorizon.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
OOPS! My bad! I was too slow! I was typing in the comment box, so I hadn't refreshed!

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
No worries. We can have the story diverge two ways. Reminds me of these 'chose your own adventure' books I read as a child. Where, at certain parts in the story, the lead character had to make a decision and you could continue reading multiple scenarios based on the different outcomes of that decision. :-)

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, Mr. Spock -- would you happen to play chess?"

Awesome. TOS Kirk and Spock shining through! :-)

And may I add how much I love that you're joining in! Yay!
Edited 2010-09-09 23:08 (UTC)
ext_393041: perfect Spock (love you k/s)

[identity profile] verizonhorizon.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Help me do what?" Spock asked, suspicion lacing his tone.

Funny how Spock held everything in but wordlessly demanded Jim spill his emotional guts.

"Anything," Jim answered with an encouraging smile. "Anything at all. Need anything right now?"

"A glass of water," Spock replied.

Jim's face fell. Dammit! He opens up, and Spock shuts him down! Was this how their entire mission was going to be?

"Jim."

Internal rant interrupted, he looked up and saw the smuggest, most smartass face on a Vulcan he'd ever seen, complete with a raised eyebrow and eyes sparkling with something like...humor. "You're having me on!" he accused with a gasp, caught somewhere between relief and irritation. He wanted to reach out to Spock, but he wasn't sure if it was to hug him or hit him. He reached out before deciding and ended up giving Spock's forearm a firm squeeze.

Spock looked down sharply at the touch, and opened his mouth to say something.

But instead of Spock's voice, Jim heard Chekov's. "Captain, we are picking up something wery strange on our long-range sensors."

Jim flipped the comm switch, as he stoop up. "I'll be right there."

Suddenly, the whole ship shuddered. Jim wobbled, grabbing onto the back of the chair. "Bridge! Report!"

"We've been fired upon, Sir!"

"Yeah, I could tell! Evasive maneuvers! I'm on my way!"

Spock was one step behind him. "I will assist you."

Jim grinned as he - they - jogged the corridors of his ship. He didn't know the scope of Spock's statement: whether Spock had been offering help for the immediate crisis or if he'd been answering Jim's earlier request for help to win at this captaining thing. Jim hoped it was both. If his intuition was to be trusted, he was sure it was both.

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jim."

Internal rant interrupted, he looked up and saw the smuggest, most smartass face on a Vulcan he'd ever seen, complete with a raised eyebrow and eyes sparkling with something like...humor. "You're having me on!" he accused with a gasp, caught somewhere between relief and irritation.


LOLOLOL! Fabulous. Love this exchange. I could just imagine it (complete with Quinto and Pine's facial expressions) playing out in my mind.
ext_393041: perfect Spock (perfect Spock)

[identity profile] verizonhorizon.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
IT'S ALL THAT VULCAN SASS. IT JUST OOZES OUT OF HIM!

[identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It totally does. And you're so, so awesome at capturing it. It's one of the things I've always loved about your characterizations (one out of many) *hugs*
ext_393041: perfect Spock (Kirk pretty)

[identity profile] verizonhorizon.livejournal.com 2010-09-10 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
*does happy dance*

Writes more.