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Roommates

Fanfiction - Spirk

Chapter I

Captain Pike had heard the distress call for Tarsus IV, and he had prepared himself for the worst. What he hadn’t prepared himself was to see was the long trenches of dead human and alien bodies, the mangled bodies of infants tangled in their dead mother's arms, or the skeleton guards that were no match for phasers. And he most certainly had not prepared for the dark warehouse that was filled with frail children, who looked as if they would blow away with a single breath.

A handful of children stumbled towards him, numbers permanently tattooed on the sides of their thin necks in blocky letters. Among many of them, a boy whose number read ‘03’. He had held two younger boys upright, before collapsing into Captain Pike’s arms. Pike immediately recognized him as James Tiberius Kirk, he was the spitting image of his father.  

Pike had commented that James (he was the only one who could call Jim that) had probably survived, due to his mother hen instincts for others. Without having Kevin and Thomas along with him to care for, James would have died a while ago.

Pike had found this most ironic, considering he hadn’t had much (nearly any) parenting to go by. And yet he had filled the role as a faithful guardian for them, and many other boys, who hadn’t made it. Pike knew James blamed himself for their deaths. He knew their names were tattooed on his ribs in morse:

.--. .- ..- .-..

--- -.. .. …

-.-. .... .-. .. …

-.- .- .-. .. . --

Once he asked the reason they were in morse. He explained he had taught them morse code, and when they were being tortured by Kodos, they would use it to communicate. He also said, that Odis, before he had died, had tapped out ‘I love you,’ on Jim’s wrist before he died. Pike found his eyes filled with tears at the end of the story.

James was nothing like what he had looked like in the opaque light of the warehouse that smelled like sickness. As he held his possessions in boxes, and hauled them into the dorm with the help of Pike and Kevin, Pike couldn’t help but feel as if the boy was an entirely different being from the one that had been distant and quiet the whole passage to earth.

He mostly filled out, and looked more like his father than ever, with his golden curls, bright blue eyes, and golden skin. He was happier, cracking jokes, and laughing. He was still quite short, as his growth had been majorly stunted by his lack of food and little to no sleep (Kevin and Thomas admitted that James often skipped meals for them, and standing guard at night) on Tarsus. But none the less, Kirk seemed happier than Pike had ever seen him, and he was glad of it.

“James,” Pike called, as he was readying to leave. “I want you to know, that if anything happens, you can always come to me.”

“You know you are the only one who calls me James.” Kirk sighed, smirking slightly.

“Let’s keep it that way. But seriously, Kid. If you ever need someone I’m right across the campus.” It was all the reassurance he could give, before he left the dorm room, and made his ways to his office, to plan the lesson plans he had procrastinated about.

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Starlight I will be chasing the starlight Until the end of my life I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore

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Roommates

Chapter II

“Hi! You must be my new roommate!” Kirk greeted, turning the corner to the front door. “I hope you don't mind,  but I-” He was stunned by the figure that held a battered backpack, and a worn box.

He was tall, much taller than Kirk, and he was lean, but muscular. He was obviously Vulcan, but his pointy era and green tinged skin were the only way one could tell. His ears were pierced, his left ear bearing a lobe piercing and a cartilage piercing, his right ear had three cartilage piercings, each hole occupied with a hoop earring. His glowering bottom lip had snakebites on them. His hair was shaved on the right side, his black shiny hair flopping over sloppily to his left side. He was dressed in a black, tight T-shirt, and a tanned leather jacket was slung over his broad shoulders that Kirk will drool over later. His jeans had holes in the knees, showing off the green skin. His shoes were battered combat boots, and a black sock peeked over the tongue of them. He was slouching, and yet he still seemed twice Jim's height.

A single slanted and nicked eyebrow raised.

“I am S'chn T'gai Spock.” He declared, “But because humans possess inferior pronunciacion, if you must address me, use the name ‘Spock’.” His voice was rich and deep, and the sound of Kirk’s wet dream.

Jim automatically bristled at the word ‘inferior.’

“I’ll let your demeaning attitude slide, and mark it down to havin’ a bad day, not that you are a class A jerk.” Jim replied cockily, putting his hands on his hips.

“Perhaps I am a class A jerk. What are you going to do about it?” Spock replied, no expression on his cold features. He stepped forward, intimidatingly and looked down at Jim, who unintentionally shrunk back.

Jim’s eyes scrutinized the taller boy, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip unbeknownst to him.

‘Yes,’ he thought to himself, analyzing his roommates posture and aggressive attitude, ‘I have seen this kind of attitude before. He needs some kinda lovin’.

“Aw, shucks.” Jim said, stepping forward and smiling warmly. “You just need a hug.” He opened his arms invitingly to the Vulcan. The Vulcan flinched back at the gesture, burning cold anger surging in his eyes.

“I don’t know why your primitive brain came to that conclusion, but I assure you, I am in no need of physical reassurance.” Spock responded, and to Jim’s amazement, sidestepped the hug.  

Jim followed him, realizing getting this guy to warm up to him would be harder than a good old Kirk hug.

“You must not have been loved very well as a child. That or you were bullied or somethin’.” Jim said, secretly evaluating his body responses. The Vulcan’s back tensed ever so slightly, twitching just a tad, and Kirk knew he had hit it on the nose.

“Please do not endeavor to understand me. You would not be able to even comprehend why I am the way I am.” Spock had turned around, and the side of the box he was holding cracked under the pressure he was holding it. “Otherwise I will be enquired physically force you to leave me alone.”

“You? Fight me? Sure, you can try,” Kirk responded, smiling charmingly. Spock set down his box of possessions, and let his hungry, angry gaze meet Jim’s innocent one.

“You must realize that you are a foot shorter than me, and I am able to bench press your weight. Surely you are not that dimwitted.”

“And here you were calling me inferior. Don’t you know better than to judge a book by its cover.” Kirk replied, smiling again, to the Vulcan’s anger.

“Last I have viewed you, you were not a paper bound object used for educational nad recreational purposes.” Spock returned, opening his weird box and taking out his PADD.

“Look, we should probably set some ground rule-.”

“I conclude we only need one. If we follow this rule, there will be relative peace amidst us.” Spock stated, and Kirk smiled at the prospect.

“Oh yeah? And what's that?” He asked, his voice bordering on child-like.

“You leave me to my own devices and I leave you to yours.”  Jim’s smile faded, as Spock slammed his bedroom door shut.

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Roommates

Chapter IV

Jim Kirk (who repeatedly asked to be called Jim) was as unshakable as a small stray mammal. Spock did not know whether this was because of the night he stayed with him, or simply he enjoyed his company, Jim Kirk had latched onto him like the leech they had watched a documentary about.

No matter the comment of inferiority of humans, he could outright insult jim, and he would pay no mind. Jim Kirk just shrugged it off.

Spock found to (his irritation), that they shared many classes together, and in every single one, he managed to position himself right next to Spock, even in alphabetical order. Their names weren’t even near each other.

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He followed him to the gym, the library, the grocery store, and even the medbay, when the wilderness survival course had been to cold for him, and he had gotten mild hypothermia.

It was not like the Jim Kirk did not have friends. He knew a great deal of people, in actuality, but for some reason, he stuck to Spock’s side like glue. He turned down their offers for group studying and leisurely activities, simply to stay by Spock. He also had some enemies from his first year, one of them Gary Mitchell, whom the Jim Kirk ignored. However, while the Jim ignored those who disliked him, he was not hesitant to defend Spock’s honor. He had picked a total of seven fights, because of a Xenophobic comment from a classmate, one of them not even a rude comment a mere observation that most Vulcans did not pierce their ears.

Spock found it ridiculous and groundless. It was not endearing, nor was it fascinating. It was irritating. Spock decided, as he peered over his large Exo Chemistry book, to see a sound asleep blonde.

“Jim Kirk.” Spock said, loud enough to wake him up. The ruffled head lifted, and Spock was amused intrigued to see the book he had been using as a pillow had engraved details of it’s cover in pink lines on his cheek.

“It is soon to be lunch.” He informed.

Of course, there were three times of the day that the Jim Kirk was not present. When meals were being served, Spock found himself abandoned. He did not feel loneliness, but he was curious. Curious to the point that he would sacrifice his only time alone, to find out what his roommate did.

“May I join you for lunch?” Spock enquired, as Kirk hurriedly packed his bag, knowing he would regret this later.

“Sorry, I have to go!” Kirk said, and whirled out of the room.

Spock did not know how to feel about this rejection. He was not hurt. He was curious. Intellectually of course.

Kirk did not return. Spock sat alone in Xenolinguistics class. Spock wondered for a fraction of a second if this was because of his query, but dismissed the thought. If it was, he did not care. The human was of no importance to him either way.

All day, the Jim Kirk was missing. That night, as Spock entered the empty dark room, he found he had regretted the absence of the human. He had (almost) reached out to steer Jim Kirk by his arm as he often did when they went through crowded halls, but he stifled it quickly. He also noticed that he walked 43% slower, because the Jim Kirk had shorter strides. He had become accustomed to the humans presence, no matter how insignificant and illogical he was. It was the same attachment that humans developed to animals they domesticated. (Not like I-Chaya, I-Chaya was a companion not a mere pet).

“Computer, search campus for Jim Kirk.”

“No Jim Kirk found in database.”

“Computer search campus for Kirk.”

“A James Tiberius Kirk is located in Sick bay. Would you like directions to the sickbay?”

“Computer, is Jim a nickname for James?”

“There are no definitive theories on how Jim became the commonly used nickname for James, but the names date back to the 1820s.” The computer informed.

Spock grabbed his leather jacket, and ran strode off in search of the human.

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Roommates

Chapter III

As it turns out, it is difficult to ignore another when they are suffering from nightmares. As bad as Spock’s mother thought he was, he was not one to force another to suffer.

He was covered in sweat, and his face was distorted into pure terror, with tear streaming down his cheeks. He choked out fragments of words, and sobs wracked his body, softly.

“Jim Kirk,” Spock knew that was his name from the trophy that stood on his night shelf. “Are you ill?” Spock knew this was a lost cause, Jim Kirk was probably deeply unconscious, however he had nothing more to say.

Spock placed a warm hand on Jim’s face. Jim shuddered under his grasp, and the blinding images flashed before his face. Fire bright and hot. Arms, scarred and gangly until they reached up and grasped their shrinking, starving, stomach, a final embrace before... a tapping on the wrist, well known beats, and then they are in the cool dim light of the regulation dorm room, and Jim stares up at Spock with confused eyes, glazed with sleep.

He muttered unintelligible words that sounded like “m’sorry don’ hurt.” If possible Spock’s brows almost met. Jim Kirk must not have been in control of his mental facilities. Earlier he had wanted to fight Spock. Now he was weak and pleading mercy? What a perplexing human.

“I do not wish to harm you, Jim Kirk.” Spock whispered, as he drifted to sleep. The cerulean blue eyes opened once more.

“Stay?” He asked in a hushed and pleading tone. Spock sighed, all logical thoughts gone, and joins Jim Kirk. He knew he shouldn’t, but he did, because no matter how much the first impression was, the human was in a state of panic, and as soon as he returned to a state of unconscious, Spock would leave.

And Spock did leave. After a small five hour nap. Spock resisted the urge to say a curse word. He found that the warm light weight on his chest, that he was embracing was Jim Kirk. His floofy velutinous head was tucked into Spock’s neck, and his legs tucked neatly into each other against Spock’s ribcage.

Carefully and quietly, he extracted his limbs from the sleepy boi human, and left to go eat breakfast, rebelliously leaving his empty bed unmade.

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Kirk comforting the evil version of himself is so weird and so sweet, and honestly let’s all try to be that gentle with ourselves.

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