Star Trek

Star Trek

Author: Ying Jiehuo

Star Trek AOS fans

Spock/Kirk

Sulu/Chekov

Content tags: fantasy space reunion interstellar superheroes

Search keywords: Protagonist: Spock, Kirk┃Supporting role: Sulu, Chekov┃Others: Spirk, Chulu, Star Trek

1.【Spirk】White Lie

Jimmy doesn't like birthdays.

The boy held his brother's hand and muttered unhappily.His voice was not too loud, just within Sam's hearing range, but not overheard by those pesky grown-ups.

Jimmy hates this.hate them.

The miniature Kirk followed the small Kirk in the bustling venue. The child's strength and patience were almost exhausted, and he dragged his steps slowly, with I-not-happy-happy written all over his face.He really, really hated the last week of March every year, though he'd only had three, and was on his fourth; when so many strangers flocked to Riverside from all directions— Celebrating the birthday of Jim Kirk Jr. in memory of their great and heroic colleague, General George Kirk.

But Jim didn't know his father. George Kirk, the name that will always shine in the Starlink, to Jim is just a hologram, a brand that belongs to Kirk's family, and the same as the word "father" - a title that is too far away, illusory as if in a bubble , It will break with one poke.

Four years ago, more than 400 days and nights ago, George Kirk turned into stardust in the universe. He took away Jim's fatherly love, took away Winona's penis, and also took away what his little brother should have, love for him.At that time, Sam was only seven years old, and the seven-year-old child blamed the newborn baby for his father's departure and his mother's depression; in the next four years of getting along, the shadow of death may be more or less fading, but it will not disappear.

Still, Sam Kirk shouldered the responsibility of caring for his young brother while his mother was on a mission in a galaxy far, far away.Right now, for example, he has to stop and take a small piece of Black Forest cake from a nearby tray: perhaps the sweet treat will ease his brother's anxiety—and his own.

"Fill your stomach, Jimmy. Don't complain, at least we can see mom today, can't you? Mom said she has prepared a surprise—a gift from the little Duke, it will be super cool!" Sam gobbled down a Napoleon Cake, which eased his anxiety a little.This is a good thing.

But the little one couldn't eat it.With a bitter face, he tiptoed to put the cake back: "Sammy, how long has it been since we saw Mommy?"

"Uh, three months? Five months?" The older one quickly intercepted the cake, and then it went into his stomach, "The meal that was taken out cannot be put back, it's against the rules."

"I almost forgot what Mommy is like..."

"Come on, we only had a video call with her last week."

"That's different..."

"What's the difference?"

"It's different just to be different." The four-year-old boy argued stubbornly, but his voice was noticeably quieter.He stared at the toes of his shoes, brand new, the first present he'd received at the venue today; from Aunt Lemia or Uncle Hee'sh—he couldn't remember, it was always a colleague of his parents.

Sam wanted to raise his arm and wipe the residue from his mouth with his sleeve, but the moment he tilted his head—out of the corner of his eye, he caught a beautiful girl.So he put down his arm, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, packed himself solemnly and then patted Jim on the back: "Okay, go and sit on the little chair over there for a while. When Mom comes, we can Here we go."

Coincidentally, Jim didn't want to follow Sam and continue to greet every adult with caring and sympathetic eyes, so he obediently passed through the crowd and hid in a corner where no one noticed.The little boy climbed onto the high suspension chair, and it swayed gently with his weight, gradually shaking him out of sleepiness.

Before Jim fell into a brief sleep, he vaguely saw a ridiculous - black watermelon-like hairstyle flashing in front of him.Before he had time to laugh at the child in his heart, his eyelids were too heavy to open.

When he woke up again, he was in a strange yet familiar arms.The boy blinked, a little in disbelief, and stretched out his hand in a sleepy little call, afraid that what he touched was just a hallucination: "Mommy?"

"Sweetheart, why are you sleeping here?" Winona smiled at him, holding his little hand.Mother's palm is soft and warm, "I'll catch a cold."

The long-lost sense of security came; the breath belonging to his mother enveloped him gently, and from that moment Jim knew that smell is a better marker than appearance-human noses are good. Winona put him down, squatted in front of him and straightened his wrinkled little suit, with a smile still on his face; Jim hadn't seen her smile without haze like this for a long time, he was really happy for her from the bottom of his heart, But I don't know why there is a faint worry hovering around.The child couldn't tell, but his nose could smell it.

"My little one, today's birthday is really glorious." Winona stood up, still holding him, "Okay, let's start the party."

Jim took three strides and two strides, almost trotting to keep up with the grown-up pace.He subconsciously turned around to look for Sam's figure - his brother was the person he was most familiar with; Sam was standing next to a beautiful blue-skinned girl talking and laughing, not noticing his anxious gaze.The little disappointment in the boy's heart is fleeting, and the spotlight hits him. He is the real little protagonist today.

Winona didn't pick him up again, and even let go of his hand to hold the microphone; she was very well dressed today, and that was the real brilliance.

"Thank you for coming to Jim Kirk's birthday party. I'm so proud of my son."

She's smiling—the kind that still makes Jim vaguely uneasy.If the memory of the four-year-old is not too mistaken, Winona should have said something more formal... more tactful.

"We are here to honor the memory of my late husband, Admiral George Kirk."

That name hung a small, cold wind on the child's heart.But Jim hadn't had time to feel sad about his father, whom he had never met, and the bad premonition came true when a stranger walked up to them—a man with a beard and a round face.Without warning, he walked to Winona's side, and the people holding wine glasses below were looking at him curiously.

The disgust that came from nowhere made Jim subconsciously dodge beside Winona, his little hand clutching the corner of his mother's skirt; it was the only safe place for him to be under the eyes of everyone.But his mother pushed him out from behind, with a smile on her face that made her look young and attractive: "Come on, Jimmyboy, look, this is the new daddy—"

That's what she calls surprise.

This is the gift from the distant little Duke star that she talked about a few days ago.

No.

……Do not!

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, with blessings and doubts, and even more surprises.And the child on the stage wanted to cry and scream, he hated this man from the very first sight; he didn't want to be stared at by his sinister eyes, let alone him——so naturally pulled Lift up mother's hand.

However, someone is bigger and one step ahead than him.

The sound of huge plates and bowls shattering caught the attention of the audience. The 11-year-old boy pushed all the delicious food at hand to the ground, and the splashed debris caused even greater screams, and the audience rioted instantly. Get up, and the instigator casts a gouged look at the stage: "I hate you all—forever!"

Sam ran out.And Jim froze in place.

The strange man shrugged at Winona with an "I told you so" expression, who looked pained and angry.She let go of the hand on Jim's shoulder again: "Stay here obediently, Jim, don't run around." Winona explained scribbled, the warmth had long since been lost in the words.She frowned, apologizing to her guests as she chased in the direction Sam had left, with Frank right behind her.

The four-year-old, well-dressed little protagonist stays in the spotlight foolishly.Little Jim can't quite comprehend how the world has changed in just a few seconds, but he knows his world is shattering.Moisture formed in the boy's eyes, he forgot his mother's order to stay where he was, and let his feet lead him out of the venue in a daze.

Why can't he wipe off the water in his eyes?

The child sat blankly on a small stool, with weeds under his feet and the noisy venue behind him.The sky was gloomy, and he was suspended in a world of one person, with his head bowed like a withered flower.Tears were still falling uncontrollably, the boy raised the back of his hand to rub his wet cheeks, but found it was futile, so he chose to give up.

After a while, a black watermelon appeared in front of him. Jim looked up at the intruder.

"Go away." The boy muttered indistinctly with a crying voice