Star Trek

Heart stumbled, and fell to the ground. Jim struggles to get up again and finds it difficult, he doesn't know how to position his hands and feet, so he just sits there, looking in Frank's direction trying to figure out what's going on.

Frank gulped down a bottle of wine, which slammed onto the floor, splattering glass everywhere, and the siren in the room went off sharply, and the man yelled at him to shut him up.The computer followed the voiceprint instructions to quiet down, but the man didn't.He still roared in grief and anger, like a wounded lion, his hair and beard were glued together by tears, so embarrassed and decadent.

Crying and yelling, he crushed the shards under his feet, which might soon go through the soles of his shoes.

There's so much pain in his voice that Jim can't tell what's in the grunts, but his heart skips a beat: This man—this man may really love Mom.

Otherwise why is he so sad?

And Jim realized that crying so loudly that it was noise was the proper expression of grief; calm and silence were not.of course not.

He moved his body that lost his strength, wanting to comfort Frank; they used to form a family through their mother, and now that their mother has left, maybe they are relatives who depend on each other——

"you……"

Frank saw him, and it took a few seconds to figure out who was touching him, and then the bloodshot eyes became even more bloodshot.He roared, and raised another wine bottle again: "You--this broom star--"

Jim shuddered.

He froze.Such a reaction was not within his expectations.

No no no.This is a normal reaction.This is Frank, isn't it?Such a scene full of tenderness, hugging, crying and supporting each other - that is the unrealistic fantasy that appeared in his muddled mind.

He told himself: to run.Otherwise his head would probably bloom like the original bottles.

Frank was still yelling something.

You killed everyone.

It's all you.It's always you isn't it?

You killed your father, forced your brother away, and now you killed your mother.And I.What should I do next?I won't support you, you even—

You hateful, abominable--

Frank's big hands gripped his wrists like scorching pincers, and the wine bottle hung above him to the left, where the light of the setting sun refracted so dazzlingly.

Jim suddenly didn't want to run away.What is the pain of flesh and blood?His heart has been shattered into tens of millions, and all the hopes he had finally ignited and the little bit of good perception of life were all extinguished.

The boy closes his eyes.

James, don't cry, don't be afraid, don't run away.

15. 【Spirk】When he walked silently away

Three times (or four) she was annoyed his curiosity, and once she got curious instead.

1.

The first time Uhura saw Kirk was at the Orientation Ceremony, and as a third year student, of course she had to take on some responsibility for taking care of the incoming students (actually, she just had to listen to the same empty lectures).Everyone is wearing the same red college uniform, but JimKirk is not an individual who will be submerged in the crowd - blond hair, blue eyes, beautiful face and eternal smile, his gestures reflect the confidence of "I'mfuckingfantastic", which is enough to attract Eyeballs gone.

Uhura didn't want to look at him either, she hated staring at sugar boys like a nympho little girl and all the unrealistic fantasies surrounding it.It's a pity that Gaila is what she is - and she always will be; Orions love hormones with no limits.So the redhead was tugging down on her tights and elbowing Uhura, pursing her lips in the direction of the new student.

"Forgive me." Uhura rolled his eyes. "James T. Kirk, a freshman at the Command Academy, Iowa native—I know this is your favorite, I've seen it for you on the admissions list."

Gaila's eyes didn't fall on her, but her voice was sweet: "Oh, I love you baby."

Uhura rolled his eyes again.

Coincidentally, at this time, the freshman student who had been putting his hands in his pockets seemed to be able to hear the conversation from a long way away, turned around and waved his hands in their direction, revealing that—how should I say it? With a smile of gold.

"God." Gaila was very pleased with this, and nudged her again with her elbow, "Did you see his eyes--the last time I saw this blue was on the planet Edol, you know, their sea " The girl returned a suggestive smile using her unstoppable hormonal offensive, and Uhura blinked knowingly when she saw Kirk, and then returned her gaze to the rostrum.

"God." Uhura sighed exactly the same as Gaila just now, resisting the urge to roll his eyes again.On her first day at the academy, making sexual insinuations to a stranger whom she didn't know her name and even so far away (she just believed her good friend would recruit this person) - what are these people here for? The best starship academy in the Federation?

But her slander didn't last long, and something else caught her attention: the thunderous applause from the audience reminded her of the most anticipated highlight of the day—Professor Spock's speech on stage.That's why she came to the hustle and bustle of the scene, after all, it's rare to hear Professor Spock talk about topics outside of class, and his classes are always overcrowded.

Professor Spock has the same flat intonation voice that every Vulcan has, and they're filled with a lot of careful and serious complex written vocabulary (the most hypnotic kind), but he's certainly one of the most popular professors in the Academy— -How do you say that?As long as you are good and you look good.

That's right, Uhura, like every student who has taken the introductory logic course and the comparative elective course of Vulcan-Romulan customs, is full of admiration for Professor Vulcan.Maybe there was a little affection added to her share, who knows. Professor Spock stepped onto the podium, without any suspense, dressed in the academy uniform that Gaila ridiculed as "not understanding fashion elements", and perfectly wore the Vulcan hairstyle, Vulcan eyebrows and Vulcan expressions.

But he stood in the middle of the sea of ​​eyes, under the clear sky and the sun, with a straight back and a steady voice, everything was undoubtedly perfect.

During the speech, Uhura accidentally caught a glimpse of the romantic freshman just now, and he was also looking at the stage intently, pursing his lips.It's a pity that he was too far away, and Uhura couldn't see his expression clearly.

2.

Uhura has a natural sensitivity and sensitivity to language. Among the 57 languages ​​​​that she has learned so far, there is almost nothing that can stump her. Lower than B+.So, of course, she was Professor Spock's top student in his ancient Vulcan/Surak poetry appreciation class.

In addition to discussing academic issues, Uhura has become Spock's teaching assistant, and has more professional contact with him, and they occasionally eat together in the college cafeteria.Although Uhura really can't stand the blandness of Plomeek soup, she still has a little joy in her heart-of course, she doesn't plan to take this relationship further while they are still in the academy, and she will graduate in a year Well, it wouldn't be too late to express my heart to Professor Spock then - even if Vulcans are emotionally dull as wood.

In the third month after the start of the new semester, Uhura was surprised to find James Kirk sitting in the last row in the classroom of poetry appreciation class.This made her a little unhappy, she didn't have a good impression of the guy from the first meeting, let alone after the third week, Kirk's reputation for unrestrained discharge was heard throughout the school-for Uhura, "notorious" "Should be a better adjective.

Contrary to what she'd imagined, though, Gaila didn't get into a fight with Kirk right after the ceremony -- in fact, not afterward.Uhura was also a little puzzled when comforting the frustrated Orion girl, but she couldn't get more points for this.

"Why are you here?" As a teaching assistant, she has the obligation to expel "idlers and others". Uhura walked to Kirk, who was resting by the window, and PADD slammed on his desk, "This is not an elective course that can be audited. Moreover, the appreciation of Surak poetry is only open to students above the third grade." Similarly, Professor Spock also never taught anything below third grade.Vulcan Academy's outstanding expatriate researchers certainly shouldn't waste their talent on the back of the dumb.

Kirk was not annoyed at being disturbed in his sleep, put on a friendly smile, and blinked away the sleepiness in his blue eyes, "Maybe I was admitted exceptionally?"

Professor Spock never