Star Trek

Xie: "...that's fine. But next time I want to order more mature patterns."

"As you wish," Spock said, "Next time."

After turning off the lights, Jim still didn't feel sleepy. He tossed and turned dishonestly on the big soft bed, and soon his favorite pillow, Mr. Raindrop, was pushed under the bed.He rolled over again, and his feet accidentally kicked Spock who was sleeping on the other side, and the cold made the latter wince. "…Jim."

The boy rolled over and sat up: "Sorry, did I bump into you?"

Spock sat up too. "Your feet are cold. Do you need to turn up the air conditioner a few degrees?"

"No." Jim tugged at his new pajamas. "It'll be fine in a while. And you're warm enough."

"I noticed you seemed to have trouble sleeping."

Jim wanted to retort out of habit, but he didn't know what excuse to use and muttered a few meaningless monosyllables.

"Computer, 30% light." Spock lifted the covers from his side and patted the empty pillow next to him. "Come here, Jim. We need to find a way to get you to sleep faster."

The child crawled over from Shan Ruliu and nestled beside him.Vulcans have a higher body temperature than humans, and Spock is always so warm around him.

"Would you like to tell me a bedtime story?" the boy asked.

"Vulcans don't tell stories. Or you want to listen to the ancient teachings of Surak."

"No, I'm not listening. blablabla—"

"Do you still remember the few famous sayings I taught you?"

"Nam-torwakvahyut... s'veshtna'fa'wakhehpla'rok?"

"Pla'rak, actually."

"Ok."

"The second half of the sentence?"

"I don't remember, I don't remember."

"I'wakmesukh-yutt'on."

"I'wakme...mesukh-yutt'ou."

"t'on."

"…t'on." Jim rolled over on his face on the pillow, blue eyes soft in the dim light, "Spocky, what do you think I'll be when I grow up?"

The fact that the child didn't notice the problem left the adult briefly stunned for a few seconds. Spock's fingers tightened on the rim. "What do you wish...to be?"

Jim frowned and thought for a while, resting his chin on his face: "I used to want to be a painter. But then Sam said the things I drew no one could understand. Then I wanted to be a postman--that was cool. But Sam Said postman has been dead for 200 years. Then I didn’t think about it.”

Spock asked, "Have you thought about leaving…Iowa?"

"Leaving Iowa?" the boy's eyes widened. "I've never even left Riverside. The furthest I've ever been was to see a starship at the shipyard over there on the border—you know, the one that commemorates my dad. "

"Your father," the Vulcan mused for a moment, "General George Kirk, he was a hero."

"Yes, yes, my ears are callused from hearing this sentence since I was a child." The boy lay down and buried his face in the pillow, his voice sounded muffled, "He is a hero, he is a hundred People's savior, is the pride of the Star Federation - he is so cool, so superior, so great, but that is George Kirk, not equal to my father. To me, he is just a father I have never met."

"You…" Spock tried, but failed, to choose his words. "Do you hate him?"

"Hate?" Jim showed his eyes, which looked understated but covered with a layer of sadness that didn't belong to his age, "How could I hate him, he gave me life." He stretched out his finger, "...twice. "

He sat up again, picked up Mr. Raindrop on the ground and hugged him: "Actually, I'm okay, Sam is sad, after all, he has been with Dad for several years. Actually, I am not very sad, I have never seen this How can I be sad?" The child bit his lip and lowered his voice, "I'm just curious sometimes... How would it feel to be hugged by such a tall and strong person? "

Spock looks at him, but doesn't speak.And Jim felt his gaze, burst out laughing and threw himself on him, almost hitting him hard in the stomach: "But now I know—"

Fortunately, the weight of a ten-year-old boy who is slightly thinner than his peers is not a threat to an adult Vulcan. Spock looked at the boy who was rolling around on him like a happy puppy, and stroked him. His fluffy blond hair: "Maybe your future is also to become an excellent starship captain."

"—I don't want it." The boy rejected the "proposal" without the slightest hesitation, "It's the captain again—is this a tradition in the Kirk family? Dad, then mom, Sam is doing what he loves most I went for scientific research, but I still have something to do with the Star Alliance. I'm not a fatalist, I want to live my own life, and it has nothing to do with binding others." Jim stretched across his body, "I I don’t want to live for others, and I don’t want others to do anything for me.”

"Spunaubolayalart'Wehkubolayalart'Zamuilt'Veh, the interests of the many take precedence over the interests of the few. You can't get out of society, you're born to have relationships with your surroundings, Jim."

The child didn't speak, just yawned.

Spock rests his palms under the back of his head, feeling the scar that has scabbed over.This was left by Ji when he was seven years old. The boy mentioned it to him. For a nest of shivering birds amidst lightning and thunder, he climbed up a tall tree several people high in the wind and rain, but the branches broke under his feet and fell straight down. Fortunately, it was discovered in time that no major problems were left.So, Spock also knew that even though the boy's words were full of youthful contempt and disdain just now, Jim Kirk was still the kind of personality who was willing to give his life for a stranger - he had such blood flowing, selfless and fearless.

But he also knows that Jim just doesn't care about his own life a lot of the time... not at all.At the age of ten, the self-destructive tendency may not have been fully exposed, but it is like a **** seed buried in a small body, and one day it will explode.

Spock doesn't know how long he can be with Jim, and it's even more difficult to predict what will happen to the child when he is not around; the "all-knowing" Vulcan has never encountered such a headache and tangled problem in his life.

"Sleep, Jim. It's getting late." Spock pushed him. "Computer, lights at 5 percent."

The child yawned again, got up and got into the bed, leaning against the adult's arms to gain a sense of security.They have only known each other for a few months, but they seem to have known each other for several lifetimes.The boy curled up beside him like a kitten and closed his eyes, eyelashes drooping to cover his jewel-like blue eyes: "Good night, Spocky."

"Good night, Jim."

Children always fall asleep quickly and soundly.Small, even breaths came quickly from his side. Spock lay down too, staying still on his side so as not to wake the kid.He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, the events of the day organized into categories in his memory palace.It was still snowing outside, and he could hear it falling on the eaves and the ground.Some light slipped in through the cracks in the curtains that were not drawn tightly.Before he slipped into dreamless slumber he thought back to the Vulcan phrase he had just taught the young boy, Nam-torwakvahyuts'veshtna'fa'wakhehpla'rak. I'wakmesukh-yutt'on.

Time is a loop connecting the past and the future, and the present...is the hub where the two meet.

22. [Spirk] Lllawarra Flame Tree

The child woke up in the middle of the night.The body temperature of the Vulcan is too high, it is like a stove nearby - although it is a cold winter night, there is really no need to reheat the air-conditioned room. Jim woke up, opened his eyes and saw Spock facing his sleeping face, the Vulcan's breathing was very light and quiet, and the sleep was also shallow, Jim wanted to sniff, but he held back, and carefully pulled his hands from under the covers Came out and rubbed his nose.

Spock came into his life without warning, like a gift that popped out of nowhere.But it wasn't a good place for Jim to meet Spock for the first time. At the police station in Riverside, when he almost fell off a cliff in a neighbor's antique car and was arrested for speeding and road damage. Department.Along the way, he wondered who he would see again in the police station this time, whether it was a furious neighbor or a student of his mother or a colleague of his father-anyway, they would always get him out.They just wouldn't let him live -- wouldn't let him die.

He didn't really want to die that much when he rushed off the cliff.He just can't stop.He just can't stop.

But seeing a Vulcan at the guarantor's place was a bit unexpected.riverside