Star Trek

What he is now defines who he becomes, and because of that, they meet each other on their destiny.

Kirk was suddenly filled with gratitude and awe for the small room.It sounds ridiculous, but—he reaches out and grabs Spock as he walks by, who nearly falls on top of him and braces himself not fully on top of his weight just in time—

The human raised his head and kissed him, smiling: "Let's... have a blast on this at night."

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Sarek finally came back before the flames got too out of hand. When Spock heard the sound of the door opening downstairs, he used all his willpower to tear himself away from Kirk. The human with swollen lips and erratic eyes snorted dissatisfiedly, but had to suppress his physical reaction and obediently Get caught up.The two tidied up their messy hair and clothes, and went downstairs together.

Sarek looked almost the same as the first time Kirk saw him on the bridge. He was completely different from his human wife, and he nodded tensely at both of them as a greeting.But Kirk can be sure his eyes are friendly (this is by no means wishful thinking on his part).Just before Kirk could figure out how to get along with father-in-law, he noticed another man behind the ambassador.

A little Vulcan girl with full bangs, shawl hair, wearing a traditional gown, emerald green eyes, and sickly pale skin—although Vulcans are very white, she is too white.She didn't look like she was eight or nine, about Jo's age, but she was much quieter than the lively little guy - she followed Sarek into the door, looking like she was trying to contain her emotions.

This is what Amanda called T'Pring.She bit her lip, looked at Spock with twinkling eyes, and called his name.

Kirk looked at his partner wonderingly, the half-Vulcan raised his eyebrows at him, walked quickly towards the girl, and hugged her: "Long time no see."

The girl's pale little face was flushed green with excitement, but she still tried to remain calm, except for a slight tremor in her voice that gave her away; the girl said, "Long time no see, Spock."

Well, this is getting a little weird.The little girl looks at Spock like he's a ray of light—or a savior or something.Human beings stuck in place in embarrassment, wondering if it would be better to introduce themselves at this time.Is it better to be towards Sarek, or is it better to be towards T'Pring?

But before he could make a sound, the little Vulcan over there had noticed him—finally noticed the presence of another alien in the room besides Amanda.

The little girl looked down at him in Spock's arms, and frowned: "Who are you?"

"Jim Kirk, from Earth."

"I can tell your race. I'm asking you, why did you appear in the ambassador's residence?"

Kirk glanced at the other adults, who all looked at him with half-smile expressions (or eyes).There was a bad premonition in his stomach, as if there was a trap ahead, but no one reminded himself not to jump into it.

"Because I..." He licked his lips, "Uh, invited?"

At such a young age, the girl has a subtle majesty: "What kind of identity is it?"

Kirk didn't know how to answer.Should he answer son-in-law?But he and Spock are just a link, not officially married... Does Vulcan have a wedding?

So he asked back: "What about you? What is your identity?"

A shyness flickered in T'Pring's eyes; she looked at Spock who was hugging her, pursed her lips, and the green blush on her cheeks: "I am Spock's future bride."

The author has something to say:

It's not a child bride, it's just a little girl's wishful thinking when she was a child, and she wanted to marry the big brother next door.

71. 【Spirk】Storm Gate

He felt like he was in a dream.

The wine-red sea waves were viscous and hot, burning his skin and vision.They converged from all directions until they lifted him wrapped in the center, gradually upward, upward, and upward from the lowest point, the undercurrent seized his movements and breaths and made him unable to move or breathe. Feeling helpless and falling to a higher place—it was indeed a fall.There are small electric currents around, and it doesn't hurt, but these noisy signals that can't find the source are doing their best to block thinking.The memory was fragmented, he didn't know where he was, and he couldn't remember why he was here, he had never seen this ocean—he didn't think he had.He watched helplessly as the countless rising bubbles lost weight in the opposite direction with him, but they shattered into billions of dazzling light spots the moment they were about to float to the surface.Those light spots are etched on the retina and block vision.His optic nerves tingled for a while, and then, a blurred image passed through his eyes and was directly transmitted to the cerebral cortex. A familiar figure fell down like a leaf, without any struggle, and fell straight into the crimson around him, Disappeared in an instant in the continuously boiling ocean——

"...hey, hey, how's the mud?"

His consciousness rose slowly, and was finally pulled out of the crimson sea. Kirk opened his eyes from the dream, stood up almost subconsciously and made a defensive movement; he was—was the best soldier in the empire, with sharper mobility than anyone else.But the severe pain from the abdomen prevented him from fully standing up, Kirk groaned in pain, and then was held down by the owner of the voice: "Mu is seriously injured, don't move, the nest is here for you Treat the wound."

Kirk opened his eyes to see a young face.Russians.He thought for a moment to determine the basic identity of the stranger: he was very young, not even more than 20 years old; the big blue eyes gleamed with pure kindness, and his hands were stained with blood from his wounds but he didn't care—well, In any case, it may not be life-threatening for the time being in the hands of this person.

"You are?" Kirk gasped.

"P□□elChekov, sir. The mud can call me pasha, and Hikaru always calls me that-no, no, no mud, don't move; hikaru, there is not enough gauze!"

Only then did Kirk realize that there were more than one people around him. There was another silent Asian face behind the Russian boy. He silently handed over the gauze and disinfectant, and then turned his head while biting the bandage on his forearm with his teeth. One section, the left hand dexterously went around the other section and tied a knot, very skillfully.

"hikaruSulu." The Asian youth nodded, introducing himself.

"Jim Kirk. Thank you." Kirk sat up with Chekov's help as he wrapped the wound in his abdomen.

"You're welcome, humans should help each other at this time." Chekov smiled at him, his smile unobstructed.The kid seemed too trusting, Kirk judged, which had been a good thing—but not now.At least not at this moment when the empire is destroyed and the smoke is everywhere. "Is there a temporary shelter nearby? It's not a good idea to stay here." Kirk looked around, and there were ruins everywhere.

"Sorry, the painkillers are not enough, Ni may have to bear with it." The boy helped him stand up with a little apology,

Kirk waved his hand and made a nonchalant expression—he's a soldier, he's been through thousands of injuries, and it doesn't hurt—oh god damn it, he stepped on a rolling pebble and staggered, Fortunately, Sulu reacted quickly to catch him; but it still affected the wound, and the blood soon soaked the white gauze.

Sulu and Chekov alone hold him like he's a cripple; well, he admits, he is now.

Sulu glanced behind him, the neighborhood dead after a few bombings: "I'll take you to our settlement, where there are doctors and medicine. You need stitches and better cleaning."

Kirk had no choice but to be dragged away by the two young men like a tattered sack.

"My God, boy, have you been bombed by the bomb once?"

Seeing Chekov and Sulu supporting Kirk back, the doctor at the resettlement site—actually a base—frowned deeply: "Come here quickly, you need a mummy treatment."

'What is mummy therapy? ’ Kirk mouthed Sulu surreptitiously on the way to the doctor (his name was McCoy, Chekov had told him on the way).

'You'll get enough gauze to cover your entire body. 'Sulu also lip-synced.

Well.he does not want. Kirk scowled, it sounded too disgusting, and it was going to make it hard for him to move—and he couldn't stop.There are more enemies waiting for him to clean up, and the spread is getting faster and faster.

The technique of a professional doctor is indeed incomparable to quick first aid. The temporary bandage was removed, and McCoy began to extract personal information from Kirk while nagging Chekov that the knotted style ruined his aesthetics: "You from Where is it from, what is it called?"

"East. Jim Kirk."

"East?" Hearing that Chekov also came over, "It's Rivers