Star Trek

、【Spirk】ferry

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Note that the beginning is the same as Stormgate, when I wrote it, it seemed that one of them was already stuck, so I just copied and pasted it to save trouble (.

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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.

Maybe it's a dreamland of Lu Li, but the touch of all this is extremely real.

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——

"...Jim?"

"Are you having a nightmare?"

"Jim wake up...Jim!"

He was pulled out of the painful wine red by the anxious voice, opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, unfortunately, he was immediately hit by dizziness.Fortunately, the warm and strong arms supported him at the right time, which saved the back of his head from an intimate collision with the bed board. Kirk blinked blankly, the black mist slowly dissipated, and finally he could clearly see the anxious brown eyes of the person in front of him ;Spock frowned deeply, repeating the question he'd heard as consciousness gradually came to him: "Tell me, are you having nightmares again?"

There's no need to hide from Spock. Kirk nods wearily, resting his forehead on Spock's arm holding him, and Spock sits down on the edge of the bed, allowing him to transfer more weight.

"It's been 1.4 years," Spock said, his voice serious. "It's been 1.4 years since you had a dream like this. The last time you repeated this dream was when—"

"Hey, I'm fine. You don't have to recount that day, I remember it." Kirk's voice was quiet, still revealing the exhaustion of waking from a nightmare, "It's not exactly the same. It's just... the red sea."

Spock frowned, looking at him puzzled. "Did you dream of…?"

"...Maybe. There is a figure, very similar."

Spock pauses for a moment before slowly opening his brow and softening his voice, rubbing his thumbs against the bone in the back of his neck like a child; it always settles him. Spock said, "Maybe because of today's schedule, I guess."

"Maybe." Kirk had already adjusted between dream and reality, he pushed Spock away slightly, and put on his usual bright smile to examine his husband's attire, "You're wearing a suit today."

"Yes." Spock raised his eyebrows, which meant he decided to let him skip the subject, "for today's trip." He bent down and picked up another set from the chair, "You should change too. We Reservations leave in 22.3 minutes and you have 14.1 minutes to eat."

Kirk yawned profusely and Spock stood up and left, giving Kirk time to get ready.Kirk stopped him when he got to the door: "Spock."

"What is it, my love?"

Kirk froze for a moment, then smiled: "You wouldn't call me baby or sweetheart, but call me this."

"I assume you're used to it."

"Yeah—" Kirk drawled, "I love this, Mr. Wenchao."

Spock returned a small smile, which the eccentric gentleman usually doesn't smile at.His hand was already on the doorknob: "Why did you call me just now?"

"Oh yeah." Kirk ruffled his straw-colored hair, making it messier than real straw. "Nightmare stuff...don't tell her. Okay?"

Spock looks at him disapprovingly for a moment, then nods. "She's eating. Whole wheat bread, skim milk, a fried egg, and half an apple."

"Great pairing, my love." Kirk smiled genuinely. "Wish I had an extra ham or bacon with my share."

Of course, Spock had let him down, and Kirk's breakfast had no meat.Unhappily, he pulled out his chair and sat down, scratching the fried egg with his fork.

The little girl who was sitting across from him and buried herself in breakfast drank the milk in one gulp, came to lick the white side of her lips, and raised her head to stare at him: "No picky eaters, Jimmy."

"Don't sound like Spock, sweetheart." Kirk's face was wrinkled in frustration: for three years, he'd been trying to teach the brat to be a happy, healthy, normal kid, and yet all of his efforts had been subdued by Spock The influence of it was wiped out.

Milaaya raised her left eyebrow (since she learned Spock's unique recipe last month, she has been obsessed with practicing it everywhere): "I'm not copying Pocky."

"You are here."

"I do not have."

"There is."

"No."

"At once--"

"Stop arguing about pointless things like a toddler." Spock took Kirk's half apple and placed it on his plate, intervening just in time for the regular debate, "You're 24.8 years older than Laaya , and I couldn't tell from the conversation just now."

"Well, what you say is what you say." Kirk held up his hands in surrender, and the little girl giggled, which made the former much more comfortable: after all, if he really learned from Spock, the guy wouldn't laugh so happily of.

After breakfast it was time to dress up the only lady, and Spock chose her a black gauze dress with a big white bow at the back, which was Milaaya's favourite.She handed the comb and hair tie to Kirk who was sitting on the sofa, and sat down cross-legged on the carpet obediently.

"Lady can't sit like that, baby."

"Then how do you sit?"

"Bend your knees, close together."

"Like this?"

"Yes."

Kirk tied her limp black hair into two strands, hanging limply over her chest.The little girl looked in the mirror and went to the door to change her shoes with satisfaction, white socks and black leather shoes.

Kirk stood up to find his own suit jacket and put it on, while Spock was still struggling with the tie; the former reluctantly walked over to help him, and Mr. Almighty handled everything except the tie. Spock glanced at the girl wearing shoes on the little chair in the hallway. "You're getting better at your craft."

"Thank you for the compliment." Kirk gently pushed the last knot up with his index and middle fingers, "If someone said three years ago that I would tie a girl's hair, I would have laughed out loud."

"Life is impermanent, my love."

"Indeed." Kirk sighed, putting his hands in his trouser pockets, and looking at Milaaya with Spock, "Does she know what she's going to do today?"

"I've been told. Normally I wouldn't choose such dark shades for her."

"Do you think she really understands... those meanings?"

"Laaya is growing up, and she'll always understand. Don't worry, my love."

"hope so."

They walked together to the waiting little girl.

It rained a lot yesterday, and the air is filled with the fragrance of soil and the smell of cleanliness.There were not many people in the cemetery. The cemetery keeper greeted the two adults with a smile, and bent down to say hello to the minor. The latter replied him politely, which made Kirk very proud: Everyone likes it his little girl.

He had become a father for no reason, and now, he felt... well done.

The two people led the child from left to right, and finally stopped at the end of the row of tombstones.There are no visitors here, no blooming bouquets or fading flowers, an empty platform, and there is no room for thoughts in a square inch.A rain yesterday washed the black marble clean and spotless, as if the master left without the slightest thought.

That's not quite right.There is still one concern, and that...and she is living a healthy, happy, happy life.To live in this world, protected by some who stay and blessed by those who leave.

Milaaya looked up at Spock and then at Kirk, and the adults nodded and let go of her hand. Kirk also glances at Spock, who is always tense for no reason at such moments; the warmth of the little girl's hand finally eases his agitation when the latter lets go of the little girl's hand and covers his again.

The little girl took a bouquet of calla lilies from Spock, budding and dewy.She bent down and placed them on the flower stand, her small face was rarely serious.She's only five, and doesn't really understand death and what it means, as Kirk fears; but