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imasupermuteantTitle: You've Got Growing Up to Do (Past and Future)
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing/Characters: Spock/Kirk pre-slash, Spock Prime/Kirk Prime
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1226
Series Note: This is the first in a series of unrelated one shots based on This Song.
Summary: Kirk hates his other self.
"I hate him." Jim's eyes narrowed to pinpoints as he followed an incredibly familiar shape at the other end of the mess. He stabbed down into his salad as if it were entrails or gagh or something equally disgusting and loathsome and wriggly.
Across the table from him, Bones was calmly eating his oatmeal (for lunch, which Jim thought was a crime against nature) and ignoring him in that steadfast way that assured Jim he was being listened to.
"He's stupid..." Jim said with a vicious poke at his lettuce, "And he's arrogant..." he bit down on a slice of tomato with vicious fury, "And he's fat."
Across the room the man sat down with a chicken sandwich and a cup of soup. Two equally familiar faces sat near him, nearly identical save for a certain amount of age and experience.
"He's got the Spocks eating out of his fat asshole-y hand." Jim muttered.
"Oh fer Christ's sake, Jim!" Bones growled, glaring at Jim over a spoonful of nutritious grains. "How much of the silent treatment will it take for you to figure out that I don't give a shit. Also, that's a disgusting image and I'll thank you not to repeat it."
"You give a shit!." Jim assured him, "You give a shit because he flirted with Chapel after he first got here and I never flirt with Chapel and you're on my side."
"There are no sides when--"
"Did you know he corrected me the other day? Came right up to the chair and said I was forgetting my protocol. Me! Forgetting!"
Jim's lunch was thoroughly dead. It was also standing uneaten.
"Don't you think you taking this a little too--"
"And he called me 'Jimmy'. He should know that I hate being called Jimmy."
"Jim I really think that--"
"Look!" Jim hissed suddenly, "Look at what he's eating!"
"What the hell--"
"It's pinapple" Jim told him with the wild eyes of a man pushed to his limits, "He's eating motherfucking pinapple! I'm allergic to pinapple!"
"The bastard." Bones gasped in mock shock, "How dare he develop different food intolerances! How inconsiderate!"
"Fuck you." Jim growled, "I don't need this shit in my-- Oh my god he's making out with Spock."
"What?" Bones spun around to find the elder Kirk lightly touching the first two fingers of his right hand to the first two fingers of the elder Spock's left. "Oh, that's indecent."
But Jim wasn't ranting anymore. He was looking at the older versions of himself and Spock with a look of calculated stoicism, as if the sight invoked too much to allow it to show on his face.
"Fucker." He hissed.
Bones rolled his eyes and picked up his bowl, "I'll see you in my quarters for beer and zombie flicks after shift." He told Jim, "But only if you're done being a whiny infant."
Jim looked away from the man who had held his attention the entire meal, "Sure thing. All infancy will be left at the door. What are we watching?"
"Camille and 28 Days Later."
Jim nodded and Bones could tell that he wasn't paying attention because he hated Camille and wouldn't have watched it if you tied him to a chair. Along with pineapples, cashews, and every medical treatment known to man, Jim was allergic to romantic comedies.
"I'll see you then."
Bones just grunted in disgust and left, as usual. Suddenly without a companion, Jim looked down at his mangled salad and sighed, poking at a piece of romaine.
"Good afternoon, Captain."
Jim's eyes shot up and his entire body tensed, vibrating with the force of his dislike.
"Admiral."
"I'm not an admiral anymore, Captain." His older self reminded him, "I was wondering if I could have a chat with you."
"Sure." Jim said, nodding his head at Bones' abandoned seat, "I'm always available to listen to the concerns of a passenger on my ship."
He put a little bit of cruel emphasis on 'passenger' and 'my' and the Admiral pretended not to notice.
"I understand why you don't want me on this ship." His older self began, settling himself down in the seat with the care of someone who isn't thirty five anymore. "I get it. There was a time when I was so intent on keeping this ship that I would have strangled myself to do so. I did, that one time."
Jim gave a frustrated sigh, looking his older self in the eye and gesturing with a fork, "Are you going to get to the point, or are you just going to ramble. If it's the latter I'm going to get a book out."
"You really don't like me, do you?" The Admiral asked.
"No." Jim told him, "I don't."
"Why not?" The older man gave a friendly chuckle, "You're me, I'm you. Neither one of us is an evil android, what's not to like?"
"That's it, right there." Jim growled, "That's why I don't like you."
"What?"
"You're not me. You don't know anything about this reality or my life or what I did to get here. You don't-- Fuck!"
The Admiral looked down (down!) on him with a frown of confusion.
"How old were you when you became captain of the Enterprise?" Jim asked him, rubbing a hand across his face, lined with exhaustion and anger.
"I was thirty-one." The Admiral told him softly.
"Thirty-one." Jim repeated, "I'm twenty-six. I beat you. I'm better than you. Everything you've ever done, I'll do it faster and better and with more style."
The Admiral raised an eyebrow in a way that was far, far too much like Spock for Jim's taste, "So?"
Jim laughed. It was dry and bitter, "I'm better than you and it doesn't mean anything because your father lived to see you become captain and Spock waited like a century just to see you again but my Spock won't give me the time of day. I get to captain the Enterprise six years early because of a fluke of quantum mechanics and that doesn't make up for it. It isn't fair."
There was a long pause while both Kirks looked at each other across the table, meeting eyes and clashing in the way of people who are too alike to get along.
"Do you feel better now?" The Admiral asked.
"No." Jim told him, even though he did, stabbing at his lettuce again with renewed vigor.
"I was such a bratty little shit in my twenties." The Admiral told him.
"Yeah well, I don't improve with age." Jim responded, "Also, you ate pineapple. I'm required to hate you."
"Are we good?"
"I still don't like you." Jim told him before looking over to where the two Spocks were both bending over a PADD, their heads nearly touching as they discussed some scientific matter or another. "...And if you break his heart again I'll break your legs."
"Duly noted." The Admiral said with a smile. "Oh, Jim?"
"Yes?"
"Your Spock's waiting too. He'll be there once you've grown up a little."
"Yeah right." Jim rolled his eyes, "Get out of my mess, old man."
Before he left, the Admiral leaned over and planted a fatherly kiss on the top of Jim's head. The Captain stuck out his tongue as he turned away.
Lifting up his plate to take it to the recycler, Jim turned to look at the Spocks. The younger version's head spun away as if, Jim thought to himself, he had been watching too.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing/Characters: Spock/Kirk pre-slash, Spock Prime/Kirk Prime
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1226
Series Note: This is the first in a series of unrelated one shots based on This Song.
Summary: Kirk hates his other self.
"I hate him." Jim's eyes narrowed to pinpoints as he followed an incredibly familiar shape at the other end of the mess. He stabbed down into his salad as if it were entrails or gagh or something equally disgusting and loathsome and wriggly.
Across the table from him, Bones was calmly eating his oatmeal (for lunch, which Jim thought was a crime against nature) and ignoring him in that steadfast way that assured Jim he was being listened to.
"He's stupid..." Jim said with a vicious poke at his lettuce, "And he's arrogant..." he bit down on a slice of tomato with vicious fury, "And he's fat."
Across the room the man sat down with a chicken sandwich and a cup of soup. Two equally familiar faces sat near him, nearly identical save for a certain amount of age and experience.
"He's got the Spocks eating out of his fat asshole-y hand." Jim muttered.
"Oh fer Christ's sake, Jim!" Bones growled, glaring at Jim over a spoonful of nutritious grains. "How much of the silent treatment will it take for you to figure out that I don't give a shit. Also, that's a disgusting image and I'll thank you not to repeat it."
"You give a shit!." Jim assured him, "You give a shit because he flirted with Chapel after he first got here and I never flirt with Chapel and you're on my side."
"There are no sides when--"
"Did you know he corrected me the other day? Came right up to the chair and said I was forgetting my protocol. Me! Forgetting!"
Jim's lunch was thoroughly dead. It was also standing uneaten.
"Don't you think you taking this a little too--"
"And he called me 'Jimmy'. He should know that I hate being called Jimmy."
"Jim I really think that--"
"Look!" Jim hissed suddenly, "Look at what he's eating!"
"What the hell--"
"It's pinapple" Jim told him with the wild eyes of a man pushed to his limits, "He's eating motherfucking pinapple! I'm allergic to pinapple!"
"The bastard." Bones gasped in mock shock, "How dare he develop different food intolerances! How inconsiderate!"
"Fuck you." Jim growled, "I don't need this shit in my-- Oh my god he's making out with Spock."
"What?" Bones spun around to find the elder Kirk lightly touching the first two fingers of his right hand to the first two fingers of the elder Spock's left. "Oh, that's indecent."
But Jim wasn't ranting anymore. He was looking at the older versions of himself and Spock with a look of calculated stoicism, as if the sight invoked too much to allow it to show on his face.
"Fucker." He hissed.
Bones rolled his eyes and picked up his bowl, "I'll see you in my quarters for beer and zombie flicks after shift." He told Jim, "But only if you're done being a whiny infant."
Jim looked away from the man who had held his attention the entire meal, "Sure thing. All infancy will be left at the door. What are we watching?"
"Camille and 28 Days Later."
Jim nodded and Bones could tell that he wasn't paying attention because he hated Camille and wouldn't have watched it if you tied him to a chair. Along with pineapples, cashews, and every medical treatment known to man, Jim was allergic to romantic comedies.
"I'll see you then."
Bones just grunted in disgust and left, as usual. Suddenly without a companion, Jim looked down at his mangled salad and sighed, poking at a piece of romaine.
"Good afternoon, Captain."
Jim's eyes shot up and his entire body tensed, vibrating with the force of his dislike.
"Admiral."
"I'm not an admiral anymore, Captain." His older self reminded him, "I was wondering if I could have a chat with you."
"Sure." Jim said, nodding his head at Bones' abandoned seat, "I'm always available to listen to the concerns of a passenger on my ship."
He put a little bit of cruel emphasis on 'passenger' and 'my' and the Admiral pretended not to notice.
"I understand why you don't want me on this ship." His older self began, settling himself down in the seat with the care of someone who isn't thirty five anymore. "I get it. There was a time when I was so intent on keeping this ship that I would have strangled myself to do so. I did, that one time."
Jim gave a frustrated sigh, looking his older self in the eye and gesturing with a fork, "Are you going to get to the point, or are you just going to ramble. If it's the latter I'm going to get a book out."
"You really don't like me, do you?" The Admiral asked.
"No." Jim told him, "I don't."
"Why not?" The older man gave a friendly chuckle, "You're me, I'm you. Neither one of us is an evil android, what's not to like?"
"That's it, right there." Jim growled, "That's why I don't like you."
"What?"
"You're not me. You don't know anything about this reality or my life or what I did to get here. You don't-- Fuck!"
The Admiral looked down (down!) on him with a frown of confusion.
"How old were you when you became captain of the Enterprise?" Jim asked him, rubbing a hand across his face, lined with exhaustion and anger.
"I was thirty-one." The Admiral told him softly.
"Thirty-one." Jim repeated, "I'm twenty-six. I beat you. I'm better than you. Everything you've ever done, I'll do it faster and better and with more style."
The Admiral raised an eyebrow in a way that was far, far too much like Spock for Jim's taste, "So?"
Jim laughed. It was dry and bitter, "I'm better than you and it doesn't mean anything because your father lived to see you become captain and Spock waited like a century just to see you again but my Spock won't give me the time of day. I get to captain the Enterprise six years early because of a fluke of quantum mechanics and that doesn't make up for it. It isn't fair."
There was a long pause while both Kirks looked at each other across the table, meeting eyes and clashing in the way of people who are too alike to get along.
"Do you feel better now?" The Admiral asked.
"No." Jim told him, even though he did, stabbing at his lettuce again with renewed vigor.
"I was such a bratty little shit in my twenties." The Admiral told him.
"Yeah well, I don't improve with age." Jim responded, "Also, you ate pineapple. I'm required to hate you."
"Are we good?"
"I still don't like you." Jim told him before looking over to where the two Spocks were both bending over a PADD, their heads nearly touching as they discussed some scientific matter or another. "...And if you break his heart again I'll break your legs."
"Duly noted." The Admiral said with a smile. "Oh, Jim?"
"Yes?"
"Your Spock's waiting too. He'll be there once you've grown up a little."
"Yeah right." Jim rolled his eyes, "Get out of my mess, old man."
Before he left, the Admiral leaned over and planted a fatherly kiss on the top of Jim's head. The Captain stuck out his tongue as he turned away.
Lifting up his plate to take it to the recycler, Jim turned to look at the Spocks. The younger version's head spun away as if, Jim thought to himself, he had been watching too.
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on 2010-06-19 05:40 pm (UTC)Hopefully the rest of the series will turn out just as well.