[ You can see it all, is the underlying sentiment. I couldn't erase you from me now if I tried.
He would have liked to feel the Vulcan sun, even if it was harsh and the air ... he knows it was stifling sometimes, that there were sand-storms and voices, two men talking. Nothing else. A vague sense of a planet that could have been his second home is bolstered by the echoes of an old man's memories that welcomed and shrouded Jim with astonishing difficulty. Different dimensions, and he isn't an exact copy of another Kirk. Doesn't want to be.
You are my family. The last thing he wants is for Spock to feel guilty, even if for a short time Jim was wounded that his friend couldn't wrap his head around why he couldn't bear to lose him. Nothing crosses his mind when Spock beams aboard in one piece save an exultant brand of joy that obliterates any care for consequences. Christopher chastises him. Janeway reminds Jim of his old friend and it's to her when she arrives that he pieces together an immediate demand-come-request: When you go back you have to find Ambassador Spock and tell him to leave early. Romulus will be destroyed if he waits. Which means Jim, as he knows himself, will cease to be and so will everything and everyone else, but Jim never wants Spock in any incarnation to suffer. Vulcan here might have simply continued as it was in the time-line.
It's dark in the bedroom. Chekov stands on a chair painting stars and Jim lies in bed, pale and thin as he watches him under hooded eyes as stars begin to take shape. Jim thinks of what he's missing. What does he keenly feel the loss of more than the sight of his own world's timeless starcharts?
Do you know any Vulcan constellations?
He's never seen them from the planet's surface but he knows they are accurate. ]
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He would have liked to feel the Vulcan sun, even if it was harsh and the air ... he knows it was stifling sometimes, that there were sand-storms and voices, two men talking. Nothing else. A vague sense of a planet that could have been his second home is bolstered by the echoes of an old man's memories that welcomed and shrouded Jim with astonishing difficulty. Different dimensions, and he isn't an exact copy of another Kirk. Doesn't want to be.
You are my family. The last thing he wants is for Spock to feel guilty, even if for a short time Jim was wounded that his friend couldn't wrap his head around why he couldn't bear to lose him. Nothing crosses his mind when Spock beams aboard in one piece save an exultant brand of joy that obliterates any care for consequences. Christopher chastises him. Janeway reminds Jim of his old friend and it's to her when she arrives that he pieces together an immediate demand-come-request: When you go back you have to find Ambassador Spock and tell him to leave early. Romulus will be destroyed if he waits. Which means Jim, as he knows himself, will cease to be and so will everything and everyone else, but Jim never wants Spock in any incarnation to suffer. Vulcan here might have simply continued as it was in the time-line.
It's dark in the bedroom. Chekov stands on a chair painting stars and Jim lies in bed, pale and thin as he watches him under hooded eyes as stars begin to take shape. Jim thinks of what he's missing. What does he keenly feel the loss of more than the sight of his own world's timeless starcharts?
Do you know any Vulcan constellations?
He's never seen them from the planet's surface but he knows they are accurate. ]