Hello there. I have decided to start a new Blog Fic. Eventually, probably, it will make it to AO3, when much further along than it is now. It’s going to be very angsty to start with, so fair warning. This is a first person fic, in Jim’s POV, since I am a Jimmer. I will post chapters as I write them, no particular day. Without further ado, here’s the first chapter.
Today all hope is lost.
Not that I ever really had any. I learned long ago that hope was for others whose last names weren’t Kirk.
Today Spock came to me to advise his commanding officer that he and Uhura were planning on officially bonding on New Vulcan prior to the launch of the new Enterprise.
They had reconciled after the events of Altamid and their connection was now deeper than ever.
I wished them well and declined to attend the intimate ceremony, advising that I had plans of my own, spending time with my mother in Riverside.
I departed on the next transport ship leaving Yorktown for Earth.
Bones had joined me, not with the intention of going to Iowa, but to make his own uncomfortable journey of spending time with his daughter in Georgia. We were both solemn and quiet.
We departed each other’s company, temporarily, in San Francisco. He would continue on to Savannah on a shuttle and I would continue on to Riverside. If he noticed I held on to him a little longer than I should have, he didn’t comment on it. With promises of keeping in touch, I got on the shuttle without looking back.
I typed a message to Mom, letting her know I was on my way, and she responded right away that she would pick me up. I slept on the shuttle, because there was nothing to do but drink or sleep, and my mood was too despondent to drink.
True to her word, she was waiting for me when I got off the shuttle. She looked good. Much better than the last time I had seen her. Less haggard and tired. She’d lost weight and even wore some makeup.
“Hello, darling,” she greeted me, pulling me into her soft embrace. And it was then that I couldn’t help it, couldn’t keep it in even one minute more. The tears fell. “Oh, Jim. It’ll be all right.”
I nodded and pulled back, wiping my eyes.
She smiled. “I have all your favorites planned for dinner. All homemade. None of this replicated crap.”
“You didn’t have to do all that,” I mock protested. Because I was glad she had and we both knew it.
She linked her arm in mine as we left the shuttle bay for her hover car.
“I have another surprise for you.”
“It isn’t bad,” she assured me. “Or I don’t think it is. Sam’s coming at the end of the week.”
My steps faltered. “Sam?”
Mom bit her lip. “I know you haven’t seen him since—”
“He took off and left me alone with Frank when I was thirteen,” I said. “Yeah, trust me, Mom. I know.”
“I want us to reconnect as a family again, Jim. Franks gone, thankfully, and you and I both have time, you before you go back out on the new Enterprise, and when Sam mentioned wanting to see us, how could I say no?”
“I could have.”
“Jim.” She said his name softly, sadly, and what else could he do but give in?
“Okay. I’ll try, Mom.”
She hugged him again and then grabbed his hand, pulling him to their hover car.