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Continuing story

Fic post, April 23, 2026

Here you go, a day early, or a few hours anyway…

Jim thinks he needs to at least pretend to sit near his mother and the children though his gaze wanders too often to where Spock now sitting with the Vulcan pilot.

It’s stupid to feel jealous. He doubts Spock has a personal relationship with the other Vulcan. Sarek had told him Spock was attempting Kolinahr.

He tried to remember now if Spock had told him whether he went through it or not. His brain was unexpectedly fuzzy and the heat in the shuttlecraft was distractingly annoying. He pulled at his collar.

“Jim, are you all right?” His mother’s concerned voice cuts through the fogginess of his brain and he straightened in the seat.

“Yeah, fine.” Jim glanced at Brick and Isabella huddled next to his mother, nearly on top of her but she doesn’t seem to mind. “It’ll be okay,” he tells them.

Jim didn’t really blame him when all they did was stare at him, barely any hint of life in their gazes. Likely they’re in shock. It’s been a strange few hours.

Sitting across from him was Desda. She watched him like shw’d trying to figure something out.

“You’re flushed,” she announced.

“It’s really hot in here,” Jim mumbled.

Desda bit her lip. “No, it really isn’t. It’s cold in here.” She sucked in a breath. “You didn’t get shot did you?”

“Jim!”

This from his mother.

He shook his head. “No.”

Desda’s gaze swept over him and then she got out of her seat and sat directly next to him. She pointed at his leg.

“What is that?”

Jim stared down at his pants and on the left calf he could see a dark wet spot. He frowned.

“I dunno. I think I cut it against a branch or something while we were escaping Tolar’s house.”

To Jim’s surprise, Desda pulled out a small knife and used it to cut away his pant leg.

His mother gasped. “Jim! That’s surely infected.”

Spock suddenly appeared. “What is the commotion?”

“Jim’s been injured.”

Desda put her hand on Jim’s forehead. “He’s burning up.”

“Well…damn.”

3

April 14, 2016

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“Mom, can you go on in and get the children settled in their seats in the shuttle?” Jim asked. “I want to have a quick word with Spock.”

“Yes, of course.” His mom put her hands on a shoulder of each of the younger children and then Desda followed behind as they trudged up a short flight of stairs into the shuttle.

Jim watched them until they were fully inside before turning to face Spock.

“What’s the plan?”

“I have instructed the pilot to take us to New Vulcan.”

Jim frowned. “New Vulcan? Why?”

“If the Orion Syndicate decides to pursue either Brick and Isabella or your daughter given her connection to Tolar, the first place they will think to look for them is Earth,” Spock replied. “I do not believe they will think that the children have been taken to New Vulcan. It is likely they will not even know of my role in this.”

Jim couldn’t really fault his…logic damnit…so he blew out a breath and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.”

“How did you become involved in this, Jim?”

“Winona. I’m on a…vacation, I guess…and I decided to visit my mom in Riverside. She sprung it on me, um, a couple of days ago? I don’t know. I’m having trouble keeping track of the days lately. She made it sound like we’d be in and out with those kids and be back in Riverside with no problems.”

“It does seem that she was unaware of the dangers herself.”

“Hmm. Speaking of involvement. How are you here? Did your dad tell you I was on Orion and what made you decide to come?”

Spock looked pained for a moment and then uncertain. “I was aware you were in danger before I was in contact with my father, though he did advise me of your contact.”

“Aware?” Jim narrowed his eyes. “Not the bond. I thought…”

“It does not simply shut off for me. I have shielded and blocked it on your end but…”

Jim looked away and then nodded again. “Yeah. I know. I get it. And if you hadn’t shown up when you did, we’d probably be dead. So…I should be thanking you, not berating you or whatever it is I’m doing.”

“We should be on our way while we still can. Once we make it to New Vulcan, there will be plenty of time for explanations.” Spock gestured to the shuttle. “After you.”

With a glance at the shuttle cave they were leaving behind, just to make sure they were still alone, Jim took the short stairs up and into the shuttle.

Spock went to the front and sat beside the Vulcan pilot. A moment later the shuttle rose, the cave top opened, and they were on their way.

Flash Fic, April 10, 2026

And we continue…more dramatic turns!

The “shuttle bay” Spock directed them too was more like a dark, hidden cave. He realized as he entered the cave that it wasn’t made or real rock, it was all illusional. He wasn’t sure how Spock knew of such a place but Jim guessed he was feeling grateful.

And also pissed.

Though presently, anyway, not at Spock.

As soon as the hover car came to a stop in front of a shuttlecraft that looked in pretty good shape from Jim’s assessment, Jim was out of the car ready to have it out with his mom.

Spock moved off to speak to someone by the shuttle, presumably the pilot, while his mother helped the children out of the car. He noticed that like Desda, Brick and Isabella seemed to have only the clothes on their backs, and they appeared to be night clothes.

Jim spoke to Desda, “Can you bring them over there so I can speak to my mother?”

Desda gave him an anxious look, but she nodded and led the children closer to where Spock stood but still where Jim and his mother could see them.

“Jim—” His mom began.

“I just want to know how long you’ve been lying to me about this whole thing,” Jim interjected. “These kids. What…who exactly are they?”

She put her hands together in a gesture of pleading. “I didn’t lie. I didn’t know much about them myself.”

“You said we’d be in and out, it would be hardly any trouble.”

“And I believed that.:

“But you found something out.”

His mother nodded. “When we got here. When I spoke to Melanie in jail.”

“And so you had information you hid from me before we went with Tolar. Is it-is it our fault he and his family are dead?”

“Oh Jim I don’t think—”

“We led them right to Tolar and his family. Fuck, Mom. That’s…that’s not acceptable.”

“No.” She shook her head rapidly. “I really don’t think that was because of us, because of those kids.”

“What did she tell you?”

“Their father was a high-ranking member of the syndicate. They’re pissed at her for killing him and she thinks they might arrange for her to suffer a terrible accident in prison.”

“Syndicate kids?”

“They aren’t syndicate kids. They’re just children, Jim. Caught in the middle of all this.”

“Is that who was firing on you and Spock as you left the school?’

She looked uncomfortable. “Probably. We had…we didn’t have official permission to take them so—”

“So you made me and Spock kidnappers! Mom, you’re such a bi—”

“Don’t!” Desda yelled, suddenly next to them. “Don’t, please.”

“Desda,” his mother whispered.

Desda blew out a breath and looked at Jim. “You shouldn’t speak to your mom like that. She’s the only mother you have. Okay?”

Jim glanced at his mother, who now stared at the ground. “It’s complicated.”

“I know,” Desda said. “And I know you went through a lot lately. I know. And this is all crazy. For all of us. I get it. But…Jim…you and your mom are not responsible for what happened to Uncle Tolar and his family. You’re not. They are. The bad ones. And maybe a little Uncle Tolar. But not you. Your mom just wanted to save two little kids. Right? And now she’s saved three.” She hitched a breath. “At least if we make it out of here.”

All at once Jim’s anger left him, and it made him feel more physically and mentally exhausted than ever. He nodded at his daughter.

“Mom, I’m sorry.”

His mother embraced him. “I’m sorry too. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.”

Jim blew out a breath, then squeezed and released her.

Spock stood beside the younger children, Brick and Isabella, who stared at them with haunted eyes, their little bodies trembling in fear/

“If you are ready, Jim. We can leave.”

“I’m more than ready, let’s go.” 

Flash Fic, April 06, 2026

And now we continue….

Jim looked in the rearview of the hover car at his mother.

“What the hell happened back there?”

“It didn’t go as smoothly as I hoped.”

“No kidding. What the hell, Mom. What aren’t you telling me about all this?”

His mother sighed. “Not now. Not in front of them.”

Jim could see wide, frightened eyes staring back at him. From what he could tell they were wearing sleep attire. His mother had literally snatched them from their beds. He didn’t like the sound of that.

A muscle in his jaw clenched and he tried to concentrate on getting away from whatever they’d just left behind. He gripped the steering wheel tightly. He was getting a pretty bad headache and he noticed Spock glance at him.

“What?” he demanded.

“Turn right up ahead,” was all Spock said though Jim could not shake the feeling he had much more he wanted to say.

And Jim was right there with him. What was Spock doing there anyway?

He guessed he could sort of see the need for private conversations because of these kids, but he hated being in the position where he had to clam up and not say what was on his mind. His mother had hid vital information from him, he was sure of it.

Jim made the right turn, conscious of dark, dismal road they seemed to be travelling on. He didn’t like any of this. His long ago time on one of the Orion colonies had been quick and fun. But that was another life, mostly, and he’s been through plenty of shit since then.

“Who would you choose to die between Leonard McCoy and Spock, Captain Kirk?”

“Or to put it another way, Captain, who would you choose to live?”

“Me. I would choose me!”

“Wrong choice, Captain. Now we will kill both.”

“Jim?”

Jim blinked, pushing away the memory, disturbing his dreams still, though he tried not to let it. He glanced at Spock who was looking at him with a great deal of Vulcan concern.

“Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m okay.”

Spock watched him a moment longer, than said, “Turn left, then straight. The shuttle is waiting.”

Flash Fic March 27, 2026

“Okay,” his mom said, her hand already on the handle of the hover car. “I’m going in to get those kids.”

“What?” Jim shook his head. “No way. I’m going.”

“Negative. Someone has to stay here with Desda and that’s you. I know what these kids look like. I have instructions from Melanie on their location and what to say to get them to come with me.”

“Mom—”

“Spock can come with me.”

Jim glanced at Spock who nodded his consent.

“I still think I should go.”

“Because you always have to be in charge,” his mom said, opening the door. “I have a phaser and I have Spock. We’ll go in and get those kids and be back here before you know it.”

Before Jim could argue further Spock and his mom were out of the car and gone up to the school that looked a bit more like a prison to Jim.

“I make you pretty uncomfortable, huh.”

Jim glanced sideways at the Orion teen in the back seat. Rather than respond right away, he crawled over the console between his seat and the driver’s seat and put himself in the driver’s seat.

“What are you doing?” Desda asked.

“We might have to make a fast getaway so having me here makes the most sense.” He sighed, his gaze focused on the school instead of the Orion with his eyes. “Maybe.”

“Maybe what?”

“You make me uncomfortable. I never intended to have kids.”

“Why?”

He shook his head. “Not something I wanted. My life was in space. It’s hard to raise a family in those circumstances. It’s a dangerous place and easy to leave orphans behind.”

“Like you.”

“I wasn’t an orphan. You just met my mother.”

Desda grunted. “But your father was killed. My mother died here and until you came along, I had no one but my uncle and his family. And now they are gone.”

“And they were you only family?”

“No. My father is alive,” she said pointedly.

Jim winced, nodded. “Come on, come on. Hurry.”

“You’re anxious.”

“I just want to get home.”

“Where is home?”

“On the Enterpr…” He stopped. No. Not anymore. “San Francisco. Riverside, Iowa for my mom.”

“What were you going to say?”

“You’re full of questions, kid.”

“How else am I going to learn?”

“I was captain of the USS Enterprise with Starfleet. But then the entire crew was grounded.”

“What happened?”

“We responded to a distress signal and were attacked,” Jim told her. “It’s happened before. Lost the whole ship. But this…this was different. We were physically and mentally tortured for an extended period of time. It was…catastrophic. Some didn’t make it. Some who did were never the same. Those of us who mostly survived…we’re not the same either.”

Desda whispered, “Were your attackers brought to justice?”

“No. They’re still out there. Starfleet has closed the space where it happened to all ships.”

They both fell silent then while Jim’s anxiety grew. It was taking too long, wasn’t it? He was going to have to go in after them.

Desda broke the silence. “The Vulcan…Spock. Who is he to you?”

“He was my first officer.” Jim paused. “And my…ex.”

“He dumped you?”

“No. I dumped him.”

She opened her mouth, probably to ask even more nosey questions, but Jim saw movement at the doors of the school and then he spotted his mother and Spock running toward them, Spock carrying both children.

Jim pushed the button that would unlatch the doors and they rushed in.

“Go! Hurry,” Spock ordered. “There is a private shuttle waiting to take us to Earth.”

As Jim pulled away, his foot pressed down on the accelerator, he spotted flashes of gunfire behind them.

Flash Fic March 20, 2026

Continuing our story—

“I had trouble sleeping,” the teen explained. “I couldn’t stop thinking about meeting the two of you and what it might mean for the future. My uncle is…” She paused, her voice cracking. “Was good to me. He and my aunt were decent, and they loved my cousins and me. I was never mistreated.”

“But?” Jim’s mother prompted.

“Uncle Tolar got involved with the syndicate. I used to hear them talking about it and how he got in too deep. I don’t know what happened exactly but it all went bad. That house we just left? We’d only moved there a short time ago. We had to flee our old house because they knew where we lived. My uncle thought we were safe at the new place.” She let out a little sob. “But I guess they found us.”

Jim saw his mom put her arm around the girl’s shoulders. He turned to look forward.

“How did you end up in Spock’s hover car?” he asked.

She hiccupped. “Because I wasn’t sleeping, I heard them arrive. I knew-I knew someone shouldn’t be coming to the house then. I knew it was bad. I wanted to warn everyone but there wasn’t much time. Uncle Tolar came out of his room, he’d heard them too. He saw me and told me to run.”

“Easy,” his mother said. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say more.”

Jim bit back a denial on that.

“I went out the window by the kitchen and tried to figure out where I could run, how I could get away with them right there in the house. Then I saw the Vulcan coming toward your window. I saw his vehicle. I knew he had to be coming for you, so I got in the car and hid there.”

“Thank goodness you did,” Mom said.

Spock had remained silent until then. Now he said, “Who is she exactly, Jim?”

Jim blew out a long breath. “Remember Gaila, from the Academy. She was Uhura’s roommate.”

“Yes, I recall.”

“We were involved…before the test. Before everything with Vulcan. I guess…she was pregnant and never told me. Desda is that child.”

“And yet you found her when you were here,” Spock replied.

“Coincidence, I think. We’re here for those kids. My mom’s grandniece and nephew. Gaila’s brother, Tolar, recognized me as the man Gaila had been involved with and brough Mom and me to his house. I don’t think he knew what was about to happen.”

“He didn’t,” Desda insisted. “I think he wanted us to meet, though. That maybe you would take me with you when you left Orion.”

“You must have other relatives here.”

“Jim!” His mother admonished.

Jim pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just…I need time to think. Time to get this in my head.” He glanced at Spock. “Wait. How are you here? Your dad said you were undergoing Kolinahr.”

“Yes.”

“Was it successful?”

Spock looked at him, his expression unreadable. “We are about to arrive at the school where your relatives are alleged to be. Please prepare for arrival.”  

Flash Fic March 13, 2026

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 Jim couldn’t believe Spock was there, outside the window, hand outstretched toward them. He wore all black and blended in with the ominous darkness out the window.

Within the rest of the house Jim could still hear blasts and explosions.

Jim glanced toward the bedroom door, heart pounding.

“Tolar and his family.”

Spock gave barely a shake of his head. “They are beyond help. You must hurry. They will come your way within minutes, perhaps seconds.”

Jim swallowed down the sorrow at the thought of Desda, a daughter he never knew about, gone already. He could see the mirroring sadness in his mother’s gaze and also fright.

“Jim—” Spock began.

“Go, Mom. Now. Spock’s right. We have to get out of here now.”

Jim helped his mom scramble out of the window and into Spock’s arms to help her out and onto solid ground. Just as Jim was climbing through to follow her, the door to their room was blasted open. Spock pulled him the rest of the way out.

“I have a vehicle ready.”

“We need to get to Kinavvern to get my niece’s children,” Mom said as she hurried into the hover vehicle.”

“It is wise to leave the Orion colonies,” Spock replied.

“Sure is,” she agreed. “But not without them.”

Jim exhaled. “Yeah, she’s right. We need to get them.”

“Very well.” Spock’s hover car shot away from Tolar’s house and the massacre that had occurred there.

“What was that?” Jim asked, when he could find the words.

“I am not sure.”

Suddenly Desda popped up from the back of the hover car. “I can tell you.”

“Desda!” his mother exclaimed.

“It would seem we have a stowaway,” Spock remarked, speeding up ever faster.

“Yes. Jim’s daughter.”

Spock glanced his way, his eyes widening in surprise.

Jim shook his head and turned to Desda.

“All right. Spill. What did we walk into there when Tolar brought us there?”

Flash Fic March 06, 2026

Dinner at Tolar’s house was awkward, honestly, and most of the time Jim was in something of a fog. Fortunately his mother managed to carry any conversation Tolar and his family looked for from them.

Jim sort of remembered providing a couple of brief responses. He felt…bad…guilty he didn’t know. He had never known he had a daughter nor ever wanted one, honestly. He couldn’t recall having any conversation with Gaila about kids. But based on her not telling him about Desda, maybe she had known after all.

He was glad she was being raised by her uncle and his wife. That was good. He didn’t know the first thing about raising a Human kid let alone an Orion one, and despite her blue eyes, Desda looked passable as full Orion.

Jim didn’t want to interfere with anything to do with Gaila’s family. Obviously Tolar had feared that he would but he definitely would not.

After dinner his mother and Desda talked in the corner and he could hear Desda asking if she might be able to keep in touch via messaging.

Jim wanted to tell his mother not to get her hopes up that she would have a relationship with her granddaughter. He was pretty sure Desda’s family did not want that.

“Your mother seems taken with my niece,” Tolar said, walking up to where Jim stood to observe them.

“She, uh, sorry. She doesn’t have any with either of her children. Or I guess she doesn’t know with my brother. The point is, she’s a little eager. But I promise we aren’t interested in taking over. I know you are her family.”

Tolar nodded. “We are. But if Desda wants to message your mother or you, I find no objection to that. You must be tired and you must get an early start to collect your family from the school; Let me show you to your room for the night.”

Jim did not sleep well. He woke every fifteen minutes with a sense of foreboding he could not shake. He dozed off and on but never had a restful sleep. His mom had wanted to talk about Desda but Jim told her they’d talk in the morning. It had been a long trying day and he could see she was as exhausted as he was.

He was glad she had been able to fall asleep. But he dozed sitting up, phaser at the ready. He felt no real threat from Tolar and his family but Jim had learned over the years you couldn’t be too careful.

So given all that, Jim was surprised to find himself waking to the sound of gunfire.

“Jim?” His mom’s frantic voice.

“Ssh. Get down.” He sprang up and scanned the dark room, but he saw no one in their room. But he also realized it was coming from within other parts of the house and mixed with the gunfire he could hear screams.

“Jim, what is it?” she whispered.

“I don’t know, but it isn’t good.”

The window to the room opened and Jim turned raising his phaser.

“Come with me. Now.”

Jim’s heart felt like it might explode. “Spock?”

Flash Fic March 02, 2026

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Jim was on high alert the whole way to Tolar’s house. He saw looming dark silhouettes everywhere. He wasn’t sure if they were his imagination or real, but he kept his hand on his phaser and his gaze darting everywhere.

He felt a weird pressure in his head he couldn’t quite explain. He hadn’t eaten or drank anything since they’d arrived in the Orion colonies. It wasn’t pain exactly, but he noticed it, and it was somehow familiar, but the source eluded him.

At about fifteen minutes after they’d left the area of the jail, they reached a home built under a large leafy tree.

“We’re here,” Tolar announced.

He opened the front door and preceded them in.

His mom glanced his way. “Okay?”

“Not entirely sure we have a choice, but yeah, let’s go.”

They stepped inside to the smell of cooking food and the sight of three children playing in the central room. Two were young, one appeared to be fourteen or fifteen, Jim guessed.

Tolar came forward with an Orion woman who looked to be around the same age as him.

“This is my wife, Myrla. This is James Kirk and his mother…”

“Winona,” his mother supplied.

“Welcome to our home. I was just preparing dinner,” Myrla told them. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll return to it.”

Jim smiled. “Sure.”

“And these are our children.” Tolar looked intently at Jim then. “Actually, the oldest is my sister’s daughter.”

“Gaila?” Jim asked, surprised.

“Yes. As I said, she survived because she missed getting on the Farragut. After the battles, she chose to leave Starfleet and returned here. Desda was three when her mother passed and we took over care of her.”

Jim nodded. “I see.

“Desda, come here. I would like for you to meet someone,” Tolar called.

The teenager rose from her place sitting on the floor and approached them. She had the same red hair Gaila had. She had bright blue eyes though. Jim blinked. He glanced at his mother who stared at the girl.

“Desda, this is James Kirk and his mother, Winona.”

Desda gave them both assessing looks. “You are my biological father, is that not correct?”

“I…uh.” Jim’s stomach twisted as he looked to Tolar.

“It is true,” Tolar replied. “Gaila arrived here pregnant. She told us that you were the father. When I saw you earlier I feared you came for Desda. She is part of our family now.”

Jim shook his head. “No. No. I…I didn’t even know. Are you sure?”

He was having trouble breathing.

Tolar shrugged. “Look at her eyes. Do they not seem familiar?”

Jim moistened his lips with his tongue. “This is…unexpected. But no, as I told you, we came for my cousin’s children. I…I wouldn’t removed Desda from her home.

Myrla returned. “Dinner is served.”

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