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spockderangementsyndrome · 3 months

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Congratulations to TOS Kirk/Spock shippers, thee original slash fandom that is only getting stronger with time. Let's get this bread in 2024.

Edit: It's annoying the shit out of me that this is circulating with an interpretation I don't think is supported by data (see this), and then I remembered it's my blog and I can be petty if I want to. No more reblogs.

#star trek tos #kirk/spock #ao3 #spirk #note: this includes fics double tagged as AOS & TOS #& 17 and 83 crosstagged SNW fics contribute to the TOS totals in 2022 and 2023 #obviously pre 2008 TOS fics are backdated. but many old fics are not backdated so these data should be understood to be estimates.#the recent KS archive important IS correctly backdated however.#star trek fic

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celestialvoyeur · 6 months

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💛💙SPIRK FIC REC - MY FAVOURITES💙💛

As a follow up to my recent post about how few fics make it to my favourites list, and how special they are to achieve that distinction, I decided to share my current list.

I’ve shared some of these individually in the past but here you’ll have them all together.

If you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! 🥰

(NB: these are not listed in any order of preference. Mostly it’s the reverse order in which I read them)

Leave No Soul Behind by whochick Words: 258,951

AOS, AU Canon-Divergence. Spock, Kirk and the other valiant members of the Emergency Personnel Ambulance Service fight to save lives and turn the tide of the ongoing war against Nero and his fleet before it’s too late. Such a beautiful slow burn for Spock and Kirk.

Atlas by distractedKat Words: 135,529

AOS. Follow on from 2009, Kirk, Spock and the rest deal with the aftermath of Nero’s attack and rebuilding after the decimation of the ‘Fleet and Academy. An exciting tale with twists and turns involving black ops, bad-mirals, action, love and fierce loyalty.

The Lotus Eaters by aldora89 Words: 93,594

AOS. Stranded on a planet together, with multiple dangers and very little hope of rescue, Jim and Spock have no choice but to rely on each other to survive. Spectacular plot, amazing world building, fabulous original character and an epic slow burn Spirk love story!

With Your Feet on the Air and Your Head on the Ground by flippyspoon Words: 39,188 @flippyspoon

SNW. A phenomenal Spirk fic in which Kirk is stuck in Spock's mind while the crew work to find a way to retrieve his body. A wonderful getting to know you/falling for you hard tale. Wonderfully written and highly entertaining.

Evolution by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) Words: 149,293

AOS. Covering the first year of their 5 year mission, this is totally flawless. The character voices are perfection, the prose spectacular. The whole thing plays like an AOS movie. It’s phenomenal.

Emotions by LadyRa Words: 35,569

TOS. Spock gets drugged on a shore leave and is overwhelmed with its effects. Kirk tries to pick up the pieces. A beautiful, and wonderfully grounded, story of realising how much they mean to each other.

And When the Bond Breaks by LadyRa Words: 24,631

TOS. Spock takes out a shuttle to investigate an anomaly and returns to an Enterprise that’s not his own. Time travel shenanigans with such emotional depth that it will traumatise you in the best way. Stunningly good!

All Our Tomorrows Come Today by flippyspoon Words: 18,156 @flippyspoon

SNW. A newly introduced Jim and Spock accidentally get a glimpse into the future and see what they’re going to be to each other (a.k.a. Spirk’s Greatest Hits). A stunningly told story about finding the great love of your life.

I Won't Make That Mistake Again by Moreta1848 Words: 69,402 @jennelikejennay

SNW/TOS. An epic story detailing Spock and Kirk’s love throughout their lives, beginning from their meeting on Pike’s Enterprise (SNW) and continuing on to an eventual Generations fix-it happy ending. Wonderful!

No Going Back, No Before by spirkme Words: 78,486 @spirkme915

SNW/TOS. Timeline shenanigans, spies, twists & turns, pining, angst, sacrifice and so so much love!

The 1,000 Hour Sleep by spqr Words: 27,227

SNW. Jim’s been infected with a pathogen that means he can’t sleep, but it he doesn’t he’ll die. Cue Spock and his Vulcan telepathy helping Jim to achieve the sleep he needs, while they get to know each other within their shared mindscapes. A sweet and exciting story about falling in love and overcoming your own inner demons.

First Best Destiny by Ophelia_j Words: 387,733

TOS/TNG. Such a very special fic. Epic in its scope, it covers the entire timeline of Spirk from their very first meeting through to a clever and satisfying Generations fix-it ending. It provides extra scenes, additional dialogue and internal monologues to expand on existing canon in a really compelling and effective way. Truly this is my new TOS canon.

The Steadfastness of Stars by itsnatalie Words: 61,566

AOS. After Beyond, The crew investigate sudden climate change on a frozen planet and find more than they bargained for. The perfect mix of great plot, fun original characters, action, mystery, world building and deep deep love.

Let Forever Be by gunstreet Words: 43,446 @gunstreet

TOS. A really compelling character study of James T. Kirk. An excellent companion piece to City on the Edge of Forever. Exploring what Jim and Spock got up to, and all they had to overcome, while trying to find Bones and their way back home.

Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 138,921

SNW. Kirk spends a 6 month rotation on the Enterprise as part of his command training. OK, if there’s a favourite of my favourites then this may be it. It’s such a stunning version of their love story, with a beautifully constructed plot. It runs the emotional gamut from moments that will have you laughing out loud to moments that will have you in floods of tears.

milk and honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 28,651

SNW. Kirk and Spock meet for the first time when they wake up in a prison cell together. A really fun, and extremely clever, version of the ‘aliens made them do it’ trope. It’s intriguing and funny with a real depth of feeling throughout.

The Promised Land by gunstreet Words: 58,260 @gunstreet

TOS. A story that explores the time Jim and Spock spent apart between the end of the 5 year mission and TMP. It’s a beautiful story of reunion and renewal of love. Sometimes achingly sad, but it’s worth it for the happy ending.

Again, if you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! 🥰

#star trek #spirk #k/s #kirk/spock #spock #james t kirk #k/s fanfic #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic rec #star trek tos #star trek aos #star trek snw #aos spirk #tos spirk #snw spirk

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spocksbrainworms · 3 months

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Spock’s hands aren’t actually that sensitive compared to human hands. It’s all about context, after all.

But he still lets Jim believe his hands are overly sensitive. He likes the way it makes Jim flush and stutter when they happen to bump one another in the turbolift or grab one another in an emergency. Something about it is entertaining to him.

Until they meld and Jim discovers he’s been making a fool of himself. But now it’s been so long he can’t train himself to think any other way. So now he has to live with the fact that he accidentally gave himself a hand kink.

#tos #snw #spock #star trek #kirk #spirk #original post #strange new worlds #fic ideas #headcanon

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cicaklah · 2 months

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Its new one man time!!!!!

fandom: snw

pairing: kirk/spock

rating: a little more conversation, a little less action

summary:

Spock’s on the Farragut for a week. What could go wrong?

tagged: Established Relationship, Workplace, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Celebrity Crush, Consequences, Awkward Conversations, the crew of the USS Farragut, finding out, celebrity gossip, apologies to reddit but not really, Farce, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, trust the process

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well we made it to one man 10, and this whole series is now officially novel length. dear lord.

More coming soon!!! I promise!!!

#star trek #snw #strange new worlds #snw fic #kirk/spock #spirk #spirk fic #one man series

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obligur · 7 days

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i need a 100+ long fic of academy era spirk but like slow burn rivals to lover KIND OF except they become friends so it’s like rivals to friends to lovers but the lovers only happens once they get on the enterprise and like it’s sort of like aos in the sense that the timeline is sort of similar ish but spirk is half baked by the time they get on the enterprise and spock doesn’t maroon jim and it’s like prime timeline and snw where pike exists and sort of helps them get together but not that much just sort of like a light push. also there’s well written smut but it isn’t in every chapter and it isn’t just like over doing it with the smut but it also isn’t just in ONE chapter and the academy era should be like. yknow. academy era. and taurus IV should be a thing. jim should also be unstable because he’s just Like That but not like in aos where he’s sort of ruined but his mom is definitely kinda fucked up cause i do feel like he has mommy issues. and there’s more preferences that i have but i sound so picky rn omg

#star trek #star trek fanfiction #star trek fic #star trek snw #star trek tos #star trek aos #captain kirk #star trek the original series #star trek prime #star trek alternate original series #alternate original series #spock #s’chn t’gai spock #james tiberius kirk #james t kirk #vulcans #fanfiction #ao3

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a-fic-reviewer-757 · 6 months

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a sequence that you never learned

by: annataylor | word count : 64,624 | AO3 | chapters: 14/14 | rating : explicit

Summary:

"'Spock,' Jim breathes out, completely overwhelmed by the gesture—not quite believing that Spock knows him so well, that's he's already started researching, that he trusts Jim with a member of his own endangered species."

When Jim gets it in his head to adopt an eight year old Vulcan, Spock presents a logical solution to the issue of Jim's humanity: marriage to a Vulcan citizen.

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Kid Fic | Fake Marriage | Adoption | First Time | Trigger warning: implied childhood sexual abuse

Review : 💜💜💜💜💜

This was so refreshing. It was my first fake that I read or the Star Trek fandom. and I have to say I loved it. Kirk and Spock being fake married and dads made me so happy. More and more I’ve been delving into this fandom and I think this is a very good fic to start that !!! Also love the way to the get together and how they become parents, and how this is written into the fic. I just loved it. I recommend this very much !

#a sequence that you never learned #ao3 #ao3 fic #star trek #star trek tos #star trek tas #star trek kelvin timeline #star trek snw #spock #james t kirk #jim kirk #spock x kirk #kirk x spock #spock/kirk #spirk #aos spirk #star trek aos

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porcelaintoybox23 · 25 days

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Me: Wow, I hope I get some feedback

Me: writes fanfic that will appeal to a very niche circle of a fandom

Me: Damn why my inbox empty?

Edit: shameless plug

#niche fic #star trek #star trek tos #star trek aos #star trek snw #i wrote a yuri music spirk au where they're college students #starfleet is about to start exploring #spirk #james t kirk #s'chn t'gai spock #it's a genderbend #music fluff

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treesspeaklatin · 8 months

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It's spirk ficrec time! Fics with less than 400 kudos - part 2

Part 1 here ; part 3 coming soon

These things we do not speak of - Della19 (AOS)

Basically anything written by this author is the best thing you'll read today, but this one, omg, this one. I don't have the right words to describe what it did to my heart. It's a classic falling in love - introspection - pon farr fic. The author has an amazing control of their style and of the characters, and the levels of pining are astronomical. Locked on ao3, so you'll need an account to read it.

The Sea King - killabeez (TOS MIRROR)

When I found this fic I couldn't believe my eyes. It's a mirroresque Gilgamesh au, elegant, epic and bittersweet. The mix of futuristic and mythological elements is really good. Can I say Gilgamesh and Enkidu were the original t'hy'la? There, I said it. Read this if you're looking for something different and you want to be surprised.

Root Systems - Moonfishgirl (AOS)

During a stay on New Vulcan, Jim watches Spock exist inside his own culture, and in the process he discovers something about himself (spoiler: he looooves him!). Adorable fic, rich on Vulcan traditions. Read this if you are into some good Vulcan culture and ancient t'hy'la warrior bond lore.

Five times Bones and Jim forgot they were married - Goldencoalcat (AOS MCSPIRK)

This time I wanted to include some Bones/Kirk/Spock too. This fic is adorable and a good Jim character study. It explores his relationship with his family and Winona in particular, and the reasons why he has issues with being loved. Characters are spot on. Read this if you're in the mood for hurt!Jim being pampered and loved by his two husbands.

one grave too many - leafings (every universe)

Not exactly a mirror universe, but a twisted, fucked-up universe in which the crew loves Jim in a dark and obsessive way and is willing to do anything for his sake, and I mean here Enterprise rhymes with homicide. In the midst of the dark stuff, to no one's surprise, Jim and Spock also find time for their t'hy'la shit. I live for this concept.

A heart even more your own - cicia3 (TOS)

Hey, it's me. I wanted to end with this fic of mine because I really think I wrote this in some sort of mystical fit and I'll never write something this good again lol it's a Persuasion AU with some other good old Austen shenanigans. Excruciating pining + sexual tension + romance.

{reposting because the first time it went under the radar! Please give some love to fic authors and reblog this post ❤️

#spirk #Spirk fanfic #aos spirk #tos spirk #spirk fic rec #mirror spirk #k/s #kirk/spock fic #kirk/spock #james t kirk #spock #Star trek fic #Ao3 spirk #snw spirk #mcspirk #Aos mcspirk

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spirk-kink-meme · 1 month

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I can’t get enough of that alternate universe we glimpsed in Strange New Worlds s2e3 Tomorrow and Tomorrow where Vulcan Captain Spock requests that United Earth Fleet Captain Kirk help fight the Romulans (and Kirk says no cuz they don’t want to fight on two fronts).

Someone please write smut for them. 🙏 No mental trauma, just a sexy meet cute. Maybe it’s an accidental bond. Maybe pon far or sex pollen or sheer magnetic attraction. Maybe an alliance sealed by marriage. You decide! Let them bang, please and thank you!

omg i love that episode, that would be an awesome story.

#star trek: strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds #snw s2e3 #star trek snw #snw #k/s #kirk/spock #fic prompt #space husbands #jim kirk #spock #the premise #spirk

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celestialvoyeur · 4 months

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The awesome @flippyspoon has written an amazing SNW Spirk fic called ‘Bells on a hill’. There’s a point where it describes Spock wearing nothing but a pair of black, silk pyjama bottoms and so naturally I HAD to draw it 😁

#hot spock #snw spock #snw spirk #star trek #spirk #spock #james t kirk #k/s #kirk/spock #k/s fanfic #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic rec #star trek fanart #spirk fanart #spirk art #spirkart

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Two Hearts, Eight Words

Plot: Though not entirely versed on the traditions of Valentines Day, Spock does know it often includes two things. A gift, and a confession.

Pairing: Spock x Gn!Reader (short-term established relationship)

Requests: "I think I am in love with you." + Him not understanding it but going like “It’s custom for your species to do something on this specified date so I got this for you”

Requested By: @anonymousewrites and @oneshortstack

Warnings: I tried to be neutral with the gift he gives the reader, but if bracelets aren't your thing I'm sorry!~ Use of Y/n once or twice. A mention of "drinks" but no alcohol is mentioned specifically. Kissing towards the end.

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Spock stood outside your quarters for a few moments as he rehearsed what he was going to say in his head. It was not often he felt nervous, but you often tended to bring it out in him, even after you had entered into a relationship.

Finally making his presence known, he waited patiently for you to open the door. As it slid open, revealing you, he felt his heart jolt when you grinned at him.

"Hello Spock."

He bowed his head sligthly "Y/n." Looking past you to make sure you were alone he met your eyes again "May I come in?"

"Of course." You said as you stepped aside.

As you watched Spock walk into your room, you noted he seemed a bit more stiff than usual. Turning to face you, his face was more stern as well.

"Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine, I'm not disturbing your work am I?"

You shook your head "You never do Spock."

A small smile seemed to cross his face momentarily before he spoke "I believe, back on Earth it is the holiday Valentines Day."

As he said this, you felt your heart jolt a little, you had realized this, but you did not expect anything since Spock was often not aware of human holidays.

"Yes, it is."

"You seem surprised I know that."

You chuckled softly "Well I wasn't sure you'd ever really heard about it."

He quirked his brow "These past few days it has been impossible to escape it. I've heard most of the human crew members discussing it. Though, I did also now about it beforehand."

"If you are worried I'm expecting something, you don't have to do anything." You said with a reassuring smile, not knowing if he cared to celebrate at all.

He quirked his head slightly "In the past when Vulcan holidays or traditions are common, you often go out of your way to help me celebrate them. I wish to do the same for you. For Valentines Day, it’s custom for human to do something on this specified date, so I got this for you”

You watched as he pulled something from behind his back, a thin rectangular box held closed with a ribbon

"Oh." You took it gently as he handed it to you, your breath caught in your throat for a moment. "Thank you Spock."

Opening the box, you revealed a delicate bracelet with a beautiful orange stone.

Spock saw your face light up and could tell you liked it. "It was made on Vulcan, I thought you might appreciate it's beauty and craftsmanship."

"It's amazing Spock, thank you." You grinned at him as you took it out of the box.

Spock stepped forward, taking the bracelet from you as he gently held up your wrist with his other had. You smiled as he placed it around your wrist himself. When he was done, he locked eyes with you and smiled.

Stepping forward, you pressed a kiss to his cheek "Thank you."

"You are welcome Y/n." He said softly, his voice sending a light shiver up your spine. "I hope you are also free for dinner, I wish to dine with you as well."

You smiled and nodded "I'd love that too."

"Our usual time?"

You nodded "Yes."

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A few hours later, after Spock had left you and gone back to his station, you finished your work, all the while, anticipating your dinner with him.

You decided last minute to get him flowers. You were not sure what he would really think of them, but you hoped he would appreciate the gesture. Especially since he decided to do something for you.

Heading towards his quarters, flowers in hand, you received some amused and knowing looks from other crew members, as well as a cheesy joke from Erica.

As you stood outside his door, your eyes cast down at the bracelet you had put back on. You smiled as your heart fluttered in your chest.

When the door slid open, revealing Spock, you grinned at him as you handed him the flowers.

"These are for you."

Spock looked at the flowers as he took them, blinking a few times before you saw his lip quirk. As he looked back into his quarters, you followed his line of sight, spotting flowers sitting on the table.

"We seemed to have the same idea."

You grinned as he gestured for you to come inside. Walking over to the bouquet of lilies he got you, you smiled before you looked at him again "Thank you, they're beautiful."

"And thank you. I have never received flowers as a gift." He said as he stared down at the orchids you got him.

You felt a blush crawl across your cheeks, but amusement lined your face.

"That's a shame, everyone should at least once."

He met your eyes and hummed lightly, as if thinking about your comment. Turning he looked over to the dining table wear he had prepared dinner. "Shall we eat?"

You nodded and smiled as you followed him to the table.

Once you had finished eating, you sat on the floor side by side, drinks on the table as you talked. Spock, who held your hand in his, gently caressed his thumb over your skin. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly as if thinking over his words carefully.

"If I am correct, it is often that on Valentines Day, people confess their feelings to others."

You nodded "Yes, it's how many first dates happen and its the beginning of a lot of relationships too."

"We are already in a relationship."

You giggled softly "Yes, we are."

"Yet I still wish to tell you."

You tilted your head as you eyed him, your ears burning a little. "Tell me what?"

His eyes finally left your hand and met yours. He stared at you in silence for a moment before he spoke, his voice deep, but soft "I think I am in love with you."

You felt your heartbeat pick up as your breath caught in your throat for a moment. Your ears and neck burned as your chest tightened.

"And are you okay with that?" You spoke slowly, somewhat weary of his answer

Slowly a smile spread across his face "Yes, I am."

A smile crossed your face as well as you let out a soft breath "That's good, because I think I'm in love with you too."

Spock's head tilted a bit as he lifted his hand, gently caressing your cheek before he placed his fingers under your chin. Leaning towards each other, your lips touched softly as you kissed. Pulling away for a second, you kissed again deeper and longer this time.

Pulling away after a few more moments, your eyes locked as you smiled at him "Thank you for celebrating Valentines Day with me."

"Thank you for allowing me to share it with you." He replied smoothly before he pulled you in for another kiss.

xx End xx

Ending fics smoothly is the bane of my existence, it's so hard lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed~ Reblogs are highly appreciated, Likes and comments as well <3

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spocksbrainworms · 8 months

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SNW is such a sitcom I’m waiting for Jim and Spock to get locked in the turbolift together because someone is doing maintenance on the EPS grid so they just sit on the floor and pass a PADD back and forth playing chess for the first time.

#fr someone write this as a lil fic #I’d eat that shit up #spock #snw #star trek #kirk #spirk

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45780 · 9 months

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Hey I've got a fic idea for anyone who wants to write it. A 5+1 is the general idea that I have in my mind.

Okay so one day on the bridge they are doing their usual stuff of u know almost dying because of alien things and Pike is giving out orders for everyone and without thinking he says something like "Michael, you and Sam go and find out what this weird goo is" out of pure habit and Spock being the grieving little emotional Vulcan he is looks devastated.

Pike then realises what he said and looks horrified and corrects himself multiple times with Spock's name.

They both leave the bridge and Erica is like.

"Yo, I think Captain Pike just deadnamed Spock" And everyone believes it.

Qué the crew of Entiprise being incredibly supportive of their Trans Vulcan friend and spock being confused.

Bonus points if you push it out all the way into when Kirk is captain and the crew telling him. At some point Kirk beats up an old Enteprise crew member who "deadnamed" Spock and Spock just spends years being confused.

At one point spock says "technically I'm not a man" in reference to his Vulcan biology but uhura goes feral.

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emonydeborah · 6 months

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The senior staff of the Enterprise are turned into kids one by one, and the definitely have a favorite.

(It’s Una.)

whole fic under the cut if ao3 is not your speed.

~5000 words

Chris

“Anyone want to tell me how the hell this happened?”

Christine and Joseph glanced at each other and back at the biobed, avoiding Una’s eyes. The little boy wolfed down the applesauce Christine had gotten for him, merrily swinging his legs and completely oblivious to anything else.

“Hey.” Una raised her eyebrows, and Christine and Joseph snapped to attention. “Answers.”

“We haven’t had time for a full examination,” Joseph started. “I’ll need to do a full analysis of the energy signatures-”

“Yeah, we have no idea,” Christine interrupted. Joseph shot her a panicked look, but she just shrugged. “Scans show a normal human boy, about ten years old.”

“Can you reverse it?” Una asked shrilly.

“I believe so, Commander.” Spock inserted himself into their huddle, pointedly turning away from Chris. He had avoided looking at Chris since he had first started to cry for his mommy on the bridge. “If my equations are correct. I will need time to run some tests.”

“You have one hour,” Una ordered, and Spock nodded.

“Nurse Chapel, I’m all done!” Chris held out his applesauce cup to prove it. Christine took a deep breath and slapped on a perky smile before she turned to him.

“All right, I’ll take that then. Do you want some more?” Chris shook his head.

“No thank you, I’m all full.” He patted his belly, and finally noticed Joseph, Una, and Spock staring at him. He grinned, dimples on full display, and Una smiled back before she remembered to be alarmed. It was odd, seeing him like this. They had been in objectively stranger situations, but when she thought of him as young, she thought of a hot shot test pilot, not a sweet little boy.

“Hello,” he said brightly. “I’m Chris. Well, actually, I’m Christopher, but a lot of people call me Chris. Except my mom, she calls me Chrissy.” Una blinked and looked to Joseph for help. He shrugged.

“Hello, Chris,” Una said eventually. She approached his bed, trying to look more friendly than wary. She didn’t entirely succeed, judging by his widening eyes as she drew near. “Do you know who I am?”

“You’re really tall.” Una froze, staring down at him. Christine snorted and hastily covered it up with a cough.

“Right,” Una said. “But do you remember my name?” He shook his head.

“I’m sorry,” he said, eyes huge and doleful. To Una’s horror, his lip started to wobble. “I didn’t mean to forget. It’s really mean to forget someone’s name, especially if they’re your friends.” He looked around at them all, eyes shimmering. “Are you my friends?” Una gaped at him.

“Yes,” Spock interjected. “Chris. We are your friends.”

“Which is why-” Una gave herself a shake. “-we forgive you for not remembering. Friends forgive each other.”

Chris wiped his eyes. “Okay.” He sniffed, and in short order seemed as happy as ever. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Una.” Una clasped her hands behind her back. “You can call me Number One.” Chris’s eyes went big and round.

“That’s a really cool nickname,” he said, awed. Una cracked a smile.

“Thanks.”

“You’re really pretty.” Una’s smile stiffened, and Christine swooped in.

“I know she is, buddy, do you want to watch a holovid?”

Chris agreed immediately, completely diverted, and Una ducked out of Sickbay before Joseph could say a word about her pink cheeks.

Uhura

“I thought we fixed this problem?” Chris looked around at the group, who had nothing more to offer than a collective shrug. Una groaned.

“This is a starship, not a daycare.” She glared around, and Spock avoided her eyes. “Spock, you made Chris an adult again, why didn’t the problem end there?”

Spock opened his mouth, but a high pitched giggle from the biobed cut him off. Christine tickled Uhura with one hand and with the other stealthily approached her shoulder with a hypospray while Joseph made a valiant attempt at tricorder readings.

“I do not know,” Spock admitted. “Evidently the anomaly has longer lasting effects than I anticipated.”

“Can you fix her like you fixed the captain?” Una asked.

“And can you do it soon?” Christine sounded more haggard than Una had ever heard her, including after twenty-four hours with no sleep. She joined the huddle and pulled a sticker out of her hair. “I can’t keep this up much longer.”

On the biobed, Uhura smashed two hastily replicated dolls together. Una couldn’t tell if they were kissing or fighting to the death.

“Five years old is a magical age,” Joseph said grimly.

“I personally would not have expected this from Uhura,” Chris said. “She’s normally so reserved.”

“Yeah, well-”

“Why is it so quiet?” Una hesitated, afraid to turn around, but Chris’s horrified expression gave it away.

Sickbay’s doors swished open, and Una turned just in time to see her officer scamper out the door, giggling.

“Oh, no.”

They all hurtled after her, skidding to a halt in the hallway before splitting off every direction. There was an alarmed shout and Una honed in on it, rounding a corner to find an ensign staring into a jefferies tube.

“Hey, kid!” he yelled. “Don’t go in there!”

Una groaned and pushed the ensign out of the way before he could follow. “This is not what I signed on for,” she grumbled as she clambered into the tube, hair swinging in her face. “Number One to Captain Pike. I’m on her trail. Someone get to deck twelve section eight and you should be able to cut her off.”

“On it.”

Pattering sounds echoed up the tube and Una pushed forward, maneuvering her arms and legs through the narrow space with great difficulty. She hadn’t taken a jaunt through the ship’s innards in some time.

“Nyota?” she called. “Nyota, I need you to come here right now.” She rounded the bend and Uhura came into view, fiddling with wires on the wall. “Nyota-” Una banged her head on a sectional divider and bit back several curses. “Hey, leave that alone-”

Uhura yanked on a wire and Una surged forward, throwing herself over Uhura and curling herself around her. Sparks and steam rained down on them, stinging Una’s eyes and making Uhura cough. Una blindly reached to the side and switched off the current.

Once the air had cleared, Una shuffled to the side and rolled over to sit up, wiping her streaming eyes. She pulled Uhura between her knees and patted her down for damage.

“Are you okay?” she croaked. Uhura rubbed her eyes, spluttering and hacking until the smoke cleared her lungs. She nodded. Una leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes to catch her breath.

Uhura crawled over Una’s knee, and Una’s eyes shot open. “Oh no you don’t.” Una swiped for her and just missed her ankle. Uhura scurried away, shrieking with laughter. “Get back here!”

Spock

“Well, this is great.”

“My name is Spock. My parents are Amanda Grayson and Ambassador Sarek.” Una pinched her nose and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Uh, does anyone know how he fixed the others?” Erica asked. Una glared and she hastily turned back to her station. Chris let out a deep sigh.

“Let’s get him to Sickbay.” He stood and beckoned Spock towards the turbolift, but Spock just frowned at him, legs dangling off his chair. His head barely reached the science station controls.

“My name is Spock,” he repeated insistently. Una wouldn’t have expected such a serious voice from that round, cherubic face, but this was Spock. “My parents are-”

“We know who your parents are, buddy,” Chris said tiredly. “Come on, we’ll get you fixed up.”

“Mother says not to talk to strangers.” Chris blinked. Erica bit back a grin, until she caught Una’s exasperated look.

“Well,” Chris said, “we… know your mom, and she said it’s okay.”

Erica whistled. “Way to sound like a classic predator, Captain.”

“Mind your station, Lieutenant,” Una snapped. Chris gave her a helpless look.

“Mother says to find a mother with her children and ask her for help if I ever get lost,” Spock plowed on.

“And that’s usually great advice, buddy, but there are no-”

Spock stared straight at Una. “Can you help me?” Una’s mouth dropped open and Erica snorted. Chris turned to Una.

“Of course she can,” he said in a pleading tone. “Right?”

“Don’t encourage this,” Una retorted. “I’m not a-”

“Maybe don’t focus on that?”

“If you think I’m going to-” There was a thud, and to Una’s horror, Spock was no longer in his seat. She raced across the bridge and found Spock’s feet hanging out of the conduit under his station. “Oh no,” she said, and hauled him out by his waist. “I have maxed out my time crawling around the tubes today.”

Spock blinked owlishly up at her, clutching an important-looking piece of piping to his chest. An alarm to perform an immediate diagnostic flashed across the science controls.

“What is that?” Una asked, afraid of the answer.

“It was humming,” Spock said. “I wanted to find out why.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to do that,” Una said, dumbfounded. She took a deep breath and held out her hand for the equipment, and Spock handed it over. At the helm, Erica was shaking with laughter. “Don’t do that again.”

“Mother says my curiosity is admirable.”

Erica

“What fresh preteen hell is this?” Una ignored La’an’s question, though she shared her sentiment. Erica crossed her arms, sullenly avoiding Christine’s attempts at conversation.

Una was sure she had been a much more pleasant eleven-year-old.

“How long to fix her this time?” Una asked tiredly.

“An hour to calibrate the equipment to her readings, Commander,” Spock answered.

Christine sighed and stepped away to confer with Joseph, and Erica slouched farther down the bed. She started to pick at the mattress.

“We’re getting the hang of this, huh?” La’an said dryly. “Who do you think is next?”

“Don’t even joke about that,” Una grumbled. “Hey, stop that,” she said sharply. Erica snatched her hands away from the biobed controls, pouting.

“I’m not doing anything!”

“You’re messing with delicate equipment is what you’re doing.” Una raised her eyebrows. “Don’t.”

“‘Delicate equipment,’” Erica mocked under her breath. “You don’t even know me.” Una’s jaw dropped. La’an frowned.

“How is that relevant?” she asked in an undertone, and Una gave her a warning look.

“Big words from someone who refused to wear any color but black for six months.” La’an flushed.

“Point taken.”

Una took a deep breath and controlled her expression. “Of course I know you,” she said imperiously. “You’re Erica Ortegas, and-” Erica shrunk back in the bed, showing what her surly demeanor had been an attempt to hide: she was absolutely terrified. Una softened her voice. “-and you’re the best pilot I know.” Erica blinked, and the crease faded between her eyebrows.

“No I’m not,” she said automatically, but she sat up, intrigued.

“Are you calling me a liar?” Una straightened to her full height and beckoned Erica towards the door. “Come on.” Erica glanced at La’an, who shrugged. Una raised her eyebrows. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

Erica slid off the bed. She didn’t take Una’s hand, though she appeared to be contemplating it.

“Commander?”

“Calibrate, Spock!”

Erica didn’t speak on the way to the bridge, but her eyes widened when the turbolift doors swished open. Una led her down to the helm, and with a few taps locked the controls before depositing Erica in her chair. She retreated to her own station and watched Erica closely from behind, only looking away when Erica glanced back at her.

Once Erica was sure no one was watching, her guarded exterior fell away and she stared out the viewscreen with unabashed wonder.

Christine

“Please get her out of here,” Joseph said through gritted teeth. “I care very much for Christine, but I am this close to losing my temper.”

“Oh, you’re losing your temper?” Una asked mockingly. “I’ve been on babysitting duty all day. Work it out.” Joseph grimaced. Something clattered and he whipped around to find Christine fiddling with some test tubes on a lab table.

“Hey!” Joseph barked. “Put that down.” Una blinked, taken aback at his snappy tone. She would have expected more patience from him as a physician, and as a parent himself.

Christine raised her eyebrows into somehow the most grating expression Una had ever seen on a child’s face, and Una understood Joseph’s irritation immediately. “We have these at school,” Christine sassed. “I know what to do.” She rolled her eyes, and Una grabbed the back of Joseph’s shirt to keep him from marching over.

“Deep breaths, Doctor,” she muttered.

“It’s nonstop,” he said under his breath. “Since she transformed she hasn’t listened to a word I’ve said. Please get her out of here so Spock and I can finish setting up the device.”

“She can’t be that bad.”

Christine yelped, and Joseph flinched at a loud crash. What remained of a tube laid smashed in pieces on the floor, and Christine looked at them with wide eyes. “That wasn’t my fault.”

“Christine, that’s why I told you-”

“It’s not my fault!” Christine said indignantly. She crossed her arms with a stormy look.

“Okay,” Una said, and stepped in front of a seething Joseph. “Let’s all calm down.”

“He’s mad at me when I didn’t do anything!” Christine cried, and Una silenced her with a look.

“Christine, we both know that’s not true. You didn’t listen to the doctor and you dropped the tube.” Christine opened her mouth, but Una raised her eyebrows and Christine snapped her mouth shut. “Doctor,” Una said in an undertone, “she’s ten. Stop glaring and go work on the machine.”

Christine kicked at the shards, attempting to gather them in a pile. “Let me do that,” Una ordered. “You’ll cut yourself.” Una picked around the lab table away from the spray of glass. “Come here.” She signaled for Christine to raise her arms, and carefully lifted her away from the broken glass. Christine latched around her waist without prompt and Una carried her to a biobed before hunting down a dustpan. She pretended not to notice Christine watching closely as she carefully swept the glass up into a pile. There was probably more than she could get with the dustpan, but it was better than letting anyone cut themselves.

“Can I help?” Christine’s voice was much more timid than before, and Una looked back at her with raised eyebrows.

“That would be appreciated,” she said after letting Christine squirm a moment. Christine hopped off the biobed and scampered over to her, beaming. Una gave her the dustpan and told her to hold it still for Una to sweep the glass into it.

“Thank you, Christine,” Una said when the glass was safely disposed of. “Do you understand now why you shouldn’t mess with equipment that isn’t yours?”

Christine ducked her head and nodded. Una resisted the urge to pat her back. No need to get mushy.

La’an

“I’m really getting tired of this,” Chris groaned. “Do we know why it’s still happening?”

“I am working on several theories, Captain,” Spock reported. “I do not have a timetable as of yet. There does not appear to be a pattern in crew affected or the ages to which they are reduced.”

“Well, regardless, this has gone on long enough. Una, I got this one.” Chris gave her an apologetic look. “You’ve been on kid duty all day, you can have a break.”

Una didn’t respond, or even look in his direction. She swayed from side to side, humming under her breath. La’an’s little arms were solidly wrapped around her neck and she was a warm weight on Una’s chest, tiny breaths puffing against her neck. It had been pure, primal instinct to sweep her out of her chair on the bridge as soon as she had started to sniffle, and Una had not released her since, even for her scans. Una stroked her hair to the ends of her pigtails and La’an sighed, eyes drifting closed. Her heartbeat fluttered against Una’s chest, much slower and steadier now than when she had first transformed.

“Una?” Una startled and looked around. Chris, Joseph, and Spock were all staring at her, clearly awaiting a response.

“Sir?” Chris raised his eyebrows with a half-smile.

“I was just saying I could take over babysitting this time, since you’ve been handling them all day.” Una frowned and half turned away so that La’an was out of reach.

“I’ve got this, sir,” she said firmly. Christine snickered from across the room and Una gave her a sharp look over La’an’s head. “Do you have all the readings you need, Doctor?”

Joseph nodded, looking wary. She had glared at him a bit more fiercely than intended when he had asked her to put La’an on the biobed for her exam, and he had apparently not yet recovered. “We just need to adjust the device. Shouldn’t take longer than an hour.” He cracked a tired grin. “We’re getting the hang of this.”

“No need to rush,” Una said imperiously. “Don’t get complacent; I expect the same care with this remedy as with the others.” Joseph raised his eyebrows, almost affronted.

“Aye, Commander,” he said.

“Una, you really don’t have to do this by yourself,” Chris insisted. “Weren’t you telling me you had a meeting to get to that you didn’t want to miss?”

“I can multitask, Captain.” Una strode towards the door, huddling La’an away from Chris’s outstretched arms. “Let me know when the device is ready,” she ordered.

La’an jolted as Una hurried out of Sickbay, and Una shortened and smoothed her steps. Small fingers tangled in her hair and Una winced to think of the snarls she would have to brush out later, but she didn’t pull La’an’s hand away.

Una hummed as she wove through the ship, hoping La’an would drop back to sleep, but La’an’s eyes stayed determinedly open and watchful. She kept her head tucked against Una’s neck, but turned slightly to watch crewmembers as they passed.

Her meeting was uneventful. No one dared to comment on the toddler safely nestled in her arms, or the hushed tones Una made them use to give their reports. The only excitement was Chris sweeping in at the end with a problem that could only be solved by Una crawling around in jefferies tubes, and whisking La’an away before Una could argue.

When Una stormed into Sickbay thirty minutes later, grumbling about incompetence, she found La’an on Chris’s shoulders and shrieking with laughter as Chris ran around making spaceship noises. As soon as she saw Una, though, she dove for her, and Chris barely managed to catch her from tumbling off his shoulders.

“Having fun?” Una asked dryly. She lifted La’an onto her hip and raised her eyebrows as Chris leaned over to catch his breath. “Is this why the conduit situation was so urgent?” Chris grinned.

“Can’t let you have all the fun, Number One.”

Joseph

“He makes a pretty cute kid.”

Chris turned to her, baffled. “What?” Una shrugged.

“I prefer him as an adult who can do his job, but come on. He’s pretty cute.”

Joseph bounced around Sickbay, holding Christine’s hand and asking a hundred questions a minute. Christine, clearly charmed, did her best to do her job one-handed, though she was struggling to balance all her equipment. Spock had been delegated to follow and catch anything she dropped.

“I guess?” Chris looked at Joseph in a new light, pondering. “Not as cute as La’an, but I see where you’re coming from.”

“Well of course not,” Una scoffed. Chris shot her a sidelong glance, and Una grimaced. “Don’t tell her I said that.”

“Oh, I’m going to. Honesty among my officers is important,” Chris said seriously. “And if you think La’an was the cutest kid on this ship she should know that.” Una just glared, and Chris chuckled.

“You know what, buddy?” Christine said. “I need a few minutes to set this up, so I can’t answer your questions right now. Do you want to go ask Number One?” Una’s head snapped towards her and she gave her a look of absolute betrayal. Joseph scampered over to her, unconcerned.

“How come you’re called Number One?” he asked without preamble.

“Because she’s my number one,” Chris said with a grin. “She’s the best first officer in the whole fleet.”

“What’s a first officer?”

“Ohoho, that’s an excellent question.” Chris looked far too excited. Una watched warily as Chris lifted Joseph onto a biobed and made himself comfortable.

“Now, a first officer-”

Una’s insides were already curdling with embarrassment, but she crossed her arms and stationed herself next to Chris, hoping to keep him moderately in line.

And if watching Joseph swing his legs and rattle question after question with bright and curious eyes made Una smile, that was incidental.

Hemmer

“Buddy.” Uhura’s voice was somewhere between exhaustion and exasperation, leaning heavily towards exasperation. “We can’t be doing this.” After several seconds of clanging, Hemmer poked his head out of the jefferies tube. His sharp features were blunted somewhat by his round cheeks, but his serious expression was the same as when he was an adult.

“I’m bored,” he said matter-of-factly, like Uhura was ridiculous for trying to stop him.

“Then we’ll find something else to do, come on.” Uhura beckoned him out of the tube, but he just stared blankly in her direction, unmoved. Given his unaltered ability to maneuver the ship, let alone the jefferies tubes, Una knew his other senses were intact. He was just ignoring Uhura for fun.

“Hemmer,” Uhura pleaded. “We’ll find something else.” Hemmer blinked at her, utterly unconcerned, and started to retreat back into the tube.

“Hemmer,” Una barked. “Out. Now.” His head swiveled towards her, and he crawled out without a murmur. Uhura’s jaw dropped as Hemmer wandered past her, and Una smirked at her outrage.

She was not smirking for long. Her disciplining effect only lasted as long as Hemmer was in her presence, and as soon as he was out of sight he was off like a shot.

“What is with these kids and climbing into things?” Una asked despairingly. She keyed in override after override as Chris and Spock attempted to manually open the hatch. None of them were having much success. The emergency protocols were doing a great job of sealing things off at the first sign of an overload, but there were no procedures built in for a precocious child crawling into the engines and pulling things apart.

“Can we at least turn the alarm off?” Chris yelled over the blaring klaxon.

“Negative, Captain,” Spock answered, straining at the locking mechanism. He and Chris were pulling at it with all their might with no success.

Una hit her sixth firewall and groaned. She smacked the interface in frustration and inserted herself between Spock and Chris, adding her Illyrian strength to the mix. With a metallic screech, the hatch edged open torturously slowly.

“Why didn’t you do that from the beginning?” Chris panted. Una ignored him.

She stuck head into the hatch. “Lieutenant!” she bellowed. “Come out of there this minute!”

There was no response for several seconds. Una gritted her teeth and braced herself to climb into the tube, knowing she was at least marginally more resilient to the radiation, but just as she grabbed onto the bars to pull herself in, a pair of antennae poked around the bend.

“Commander,” he greeted in his normal growling tone, only with a much squeakier voice. Una didn’t wait for him to crawl all the way out; as soon as he was in reach she hauled him out of the tube. Spock and Chris slammed the hatch shut and collapsed against it, panting. Una didn’t realize she was holding Hemmer tightly to her chest until he started to squirm, and she loosened her grip so he could lean back and cross his arms. He made no move to get down, though, and Una didn’t prompt him.

“We need to get you a hobby,” Chris said from the ground, sounding dazed. Spock staggered to his feet and reset the protocols, and finally the alert klaxon turned off.

Una let out a long breath.

Una

“So…” The captain glanced around at everyone, baffled. “Do any of us know how to handle this?”

La’an shrugged, as lost as he was. Una watched them both with wide, frightened eyes, sitting quietly on the biobed with her hands tightly clasped in her lap. Dr. M’Benga raised his eyebrows at Chris’s tone.

“I think we’re pretty efficient by now, Captain,” he said, amused.

“Yeah, but-” Captain Pike fumbled for words, gesturing vaguely in Una’s direction. “It’s Una.” M’Benga shook his head and chuckled, but La’an agreed with Captain Pike. For whatever reason, the rest of them had gravitated to Una as children, and she had been able to keep them under control. None of them really knew how she had done it, and it was unlikely they could apply her methods.

“All right, Una,” Christine said in a much gentler voice than La’an had ever heard from her, even with the other children. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Una said quietly, even as her heart rate shot up on the monitor. Christine didn’t react to the beeping monitor, or even look away from Una’s face.

“Do you know who I am?” Christine asked. M’Benga ran his tricorder over Una as Christine spoke, and Una jerked away from the device.

“No.” La’an couldn’t tell if she was reacting to Christine or M’Benga; she retreated from them both.

“Okay,” Christine said easily. “That’s okay. My name is Christine, and this is Joseph, and we’re going to help you.”

“I don’t need help,” Una said shrilly, and slid off the bed. “I’m fine. Please don’t scan me.”

“It won’t hurt,” M’Benga promised.

“What makes you nervous about it?” Christine asked. She stayed where she was as Una retreated, giving her space to feel safe.

“I’m not nervous,” Una said firmly. “I just don’t like it.” She crossed her arms, as if to shield herself from the tricorder. She glared at M’Benga when he opened his mouth to explain, and La’an almost smiled.

That was their Una.

M’Benga wisely chose to retreat and stand next to Chris. He watched contemplatively as Christine engaged Una in quiet conversation about if she’d like a snack or a book. Una politely refused everything.

“Do you have enough data to calibrate the device?” Chris asked under his breath, and grimaced when M’Benga shook his head.

“If it were a human crewmember, I would say yes,” he said, and Una’s eyes shot to him, though he should have been out of earshot. La’an frowned as M’Benga continued. “But she’s Illyrian, and even though the physiological differences are minimal-”

Una paled so drastically La’an took a half-step forward to catch her if she fainted. Her breaths came sharp and deep and she leaped back when Christine reached for her.

“What are you talking about?” Una demanded, voice shaking with panic. “I am human!”

They all understood within seconds of each other, and M’Benga winced at himself. Chris’s shoulders sagged in the face of Una’s terror, and Christine knelt. Even at an estimated twelve years old, Una was nearly as tall as La’an, which La’an had not grumbled about as she had escorted her to Sickbay. On her knees Christine reached Una’s shoulders, and Una looked down at her, trembling.

“I’m human,” Una insisted desperately. “Your scanners are wrong. I’m not Illyrian. I’m human.”

“Una,” Christine interrupted. “We’re not going to hurt you. You’re not going to get in trouble.”

“I’m not- I’m not- I promise-” Tears streamed down her face and La’an’s heart tugged at her abject terror.

Una had always seemed so heartbroken when La’an called her in tears after an incident at school or yet another change in foster families once they put two and two together and found out where she came from. It had never occurred to La’an to wonder where that sympathy came from, even when she found out the truth about Una’s heritage. She had been so angry to find out that Una, the same Una who had always told her never to be ashamed of her origins, had kept her own genetics a secret for most of her life. But this reaction made La’an wonder if that secrecy had been more than a calculated decision, and instead a deeply ingrained instinct borne out of trauma. Una never talked about her childhood, and La’an wasn’t one to ask.

“Una, look at me,” Christine said soothingly. “I believe you.”

“But he said-”

“He was wrong.” She lied so smoothly La’an consciously had to control her shock. “The tricorder is broken; he’s gonna get a new one, okay?”

M’Benga looked dubious but he followed her lead. He got a new tricorder and laid it on the bio bed for Christine, not daring to approach and break the tenuous rapport.

“I don’t want-”

“Una,” Christine said firmly, “no one here is going to hurt you. No matter what. We’re going to keep you safe, but to do that we need these scans.”

Una’s mouth wobbled as she looked down at Christine’s reassuring face, and her breathing hitched. “Are you gonna tell?” she asked quietly.

Christine’s shoulders sagged, but she didn’t try to defend her lie. She shook her head. “No. You’re safe here, we won’t tell.”

Una looked around at the rest of them, and for La’an it was like looking at herself all those years ago, lost and alone and so terrified that it was all too good to be true, that Una was about to disappear like everyone else. “No one?” Una asked. La’an straightened her shoulders and met Una’s gaze head on.

“No,” La’an said firmly. “This is Starfleet, we don’t care what you are, we care who you are.” Captain Pike shot her a surprised glance, but La’an didn’t squirm. It was Una’s old mantra to her whenever she’d fallen into resenting her ancestry again, convinced it was holding her back. “You’re our friend,” La’an continued, “and we’ll protect you.”

Una looked to Chris, and he nodded. She swallowed, and took a deep breath.

“Okay.”

#snw #una chin riley #chris pike #erica ortegas #nyota uhura #la’an noonien singh #hemmer #christine chapel #spock #joseph m'benga #strange new worlds #snw fic #my fic

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