Rated: NC-17
Kirk Prime/Spock Prime AU. Kirk survives Generations and reunites with Spock. He finds adapting to life nearly eighty years in the future is hard enough, but then a star about to go supernova threatens Romulus, and Kirk and Spock have to deal with Captain Nero and the strange new universe they follow him into.
Written for Star Trek Big Bang 2011. ~75,300 words.
Amazing art by jactrades
Awesome mix: HERE by vertrauen
Enormous thanks go to ansley15, who whipped this thing into shape and whose advice made me so much happier with it. Thank you to jactrades for the amazing art, and to vertrauen for the awesome mix. Thank you as well to solara1357 for assuring me the story wasn't as bad as I thought it was, and to ladyblahblah, who listened to me talk about it and helped me with some tricky moments.
This story overlaps with canon in several places. There is dialogue from Generations, dialogue and story from STXI, and quite a bit of the dialogue and story from Star Trek: Countdown, the comic prequel to XI (which makes that movie make a lot more sense, by the way).
I started this story because I've read a few "Kirk survives Generations and reunites with Spock" stories, though depressingly few, and I've read several "Kirk Prime and Spock Prime are reunited in XI-verse," but I was unable to find any that did what I most wanted. Namely, the "Kirk survives Generations" fics tended to end with his reunion with Spock, but what I really wanted to see was his life after that -- how did he adapt to life in the future? And he wasn't that old in Generations, so if he survived that movie, he could conceivably have lived long enough to be there for the events of XI. No one seemed to have written that story, though -- so I did it myself. I hope you all like it.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
You must know that I do not love you and that I love you,
because everything alive has its two sides;
a word is one wing of silence,
fire has its cold half.
I love you in order to begin to love you,
to start infinity again
and never to stop loving you:
that's why I do not love you yet.
I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held
keys in my hand: to a future of joy--
a wretched, muddled fate--
My love has two lives, in order to love you:
that's why I love you when I do not love you,
and also why I love you when I do.
--Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XLIV