reboot: war games, epilogue

Master Post

Captain Kirk

Epilogue:

Jim's always found he's done his very best not-thinking prone, and adding in a beach just makes it that much easier. Eyes closed, he feels across the sand for the bottle, unwilling to give up current sloth even for very good alcohol, which this is. And better, stolen alcohol that Bones doesn't know about and therefore can't say he can't have, which honestly just makes it taste that much better.

From behind him, there's no sound of feet moving through the sand, but Spock's mastered the art of being sneaky, and Jim could feel the soft hum of his mind long before he started crossing the beach. As Jim's fingers just touch the edge of the bottle, it's taken away.

Opening his eyes, Jim grins up at Spock. "That's mean."

"I do not believe Dr. McCoy would be pleased to find you with alcohol, Jim," Spock answers, sitting down beside him to look at the unmarked bottle. "What is it?"

"I dunno? It's good, whatever it is." Jim snickers at Spock's alarm. "Alpha Centurian homemade wine; remind me that I promised Evans a promotion for finding it." After a moment, Jim pushes himself up, taking the bottle for another drink. "I thought you were doing dinner with Bones and Uhura after Nagu's lecture."

Spock does the eyebrow equivalent of a shrug and to Jim's surprise, extending his hand for the bottle and taking a careful sip. "I do not believe the lack of my company will be noticed."

Jim eyes the ocean lapping white sand just a few centimeters from his bare feet, wondering, not for the first time, who exactly Uhura had blackmailed and killed to get them beachfront cabins on Risa. Saving the galaxy did not get you credit on a pleasure planet, though it did get you half-priced drinks, which Bones had refused on his behalf but accepted for pretty much everyone else.

Jim's not bored yet, even though he's restricted from doing anything even vaguely fun, but he thinks that soon he might be. A week of nothing but rest and relaxation sounds good, but Jim's never been really all that attracted to unlimited free time with nothing to do but think, and there's way too much to think about.

"You know I'm not actually blocking you because I hate you and want you to die, right?"

Spock hesitates, setting the bottle down. "I understand your reasons."

For the first time since Jim was (reluctantly) discharged from Starfleet Medical, he lets his careful shields down. It's an effort, which he supposes is a good sign; he's learning to use them automatically, unthinkingly, which means three hour long meditations are not in his immediate future. But he thinks that he would have preferred that to what he damn well knows is the equivalent of a panic-induced shutdown. "Spock--"

Faintly, faintly, he can feel Spock; it's too distant to get more than that, and it's another first--he misses the feel of Spock's mind. The low, subliminal hum he can almost ignore isn't the same, and he knows no matter what Spock says or doesn't say, it's against everything Vulcans are to live like this.

"Jim, I do not feel--abandoned." Spock pauses, and Jim lets himself feel just a little more, enough to get a current of those feelings Spock can't quite admit he has. There's anger, which makes Jim want to pull away even if it's justified, but the focus isn't on him at all. "What Sorin did to you--"

Jim has to focus not to shut down again; there goes not thinking. "So we're going to talk about it." And probably past time, too, even if Jim had some faint fantasy that maybe they could get away with sex and then finding someone to work on that goddamn half-finished water sculpture in their room. Which may be a metaphor for their relationship, but he's not entirely sure what it means.

"We do not have to," Spock says, legs crossed in what could be casualness if his back wasn't so goddamn straight. "There have been cases--an involuntary meld for the purposes that Sorin put it to is rare on Vulcan, but when it has happened, the repercussions--"

"Spock--"

"It is not unusual for those who have been victims of involuntary telepathic manipulation to find further mental contact distasteful and seek to avoid--"

"We're not talking about Sorin anymore, are we?"

Spock looks at him calmly. "No, we are not."

Jim pulls up his knees, hooking an arm around them and staring out over the water, feeling the words filling his mouth, bitter and long denied and unwanted. Lying to other people is one thing; lying to yourself is just stupid. "So I'm a telepath."

Beside him, he feels Spock stiffen.

"What Sorin did--" Jim takes a deep breath. "What he did he couldn't have done if I were--if I wasn't one."

"The actions of the Ambassador and I are the reason you have been changed," Spock says evenly. "I understand your reasons, Jim. Even if the results were not intended, that does not change the fact that our actions were the cause." After a moment, Spock continues, voice even more ruthlessly even. "I contacted T'Sai at the colony; she has offered a potential solution."

Jim twists around to stare at Spock. "A solution."

"Vulcan healers are instructed in many techniques specific to telepathy. Though rarely used, there are ways to--repress it."

"You’ve never mentioned anything like that before."

"That is because it is implemented only in cases where the individual is either unable or unwilling to exercise control, or when further telepathic contact is too damaging for the individual to risk further exposure of any kind." Spock never looks away from the ocean. "When it is used, it is very thorough; it is impossible for them to read others, or be read themselves."

Jim turns the implications over in his mind, hearing what Spock isn't saying; a bond couldn't survive that, not a complete shutdown. "Everyone would be shut out of my head. Including you."

"Yes."

"For good."

"The technique is not easily reversible," Spock answers. "And the results are--uncertain. It is not a solution that is embarked on without thought, only when there is no other way."

"In some places, we'd call that a divorce."

Spock turns to face him. "No."

"You're saying you could live with me and know you couldn't ever touch my mind again?"

"Yes," Spock answers simply. "If that was your choice, I would." Like it's not even a question. Jim leans back and thinks about that, what it means to a Vulcan to live with a lover, to continue a relationship where they were forever denied a part of a Vulcan marriage so fundamental it's as natural as breathing.

Jim's not sure what it means, that Spock's offering him this, but he thinks maybe Spock's as dumb as Jim is sometimes. Love does that to you.

"The thing is, I hate diplomacy," Jim says, making himself stare at the ocean because he's just shit at metaphor. "I mean, you know this. But I love the Enterprise. And I do diplomacy--granted, with Uhura and you watching me--because one comes with the other."

"I do not require this of you," Spock answers, softly, so sure. "It is enough that you are--you alone will always be all that I require."

Jim shuts his eyes and kind of wishes he'd stuck to literalism; it's Spock for God's sake. "Diplomacy is the telepathy. The Enterprise is--is the bond thing. God, your mother was an interpreter, how the hell do you miss a big metaphor about our relationship?"

"That would be," Spock answers, and this time, his voice isn't controlled at all, "because it was not a clear metaphor."

Jim turns around on the towel completely, catching Spock's eyes. "I know when you're tired and when you're unhappy and when you're pissed, which right, Vulcan's aren't, and I like the fact that I know it's not true. I wouldn't--the thing is--" Jim stops, trying to frame the words just right. "I spent the last week not hearing anything and I realized I really don't like it. I mean, I hate it. I hate it, but I had to do it, because fine, I didn't know you were going to come up with this--you know, overkill is something we both really enjoy way too much, we really need to work on that--but I knew it would be something. I knew I had to do it, because you'd never believe me if I couldn't prove it."

Reaching for Spock's hand, Jim laces their fingers together and this time, it's easy to drop the shields, knowing who is waiting for him on the other side. "I'm not scared of you in my head," Jim says, knowing Spock can feel the absolute truth. "Never you."

It's been a week, which right now feels like a goddamn lifetime, even longer than the trip from Remus when he'd felt like he'd fall apart at any moment. The wary Spockness seems to circle him like hunters around a campfire, trying to balance simple want against uncertainty, and Jim's gotten pretty good at this telepathy shit, opening his mind and shutting down fear with a single exhaled breath; this is Spock and nothing in his life has ever been this good.

At the first tentative touch, a finger of thought sliding between his own, Jim grins. "I'd also like to claim my conjugal rights now," he says, pushing Spock down into the sun-warmed sand and licking into his mouth, surprised all anew at the higher temperature of Vulcan skin, like a really, really good porn metaphor.

"Nahp-hif-bi tu throks," Jim breathes, grinning at the response he gets. "Yeah, I noticed you liked that. "Give me your thoughts, nahp-hif-bi tu throks, telsu, give me everything, kanok-vei tu tan-tor, did you know I can speak Ancient Golic now, I've been practicing--"

"You speak too much, Jim," Spock answers, the faintest quaver in his voice, and Jim kisses him again, shivering under the rush of pure sensation, the feel of Spock's mind twining through his, familiar and missed, the moment that it all clicks together, finally, and Jim has just enough presence of mind to drag off his swim trunks before something gets torn apart and lets it engulf him.

There are a lot of ways to describe this--the Federation does not lack an extensive library of porn featuring Vulcans--but description always pales before the reality when sex is just a more efficient way to get to this, something between perfect awareness and perfect understanding and a singular, continuous orgasm.

Spock isn't the type to think to bring prep for sex unless it's planned out in advance, but Jim's an old hand at sensing when it's time to strip and get down to business; fumbling for his shorts, he gets out the lube, slicking his fingers and getting up on his knees, easing his fingers inside himself with a little shudder that means Spock feels that, too. Grinning, he eases himself open enough not to risk a visit to Risa's medical facilities and unfastens Spock's uniform pants--what the fuck, Spock? Really? On vacation?--and runs his fist down his cock once before sliding down on Spock in a single, bright-painful rush that takes his breath away.

"Fuck me," Jim says, one hand braced in the sand. "Federation Standard. I can speak that, too."

Spock's hands close over his hips, vise-tight, pressing against the thin skin, grinding against bone, another good part, a great part, and Jim pulls up before going down again, setting a fast, frantic rhythm that can last forever when they're like this, when it's this good, when they need it this much. Knees grinding into the sand, Jim shuts his eyes against the double sensation of watching Spock and feeling his thoughts, the rich combination of lust and warmth and the way that Vulcans feel love, fierce and protective and painful, like the delicate edge of a lirpa slicing through logic and rationality, peeling away civilization like a shed skin. This is why they built Koon-Ut far out in the sands of Vulcan, clothing it in ritual and secrecy, where the participants fuck on bare rock if there's nothing else, grinding sand and sweeping heat and sweat and pure wonder when everything comes together before they fall into each other.

This, this could never scare him; this is everything that could ever have been possible, the thing he couldn't have known to want much less ever ask for; in a universe of infinite possibility, he'd never guessed it could house someone like Spock. Worth dying for, and worth living for, too, Spock hot and slick beneath him, pushing him over and back until sand grinds against his back and he's gasping for air and not caring if he ever gets enough. Tilting his head back, he thinks of the Colony's Koon-Ut far from even a view of the city and the pillar in the center, hearing bells and listening to himself make promises that will last until the day he dies, every promise Spock wants and all the ones he doesn't know he can have, the life he'll live as a Starfleet officer and Federation citizen and the galaxy that Pike wants to believe in and that somehow, impossibly, he believes Jim can, too.

Here, he can. He does. "Spock," Jim breathes, feeling laughter bubbling up from somewhere endlessly deep, "telsu, love of my fucking life, get on with it and fuck me."

His thighs will never forgive him for this, bent back against his chest and straining, Spock close and sucking kisses into his mouth, lips bruised and tasting of copper and iron both, the winding heat sparking something vicious and gorgeous in them both. Reaching up, Jim twists his hand in Spock's hair and jerks him closer, biting what he can't say but can feel, shutting his eyes at the answering response and the final click where they're not two beings in an infinite universe but a single one, just as infinite and so much more.

Orgasm just doesn't hit--it punches him out, head snapping back into the sand and maybe screaming, who the fuck cares, and Jim rides it out until every muscle goes liquid, shocked and high and beyond words or even thought, just feeling. It lasts forever, asking for more more more and he can give it, he can do this, he can do anything, anything at all.

A far too short time later, Jim feels Spock start to move; whining a little, Jim lets him, too bonelessly comfortable to argue. There's the vague sensation of being cleaned up with the towel, scratchy-comfortable, but that's fair enough; he who caused the mess shall clean the mess, even orgasm-induced messes. Stretching, Jim ignores the wince of bruised and overstrained muscles from long familiarity, opening his eyes to grin in satisfaction as Spock lies down beside him in elegant exhaustion.

They have another two weeks before they go back to headquarters, where Uhura and Spock will not let him on the Enterprise until they've fixed all the fuck-ups from the refit, and if he knows the Admiralty (God, does he), they'll get boring missions in the middle of nowhere for a while. Save the Federation, be bored for six months: that wasn't in the recruitment speech. In a month, he'll stand in front of a roomful of enlisted crew and looking at their faces, he'll tell them what he's willing to die for, what he's willing to live for, as a Federation Captain, a Starfleet officer, and a living being.

Once, I met a man in a bar who told me I could captain a starship and I believed him. When I'm done with you, you'll know that you can, too. Please close your textbooks and burn them or something, because that's not how this is going to go. Starfleet isn't what you think it is, and being an officer is like nothing you could ever imagine. You're going to change the galaxy, and this is where it starts.

"You are quiet," Spock observes after a prolonged pause; turning his head, Jim raises an eyebrow.

"And you're complaining."

"I am not. It was an observation." Having done his part in reminding Jim he's Vulcan and weird, Spock sits up, efficiently going about dressing in a way that makes it look hot and not weirdly awkward when you're showing the first signs of sex-related bruising and your hair is sticking straight up. Feeling superior, Jim reaches for his shorts and lifts his hips too pull them on, hissing a little; oh, he's going to be feeling this for a while.

Spock turns around, fastened pants and shirt in hand. "You require--"

"Oh God, don't even finish that sentence." Getting to his feet, Jim grabs the beach towel and wads it up under one arm. "We should start working on course material this week. Oh, and get a regenerator."

Spock's eyes narrow at the contradiction. "Did you not just say--"

"Oh, not now; we'll need it before I'm done with you." Catching Spock by the hand, Jim pulls him into a kiss, wallowing a little in the warmth of Spock's thoughts, confusion and faint amusement and patience that eventually, he'll understand why Jim is insane. Pulling back, Jim licks the tip of his nose and skips backward with a grin. "Coming with, Mr. Spock?"

Spock tilts his head thoughtfully before following him up the incline, fingers brushing his as they reach the front porch. "Everywhere you would go, t'hy'la."

Comments

[thecomfychair.livejournal.com]

I'll come back and leave better feedback later when I don't have to be awake in two hours but...yeah, this was definitely worth staying up to read. *flail*

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*glee* Thank you very much!

[danahid.livejournal.com]

Amazing. I am incoherent and sleep-deprived and probably not functional (certainly not able to type). I am blown away by your world-building, by your characterizations, by this:

biting what he can't say but can feel, shutting his eyes at the answering response and the final click where they're not two beings in an infinite universe but a single one, just as infinite and so much more.

In the end, it's beautiful too.

I need to read it again, not in a mad rush, but to savour.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thanks very, very much! And wow, you read fast. *blinks*

[omendreamer.livejournal.com]

This is awe inspiring. It might possibly be the best reason for a completely sleepless night ever. It's so good I'm worried about reading any more fanfic for at least a day, since it has a fair chance of seeming flawed in comparison. Only you could get me to read SpockPrime with someone other than Jim (of whatever universe). Seriously, my mind just shuts down trying to picture it. I just end up weirded out, vaguely squicked, and feeling like a severe and horrible person for refusing to entertain the possibility of him moving on, or really having any other romantic interests. So while I had to skim a few bits to maintain my mental plausible denial, it still stands as a minor miracle. Everything else was read with the scarily single-minded focus I am rarely motivated to employ. A bomb could have gone off and I would have merely swept aside the debris blocking my screen. Just sheer genius.

P.S. Also very well edited-I noticed about the same number of mistakes that I do in official published work.

[omendreamer.livejournal.com]

P.P.S. (Damn my inability to edit comments) I love T'Prina as I have basically never loved an OC that didn't have adorable child factor to overcome my irrational innate prejudices. Her vaguely sassy posture in the picture is simply icing on the cake.

[epona34.livejournal.com]

Love you and your fics! Thank you so much for sharing.
I will try to come back and give a more detailed review later. I need to read it again right now!

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!

[al-hazel.livejournal.com]

This is completely amazing. I love the amount of detail, the in depth exploration of character motivations, and the relationship between all of them.

The small details that has made its way from the first fic to its sequel makes me gleeful, and I love identifying every single one of them.

Characterisation and plot is as complex and amazing as usual, but it is also easily understood. Your flair for writing such intricate fics is so clearly evident. I love your exploration into the new Vulcan colony, and I love that Amanda Grayson is such a huge part of this story.

There are so much more stuff that I really adore, like the further exploration of Kirk and Spock's relationship, the way Kirk changes the lives of those around him simply by being who he is, and that the Enterprise and her crew will always beat the odds because they are smart and completely awesome.

Completely amazing, and definitely one that I will re-read over and over again.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*bounces* Thanks very, very much! This one let me do a lot of stuff I enjoy doing but all at once. At length, apparently. *g*

[leonie-alastair.livejournal.com]

I just blew off a morning's worth of work with deadlines looming because I simply could not stop reading this. It was amazing. The plot and the pacing, the character voices, the OC's are all brilliant. I can't wait to find time to reread it.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*glee* Thank you very much!

[(Anonymous)]

I have misplaced several hours of my life reading this fic and it was worth every second.

You've done astonishing world building in a rebooted universe of a fandom institution. My response to this creative wonder is to flail about in glee and get ready to go back to the beginning of the story and read it again.

Phenomenal stuff!

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thanks very very much!

[beatrice_otter]

This is an awesome story. I liked the way you showed the relationships and the politics, both. And I loved how seamlessly you wove in details from the books, like Sunseed. They were recognizable, and yet recognizably fit in this timeline--it was an extrapolation of what might have been, not merely grafting on what did happen in the original timeline.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I loved My Enemy, My Ally, and it was neat to be able to add in here.

[mellyna.livejournal.com]

Excellent story. This was well worth the wait. Thanks for sharing.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[snowrose.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow! Excellent fic! I can't believe I liked an OC, but T'Prina was awesome. Loved how you worked some of Amanda's backstory into it. Amanda is awesome! So is this fic <3

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much!

[ficsoreal.livejournal.com]

Your world building is amazing and the use of original characters, exceptional. Absolutely wonderful to read. Thanks for sharing.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!

[trienne-hovus.livejournal.com]

Holy hell in a handcart, woman: WHY ARE YOU NOT WRITING OFFICIAL ST NOVELS???

Oh, right: the slash.

Eh, too bad for Pocketbooks, or whoever the publisher is.

This is SO. INCREDIBLY. AMAZING. And here's one of the reasons why, and you might be taken aback, but: There is more plot than there is sex. There is, in fact, A LOT more plot than there is sex. There is plot and counterplot and subplots by the double handsful and pulling in from all points of the established 'verse (Sunseed, eh? I squealed so much I scared the cat and wondered for one lovely moment if anyone I knew from the DuaneVerse would show up, like a very young Ael).

Anyway: soooo much lovely, lovely plot, and OCs that made me want to hug them and you and dance everyone around in circles.

Worth the wait, Jenn. So very very much worth the wait.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Oh God, you have no idea how much I thought about working her in. It was so tempting. Herb got barely cut because I was going off-track.

I love so many people recognized Sunseed. Thanks very, very much!

[w-wylfing.livejournal.com]

Um, woah. I kept trying to tear myself away, but instead found myself printing out the last few chapters so I could read it on my way home from work. I nearly got hit by cars reading it while I walked! My blood would have been on your hands!
I regret nothing. This is an incredible tour de force--I really can't believe how epic and complicated and incredibly written it is. I love the ocs, I love your Vulcans, I love how twisty and underhanded some of the action is, and I love your Kirk and Spock bestest of all.

Thank you so, so much for posting this. (And I really, really hope you'll write a little bit more of the Enterprise's internal classes. They sound *awesome*.)

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*dies laughing* Thank you so much. I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

[queenklu.livejournal.com]

*STRETCHES* What a GLORIOUS way to spend a day! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Been waiting for this fic, and it SO didn't disappoint! God, i love Jim's snark and Spock's sass and every every every time they said t'hy'la i just PURRED.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*bounces* Thank you very much!

[hollyxu.livejournal.com]

I HATE TO SIT ON MY CAPSLOCK KEY BECAUSE IT'S SUCH AN EYESORE, BUT DEAR GOD. YOU ARE AMAZING, THIS FIC IS A MONSTER, BUT THE SORT OF GOOD KIND THAT EATS YOUR BRAIN.

THE WILLPOWER IT TOOK TO FINISH SOMETHING LIKE THIS IS ASTOUNDING ON ITS OWN! THE FACT THAT IT IS JUST THAT GOOD IS JUST ICING ON THE CAKE.

HAVE A KEYMASH, BECAUSE THERE'S NOT MUCH I CAN SAY BEYOND ♥ ♥ ♥ A;LFDJKA;LEUIRA;JFSJKF;AJF!

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*grins* Thank you so much!

[dine.livejournal.com]

I did it! I finished it (just) before the end of the workday - of course, I didn't accomplish much in the way of official work, but who the hell cares about that?

I am stunned by this story - fabulous twisty plotlines, terrific characterization of Our Heroes and wonderful OCs, and a sense of hurtling through that rings very familiar from the Reboot movie. seriously, there aren't enough superlatives.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[missmollyetc.livejournal.com]

Okay, I don't know how many words I can find for OVERWHELMED BY JOY, but let me try? This story was fabulous, wonderful, exciting, evocative, heartening, painful (in the good way!) and fantastic. I loved that this was not just the story of how Jim and Spock became an old married couple, but an adventure with politics and fighting and sex and awesome AWESOME secondary characters and--and this is insane with Star Trek--the science made narrative sense! There were logic trails I could follow! Great job. Thank you.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD MY SCIENCE! *GLEE* I rewrote that so often it's ridiculous. And wikipedia'ed. *grins*

Thanks very, very much!

[jackycomelately.livejournal.com]

Awesome story! It was a great thing to wake up to (even if I had to go off to work).

I find this the most hilarious line ever: "And we want to lock up his Vulcan boyfriend who lost his entire world as well as his mother for going after him." Something about Spock being referred to as his Vulcan boyfriend just makes me want to howl with laughter. As well as losing one's mother being considered on par with losing an entire world (I mean it totally is, but you don't expect an Admiral to admit it).

Yes, it's not enough that Kirk has to save his kidnappers, and stop a war, he has to do it while being driven insane! Of course he does! It would only happen to Kirk! (Well, it would totally happen to Miles Vorkosigan too, but he has a head start with the crazy thing)

Love the subplot with the twist at the end. I would absolutely read the continuing adventures of Sorin and Melody.

Really enjoyed this.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Sorin and Melody are the one thing I wish I could continue somehow, since it's kind of the upturned version of obsessive romance. I kind of want to see what they do, though I suspect they kidnap Melody's son and make a run for Romulus or something.

Thanks very, very much! I'm seriously thrilled this worked so well for readers. I wasn't entirely sure I didn't overdo it.

This = WOW!!!

[gaylarain.livejournal.com]

I was practically giddy. I loved your OC's. T'Prina was awesome. This just completely felt like Star Trek to me. I had a little trouble keeping up with who knew what when but that may have been me reading too fast and I was able to get the gist of it anyway. Are you going to write more in this universe? Because you have created an incredible universe here. You've left me wanting to see how Jim uses his telepathy in his further adventures. Or just generally more adventures for everyone. Thank you for this awesome book that you have written for us.

Re: This = WOW!!!

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much! Um, maybe? It's not impossible; I do like this universe a lot.

[cryptic-reign.livejournal.com]

I'm a bit incoherent at the moment, having been reading this since waayearlier today. haha. I've been reading this while waking up, job searching, riding in the car, and finally getting home. I never have the kind of single-minded focus for anything. I sort of astounded myself, really.

Seriously though, this was completely worth it. It was brilliant, and by far my favorite Trek fic, or fanfiction of all time really.
I think my favorite part, if I had to pick, would be the whole 'I met a man in a bar, etc' bit that Jim tells T'Prina.

Awesome, awesome piece of work here. Thanks for sharing it. x3

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much! *bounces*

[lrndng.livejournal.com]

I just spent all day reading this (at work sneakily) and it was amazing . . . just amazing. I loved this beyond belief. The action and story was great although I was only a little dissatisfied that the evil federation punk wasn't more expanded on but otherwise omg LOVED all the characters the OCs and their interactions. . . Also the art was way fabu

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much!

[isagel.livejournal.com]

*HEARTS TIMES INFINITY*

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[cellia.livejournal.com]

Wow I stayed up waaaay too late last night reading this. Amazing story (with plot!). Loved how Uhura was not forgotten and was still a colleague and close friend. Loved the many Vulcans! Amazed at how well you managed the older Spock and his new life and family.

I actually cried at one of the Sarek bits. I kept expecting there to be a final reveal of some sort, but... he's just basically spitting on Amanda's grave and his son (and Vulcan). ;_; I just tell myself this is sucky au!Sarek.

Thanks so much for posting!

[seperis.livejournal.com]

For Sarek, it was--practical, I think? Or what he thought of as practical.

Thanks so much for the lovely feedback!

[jesse-kips.livejournal.com]

!!!!!! That was incredible. You created a rich, totally all-encompassing world here, with an AMAZING plot, omg, and brilliant characters - both canon and none. Your Jim and Spock... God, so amazing. SO AMAZING!!! I think I loved literally EVERY SINGLE thing about it, except the fact it had to end (And Sarek D: I can't help but be heartbroken about him, but Spock handled it so well).

Seriously, this was fantabulous - I found myself having to stop myself skim reading ahead because the tension and plot was getting to me so much! Too many lines I loved to quote, but the section where you describe Spock, as Kirk is learning about the computer, about the things which made him and all he is - just beautiful. As is Jim's description of how he became a Captain.

Thank you so much for this <3

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I'm very glad you enjoyed it!

[svrldsmntls.livejournal.com]

dear god woman you have killed me...in the best fucking possible way...*internet huggles and kisses*

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*G* Thank you!