James T. Kirk

She faked a bit of annoyance at George's pushing before taking up the challenge, showing him that even with her stage fright she could still sing better than half of the people they knew. Showing him that she missed this relationship between the three of them, showing him just how much the two of them helped her. Showing both of them just how good this was before everything crashed and burned and blew up in her face.

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George let her hand go, once he figured she was okay, and danced around her. Together, separate, it didn't matter. Dancing and singing and having a good time, it was them, it was all them.

Can you feel it building
Like a wave the ocean just can’t control

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She barely noticed George's hand slip from her own as she sang. She was too focused on the song and the three of them, even as her anxiety returned a little, to care at that point.

Connected by a feeling
Ohhh, in our very souls

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It sometimes did feel like an ocean, rising and sweeping them along...but that was nine tenths of the fun. Things happened, they changed the mutated but...this was real, this was now. He strove to put every bit of his feeling into the song, embedding the words with his soul.

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She felt George pouring his heart into the song and felt her heart ache a little. That was her and Chris' George always going all out and never halfway. She almost felt like she was in her twenties again, young, carefree and having no idea what would happen next.

This is true
This is fate
And together

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By the time the song finished, he had guided them off stage to their table, to wrap his arms around Chris and Winnie

You know the world can see us
In a way that’s different than who we are

He was panting, he was sweaty, but he was damned well walking on air as he went back to give back the mics. He shook his head, letting sweat droplets fly from his hair. Everything and nothing less.

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She couldn't help but laugh as George shook his hair like a wet dog, hitting her and Chris with his sweat. She felt as if nothing in the universe could rain on her parade she had going. Not any problems with her sons, not any problems with everything else. It was just her, George and Chris and pure happiness.

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George stole another kiss and wandered towards the bar. He needed another drink...probably just a beer now though. He was pretty giddy without adding a high alcohol content to the mix.

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Chris winked at George as he wandered off, and wiped droplets of moisture from his cheek in an over-exaggerated way. He may have been laughing, and the song may have been a tad cheesy, but he really was touched. They actually sang for him. And Winona hadn't thrown up at all.

He took one of her hands as she sat down. She felt a little shaky, but looked exhilarated. "I can't believe you got up there and sang. I'm proud of you."

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She beamed at Chris, starting to settle down a bit. "I still can't believe it myself. And I didn't throw up You mind pinching me to make sure I didn't dream that?" She laughed. "That was for you, Chris. I mean, it was for George too, but I meant it mostly for you."

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He and Jim had returned inside, hair and clothes full of sand, he was sure, but - in a week filled with incredible moments, Jim singing to him outside might have topped them all, and Bones was sure the stupid look of love on his face was like a beacon to everyone on how he felt about his captain.

But now they were inside, and Jim had been pulled from his side by some of the guys in laundry for God knows what... and George was at the bar.

"Hey there," Bones called out, clapping him on the shoulder. "Nice job up there. You two sound good together."

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"I had to go one with her," George chuckled, ice water and lime being guzzled like it was going to be rationed. "She's got terrible stage fright. She'd've decorated my shoes with puke if I hadn't. We sounded alright?"

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"You sounded great, really. You know I'd tell you what I really thought." Not that he would, but he liked George, as a friend, away and apart from being Kirk's dad.

He turned to the bartender and asked for some fruit juice.

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"We used to sing that song, at the Academy," George smiled. "Mind, if she'd tried back then to sing it karaoke, wouldn't matter if I was up there, she'd still decorate my shoes. She's gotten a lot better. Your song was..." He didn't quite have the words for it and just squeezed Bones' shoulder.

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Bones glared for a bit, recalling the details of that stupid bet... but it worked out in the end. "Thanks," was all he said, looking down, then back up. "It was..." he just shrugged. "Well, you know."

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"No hard feelings?" George asked, smiling slightly sheepishly. "I've got another song I kinda wanted to wait until everyone was pretty well, drunk for, so I could plead drunkenness for singing it."

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"I'll let you know when I forgive you," he said, clearly not all that angry. Bones looked around the bar, that shift taking place where people started moving slower, talking slower, eyes glassier and everyone feeling friendly. "I'd say get to it soon, before people start heading out of here."

As much fun as this evening had been, Bones wanted nothing more than to grab Kirk and get the hell out of here and back to their beach cabin for one last night together, completely alone.

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"Hopefully by Monday, otherwise our session is gonna be pretty interesting," George chuckled. "Want Jim to hear the song, so you stay by him when I sing it? Jim is here, so Winnie seems to be pretty well glued to Chris' side." George didn't quite meet Bones eyes when he made the request and there was definite pinkening of his cheeks. George was kinda looking forward to being back at their hotel room for the night though he knew that meant they'd have to have the conversations they'd been putting off in the morning. Shoreleave over, back to real life, and it's problems.

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George was such a romantic, Bones thought in wonder. A real, honest-to-God sweet guy. Bones hadn't thought they existed anymore, though George's kid sure had been able to surprise him more than once...

"I'll make sure he's there, listening," he told George. "But get to it soon, okay?"

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"Yes sir," George grinned. "I'll be up there in just a bit. Then you can escape and...do things I don't think I needed to imagine my son even having an inkling for for, well, at least fourteen more years."

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