kirktastic | [Sometimes Choices Have to Be Made]

Current Location: Kirk's Office - Transporter Room

Entry tags:

[Sometimes Choices Have to Be Made]

The beeping came suddenly from off from the side of his desk where he sat in his office. For a second Kirk was grateful that no one was in there with him as he jumped, just a little startled. Grabbing his comm and flipping it open, Kirk got out "Hello" before realizing it was only an alert.

The alert was coming from Jim's communicator, down there on the planet, trapped with Nero. Knowing that Jim had managed to sneak out two messages before, a small shiver of worry passed through him as he realized what only an alert could mean. It had to be a warning that something was happening - something that Jim couldn't sneak away to tell him. Considering the circumstances, there were very few things that the warning could have been. Kirk could only hope that getting out this warning wasn't putting Jim's life in danger.

Kirk thought about what George had said the other night. The idea had gotten stuck in his head - transported against their will. He had thought about it, laying in bed at night when he couldn't sleep. Could there be a way to do just that? To transport not only Jim and Spock, but the Romulans as well? If something was happening right now, something that Jim thought was worthwhile enough to have to warn him about, then maybe it was their only chance. He had a good feeling that whatever was taking place wouldn't give him much time to think this over.

Just as Kirk started to get out of his chair, the computer spoke to him as simultaneously a red alert appeared on the console before him. Sensors indicate the Narada is no longer aboard this ship. Repeat - sensors indicate the Narada is no longer aboard this ship. Kirk felt a cold fear run down his spine as he stared at the diagram of the Enterprise the computer automatically pulled up. It showed the Narada's last known location in Jim's quarters with the single red dot disappearing and reappearing over and over again.

With that in mind, Kirk found himself rushing down toward the nearest transporter room, with his comm still in hand. "Captain to Lt Commander Scott - Captain to Lt Commander Scott!" When Scotty didn't reply fast enough, Kirk snapped off a curse and hit the transporter room at a dead run. Kirk looked to the startled ensign behind the controls. "Ensign - the last known coordinates of the Narada should still be in the system, pull them up for me," Kirk said quickly as he slid in behind another console. His fingers flew over the screen, and using the coordinates the ensign pulled up, he scanned for information about the Narada.

The Enterprise's powerful scanners swept across where the Narada lay dormant on the surface of the planet below. To his utter amazement, the powerful shielding that had not only protected the Narada from every attack they had launched her way but kept them from doing something like this before was down, as if it had never been. To his greatest fear, Kirk could also see that her power levels, which had previously been so low, were now quickly picking up. That had to be it. That had to be what Jim was warning him about. The Romulans had done exactly as they feared - they had managed to not only locate but mine up the dilithium without the use of the plasma drill Kirk had helped destroy.

There was no time to think about what he had to do or talk to any other officer if this was the right course of action. Kirk looked to the confused ensign beside him and said, "Prepare - four to beam up." The computer recognized Jim and Spock's signatures immediately - it was Nero and Ayel's that Kirk had to locate. It wasn't hard, there seemed to be little else in the immediate area around the Narada. The mining must have scared everything off, Kirk thought to himself off-handedly. He had no doubt that every second counted. After all, it was impossible to say how long it would take for the Narada to get her shields back up.

Kirk hadn't realized he was holding his breath until the computer finally located Nero and Ayel's signatures. Something else that George had said came into his mind. He wasn't sure that Stockholm Syndrome was the right term for it but Kirk understood what his father meant. He didn't know how Jim and Spock would react to what he planned to do. With that in mind, he carefully divided the instructions to the transporter. Spock and Jim would be sent the conference room on Deck A. He instructed the computer to lock the door on the conference room and put his own personal code as the clearance needed for the lock.

The next set of instructions were a little more difficult to do in such a hurry. Choosing two open rooms in the brig, he set each one to its highest level of security. Only the captain would be able to lower the force field that separated the Romulans from the rest of the ship. Knowing the anger he had seen in Spock's eyes, and knowing the revenge in some people's hearts, even in his own, Kirk had to ensure that his crew was protected from Nero, and Nero from his crew. I'll need to speak with Security myself, Kirk thought quickly as he typed.

As he finished the last of the instructions to the computer, with the transporter locked on the four life signatures below, Kirk could only hope that he was doing the right thing. He looked to the ensign beside him and nodded only once. "Energize."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The familiar feel of the transporter taking him, unexpected but immediately recognized, was like a grief song.

Spock opened his eyes aboard the Enterprise.

"Captain?"

He was not often left speechless.

"Remarkable."

Jim's breath caught. Somehow--maybe it was the bond, maybe just his sure instincts--he knew this was Spock. But Spock... with a deep, throaty, feminine voice, and a uniform suddenly too loose that nevertheless stretched a little across the torso. There was so much to take care of, to determine--the Romulans, the dilithium, what the ship was going to do with her masters gone--but surely he could be forgiven for marveling at this for a moment.

Spock was a knockout.

And then something occurred to him, a note in his own voice, which had not been his at all. He looked down to see too-small hands disappearing inside his sleeves, pants threatening to slip, and, most notably, the gentle rise of his chest under the dirt-stained tunic. Grabbing his pants in one hand, he looked up at Spock, beaming a familiar smile on a face one would have to look closely to find similarities in cheekbones, lips, eyes.

"Spock," he said again, partly for the novelty of hearing his own honey-rich mezzo. "We're girls." And he started calculating how much time they had to take off their clothes and check this out.

"Indeed, Captain."

Spock turned in a slow circle, surveying his body. And then he surveyed Jim's body.

Quite changed. The smile was the same, however. It was almost jarring to see it, that smile on such a female face.

"I shall, of course, endeavor to reverse this change as quickly as possible."

They were in a conference room - there was no sign of Nero or Ayel. Had they been a victim of these changes?

"Why?" Jim asked with another disarming smile. "You're gorgeous. I could kiss you. Can I kiss you?" He blinked, a line settling between his brows. "Unless I'm not gorgeous."

What if he was a hideous woman? It wasn't that Spock was in any way unattractive as a man, but somehow Jim would not have picture... this. He shook his head at his own vanity, and moved to the door. First to find Jim, find out where Nero and Ayel were...

"It's locked!"

"Now hardly seems the appropriate time, Captain."

However, he took Jim's query seriously. Jim's body was strong and well-put together, the figure restrained and elegant. His mouth - her mouth? a matter to settle later - was generous and appealing.

Yet it was all quite strange. Spock did not consider himself a superior objective judge of female attractiveness. However, that was not an answer that would please his mate.

Spock prodded at the bond - just to be sure. It was intact, as strong as it had been previously. That much, at least, had not changed.

His brows drew together at Jim's exclamation. Locked - forcibly beamed into a locked room. The possible interpretations of this were less than ideal.

"Jim, you described to me some conflict between yourself and your counterpart. Could it result in this?"

Oh god. He was ugly. Spock hadn't ignored his question--he'd looked at Jim, and not answered, which was a totally different thing. Appropriate time, his ass. It was always an appropriate time to tell him he was a fox, if such a thing were true. Oh god, his ass. Would it be undignified to crane his neck around to see it?

It would be, which meant Jim had nothing to look at but his bondmate-turned-pinup, which was not a little distracting. The need to touch her--him--whatever was almost overpowering. If he had a cock, it'd be... Jim blinked. Oh. That was interesting.

Holy shit. He had a vagina.

Okay, focus. "Hmm? Um. Right. Right, Jim was not happy about the Narada getting dilithium, and didn't seem inclined to trust any hostage situation. He was more than a little inclined to shoot first, et cetera. As far as conflict, he didn't." Jim glanced at the door again. "Unless he intended to beam us all up together, I can't see why he'd beam us into a locked room. And I can't imagine him being angry enough to beam us into a room with them, at any rate."

The transition was disturbing. This was not his body, not his bondmate's body. Leonard. Would Leonard be repulsed? Spock found himself pondering the question with an odd detachment.

"Perhaps you should attempt to contact him."

Spock moved closer to Jim, half reaching out for the familiar touch but awkward in this body. His center of gravity, his balance, it was all shifted. The... the breasts were unrestrained and their movement was neither unpleasant nor pleasing - it was simply disconcerting. Extra flesh that all, in a bodily sense, felt rather unconstrained.

Jim's body was less extravagant, closer to what Spock would have considered ideal, if he had considered this sort of transformation. And, he eyed Jim's ass as close to distractedly as he ever was, he appeared to have maintained more salient features than just his facial ones.

Jim was distracted from his own awkwardness in this new body by the shift of Spock's breasts under his uniform. When he reached out to meet Spock's fingers with his own, would Spock receive that jolt of arousal? Jim tried to suppress it, for Spock's sake, for the sake of this situation, which was far larger than being turned into women and even that was potentially very serious. He'd been in another woman's body before, and not much liked it. What if someone was running around wearing his? Of course there were two at least on this ship alone, but his actual body.

He turned from the contact, smiling reassuringly (he hoped--it wasn't his face, or if it was he wasn't familiar with its workings) as he went for the comm.

"Jim Kirk to the Captain," he said, hoping the computer wasn't going to be picky about his voice patterns. "We seem to be locked in a conference room. Unless you want to walk in on something prurient, I suggest you join us in the near future."

He switched off the unit and glanced around at Spock, his expression suddenly delighted. "Spock! Were you looking at my ass?"

Even the touch of their fingers - slender fingers, Spock noted, though still with a certain strength - was different. The contact buzzed but it traveled through him differently, was not the comforting gesture he had so quickly grown used to.

His hair was long and felt heavy on his back. Unacceptable.

"I wished merely to be complete in my examination, Captain."

It has remained an attractive feature.

He moved to the table, thighs brushing together in an entirely new way, breasts continuing to shift - he would require proper undergarments even for the most assuredly brief time they would remain in these froms. The uncontrolled body was too distracting. Even sitting down was a different motion, and his hair caught between his arm and his body, pulling uncomfortably.

Kirk was already on his way down towards security when the comm came through. His mind was completely wrapped up in other things, namely (unknowingly!) the two people in the very conference room he was thinking of. He needed to tell security about Nero...

All he heard was a female's voice, and 'captain'.

"Kirk here. Busy, unless this is an emergency." He said without much thought behind it. It could have been anyone, but it wasn't Jim, Spock, or one of the security people he knew was in charge down in the brig right now so his mind dismissed it without a second thought.

Jim rolled his eyes, though they sent disconcertingly familiar sparks Spock's direction based on the thought received. Well, there was that, at least. And it meant Spock also thought they'd remained themselves, just... girls. He was also picking up that Spock did not automatically think this was the best thing ever. While Jim was very attached to his penis--apparently more figuratively than literally--as with most situations, he assumed this was temporary.

And planned to take full advantage of it, when he had time to plan such things.

"Jim, this is an emergency." Oh, this would be good. "Jim Kirk and Spock of the alternate reality have just been beamed aboard and request your attention at your earliest convenience."

Edited 2010-01-26 16:51 (UTC)

"I know, I'll be there in a whi--" Kirk actually stopped dead in the hallway, staring at his comm. No one else knew what he had done. Who... the hell was talking to him. "...Who is this?"

Spock did not think in such absolute terms as "greatest thing ever" but if he did, this would most certainly not be a contender for that title.

That Jim apparently was intrigued in a positive fashion.... Spock suspected his research into how to fix this problem would be interrupted by Jim's own research into what possessing a female body entailed.

If it would not have been an entirely unVulcan action, he would have rolled his own eyes.

Jim was buzzing from adrenaline, unmindful of Spock's thoughts on the matter. He lowered his voice a bit, just in case it helped.

"Does it matter? Jim, just get down here, unless you've got some emergency with Nero. I promise you it's worth it. Either that, or explain why you've got us locked up in here and how long you'll be, so I know if I have time to ravish my first officer."

The choking sound Kirk made had to be worth it to Jim. He stared at his comm in horror. "...Jim. Why... why do you sound like... like..." No. ...REALLY?

Jim nearly jumped up and down in glee. It was fairly unseemly. He bit back his guffaw, for the sake of everyone but him. "Jim. Just get here as soon as you can. I will find a way out, if I have to. You know that."

At the table, Spock made a low, distinctly displeased moaning sound. He could only shake his head at Jim's display.

Jim. Jim was a girl? ...Jim was a girl. "...Is Spock... too...?" Trying to even imagine it. Pasha and Pavel looked... fairly similar. Fuck Jim would have to be a smoking hot girl. ...NOT THE TIME TO BE THINKING THAT, JIM, mentally berating himself.

Thoughts of security were quickly fleeing from his mind.

Jim glanced at Spock. It was worrying him, a little, how despondent Spock seemed, in a smoking hot Vulcan way.

"Spock too," Jim said, following Kirk's train of thought. Or something like it. "Look, either open the door, get down here, or face the consequences. Kirk out."

He switched off the comm, and went to kneel in front of Spock, concern supplanting crazed delight for the first time since the discovery. "You okay, Spock?"

Jim on his knees would ordinarily inspire certain thoughts, even if Spock did not speak of them. Now, however, he merely surveyed Jim with eyes that were, at least, still familiar.

"Captain, this is not my body. There are certain biological differences I do not anticipate."

Perhaps it was not so wise of the Vulcan Council to so closely guard the secrets of Vulcan biology.

Edited 2010-01-26 17:22 (UTC)

Jim sobered, slightly, and nodded. "Yes. Yes, there are." Some of them Jim thought might be awesome, but he did realize he wasn't thinking with the most balanced possible view. Left to really think about it, he didn't like having his body taken away any more than anyone else.

"But it is you in there," he said, his eyes smiling up at Spock, "just like it's me in here. And we'll figure it out together, okay?" He pulled his hand free of his sleeve--he needed a new uniform--and offered it to Spock. Contact, though Spock might be spooked slightly by it being with different bodies than they were used to.

Jim hoped that wouldn't last.

But would it remain him? Spock was uncertain.

Still, Jim's gesture was reassuring, even as the contact buzzed along unfamiliar pathways. The bond was the same. It was stable. And it was still clearly there with Leonard as well. And the distance between them had been erased - Spock carefully nudged at Leonard's consciousness, unwilling to interrupt even now, but hungry for the missed contact.

"I do believe you, Captain."

"You always do, don't you?" Jim said softly, fondly. It was odd, hearing his own words in such an unfamiliar timbre, sweetened or perhaps that was just some lingering bias he had. He could feel Spock's uncertainty through their unfamiliar hands, and he sent all the gratitude he had at Spock's safety, and their continued partnership, through it. They were back, safe, Bones was here, and in light of all that a new anatomy meant significantly less to Jim except as another, relatively benign adventure.

Somehow, he felt this was not like the last time. Not Janice Lester. He'd felt wrong in that body, and now he felt awkward and off but it wasn't the same. It'd be best to check, obviously, but this body seemed to react as he would, if not in all the predictable ways.

"Please can I kiss you? Just once."

Would it even feel the same, in this utterly foreign body?

Spock nodded.

If anything was a sign that he retained at least the core of himself, it was that he was unable to refuse such a direct request from Jim.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

In Quarters, Totally Not Lurking