Kirk And Spock Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Yes. Isn't it a brilliant idea? We both stand to benefit immensely from this arrangement. Don't tell me you aren't interested." Kirk remained stone-silent for a few agonizing seconds. Then, a low chuckle broke from his lips, quickly escalating into a full, cynical laugh. Laureen’s eyes narrowed into slits as she stared at him across the table. "What's so funny?" Kirk’s laughter snapped shut, his expression instantly hardening back into a serious mask. "It seems you have a fundamental misunderstanding of what Cyan and I actually are." "What's there to misunderstand? Don't tell me you don't have feelings for her—"

His eyes were wide as he turned to look at his still living companion. The next arrow, sharp and true, went all the way through Jimmy’s right knee and embedded several inches into his left knee. He dropped to the ground, crying out in pain. “Jimmy!” Spock’s fear was evident in his voice. “What do I do? Who is doing this?” Stefan stepped into view of the men. Spock was concentrating on Jimmy and did not see him right away. But Jimmy began patting him frantically. When Spock finally looked up, Stefan was smiling at them. He did not have the time to worry about the fact that his smile looked crazed. It drove his intimidation stats home.

His voice was quieter now, almost pleading. Kirk huffed, his lips pursing dramatically as he tilted his head back. "Feeling’s mutual. You have a hot guy who’s willing to marry you even though—I’m only guessing—you’re his first man-on-man experience, and you're hesitating. I wish I was his mate. I wouldn't think twice." Kirk flicked his hair back like a model in a shampoo commercial, folding his arms with theatrical flair.

"You don't have to answer if you feel awkward about it." Looking into the distance, Kirk said, "Carol, it doesn't matter whether or not you choose to be with me. I just want you to be happy." Caroline looked at Kirk's side profile. She believed his words were sincere. But it would be great if he wasn't a Morrison. "Oh, yeah." Kirk turned to look at Caroline. "Carol, you said you need me for something. What was it? You don't have to feel awkward. Even if we aren't spouses anymore, we're still friends. And friends should help each other, don't you think so?"

For a bad guy like Kirk, killing him in a single strike would be far too merciful. And since Kirk had many lives, Ray would take his time. The more lives Kirk had, the more times Ray would make him suffer. Ray really wanted to see whether, in the end, Kirk would regret having so many lives. With a thought, Ray activated spatial swap. He swapped a stone inside Kirk's stomach with one outside. The stone inside him was only slightly larger than a fist. But the one that replaced it… was bigger than a human head. In an instant, Kirk erupted in agony.

I heard Kirk's voice and turned to look again. "Would you like a drink?" Kirk offered Hope. "Sure," she said. "Help yourself," he said. There was a pitcher of a really fruity rum drink on the coffee table. I found out later that it was strong stuff, but it was so sweet that Hope didn't notice the alcohol. She poured a glass and took a tentative sip. She nodded her head and then drained half the glass. I raised my eyebrows at that—noticing that Kirk did the same thing. Kirk spoke up first, so I didn't have to say a word.