After the bar fight, Nyota thinks to herself that if this is what being hit on by Jim Kirk leads to, she's very glad she's never going to have to see him again.

Sarek receives the call 2.07 minutes after finishing morning meditation.

TO: Commander Spock, USS Enterprise NC-1701
FROM: Sybok, Vulcan Embassy, San Francisco, Earth
RE: T’Pring

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James Kirk was the rudest student Professor Heleine ever taught. He stomped out of the middle of the professor's lecture like he wasn't a mere cadet. Well, the professor was done putting up with him. If he couldn't sit through an expert lecture, then he should give the lecture about Tarsus. That would teach him some respect.

It really does take a village to raise a Jim.

The members of the Kelvin's crew watch over Jim as much as he lets them.

The thing people always forget is that it was a Vulcan ship that reached Tarsus IV first.

"'Have you ever been in love, Spock?' A series of moments in Jim and Spock's relationship."

The thing people always forget is that it was a Vulcan ship that reached Tarsus IV first.

Spock is the type of person who cleans dishes as he goes (of course he is, Jim thinks fondly) so there's very little mess when they're done, and Jim grabs a bottle of wine and three glasses and is joining Spock and Nyota in his living room less than five minutes later.

"I only have red," he tells him them, setting out the glasses and filling them anyway, not waiting for their response. He hands a glass to each of them, sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, and he only hesitates for a moment upon assessing the seating situation, but it is enough for them to notice. In the end, it is Spock who reaches purposefully for Jim's hand, pulling him down onto the couch between them.

Nyota settles into him, sipping her wine, and Jim finds himself relaxing into their company almost immediately. They chat aimlessly through the first round, and then the second, and Jim is feeling blissfully warm and drowsy when Nyota's voice cuts through the fog.

"—and you know we're not doing this casually, right?" she asks, and Jim shakes himself, thrown by the abrupt turn in conversation.

"What?" he asks, suddenly feeling wide awake, looking from Nyota's grin to the amused glint in Spock's eyes.

"This," she says, and then Nyota is kissing him, gently at first but with more insistence as he opens to her, and Jim thinks that maybe this was inevitable.

The thing is, ever since he began spending most of his spare time with first Spock and then Nyota, he's felt more like himself than he has since he was injected with Khan's blood, since he kneeled over Pike's dead body, since the Enterprise was last under his command.

Being with them has done what Khan's blood never could, has made him happy as well as healthy, and whole.

Four people who touched James T. Kirk's life, and one he surprised the hell out of.

For Jim Kirk, the scars of Tarsus IV won't ever fully fade. But sometimes a fellow survivor and a few close friends can do more than the counselors ever could. Tarsus IV oneshots and mini story arcs.

Jim Kirk used to think that ion storms were kinda funny, until one happened to him.

After everyone had breathed a sigh of relief and shared laughter that bordered on the maniacal; that was when the real work began and the crew became intimately familiar with the old Earth expression "no rest for the weary"

The Academy drops 100 cadets in the desert for a little survival training; Jim decides he's got a better plan.

The only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other.

No man is a leader until his appointment is ratified in the hearts and minds of his crew.

Jim asked five questions about Tarsus. He received five answers.

Jim is like gravity, in a way.

Kirk has been awake for ninety-six hours. He's pushed past his limits and is about to collapse from exhaustion. They saved Earth, they destroyed the Narada. Now they just have to make it home.

He wasn't supposed to read those books, the ones with the pictures of prisoners from a war long ago. It wasn't supposed to happen to him, either. Tarsus-fic