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SETI (rhymes with spaghetti) - by trekmemes (ProblematicPitch)
“There,” said Uhura with some finality. “The mic’s all yours, Chief.” She winked at Jim.

He brought the headset microphone up to his lips. “H-hello up there?”

The alien captain— or whatever he might be— turned and stared directly at the camera they were transmitting from. Though Jim knew he couldn’t actually see them, the effect was still eerie. “Greetings. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking.”

“This is, uh,” he stammered, then look a long breath and drew himself up as confidently as possible. “This is Jim. Uh, James T. Kirk.” He winced.

“Which organization do you represent, Mr. Kirk?” the alien asked him levelly, without a hint of annoyance.

“We’re from NASA’s Department for Astrobiology and SETI. That— I mean NASA is the National Aeronautics and Space Administration of the United States of America,” he finished lamely.

“Our computers are having trouble recognizing your word ‘setty.’”

“The, uh, search for extra-terrestrial intelligence,” he squeaked.

“How fitting,” said their captain gravely. “You have found us, Mr. Kirk.”
st:tos  au  gen  civilians  firstcontact 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
the fifth kind - by sunshine_captain
Lady chooses that moment to abandon Jim. She walks right up to Spock, tail wagging, and politely waits to be petted.

Her manners have always been too good for her to jump on people. Spock pats her head experimentally, and when she woofs encouragingly he pets her properly, fingers trailing over her silver fur with evident interest.

“Fascinating,” he murmurs, bending down to get a better look at her. “Is this a canine?”

Spock makes a movement at his belt, and Jim steps forward in alarm, raising the shovel again. “What are you doing?”

“My apologies.” Spock raises his hands, showing Jim what he retrieved. “I merely wanted to scan this creature with my tricorder.”

Jim stares at the device in puzzlement and Spock explains, "It is a device that gathers and stores data."

"A computer," Jim says, understanding.

"Yes, essentially." Spock's attention shifts from Lady to Jim himself. "It would be interesting to scan you as well, Mr. Kirk."

Aware suddenly that he's shirtless, Jim flushes a little. "I don't know if that's the best idea. Look, Spock, I don't want to hang around in this field all night. I think it's best if you get back into your ship and go back to….Vulcan, did you say?"

Lady, who is still being idly petted by Spock, nuzzles against him and gives Jim what he interprets as a reproachful look.

This is utterly surreal. There's an alien standing in front of him, and he's being betrayed by his own dog.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  iowa  dogs  firstcontact 
december 2018 by runpunkrun
My Delorean Rides Warp 3.65 - by sherifflauren
“T’Mir I don’t like your friend. Her people skills are even worse than yours. Tell her to stop waving that thing in my face.”

The tall woman before him, draped in black with her dark hair upswept into a complicated knot, huffed and began tittering again.

Jim stared at T’Mir, pleading with her for some sort of aide. She looked almost amused by her colleague’s frustration; if the way her brows had arched was any indication.

He was beginning to see that the eyebrows were key, like the alien windows to the soul.

Meanwhile his antagonizer’s face was so vacant as to appear set in stone. Her eyebrows were, well maybe pissed? They appeared vehement. Had he pissed her off?

Anyway who was this ass who had stormed into the med bay like she owned it, waving her clicker or whatever in his face, and getting all pissed off over his not understanding her gibberish?

She could at least tell Jim her name.

“T’Vora,” T’Mir began tittering again, perhaps chastising her for her atrocious manners.

“Jetsam Kirk,” T’Mir spoke.

“Jim Kirk.”

“Kirk,” she said and gestured towards the tall woman, “T’Vora.”

Oh. Jim got the idea that he was supposed to humor her. ‘Play nice with my colleague Jim, she’s a bit daft.’

“Jim Kirk,” T’Vora said slowly, holding out the clicker, “tar-tor i’.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  vulcan  firstcontact  roommates  sybok 
august 2018 by runpunkrun
First Contact - by triedunture
Jim was just about to suggest a game of cards when the aliens came.

They arrived unannounced in a shower of sparks about two yards away from the porch steps. Jim's dad was on his feet in an instant, his hand gripping Jim's elbow tight. For some reason, Jim's first thought was that this was some kind of dust storm, maybe a lightning strike. Lightning worked in funny ways, he knew. But no, the light died away and left three shapes standing there in long dark robes. It wasn't a trick of the light.

Winona Kirk's cigarette sputtered in the grass, where it was dropped from her nerveless fingers. Jim watched it for a moment before shifting his attention back to the three figures standing on their lawn.

The tallest stepped forward. His hair was a shiny black helmet and his face looked like cold marble and his ears were an elves', all pointed at the high tips. "I greet you—" he said, or tried to.

"George, get Jim inside. Go, now," Jim's mom said quickly.

The stranger continued, heedless. "There is no need to be frightened."

"Too late," Jim's dad rumbled, his voice an earthquake against Jim's back. "What are you?"

"I am Sarek of Vulcan, ambassador to your planet." He bowed his regal head. "We have been preparing for this moment for quite some time, Mr. and Mrs. Kirk. This is the day we reveal ourselves to you."
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  iowa  firstcontact  meet-as-kids  whoops  bonded  pirates  bodymod  reunion  angry  mind-meld  <3 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
The Galaxy’s Oasis - by yeaka
If asked, he would argue that his actions were motivated purely by the pursuit of knowledge. There is no curiosity, no intangible gut feeling involved. With that mantra in his head, Spock risks climbing through the hatch. All of his sense are hyper-focused on his surroundings, and he’s acutely aware of the deadness within the shuttle. There aren’t even blinking lights.

But there is a figure slumped in the seat at the front, backlit by the remnants of T’Rukh through the glass-like feature.

From behind, it doesn’t look like the figure is conscious. Spock is tense anyway. He’s cautious anyway. He stands where he is, feebly repeating some form of greeting, before he finally wills himself forward. He half fears finding some horrible injury to explain the crash, or else some alien so nauseatingly different that the effect would be physically disorienting. But he meets nothing like that.

The being looks... startlingly Vulcan.

It’s a young man, Spock thinks, by the standards that he knows—one with a gentle, handsome face, and all the same features Spock would expect—one set of slightly parted, pink lips, one small, trim nose, two eyes currently closed with dark brown lashes. The first difference Spock notices is the strange roundness of his ears, utterly lacking the upper part and point that all Vulcans have. The man’s skin is a similar tone as Spock’s, perhaps a little more peach, and his messy hair is an exotic yellow-brown. The clothes he’s wearing are strange but not absurd. And then Spock notices the blood—the dark smears around a rip about his chest and the smaller, purpling bruise above his temple. The being is hurt and clearly unconscious. Perhaps he’s in a healing trance, and Spock should leave him be.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  vulcan  firstcontact  h/c  language  firsttimes  beach 
june 2018 by runpunkrun
Shibboleths - by zeitgeistic (faire_weather)
His ear was still ringing; otherwise he might’ve wondered if he was hallucinating the whole thing, because surely something this mad could not be real. Was his heart pounding faster? Was he having a panic attack? Merlin, he would be the type to have panic attacks at this stage in his life, wouldn’t he?

If surviving two Killing Curses, weathering a stillbirth, getting divorced, accidentally getting his ex-wife pregnant, and raising the subsequent child to seven hadn’t done it, then a continent would.

“If I may,” Malfoy said in his crisp tones, and they all looked to him for whatever great insight he had—he was the fucking Cultures and Casting or some other posh shit teacher after all—but what he said was, “What the actual fuck is this? It can’t be real.”

“Looks like Atlantis, nitwit,” said Millicent, without raising her eyes. “Land of our forebears and whatnot, all risen from the sea like the Neptune of bad timing.”

“When would you say is good timing for a continent to reappear, Mill?” Malfoy asked, with a minuscule degree of sincerity.
hp  harry/draco  afterthewar  hogwarts  professors  progeny  dursleys  snape  firstcontact  media  on-the-lam  muggles  declassification  squibs 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
Something Rich and Strange - by jouissant
"This isn't Cheers, Kirk," Uhura said from her perch on the bar. "And if you have a crush on this guy, you could just come out and say so."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Nyota." She made a face. "Anyway. So this guy's into physics?"

Scotty tried unsuccessfully to stifle a look of amusement before continuing. "Yeah--he's…not from around here. He's in New York working on a project. It seems like some kind of international physics think-tank, and they use the labs at the university, but it's all very hush-hush. Not sure why, or what exactly they're working on, but I know Archer knows something about it. He was my advisor before…well, you know." Scotty didn't like to talk about his erstwhile academic career.

"You said he's not from the city. Do you know where he is from? He sounds like he learned English vocabulary from a thesaurus."

"Y'know, I knew a Dutch kid once who learned English exclusively from watching action movies," mused Scotty. "His vocabulary was pretty interesting."

Uhura rolled her eyes at this. "Seriously, you guys? He's a little stilted, but that's common for non-native speakers. English is a ridiculously hard language to learn, not to mention the fact that it's almost impossible to learn regional idioms by rote. He talks like someone who hasn't had a ton of practice conversing. It's probably part of why he's so quiet." She looked at Jim pointedly. "Or maybe he just doesn't like you."

Jim snorted at that, but as the days passed, he found himself dangerously close to accepting it as a possibility. Spock seemed genuinely put out by Jim's attempts at interaction, which begged the question of why he continued them in the first place. Even Jim wasn't exactly sure. There was just something…riveting about Spock. He seemed out of place, as if someone had plucked him out of another century--somewhere in the distant past or future, Jim couldn't tell which--and plunked him down at a back booth. It was bizarre.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  nyc  civilians  undercover  firstcontact  holidays  xmas  breakup  mind-meld  on-the-lam  roadtrip 
september 2017 by runpunkrun
Spaceships, Private Jets, and Minivans: How to Start a Global Incident in 5 Minutes Flat - by Scientia_Fantasia
He stood there, petrified, and when nothing moved, he stepped closer. And then immediately stumbled backwards when a hand extended out of a hole in the wreckage. A hole that looked, now that his entire attention was focused on it, like it would be big enough to fit a person though.

Not that the thing in there was a person. Or...not wasn’t a person. The hand looked person enough, at least, but that wasn’t really helping to calm Jim down any.

He braced himself, ready to attack if need be, but it became apparent that an attack would have been overkill. The creature emerging from the wreckage was moving very slowly. The first hand extended out and grasped at the edge, trying to find somewhere to hold on, a second one appearing soon after. Thankfully, no more hands followed the second.

The creature lifted itself out carefully and haltingly, its torso appearing as it used its hands as leverage to lift itself up. Jim watched, unmoving, not really sure that he could move if he tried. It was almost human. If this were any other situation, he would have assumed that it was human. It had the same amount of limbs, was about the same size, but everything was just slightly wrong. It was just a little too long and a little too thin, and moved in a way that was just unfamiliar enough to be unnerving.

It was also glistening, kind of. Jim realized suddenly that that was probably because it had a head wound and was bleeding everywhere.

“Oh, shit,” he said, something of an automatic reaction.

The creature froze, and met eyes with him.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  iowa  firstcontact  math  language  on-the-lam  reunion  hotel/motel  roadtrip 
may 2017 by runpunkrun
Plugged In - by SakuraMinamino (ShiKahr #1)
She stared at him, looking for something. She was the calculating type, and Jim was used to such looks from her so he continued to sit there and smile. Sighing, she straightened herself and prepared him some ale and placed it in front of him.

Jim thanked her, wrapping his hand around the handle and once again marveled at the sensation of being able to feel the smooth wood finish of the mug handle, and the foam touching his upper lip as he drank.

"There is a rumor floating around about a strange NPC."

"An NPC? What's so special about it? Does it have a secret quest or something?"

Moreau shook her head, taking his mug to refill it. "He started appearing two weeks ago. He doesn't interact with other NPC's, he doesn't have a quest, and his answers to players always vary when someone approaches him, but he appears at the same time everyday for exactly 3 hours then disappears."

Jim frowned. "Is he a player?"

Again Moreau shook her head. "Player information doesn't show up. No name, no interaction options, and you never see him messing with his player menu even when he disappears. "

Jim had to admit, it was piquing his curiosity. Was it some sort of hidden event or perhaps a glitch in the system? Glitches were very rare finds in the game. Those who caught one were given quite a bit of money in compensation. "Where can I find him?"

"ShiKahr's main tavern."

He couldn't cover the wince even if he wanted to. ShiKahr was not easy to get to. The Fire Plains and The Forge were two of the most dangerous parts of the game. Out of the 10 million players, only 100,000 had succeeded into making it into the city. What made it so hard to get there was the monsters that lurked in the deserts. The AI was nothing like anyone had ever seen. The same tactic wouldn't work more than a handful of times if other monsters were close enough to witness it. They learned, and they guarded the city. Getting in alone was practically unheard of.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  vulcan  vsa  mccoy  virtualreality  games  sehlats  amanda  t'pring  angry  iowa  dragons  death  bonded  firstcontact 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
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december 2016 by roneo
we have not touched the stars - prouvairing - Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
Sometimes they’ll also ask him why he hasn’t gone out and chased his soulbond yet.

Jim will point to the sky, and say, “The moon’s always there, babe. Don’t need to go chasin’ after her.”

It is January, year 2063. Humanity has quietly achieved interstellar travel, and Jim Kirk’s soulbond stretches into the stars.
st:aos  au  bond  iowa  kirk/spock  jamestkirk  spock  leonardmccoy  joannamccoy  length-short  firstcontact  firstmeeting  prouvairing 
november 2016 by ratcreature
In Your Eyes - by alienated-alien
It had surprised everyone, but even though Jim had grown up surrounded by Vulcans, he had never stopped behaving like the Human he was. Spock assumed it had to do with his Mother's influence and the fact, that Jim was simply unable to claim reign over his emotions. However, whenever they would visit Shi'kahr, Jim would fall silent, his face blank and the hood of his robe, which was used to keep his delicate human skin from getting burned in Vulcan's harsh sun, would cast a deep shadow over his fine features.

In the past years, his Father's program had been accepted by the Council and Jim received citizenship to Vulcan. They refused to let him attend any kind of school though, reasoning their decision with the fact that Jim was simply not Vulcan and therefore not able to follow their teachings. Spock had tried to argue against this decision, but his Father had told him to accept it. It left Jim's education in the hands of Spock's Mother. Spock himself, who was more than willing to teach Jim everything he learned and deemed necessary to know, did so on every occasion he could, using this as a silent way to defy his Father and the Council.

Spock felt his eyes drop down to linger on Jim's dirty hands, watching how they gripped the pestle tightly. Without truly thinking about his actions, he reached out to drag his forefinger down Jim's knuckles.

Jim lifted his head, blinking twice, before smiling. "Aw, I love you, too, Spock."

Spock felt his ears flush. Jim laughed and leaned his head against his shoulder. "You're so funny when you're flustered. What was that about?"

He was reluctant to answer because of the simple reason that he did not know why he did what he just did. It was... disconcerting to say the least. "I am not sure."
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  firstcontact  vulcan  meet-as-kids  fuckordie  bonded  breakup  grief  mind-meld 
october 2016 by runpunkrun

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