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fatima1. The ficlet is based on the premise that K&S have a pair of biological sons. Don't ask me to explain it. I will cite alien stuff. It's not mpreg though.
2. I blame Rin (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nashaya_rin) for this. So hard.
3. This will probably be a series of drabbles, ficlets, and if I'm ever studious enough, fics. God help me. The first one is written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kirk_spock100.
4. Did I mention that I blame Rin for this?
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Current installations:
File 001: Felicity
File 002: Art of Negotiation
File 003: Dr. Leonard McCoy, Babysitter (*)
File 004: For Love and Chocolate
File 005: Lost in Translation
File 006: Four
File 007: Love is War
File 008: The Chair
File 009: Swim
File 010: Stolen Kisses Require an Accomplice
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Files No.001: Felicity
by Renata Lord (snowlight)
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"Father, what does the word felicity mean? Sivak's book says that it's 'akin to joy, but in a constant state'. That explanation is all weird."
The child raised his head from the thick "A Complete Dictionary of Human Emotions", his frowning face a perfect exhibit for the emotion known as confusion. Unfortunately, as logic doesn't do much to explain emotions, his genius father was momentarily at a loss.
With great timing, in sauntered the captain looking like a million credits.
"Just checking on you two," Jim Kirk tussled the child's dark hair as he gave a quick peck to Spock. "Gotta go. Report at 0800 Mr. Spock. And Romy, behave yourself!"
"Ok, I won't~~~" the child saw his other father off with a cheerfulness that was entirely un-Vulcan. "Bye-bye Daddy~~~"
"What you felt just now would suffice as an example of that emotional state, I believe," and with that, Spock put the data pad down on the desk, beckoning his son over. "Now come here please. Your hair is quite out of place."
2. I blame Rin (
nashaya_rin) for this. So hard.3. This will probably be a series of drabbles, ficlets, and if I'm ever studious enough, fics. God help me. The first one is written for
kirk_spock100.4. Did I mention that I blame Rin for this?
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Current installations:
File 001: Felicity
File 002: Art of Negotiation
File 003: Dr. Leonard McCoy, Babysitter (*)
File 004: For Love and Chocolate
File 005: Lost in Translation
File 006: Four
File 007: Love is War
File 008: The Chair
File 009: Swim
File 010: Stolen Kisses Require an Accomplice
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Files No.001: Felicity
by Renata Lord (
snowlight)*
"Father, what does the word felicity mean? Sivak's book says that it's 'akin to joy, but in a constant state'. That explanation is all weird."
The child raised his head from the thick "A Complete Dictionary of Human Emotions", his frowning face a perfect exhibit for the emotion known as confusion. Unfortunately, as logic doesn't do much to explain emotions, his genius father was momentarily at a loss.
With great timing, in sauntered the captain looking like a million credits.
"Just checking on you two," Jim Kirk tussled the child's dark hair as he gave a quick peck to Spock. "Gotta go. Report at 0800 Mr. Spock. And Romy, behave yourself!"
"Ok, I won't~~~" the child saw his other father off with a cheerfulness that was entirely un-Vulcan. "Bye-bye Daddy~~~"
"What you felt just now would suffice as an example of that emotional state, I believe," and with that, Spock put the data pad down on the desk, beckoning his son over. "Now come here please. Your hair is quite out of place."
