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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. This will probably be a series of drabbles, ficlets, and if I'm ever studious enough, fics. For a list of the parts written so far, see File 001.
Files No.004: For Love and Chocolate
by Renata Lord (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowlight)
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Sivak sat on the interrogation stool and waited patiently. It was an unusual position for him—usually he would be on the side reading a book while Romy got what was coming to him.
The father was also clearly unused to this situation, but gave it his best shot.
"Sivak, you know the rules."
"Yes, captain."
"Don't call me that."
"Okay. Jim."
Jim Kirk resisted his son's attempt to derail the topic: "You and Romy are not supposed to buy junk food with your allowance money."
Sivak nodded. "We did not. The chocolate bars in our possession were freely given to us by the crew of this ship."
"And why did they give you candy out of the blue? Your birthdays aren't for another forty-odd days. Do I need to cite you two for exhortion and blackmail?"
There was a long pause, but faced with what Jim hoped to be the Awesome Razors of Doom Look, the child eventually relented: "They think it's amusing to see me intoxicated due to chocolate. And in the case of Dr. McCoy, I suspect he uses it as a sedative."
Jim frowned. Vulcan disposition and affinity notwithstanding, Sivak wasn't allergic to chocolate like his other father was. Spock would have told him otherwise. He glared at the child who was sitting on the stool most serenely, as if challenging him to solve the puzzle on his own.
Then he remembered that this morning he'd seen Romy dragging Sivak around the observation center, greeting people cheerfully along the way. What made this different from the everyday fare was how Sivak looked half-asleep. Because he knew that his apparently Vulcan son inherited a devilish streak from him, and because he knew exactly what a nine-year-old Jim Kirk was capable of, realization soon dawned.
"You made people believe that like Spock, you get drunk on chocolate," he grinned triumphantly with the trademark "ha! gotcha" look in his eyes. "You lied."
Sivak actually looked impressed this time. "No, father. I implied."
Jim gave a startled chuckle and walked over to the stool. He lifted his son up and sat down himself, putting the child into his laps. "I want to know your motivation. You hate sweets. Last time you wouldn't even eat your own birthday cake."
"That is correct. However, you forget that Romy likes them, and he doesn't...imply nearly as well as I do."
"Yeah, thank God he doesn't," Jim sighed and gave a swift bonk to Sivak's head. The child made no protest. Damn thick Vulcan skull.
"Listen buddy. This is what we are going to do for your punishment. Half of all your future chocolates go to me, you got that?"
"But you don't like sweets. Romy likes them."
"Well, yeah, whoever said I was getting them for myself?"
*
Finis
2. This will probably be a series of drabbles, ficlets, and if I'm ever studious enough, fics. For a list of the parts written so far, see File 001.
Files No.004: For Love and Chocolate
by Renata Lord (
snowlight)*
Sivak sat on the interrogation stool and waited patiently. It was an unusual position for him—usually he would be on the side reading a book while Romy got what was coming to him.
The father was also clearly unused to this situation, but gave it his best shot.
"Sivak, you know the rules."
"Yes, captain."
"Don't call me that."
"Okay. Jim."
Jim Kirk resisted his son's attempt to derail the topic: "You and Romy are not supposed to buy junk food with your allowance money."
Sivak nodded. "We did not. The chocolate bars in our possession were freely given to us by the crew of this ship."
"And why did they give you candy out of the blue? Your birthdays aren't for another forty-odd days. Do I need to cite you two for exhortion and blackmail?"
There was a long pause, but faced with what Jim hoped to be the Awesome Razors of Doom Look, the child eventually relented: "They think it's amusing to see me intoxicated due to chocolate. And in the case of Dr. McCoy, I suspect he uses it as a sedative."
Jim frowned. Vulcan disposition and affinity notwithstanding, Sivak wasn't allergic to chocolate like his other father was. Spock would have told him otherwise. He glared at the child who was sitting on the stool most serenely, as if challenging him to solve the puzzle on his own.
Then he remembered that this morning he'd seen Romy dragging Sivak around the observation center, greeting people cheerfully along the way. What made this different from the everyday fare was how Sivak looked half-asleep. Because he knew that his apparently Vulcan son inherited a devilish streak from him, and because he knew exactly what a nine-year-old Jim Kirk was capable of, realization soon dawned.
"You made people believe that like Spock, you get drunk on chocolate," he grinned triumphantly with the trademark "ha! gotcha" look in his eyes. "You lied."
Sivak actually looked impressed this time. "No, father. I implied."
Jim gave a startled chuckle and walked over to the stool. He lifted his son up and sat down himself, putting the child into his laps. "I want to know your motivation. You hate sweets. Last time you wouldn't even eat your own birthday cake."
"That is correct. However, you forget that Romy likes them, and he doesn't...imply nearly as well as I do."
"Yeah, thank God he doesn't," Jim sighed and gave a swift bonk to Sivak's head. The child made no protest. Damn thick Vulcan skull.
"Listen buddy. This is what we are going to do for your punishment. Half of all your future chocolates go to me, you got that?"
"But you don't like sweets. Romy likes them."
"Well, yeah, whoever said I was getting them for myself?"
*
Finis
