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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.005: Lost in Translation
by Renata Lord (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowlight)
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Little known fact: during his Starfleet Academy days, Jim Kirk was the treasurer of the campus Xenolinguistics Club. He joined the club mostly to hit on a gorgeous girl who wouldn't tell him her first name, but in time he proved himself to be, as people say, quite talented when it came to tongues.
So it kind of bothered him that his kids could blabber all day in fluent Vulcan but he couldn't, especially when the little devils would talk in the language in his presence. It was an act of open conspiracy, on his ship. Damn Spock and his Vulcan culture preservation plans.
Jim once blamed Spock for not teaching him. Spock politely reminded him that the last time he tried to talk Vulcan after taking lessons from Spock, Sarek's guards almost used the nerve pinch on him. That was the end of that.
Of course, the great Captain Kirk did not believe in inevitable defeat. Whenever he picked up a new Vulcan word or phrase from being around two very talkative kids (or a very talkative Romy, at least), he would brandish the term in front of Spock like the minor victory that it was. Today's term was, apparently, "oylasu".
"That's another way to say 'father', isn't it?" he grinned widely, eyes all lit up.
Spock almost frowned. "Captain, I conjecture that you learned this word from the children."
"Yeah! They thought I was napping, but I heard every word they said. Whenever they said 'oylasu', they kept turning over to look at me."
"I see," Spock said, already walking away briskly. He needed to convey to his sons that it was most inappropriate for them to refer to one of their fathers as "the guy who drools a lot".
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.005: Lost in Translation
by Renata Lord (
snowlight)*
Little known fact: during his Starfleet Academy days, Jim Kirk was the treasurer of the campus Xenolinguistics Club. He joined the club mostly to hit on a gorgeous girl who wouldn't tell him her first name, but in time he proved himself to be, as people say, quite talented when it came to tongues.
So it kind of bothered him that his kids could blabber all day in fluent Vulcan but he couldn't, especially when the little devils would talk in the language in his presence. It was an act of open conspiracy, on his ship. Damn Spock and his Vulcan culture preservation plans.
Jim once blamed Spock for not teaching him. Spock politely reminded him that the last time he tried to talk Vulcan after taking lessons from Spock, Sarek's guards almost used the nerve pinch on him. That was the end of that.
Of course, the great Captain Kirk did not believe in inevitable defeat. Whenever he picked up a new Vulcan word or phrase from being around two very talkative kids (or a very talkative Romy, at least), he would brandish the term in front of Spock like the minor victory that it was. Today's term was, apparently, "oylasu".
"That's another way to say 'father', isn't it?" he grinned widely, eyes all lit up.
Spock almost frowned. "Captain, I conjecture that you learned this word from the children."
"Yeah! They thought I was napping, but I heard every word they said. Whenever they said 'oylasu', they kept turning over to look at me."
"I see," Spock said, already walking away briskly. He needed to convey to his sons that it was most inappropriate for them to refer to one of their fathers as "the guy who drools a lot".
