I’ve started a new Star Trek story: The Guardian of Hearts
Premise: Since Spock Prime was the one who located the planet for the new Vulcan colony, (because it stands to reason that he has visited a few in his journeys) he has selected one well known to him and which comes with a few “interesting elements” he means to take full advantage of, namely: The Guardian.
It is one year later after the events with Oren (Nero), and the Enterprise has been invited to take part in the official memorial ceremonies on the new Vulcan home world. However, Nyota Uhura, before she can take the next logical step with her Spock sets out to put herself in the path of Spock Prime. She has doubts and questions and she needs answers that Spock Secundus can not provide.
The two of them band together and with the Guardian’s help and with the unwitting help of Uhura Prime, perhaps more than one wrong can be righted.
Before you all ask, yes, I will finish and post the last of So Pleasing a Thing before this starts. I can not shake this new story. It has been rattling around in my head for several days now and it woke me up out of a dead sleep on more than one occasion.
This story will also have its roots in the original series and the novelization version of ST:2009 (parts of it that are not generally known if you have only seen the film) In the book, Nero’s real name is Oren and the Enterprise crew all knew about Spoke Prime even before Spock Secundus did; so Spock Prime is not a secret and they are all well aware of his existence.
I haven’t decided where I will post it yet; I’m “thinking” about FF.net, but have not made up my mind. We shall see. But I do know one thing, it will be posted in it’s entirety; no more of this installment stuff – I can’t write like that very efficiently as you all have seen.
ETA: Preview of the prologue after the jump…
The Guardian of Hearts
“By my calculations, you have watched this program exactly forty times. That is once a week for the last ten months and fourteen days. This viewing will make that total forty-one.”
“Spock, sometimes I think you haven’t a romantic bone in your body. I’m really not in the mood for your calculations or your complaints tonight.”
Nyota Uhura removed the data chip from the box and carefully inserted it into the viewer. If she wanted to watch Pride and Prejudice everyday for a year it was her business. At this moment Spock could go and meditate for an entire century for all she cared. She flopped down on her bed and bunched her pillow up under her chin.
“It is not complaining; I am merely stating a fact. We both have to be back on duty at 0800 hours. That gives us exactly twelve hours to spend together; I refuse to sit for five of those hours watching human males ride around on the back of horses attired in wet shirts.”
“Hmmm?” she mumbled distractedly, her eyes already focused on the actor playing Fitzwilliam Darcy riding across an open field with his friend, Mr. Bingley, in hot pursuit. “That’s nice sweetie,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand that Spock interpreted as a way to either shut him up or get him out of her quarters. “I’d like some popcorn, too.”
Spock raised an eyebrow and turned to the door, when it made its customary “whoosh” sound Uhura spun around. “Spock,” she cried, “wait a minute; you’re leaving?”
“I know that I am leaving, Nyota. Clearly you have other activities that take precedent as well as all of your attention.”
“But I thought you were going to watch this with me?”
“If I gave you that impression you are sadly mistaken.”
“Why are you so angry?”
“I am a Vulcan; I always endeavor to avoid anger.”
I am not angry!”
“OK, you’re displeased, then.”
“Your behavior and devotion to this particular choice of viewing material is highly illogical. If, after a time, you feel that you can pull your attention away, I will be in the recreation room playing three dimensional chess.”
“Well, at least come back and give me a kiss before you leave.”
Spock stood still for a moment, debating with himself before complying; Nyota always asked him to do the most unconventional things.
“Computer, on mute,” she said while scooting to the edge of her bed. Nyota then rose up to her knees and received a quick, perfunctory kiss on the lips. However, before he could get away from her, she got him around the neck and pulled him down into a hug, making cooing noises into his ear while nuzzling her cheek against his neck.
Spock permitted her to engage in this form of human contact when he was in her arms; he had always found such activities pleasurable and Nyota did derive a great deal of satisfaction from it for some reason. And yet, after thirty seconds, the cooing noises had ceased and her body had grown oddly still.
“You are watching it again, aren’t you?” he asked.
Like I told someone last week, I am really into dialogue driven stories. When I write, I put all the speeches down first, then go back in with all the “stage direction”.
Oh, and in case you can not tell from this sneek peak, the activiy takes place on board the Enterprise after it has completed its first year in space.