By James T. Kirk
Spock,
It was great to get your letter. Thanks for writing
even though I told you
not to bother. For a while I thought you thought I
meant that! HaHa.
Thanks for the picture. You look fine. Nice suit.
You and Anne look great
together. She sure looks happy. How do you like
California? Go to the
ocean much? Of course you do...you've got a kid, you
have to go. You have
to take him to the woods too. And get the kid a dog.
A kid like that needs
a dog.
I'm sorry, I forgot the boy's name. Does the he call
you Father or Dad or
Pops or Mr. Spock or Spock or what? I forgot to ask
before, but you know,
there was a lot going on! He sure seemed impressed by
you when I met him at
the wedding. Boy, that's something to talk about at
show and tell -
"My Stepdad's a Vulcan". Cute kid. Reminds
me of me at that age
a little. What a lucky kid! I wish I'd had you for a
Daddy at that age.
Actually, no, because you are only 3 years older than
me. You would have
made a pretty squatty little Dad! Bet you could have
handled me better than
my parents did even then. HaHa.
Your parents finally can breathe again. How does
Amanda like your instant
family? Gotta hand it to you: you found a way to make
her a grandma after
all. Bet she's ecstatic about that, and about Anne,
and about you with your
own home on Terran soil and your own business. Wow.
How's that working out with all your Vulcan relatives
buying up suburban
homes all around you? That must be flattering on one
level for you, but
it's not exactly what you had in mind, is it?
You can't imagine how different the Enterprise feels
without you around.
We're not exactly sloppy now but we have definitely
slumped. You had a way
of influencing everybody to do a little extra, now
people seem to be looking
for new excuses to knock off a little early.
Sometimes I force the issue
and knock them off myself. I finally got a belly full
of the
Gormer/Masaca/Brighton drama and transferred them all
off - in 3 different
directions! You remember what a mess. Well, after my
inspiring little
lecture last November it only got worse. I thought
women were supposed to
be the gentle sex! Boy, when Lesbians break up, they
don't fool around!
Probably the real reason you see so few of them is few
survive their first
affair.
Bruscard and Hwang got married. I performed the
ceremony myself. Nothing
to it. I was a little nervous after what happened the
first time, but I'm
not superstitious, I just learn from experience. This
time I insisted they
wait until we were in orbit around a nice, safe,
boring little planet first.
They appreciated it. Bruscard's been offered an
administrative position
with HQ, so they are leaving soon too. The Enterprise
is starting to seem
like Noah's Ark thrown into reverse. Two by two
(sometimes three) everyone
is leaving me.
Scotty and I were really missing your magic touch
recently, but we handled
it. Scott's a wonder worker, as you know. One solid
individual. You didn't
think any of the others would miss you but you are
wrong. Scott misses you
frequently. Uhura asks for news of your doings, and
she's not just being
polite, she's really interested. When I told her you
had retired from Fleet
service and had gone into private business, she was
shocked (of course) but
honestly happy for you. She agrees with me that you
are going to be a
billionaire.
You can't lose. You have got so much going for you
it's just plain not
fair. Boy, if I wasn't so eager to cheer your
victories over your
competitors I might even feel sorry for them. Those
poor saps! They'll
never know what hit them!
I should know. Look at me. I'm still reeling, and
I'm the one that wanted
this.
I should know. I've seen you at work. Anne should
know too, how ruthless
you can be, but I couldn't bring myself to pity her
enough to warn her
Who am I kidding? I am not going to send this insipid
letter. I'm also not
going to send you what I wish I could send you, my
still beating heart in a
little box full of tissue paper. Can't give what you
don't have, and I
don't have a heart anymore because you RIPPED IT OUT
AND TOOK IT WITH YOU.
You've already got the best I ever could give anybody.
What more can I do?
What do you give the man who has everything? Nothing,
that's what. You
just get out of his way so he can go ahead and do
things that do not include
you. But I'm not bitter!
Yes I am. I'm bitter.
Spock, I don't blame you. I love you. I love you so
damn much I'm afraid
I'm going crazy. I wish I would go crazy. If I could
just lose it and be
completely out of my head that would be such a relief
but the demons of my
personal hell apparently have more refined tortures in
mind for me. I'm
supposed to stay sane, and remember and understand
everything, and I'm never
going to forget you and I'm never going to forgive
myself for the way I
screwed everything up.
I blame myself. I do. I understand what happened,
now. I understand
everything. More now than ever I understand you are
the greatest thing that
ever happened to me and I should feel grateful I had a
chance with you at
all. I thought I knew what I was doing, I really did.
I was an idiot.
God, I miss you. I just plain miss you. I told you,
before I left you
there with your new life that I was going to forget
you and I expected you
to forget me too, but I don't mind admitting I was
wrong about that. That
was wrong! I wish I could take those words back - I
do! I eat every one of
them. I'll never forget you. Never. Never. I can't
even put you out of
my mind for a minute. Your spirit haunts me. You
come to me in my dreams,
and I have to ask ~is that you~? Are you doing that
on purpose!? I
wouldn't put it past you.
I lied. I don't want you to forget me. I want you to
remember me and all
we've been to each other. Ha! I want you to come to
your senses and dump
that bitch and call me from Benecia and tell me to get
off my god-damned
high horse and relinquish my command and do what you
did - Fuck 'em! Chuck
it all and come live with you! Oh, yeah! That'll
happen!
In my dreams I'd do it, but we don't live in dreams.
You know what would
happen to our shiny little place in history if we
pulled a stunt like that.
I didn't go through all of this just to become a
laughingstock. BUT WHAT
DID I DO IT FOR SPOCK!? I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE ANSWER
IS ANYMORE.
I used to have other reasons before you, real good
ones! But since you, my
reason is you. Now that I don't have you, I have no
reasons that make any
sense. I'm just going through the motions,
repetitively, like a machine,
except machines don't feel pain, and I do. It's all
I've got anymore. That,
and the increasingly shaky idea that we did the right
thing.
I wanted you to be happy, are you? That was the idea.
All this sacrifice
was for you, IS for you. I wanted what's best for
you, I didn't care about
myself. I exist for you. I ache for you. I want you
here right now. I
know it's impossible and it doesn't do any good to
dwell on it, but my
memories of you are sweetest things in my mind, and
it's like not eating
cookies when they are on a plate right in front of me.
Even though it's
killing me I'm sitting here wishing you were here and
remembering your kiss,
your strong arms, your beautiful cock. I know you are
the same way about
me. I know you are missing me and kicking yourself
for losing me, and
wishing I was there with you.
I know you that well. I do! Why else did you even
write to me!? I really
should send this fucking letter and dare you to read
it.
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