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smartass_captainYorktown, Starfleet Base.
For the surviving crew of the former USS Enterprise this fragile snowglobe softly spinning out in the black this station transformed from an objective to be protected into a home for the last year. The unexpected break in the crew's five year mission has been a relief for some and an agonizing wait for others. For one man currently weaving through a steady stream of foot traffic for an 'afternoon' commute carrying a dress uniform hat underneath his arm it's been a bit of both columns. He skips the last step outside the Starfleet Command building and offers a distracted but friendly smile toward everyone who greets him.
There's no time for idle chatter today. Especially not with the Tellarite lieutenant who looks as likely to chomp her own tusks in twain if she doesn't get to argue with her commanding officer right this second. It's her way of saying hello but honestly there just isn't the time for it right now. A casual trading of friendly barbs gets him through the entryway without fuss. He keeps a brisk pace through the halls, deflects a rather direct compliment about his dress uniform in record time as he heads for the third floor of the building. Taking the stairs is quicker than waiting for a lift. Crucially, it's also easier to dodge people who would want to chat. An unmarked door at the end of the hall hisses open with his credentials and every head inside turns his way.
"Bones--! You found it! Where..?" Captain James Tiberius Kirk has never been this jittery in all the years Leonard has known him, though he seems to relax incrementally with his best friend once more at his side. Leonard stifles the urge to roll his eyes and huffs the softest of chuckles instead before holding out the hat for Jim to take. The CMO can count on one hand how many times Jim's been in his dress uniform, even fewer times that they both have at the same time.
"Never mind that right now, Jim. You look two seconds away from vibrating right outta yer damn skin. Y'never even brought it to the office. It was in your apartment." Frankly the fact that Leonard H. McCoy is here and not out of breath is damn impressive so far as the good doctor is concerned. He really isn't appreciated nearly enough. Today though, he thinks Jim can be forgiven for it.
"I did advise that you check there first before coming here, Jim." The captain's first in command tuts softly but Bones is convinced there's a quirk of a smile playing at Spock's own blank features as well. None of them are all that accustomed to dealing with Jim like this and it's honestly as much endearing as it is frustrating. Of course, the latter is all either of them will admit to later unless it's to tell on the other. Well, Bones will admit to it. Spock will insist that is the appropriate emotion if Vulcans had them. Which they do not.
"Yeah--I just, I know. Do you know where I put--" Jim's dragging his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time in the last hour. Though Spock is quick to pull his hand away and fix it before tugging the captain's hat on to stop him from fussing with it.
"Right here. Admiral Beckett is waiting."
"To hell with the Admiral, he's keeping Felix waiting."
Bones none too gently nudges Jim toward the door. He and Spock trail behind while they continue on up the hallway and around the corner until the corridor opens up into a quiet lobby with floor to ceiling windows staring out at the entirety of the base below (and above) them. But most importantly, to the outline of the Enterprise-A barely visible from this height in the docking bay below the reflecting pools just outside the building. Two dark haired men stand at the window, one of them pointing out various landmarks while the taller of the two nods with an absent pause between the words murmured into his ear and his reply.
Yorktown is a lot to take in for anyone, but especially for someone who has never before stepped foot on another world. Even the ship and its shape is only the vaguest bits familiar to Stratos Caelus from pictures he's had shared with him. His short time seeing the Enterprise was from within after all. At the time he was more interested in all the space just beyond the hull. Perhaps it's a blessing that space cannot be so easily glimpsed from beyond the artificial sky of Yorktown because this is truly a harrowing culture shock to his system already. He stands in a perfect disguise with all of the same military bearing as the Starfleet officers they've walked by getting up here because it is much easier to close himself off and exist in an overwhelmed fog than it is to try and take it all in right now.
There will be time for questions later.
"Captain Kirk!" The admiral claps a faux leather folder shut at the officer's approach and it's enough to drag Stratos and his brother's attention from the window finally. Stratos doesn't stifle his grin at how sharply Felix turns either. Neither of them even noticed the footsteps approaching, though Jim and his two head officers weren't exactly being quiet. His baby brother in an Earth made suit and tie facing the man they've already told their father would be joining their family.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Admiral." Jim nearly doesn't tear his gaze away from Felix in time to turn that statement toward Beckett. Compared to the man who looks like he's waltzed his way off of a fashion cover, Admiral Beckett is rather much more ordinary. He's a heavier set dark skinned man who could have been broader and more solid than Stratos once before all that muscle softened up with age and a promotion that kept one away from action. Jim closes the distance between them and offers a salute before taking the man's hand in a shake instead once formalities have been dealt with. "I really appreciate you taking time out of your day like this."
"Nonsense, Kirk. It's an honor to be presiding. Your fiancé expressed how important this was to be kept quiet and unassuming until you could have a proper ceremony back home. Your situation being what it is, I think this is probably the easiest course of legal action. I've got the paperwork here. Your IDs checked out, obviously. All that's needed is a signature from each of you with your witnesses present." Beckett opens the folder again and gestures to all of them to gather over at one of the small tables near the windows.
"Your Admiral was telling me all about the proper Starfleet traditions a normal fleet ceremony would have, you know." Felix leans over and nudges Jim in the arm with his elbow before his words fail him at the table. Laid out bare next to Jim's own Identification is his own, each of them with the stamp of clearance resting atop the data in plain ink. His own new life as officially recognized as Jim's own. The marriage licence itself is such a simple thing compared to that but the weight the single document carries...
"What, you want the flags and the saluting and all that pomp and circumstance?" A chuckle escapes Jim slowly without him seeming to realize it's fleeing him in a breathless titter. "Captain James Tiberius Kirk strutted around like a country hen in his gear while you're forced to watch entirely too much tradition and ceremony that has nothing to do with the wedding?"
He nearly drops the pen then, but Spock deftly catches it before it can roll off the table and hands it back to Jim without a word. Leonard nods toward his best friend. Best get on with it.
"Oh gods no. I'd be bored to tears. No offense, Admiral." And Beckett's laugh relaxes the hand Stratos placed on Felix's shoulder for a moment.
"None taken, none taken! If you're marrying Kirk, I already know you're not one to stand on airs and rest on the way things have always been done." He offers then both a warm smile for a sight he certainly never thought he'd get to see. There's always been rumors about Jim Kirk but anyone in command who knows him has known for years the only thing he loves is the job. Not even a love for the endless black can stop a man from seeking company forever.
He looks so much like George Kirk in this moment, all of twenty-four when he married now-Commodore Winona Kirk in their own dress uniforms fresh out of the Academy together. The same glowing smile lighting up the same starlight blue eyes when he passes the pen over to Felix and murmurs something that makes all of them laugh standing around the table. Admiral Beckett takes off his hat and bows his head. George Kirk never got to see his younger son but here he stands with his captain's braids swearing his life to someone with the same fervency George once showed in Jim's mother.
"Is there anything else needed...?" Jim's first officer clasps his hands behind his back and turns a serene face toward the Admiral. A look the man who must be Felix's next of kin meets as he holds back from asking much the same thing if the Admiral had to guess.
"I suppose we ought to let the captain kiss his husband shouldn't we?"
Bones drops a heavy sigh and a groan before the suggestion's even done. As charming of a suggestion as that is, those two do not need any encouragement. He's about to say as much before Spock catches his gaze and shakes his head.
Jim leads Felix away from the table until they're next to the windows. His left hand inches up Felix's neck, fingertips tracing the line of Felix's jaw with reverent softness. With his right hand he slips off his hat as he leans forward and presses the softest of kisses onto his husband. Murmurs the only two words that seem at all appropriate against the mage's lips.
"Welcome home."
For the surviving crew of the former USS Enterprise this fragile snowglobe softly spinning out in the black this station transformed from an objective to be protected into a home for the last year. The unexpected break in the crew's five year mission has been a relief for some and an agonizing wait for others. For one man currently weaving through a steady stream of foot traffic for an 'afternoon' commute carrying a dress uniform hat underneath his arm it's been a bit of both columns. He skips the last step outside the Starfleet Command building and offers a distracted but friendly smile toward everyone who greets him.
There's no time for idle chatter today. Especially not with the Tellarite lieutenant who looks as likely to chomp her own tusks in twain if she doesn't get to argue with her commanding officer right this second. It's her way of saying hello but honestly there just isn't the time for it right now. A casual trading of friendly barbs gets him through the entryway without fuss. He keeps a brisk pace through the halls, deflects a rather direct compliment about his dress uniform in record time as he heads for the third floor of the building. Taking the stairs is quicker than waiting for a lift. Crucially, it's also easier to dodge people who would want to chat. An unmarked door at the end of the hall hisses open with his credentials and every head inside turns his way.
"Bones--! You found it! Where..?" Captain James Tiberius Kirk has never been this jittery in all the years Leonard has known him, though he seems to relax incrementally with his best friend once more at his side. Leonard stifles the urge to roll his eyes and huffs the softest of chuckles instead before holding out the hat for Jim to take. The CMO can count on one hand how many times Jim's been in his dress uniform, even fewer times that they both have at the same time.
"Never mind that right now, Jim. You look two seconds away from vibrating right outta yer damn skin. Y'never even brought it to the office. It was in your apartment." Frankly the fact that Leonard H. McCoy is here and not out of breath is damn impressive so far as the good doctor is concerned. He really isn't appreciated nearly enough. Today though, he thinks Jim can be forgiven for it.
"I did advise that you check there first before coming here, Jim." The captain's first in command tuts softly but Bones is convinced there's a quirk of a smile playing at Spock's own blank features as well. None of them are all that accustomed to dealing with Jim like this and it's honestly as much endearing as it is frustrating. Of course, the latter is all either of them will admit to later unless it's to tell on the other. Well, Bones will admit to it. Spock will insist that is the appropriate emotion if Vulcans had them. Which they do not.
"Yeah--I just, I know. Do you know where I put--" Jim's dragging his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time in the last hour. Though Spock is quick to pull his hand away and fix it before tugging the captain's hat on to stop him from fussing with it.
"Right here. Admiral Beckett is waiting."
"To hell with the Admiral, he's keeping Felix waiting."
Bones none too gently nudges Jim toward the door. He and Spock trail behind while they continue on up the hallway and around the corner until the corridor opens up into a quiet lobby with floor to ceiling windows staring out at the entirety of the base below (and above) them. But most importantly, to the outline of the Enterprise-A barely visible from this height in the docking bay below the reflecting pools just outside the building. Two dark haired men stand at the window, one of them pointing out various landmarks while the taller of the two nods with an absent pause between the words murmured into his ear and his reply.
Yorktown is a lot to take in for anyone, but especially for someone who has never before stepped foot on another world. Even the ship and its shape is only the vaguest bits familiar to Stratos Caelus from pictures he's had shared with him. His short time seeing the Enterprise was from within after all. At the time he was more interested in all the space just beyond the hull. Perhaps it's a blessing that space cannot be so easily glimpsed from beyond the artificial sky of Yorktown because this is truly a harrowing culture shock to his system already. He stands in a perfect disguise with all of the same military bearing as the Starfleet officers they've walked by getting up here because it is much easier to close himself off and exist in an overwhelmed fog than it is to try and take it all in right now.
There will be time for questions later.
"Captain Kirk!" The admiral claps a faux leather folder shut at the officer's approach and it's enough to drag Stratos and his brother's attention from the window finally. Stratos doesn't stifle his grin at how sharply Felix turns either. Neither of them even noticed the footsteps approaching, though Jim and his two head officers weren't exactly being quiet. His baby brother in an Earth made suit and tie facing the man they've already told their father would be joining their family.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Admiral." Jim nearly doesn't tear his gaze away from Felix in time to turn that statement toward Beckett. Compared to the man who looks like he's waltzed his way off of a fashion cover, Admiral Beckett is rather much more ordinary. He's a heavier set dark skinned man who could have been broader and more solid than Stratos once before all that muscle softened up with age and a promotion that kept one away from action. Jim closes the distance between them and offers a salute before taking the man's hand in a shake instead once formalities have been dealt with. "I really appreciate you taking time out of your day like this."
"Nonsense, Kirk. It's an honor to be presiding. Your fiancé expressed how important this was to be kept quiet and unassuming until you could have a proper ceremony back home. Your situation being what it is, I think this is probably the easiest course of legal action. I've got the paperwork here. Your IDs checked out, obviously. All that's needed is a signature from each of you with your witnesses present." Beckett opens the folder again and gestures to all of them to gather over at one of the small tables near the windows.
"Your Admiral was telling me all about the proper Starfleet traditions a normal fleet ceremony would have, you know." Felix leans over and nudges Jim in the arm with his elbow before his words fail him at the table. Laid out bare next to Jim's own Identification is his own, each of them with the stamp of clearance resting atop the data in plain ink. His own new life as officially recognized as Jim's own. The marriage licence itself is such a simple thing compared to that but the weight the single document carries...
"What, you want the flags and the saluting and all that pomp and circumstance?" A chuckle escapes Jim slowly without him seeming to realize it's fleeing him in a breathless titter. "Captain James Tiberius Kirk strutted around like a country hen in his gear while you're forced to watch entirely too much tradition and ceremony that has nothing to do with the wedding?"
He nearly drops the pen then, but Spock deftly catches it before it can roll off the table and hands it back to Jim without a word. Leonard nods toward his best friend. Best get on with it.
"Oh gods no. I'd be bored to tears. No offense, Admiral." And Beckett's laugh relaxes the hand Stratos placed on Felix's shoulder for a moment.
"None taken, none taken! If you're marrying Kirk, I already know you're not one to stand on airs and rest on the way things have always been done." He offers then both a warm smile for a sight he certainly never thought he'd get to see. There's always been rumors about Jim Kirk but anyone in command who knows him has known for years the only thing he loves is the job. Not even a love for the endless black can stop a man from seeking company forever.
He looks so much like George Kirk in this moment, all of twenty-four when he married now-Commodore Winona Kirk in their own dress uniforms fresh out of the Academy together. The same glowing smile lighting up the same starlight blue eyes when he passes the pen over to Felix and murmurs something that makes all of them laugh standing around the table. Admiral Beckett takes off his hat and bows his head. George Kirk never got to see his younger son but here he stands with his captain's braids swearing his life to someone with the same fervency George once showed in Jim's mother.
"Is there anything else needed...?" Jim's first officer clasps his hands behind his back and turns a serene face toward the Admiral. A look the man who must be Felix's next of kin meets as he holds back from asking much the same thing if the Admiral had to guess.
"I suppose we ought to let the captain kiss his husband shouldn't we?"
Bones drops a heavy sigh and a groan before the suggestion's even done. As charming of a suggestion as that is, those two do not need any encouragement. He's about to say as much before Spock catches his gaze and shakes his head.
Jim leads Felix away from the table until they're next to the windows. His left hand inches up Felix's neck, fingertips tracing the line of Felix's jaw with reverent softness. With his right hand he slips off his hat as he leans forward and presses the softest of kisses onto his husband. Murmurs the only two words that seem at all appropriate against the mage's lips.
"Welcome home."
