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Carrion Flowers

Summary:

Before he was Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise, he was JT, leader of the Tarsus Nine.

(A moment in time revealing a glimpse of the past: Jim Kirk at his disciplinary hearing for the Kobayashi Maru)

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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“Furthermore, you have failed to divine the purpose of the test.”

“Enlighten me again.”

“The purpose is to experience fear. Fear in the face of certain death. To accept that fear, and maintain control of oneself and one's crew. This is a quality expected in every Starfleet captain.”

 

Jim wants to laugh at the absurdity of those words, as if he of all people needs a lesson in fear. He looks out at the crowd that’s amassed for his hearing, and wonders how many of them have ever seen someone die. How many have ever pressed shaking hands to someone else’s wound while already knowing it was too late. And he wonders how many have ever been the one to pull the trigger. 

He’d been fourteen years old, and he’d felt nothing but fear until he learned to control it—taught himself how to let just enough of it in to keep his eyes sharp and his instincts sharper. It wasn’t enough to save all his kids, and on the bad nights—the ones when he screams himself awake to the phantom smell of rot hanging heavy in the air, he agonizes over what he could have done differently. In the end, though, it doesn’t matter; those children never got to grow up, and Jim can sometimes scarcely breathe through the enormity of that truth. There’s a Gordian knot of grief and rage and trauma that is tangled up deep inside his chest, inextricable as the shrapnel that had once lodged itself past wavy auburn hair and into the head of the freckled girl running alongside him, whose name he will likely never know.

The Kobayashi Maru is a pale and insulting imitation of the decisions that Jim has been forced to make, and the Vulcan facing him speaks condescendingly of things like death and survival while understanding nothing of them. (Very soon, that will no longer be the case, and Jim will regret the venom currently lacing his thoughts. But right now, Spock lectures him on assuming leadership in the face of mortal peril without a hint of irony about who exactly he is reprimanding. Because before he was Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise, he was JT, leader of the Tarsus Nine.)

Notes:

It's been over 7 years since I've written anything for Star Trek, but I was rereading some of my favorite Tarsus IV fics and the urge to revisit it (if only for a few hundred words) hit me.

(Also, I've been here—in fandom and on AO3—long enough that I no longer feel the need to play coy, so I will say this: comments are my lifeblood, and can make anywhere from my day to my week. They're also probably the only thing other than acts of god [read: random bursts of inspiration that I have to frantically act on before they leave my system completely] that will—not always, but often enough—push me to write more for a specific idea/theme/fandom/etc.)