"You don't know me," he said, perhaps unnecessarily, but it was a prelude to his next revelation. "I'm James T. Kirk. I'd wondered if the one you know was a version of me, or of the other. I had to know, which is why I didn't introduce myself."
He studied the man, who was clearly more like the man from this time. How, then, had he recognized Spock so readily? It was not precisely contempt in his eyes--Jim Kirk had contempt for very few people, and part of him knew that his man loved, for some value of love, another version of Spock. A man Jim respected and valued in any universe. But Jim was also capable of feeling superior to that universe's philosophies and history, even when he held compassion for its individuals.
And something about this man in particular called to Spock.
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Date: 2009-09-02 05:08 pm (UTC)"You don't know me," he said, perhaps unnecessarily, but it was a prelude to his next revelation. "I'm James T. Kirk. I'd wondered if the one you know was a version of me, or of the other. I had to know, which is why I didn't introduce myself."
He studied the man, who was clearly more like the man from this time. How, then, had he recognized Spock so readily? It was not precisely contempt in his eyes--Jim Kirk had contempt for very few people, and part of him knew that his man loved, for some value of love, another version of Spock. A man Jim respected and valued in any universe. But Jim was also capable of feeling superior to that universe's philosophies and history, even when he held compassion for its individuals.
And something about this man in particular called to Spock.