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“Is my mom here?”

“No, James. You are quite out of place. I will endeavor to ease whatever concerns you have, but must ask for your continued cooperation as we attempt to understand the reason for your being here.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“Negative.”

Jimmy leaned back, braced on the Vulcan’s arm. “How’d I get here?”

“You were transported via particle disassembly and reassembly.”

“Can I call Sam?”

A twinge of regret rose in Spock. He had not realized the captain was so close to his brother. George Samuel Kirk died approximately four months ago on Deneva. “No, it is impossible to reach your brother at this time.”

Large blue eyes were pleading. Confusion and fear emanated from the boy as readily as his human heat. Compelled to relieve these fears, Spock said, “If you are amenable, you may consider me your brother, as I consider you such in many respects.”

Jimmy thought this was a funny thing to suggest. They couldn’t be brothers, but the offer was appealing. “Can I tell everyone you’re my brother?”

“I see no need for secrecy.”

Jimmy gave a shy smile. “Wait ‘til the guys at school hear. Vulcans are so cool!”

Endeared to the boy, Spock smiled with a bare twitch of his lips. He did not regret the unbecoming display of emotion.

“He’s a cute one, isn’t he?” Scott said, grinning like a loon. “And probably a rascal. I’d keep a close eye on him, Commander.”

Spock inclined his head. “Such was my intention.”

“I’ll get to figuring out how to set things to right, Sir.”

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“Is my mom here?”

“No, James. You are quite out of place. I will endeavor to ease whatever concerns you have, but must ask for your continued cooperation as we attempt to understand the reason for your being here.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“Negative.”

Jimmy leaned back, braced on the Vulcan’s arm. “How’d I get here?”

“You were transported via particle disassembly and reassembly.”

“Can I call Sam?”

A twinge of regret rose in Spock. He had not realized the captain was so close to his brother. George Samuel Kirk died approximately four months ago on Deneva. “No, it is impossible to reach your brother at this time.”

Large blue eyes were pleading. Confusion and fear emanated from the boy as readily as his human heat. Compelled to relieve these fears, Spock said, “If you are amenable, you may consider me your brother, as I consider you such in many respects.”

Jimmy thought this was a funny thing to suggest. They couldn’t be brothers, but the offer was appealing. “Can I tell everyone you’re my brother?”

“I see no need for secrecy.”

Jimmy gave a shy smile. “Wait ‘til the guys at school hear. Vulcans are so cool!”

Endeared to the boy, Spock smiled with a bare twitch of his lips. He did not regret the unbecoming display of emotion.

“He’s a cute one, isn’t he?” Scott said, grinning like a loon. “And probably a rascal. I’d keep a close eye on him, Commander.”

Spock inclined his head. “Such was my intention.”

“I’ll get to figuring out how to set things to right, Sir.”

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Read the art-fic as a collective here: Brothers