STAR TREK IMAGINES

Captain James T. Kirk

"Jim! You're being such an idiot"
Jim smiled as he slowly climbed up several boxes, his camera lined up ready for the perfect action shot.
"I'll be fine y/n!"
Balancing on one foot, you ran over and turned the camera on, of course it was a stupid decision but you only had yourself to blame, you never thought he'd actually try to fill a shot glass, over a pool, in 5 seconds flat, without spilling it.
"I hate you sometimes!"
"I love you too!"
"3.. 2.. 1!"
He counted it off, and as soon as he jumped off you set the camera to spam pictures.
Jim landed with a huge cannon-ball.
The water shot up feet in the air, laughing Jim crawled out, chasing you around as the camera didn't stop taking pictures.
A few days later, you were looking back over the pictures, of course Jim just barely made it and his ego was blown through the roof.
Jim was hyper-fixating on two pictures in particular, the first, you were running from Jim, giant grin on your face, his moms old camera picked up on all of the vibrancy in your eyes, your lips, your skin.
The second, Jim finally caught up to you, he had his arms wrapped around your middle, shaking his wet hair on you, your hand reached around trying to push him away.
Since you'd known each other ever since you were kids, Jim was playing with a stuffed version of his Dad's ship, a gift from his mom.
You were playing with a stuffed version of your mother's ship, a gift from her as well. You were sitting alone, he was still so little he barely could grasp the concept as to why everyone always stayed away from you, but that never stopped him from coming over to you, playing ships.
Maybe it was your pointed ears, or the fact that your family had made headline from the second you were born. Your parents were Romulan fugitives, they'd chosen to take you to earth to protect you whilst they worked with the federation, all they ever wanted was peace, to raise their child on a planet that was so constantly war torn.
Sometimes you wondered if Jim stayed with you out of spite, proving to everyone who didn't like you that he loved you more than anything, he walked you to school, he always made sure you were safe, you'd hate to be anyone who picked a fight with him when they decided to call you names.
Jim kept both photos, when he became a captain, he kept them on his desk.
You did come with him on the ship a few times, even though the life-style wasn't for you, you definitely put in the effort to be there for him.

"Jim... JIM!"
Bones shouted in his ear.
Coming back to the world, Jim sighed as Bones sat down on the other side of him.
"Something wrong Jim?"
"No, no I'm sorry Bones"
Bones clicked his tongue, knowing Jim was lying but he decided not to press to much harder.
He placed the photo back down on his desk, getting up him and bones sat on his couch, Bones already had liquor prepared.
"It's been almost 4 years to the day Bones, I've just been reminiscing"
Taking a sip, Bones nodded.
He knew what he meant.
4 years to the day.
Exactly 4 years ago, when you had gone back to earth, you'd gotten the news.
Up until then, your parents had worked in relative secrecy. No one would have ratted you out and even then no one in that little town would have had the recourses to get to the Romulan government.
They done what they had set out to do, and they payed with their lives.
"I'm sorry Jim"
Bones got out three glasses, placing them on the table.
Before they could do anything, comms across the room started beeping.
Bones answered, leaving Jim who clinked all three glasses.
He remembered fondly going over to your parents house, when you were little, he loved the food they'd make, he always felt at home.
He could never forgive the guilt they caused you though.
Bones nodded to him, indicating they both had to leave.
Going back to his desk one more time, he lifted your ring that he had placed in front of your portrait, pressing a kiss into it.
He fiddled with it for a moment, imagining your hands holding onto his one last time. Still warm, with so much life.
"Jim you coming?"
"Yeah Bones"
Coming to the door, Jim never realised how difficult it was, living with your image now, a constant reminder of losing you, grief ripping you apart until you had nothing left to give.
"I love you.."
He whispered back to your image, not expecting anything, you were gone, this was just his imagination.
"Please let me go"