Brystal is the daughter of the great Admiral Christopher Pike. She was nobody special, nobody specific, but that all changed one day.
"Adventure for destiny in the stars."
[Star Trek: Reboot]
[Kirk x femme!oc]
Cover by @chasingmaybanks
Book 4 in the...
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"So....uh...Mr. Merlin, sir?"
"Just call me Issac," Issac assured him as he led him into one of the private conference rooms. He wasn't usually the man who let the myriad of scars hold him back.
Any nightmares tormenting his soul were held in check. But now, realizing the depth of this situation, looking into the eyes of the boys father that Alastor Merlin tried to rescue broke his heart. All of his demons gnawed at his skull.
Lyris's words were glued to him. Telling himself he had to try. He hadn't give Jim much of a chance already.
He decided on a nice topic, "You probably know my mother more than me."
Jim chuckled, "Yes. I do. She was so insistent on not having replicated food."
"Hard to love her for not," Issac let out a small laugh at his response.
He's grown up amongst the privilege of not being fed replicator food. Davina Merlin had been the backbone of that cause.
Anytime she'd go over to the Kirk house, she brought a crockpot of a delicious homemade Italian meal. Warm and friendly
And what had he done then unlike his mother? The fact he hasn't come to help her prepare a meal or visit the Kirk's.
Focus.
Focus on the idea.
Remember he'd asked to talk to Jim. Remember that before this talk began when Issac looked back to see him sweetly give Brystal a quick kiss. Reminding him of Lyris and him years ago.
"I want to know your intentions with Brystal and for you to understand something," Issac stated, "One is easier than the other for me."
Jim straightened up, tried to make his manners seem calm and compose. Bry had given him a quick warning. Well, it felt like Issac was in Christopher Pike's place of questioning the relationship.
Maybe even a second big brother like figure.
"I think I'll do intentions first," Jim answers, "I don't have a single intention of ever trying to hurt her. We may bicker sometimes, but it can be over the littlest stuff. I understand her past is complicated, but I always make sure that she now I'm there."
"And you know that when she gets something into her head or decides she must do something, impetuously-"
"She won't stop even at anyone's warning. Yeah, I noticed," Jim smiled, sitting down on the chair in front of Issac's.
"I'm glad you know that. And I'm happy she is happy, relaxed, and free to be herself with you. Even if you were or still are kind of a flirting womanizer-"
"Are you threatening me?" Jim asked, catiously with a hint of worry.
Issac took a seat on one of the few chairs in the room. Resting his elbows on the desk. Meeting the blue eyed man's gaze. It had sounded like a threat.
