jacqueline kirk

When we asked how Spock and Kirk regard one another, what in fact their relationship consists of in texture, Gene Roddenberry said:

’…I definitely designed it as a love relationship. And I hope that for men…who have been afraid of such relationships…that they [Spock and Kirk] would encourage them to be able to feel love and affection, true affection…love, friendship and deep respect. That was the relationship I tried to draw. I think I also tried to draw a feeling of belief that very few of us are complete unto ourselves. It’s quite a lovely thing…where two halves make a whole.’

—  Star Trek Lives! by Jacqueline Lichtenberg, Sondra Marshak and Joan Winston (1975).
Bloomington Fic- Teaser

((Teaser for a fanfic, post-Bloomington movie, that’s currently in the works. Not sure how long it will be yet. I should really be working on finishing chapter 3 for LitD, but this is something I’ve been meaning to write for a long time now and I’ve already started. I’ll multitask, ok? Also, Alice is an OC. At least, I assume that’s what you’d call her.))

“Why aren’t you listening to me?”
“Because I find you uninteresting.”
“I’m serious. You know what’s up, and so do I. It’s Jackie again, isn’t it?” She noticed the way Catherine flinched instinctively at the name, as if a fresh wound had been opened up somewhere.
“Catherine, I can’t let you do this anymore.” The blonde’s fists clenched around her cup, so that the plastic gave way with a sharp crack. It was Alice’s turn to flinch.
“What makes you think you can just butt in and fix everything, then?” Catherine growled, mopping up the remains of her drink, which was now leaking onto the table. Alice gave her an incredulous look.
“Honey, I work with crazy people for a living.” The blonde snorted at this. Alice rolled her eyes. “Look, I’ve no doubt in my mind that I can’t help someone who’s as sane as you are. That wasn’t an insult!” She added when Catherine threw the used napkin at her. “You’re not crazy, Cat. You’re in love. And love makes everyone seem crazy.” The ex-professor opened her mouth as if to offer a rebuttal, then sighed resignedly.
“Jackie wasn’t in love with me.”
“Did she say that?”
“No. She didn’t say she was, either.”
“Did you?” Catherine hesitated at this.
“Yes. But she was asleep.” Alice cocked a brow. “Hey, don’t look at me like that!”
“Sorry, sorry. But, I think I know what the problem is now, and now I’m going to help you fix it.”
“Well, if it involves getting me back out into the dating world, you can scratch that off your list, because I’m not interested.” She sipped hopefully at what was left of her frappé below the hole in her cup. Alice chuckled.
“No, it isn’t anything like that. You’re going to call Jackie and tell her how you really feel.”

Catherine choked on her drink.