Newton’s 3rd Law
By Ao3 user TheBlackLagoon, with art accompanied by tumblr user
@ysabeau-valikov
Release Date: June 23rd 2020 (Today!!)
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24864325/chapters/60153220
Summary: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. It’s 1966, and James Kirk is an eighteen year old draft dodger on his way out of the country, when he encounters a crash landed alien ship. Spock is on a search for his human mother Amanda Grayson who’s halfway across the country in California. Both Jim and Spock are running, Jim from war and Spock from the impossible standards of his father, but they find solace in one another.
Universe: TOS/AU, Pairing: Jim Kirk/Spock Rating: Teen and Up, No Major Archive Warnings Apply
Excerpt from Chapter 1: Slowly, careful not to touch the hull of the thing, Jim made his way around the rocket, placing his hands in front of him carefully guiding himself over uneven earth. The front of the rocket, where Jim presumed the viewport would be, was submerged in dirt. There was however a thin seam that he could make out on the side. Carefully reaching out a hand Jim touched the metal siding, and then brought it back just as fast. Instead of the searing heat he’d been expecting, the metal was cool to the touch. Jim stared at it in awe for a moment, before lowering his hand once again. Running it along the seam of the door, Jim tried to surmise how to open it. It was too tightly shut now, but maybe there was something around him he could use to lever it open.
Glancing around at the ground Jim noticed a piece of shorn rock that looked sturdy enough to give it a go. Jim grabbed it, and just as he was about to bring it up to the door, a hissing sound broke out. Fumbling backwards in shock, Jim watched as the locked hatchway rose open steadily. Smoke poured out from within, and Jim could do nothing but gape at the ship in awe. He could still make nothing out, flashing emergency lights from inside only highlighting in small parts the severely damaged insides. Hanging, sparking wires, and shards of ripped metal seemed bountiful. Then suddenly, illuminated by the pulsing red light, a figure emerged.
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