Fated Ones
“I'm so sorry for your loss. I can't imagine what you must be going through.” That was the chorus of the day for Fan. Countless faces, some in black, others in Starfleet uniforms. But still the same words. They didn't mean them. And they surely couldn't comprehend what she was going through.
Christopher Pike was a legend, a hero. And he had loved her and her son completely, raising him as if he was his own. Sure, he was old enough to have been her father, but he protected them, shielded them from Starfleet. He never asked why she refused to participate in that part of his life. He simply smiled. And now he was gone.
Fan held her three year old son on her lap, rocking him as he played with his favorite toy, doing her best to speak with everyone. Most didn't remember her, not that they should have. She hadn't been around long enough to get to know them, except him. The reason she held a child. The reason she had avoided Starfleet.
Fan had met Jim Kirk in a bar, and immediately she was falling. He was smart, funny, witty, charming, and of course good looking. They spent the night talking, sharing their dreams, their hopes. And his bed. She thought it was the beginning of something amazing. But when he was called to duty the next day, she panicked, running back to New York.
It was there she found out she was pregnant. It was there a recovering Christopher Pike began to court her. And it was there she realized she was in love with Jim. For all the love Chris gave her, it was never enough. Her heart wasn't hers, so how could she give it to him?
“Thank you for coming,” she smiled sadly to Leonard McCoy, taking his hand. “He always spoke so highly of you. Said you were by far the funniest doctor he had ever known. Always upset him I wouldn't take James to you.”
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