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When Two Hearts Beat as One
When S'chn T'ai Spock was born, the half Vulcan astonished the entire planet, not because he was half human, half Vulcan. It was because the small Vulcan was born with two hearts. Everyone all around was baffled by the two small beating hearts, one beating at a quick Vulcan pace at his side, the other slower more of a human pace then ever. Amanda Grayson and her husband Sarek were delighted--more on Amanda's case, but Sarek was quite happy in a Vulcan sort of way-- to see their newborn son come into this universe, but they knew what hardship young Spock was now going to face. Amanda held her arms feeling the two hearts beat as one.
Spock, Age 3
On Vulcan Spock was getting used to the idea of having two hearts. He knew they were there, beating and pulsing at the same rhythm but never at the same pace. His mother called him special, telling him stories of how he was holding his soulmate's heart and keeping it safe until they met one day. Illogical. But Spock somehow believed it, deep in his heart, or hearts in his case. If it was true, Spock often wondered, which it was most certainly not, who was the one with no heart in the universe? Spock glanced up at the red sky of Vulcan tilting his head at the thought, who indeed?
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James T. Kirk was a fluke at birth. He was born too early, in the middle of space. Wionna Kirk was sobbing over the loss of her husband as the medical shuttle moved forward the enemy ship fading from her view. It felt like her soul had been ripped out watching the Kelvin impact that ship. When the doctors had brought the tiny baby boy Wionna knew something was wrong. There was no heartbeat. None at all. But the boy was living, kicking and breathing like any normal child would. Except that he didn't have a heart. Wionna swallowed the bile in her throat once she heard the news. James, her little Jimmy, had no heart, but somehow...someway he was living. They said it was a miracle, but Wionna knew better. While her son lived, her husband was scattered across the stars burning her soul, no it was no miracle. No it was a curse.
James T. Kirk, Age 5
Little Jimmy was a fast learner, he zoomed through everything books, magazines, anything the blond could get his hands on. Being only five Jimmy was very smart. Here he was laying on his stomach on the hardwood floor looking at a science book his brother had brought home for him. It was that one day where Wionna broke her fragile shell, it cracked every time she looked at the almost glowing blue eyes and soft white blond hair. It reminded her too much of George. And it broke her.
"Momma, how come Sammy's chest makes a weird noise?" Little Jimmy had asked that one fateful day, his head tilted in that adorable way.
Wionna looked down from her desk not looking into her own child's eyes. "That's called a heart." She explained her voice neutral on the subject.
Jimmy tilted his head even further breaking Wionna's heart even more. "How come mine doesn't make that 'thump-thump' sound?"
"Because you don't have one." She stated a bit two coldly to her son.
"Why not?"
"You weren't born with it dear. The doctors couldn't find one."
"You mean they lost it?" Jimmy asked and Wionna clenched her fist a to keep herself from snapping at the child. He asked too many questions.
"No, you don't have a heart James. Now if you please go play with your brother."
"But-"
"Go."
With that Jimmy bowed his head and shuffled out his shoulders hunched. Wionna watched Jimmy leave and she sobbed. George took her soul and her son's own heart from her.