Only Good for Legends by leupagus (NC-17)

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Fandom: STAR TREK:REBOOT
Characters/Pairings: Spock; Kirk; Uhura; Amanda; Winona; McCoy; Sybok; T'Pring
Length: ~150,000
Author on LJ: leupagus 
Author Website: at AO3

Why this must be read: Detective Spock, born on Vulcan and resident of San Francisco, is assigned to the Midwest police bureau. I think everyone can guess what happens next. Read this now. It is amazing, and the only reason I haven't recommended it before was I was sure someone else must already have.

The story begins with Spock arresting  Kirk in Iowa, and ends after the events in the movie, but so much happens in-between. This story escapes easy definition. It is a character piece. A love story. A murder mystery. A political conspiracy. A grand space epic. A comedy. A tragedy. A must read. It is a story about Spock, but all of the other characters are so richly detailed, you wish for another 100,000 words each on any of the rest of the characters.

 

“What investigation am I a part of, exactly?”

“The investigation into what happened to my vehicle,” Spock says. There is a dock that extends out into the pond; he walks down it, toward the dim shape of Kirk.

“Come on, man, you can’t take a joke?”

“No. Besides,” Spock adds, “I have more than enough evidence to actually obtain a conviction. Which would make me something of a celebrity in Iowa, considering your record. So you would do well to comply with my requests.”

“I guess I shouldn’t stand in the way of something like that,” Kirk mutters. He hauls himself out of the water and onto the dock in one movement and stands there, naked and dripping, a smirk on his face.

“Thank you,” Spock says. “Where are your clothes?”

“Don’t need ‘em,” Kirk says.

“You wish to be arrested naked,” Spock says, just to be clear.

“Yep.”

Spock considers. Either Kirk honestly doesn’t care if he’s arrested naked, or he thinks this will make Spock blanch at making the arrest.

Or it’s another test. Spock has been passing them so far – he doesn’t think Kirk would have arranged to have his car repaired otherwise.

“Citizen Kirk,” he says, “I am placing you under house arrest for the next twelve hours. If you would care to follow my vehicle on your own back to your home, your cooperation would be most appreciated.”

Kirk frowns, flicks water out of his eyes. “You want me to drive myself home and stay there for twelve hours.” He says it in the same tone of voice that Spock had used to clarify whether or not Kirk wanted to be arrested without clothes on.

“Correct,” Spock says. “You may drive naked if you prefer, but although the temperature is quite pleasant, I believe you would find the wind chill would—“

He’s interrupted by the snorting laugh Kirk gives, something that sounds almost involuntary. “All right, all right,” he says, waving a hand at Spock, “You win. Let me find my pants, I think she threw them…” he pads down the dock toward the shore. Spock follows.

“The owner of this property does not approve of your trespass,” he says. “It would be advisable either to refrain from using this particular spot, or to secure his permission beforehand.”

“Oh, Hank’s fine with it,” Kirk says, dismissive. He bends down and retrieves what looks like an undershirt. He slides it on and continues his search. Spock concentrates his parameters on the other side of the dock; from what he can gather, Kirk and his paramour had taken off their clothes with both haste and enthusiasm, so they could have fallen anywhere. “It’s Hank’s son who probably got his panties in a bunch. Installed a whole bunch of sensors a few months ago to ‘protect his father’s interests.’ I haven’t gotten around to disabling them yet.”

“I would prefer that you not mention any crimes you plan on committing,” Spock advises. “I’ve discovered a boot.”

“Awesome.” Kirk comes over to take it; he’s found his pants, and has folded his leather jacket carefully on the dock’s railing. He catches Spock’s eye. “What?”

Spock shrugs. “Merely wondering if you had found your briefs as well, or if you had simply opted to put your pants on without first locating them.”

“Well, Detective,” Kirk says, “There’s one way to find out.” He steps a few inches closer; he is much better at flirting than Nyota was.

Spock raises his eyebrow. Kirk is full of surprises. “Your other boot is in the bush behind you.”

Only Good for Legends