On the Edge of the Mountain
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Title: | On the Edge of the Mountain |
Author(s): | Jane St. Clair |
Date(s): | 2003 |
Length: | |
Genre(s): | slash |
Fandom(s): | Star Trek: TOS |
Relationship(s): | Kirk/Spock |
External Links: | On the Edge of the Mountain via Wayback |
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On the Edge of the Mountain is a Kirk/Spock story by Jane St. Clair.
It was published in the print zine Cyberdreams #1.
Summary
"Kirk waits for his lover to regain his memories after Spockʼs fal tor pan."
Author's Comments
Sex disclaimer: This story contains semi-explicit m/m sex. That makes it slash, understand? If you don't like it, you're repressed, go get help. If you're under 18, don't read this, because there are just all sorts of things you aren't supposed to know, and this is one of them.Well, I never expected to do K/S, and I'll probably never do it again, but I remembered today that the first time I experienced Trek in any form was when my dad took me to see "The Search for Spock," and I started to think back over the movie. Well, to make a long story short, this takes places between "The Search for Spock" and "The Voyage Home."
[Jane's note: The above note was on the original posting, and I find the "never again" bit sort of funny now, so I've kept it.]
The two quotes in French are both by Blaise Pascal (1623-1662). I looked up "The heart . . ." in my Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, and the other one was right there and I thought, why not? The translations are likewise from the ODQ (3rd edition). Bits and pieces of trivia about Vulcan (the planet) are taken from Diane Duane's marvellous novel Spock's World, especially the origins of "Seleya," the origins of the Vulcan language, and the Underliers. [1]
Series
- At My Most Beautiful
- I Leave This at Your Ear
- Iowa
- Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m.
- On the Edge of the Mountain
- Til Human Voices Wake Us
Reactions and Reviews: The Entire Series
Reactions and Reviews: On the Edge of the Mountain
This was the first story of Jane’s I ever read and it made me a fan for life. Her writing is sheer poetry, nowhere as much as here. Kirk’s sorrow and joy is expressed in first person, yet I never doubt that it’s Jim Kirk I’m hearing, she writes him so well. Like the previous story, this one is short. A single frame out of Kirk and Spock’s lives together. But what a picture. [3]
This is another short mood piece, similar in some ways to the previous one, “What the Heart Remembers” which is set in the same timeframe following on from the events on their return to Earth from Vulcan after Spock’s refusion. It is told from both Kirk and Spock’s point of view as they are staying near the temple on Mount Seleya after the fal tor pan. It has a lovely lyrical quality about it, as well as some very interesting details about the origins of the temple itself and why the mountain is revered so much by the Vulcan people. Kirk and Spock’s encounter overlooking the desert is very well described and captures perfectly, their reactions to Spock’s gradually re-emerging memories and realisation that whatever happened in the past, they now have an opportunity to start again and possibly take their relationship to the next level is wonderfully described. [4]
After the Fal Torr Pan, Kirk is on Vulcan waiting for Spock to remember him, and thinking about their relationship. One of the most beautiful stories I’ve ever read. [5]
Only four pages long but filled with such love and passion. It takes place just after the Fal Torr Pan and Kirk is hurting for his lover, who doesn't seem to remember him. But Spock comes to him, and he does remember, telling Kirk "You are not part of my mind. You are part of my soul. You were never gone." What follows is beautiful love-making, a rejoining of lovers that is new and renewing. A truly excellent story. [6]
References
- ^ from the author's website
- ^ from irisbleufic, posted May 28, 2009, accessed June 19, 2013
- ^ from The K/S Press #83
- ^ from Dawn H in The K/S Press #126
- ^ from The K/S Press #85
- ^ from The K/S Press #90