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This is mostly drag and drop and copy and paste at the beginning but at the end it presents a whole new dynamic and jumping point if I was ever tempted to making this a longer tale. Most of the dialogue comes from the film; no infringement intended. Not so much a crossOVER as a Character A is now Character B transformation. Prompted by [profile] catdancerz

Pointy-Eared Bastard

He stood before the academic counsel of Starfleet Academy. Facing the dean, Admiral Richard Barnett, he remained quiet. Maybe not patiently quiet, but quiet none-the-less.

“Cadet Winchester, evidence has been submitted to this counsel suggesting that you violated the ethical code of conduct pursuant to Regulation 17.43 of the Starfleet code. Is there anything you care to say before we begin, sir?”

“Yes,” Cadet Dean Winchester said, glancing to the Board of Directors. “I believe I have the right to face my accuser directly.”

Admiral Barnett looked towards the assembly behind him and Dean turned only to catch eyes with someone he hadn’t seen in over twelve years. He’d gotten taller. Locking piercing stares, a moment of tension passed between. So, he would really do this?

“Step forward, please,” the Admiral said. To Dean and the audience in general he said, “This is Commander Spock. He is one of our most distinguished graduates. He’s programmed the Kobayshi Maru Exam for the last four years.” Dean sniffed. Yeah, he knew him. He knew him well enough. “Commander?” The Admiral opened up the floor to him to present his case.

“Cadet Winchester, you somehow managed to install and activate a subroutine in the programming code, thereby changing the conditions of the test.”

With a small, tense shrug, Dean asked, “Your point being?”

It was the Admiral who answered with, “In academic vernacular, you cheated.” A series of none-too-pleasant accusatory noises emerged from those assembled.

Stopping his face from turning a bitter shade of red, Dean looked to his accuser and said, “Let me ask you something I think we all know the answer to—the test itself is a cheat, isn’t it? I mean you programmed it to be unwinnable.”

“Your argument precludes the possibility of a no-win scenario.”

“I don’t believe in no-win scenarios.”

Now he had a look on his face like he was talking to a child. Dean gripped his lectern. “Then not only did you violate the rules, you also failed to understand the principle lesson.”

“Please, enlighten me.”

“You of all people should know, Cadet Winchester, a captain cannot cheat death.”

There was a pause in the room and Dean had to look away for a moment, disbelief roiling through him. He had to be imaging this. There was no way he could be bringing this up. “I of all people?” He gritted out.

“Your father, Lieutenant John Winchester assumed command of his vessel before being killed in action, did he not?” The matter-of-fact way he said it, the way he broached the topic as if he were explaining a calculus problem seriously tempted Dean into vaulting for him and kicking his pointy-ass.

Instead he just said, “I don’t think you liked the fact that I beat your test.”

“Furthermore you have failed to divine the purpose of the test.”

“Enlighten me again.”

“The purpose is to experience fear; fear in the face of certain death. To accept that fear and maintain control of one’s self and one’s crew. This is a quality expected in every Starfleet captain.”

And as angry as he’d been, he knew he was right. Damn him.

“Excuse me, sir,” an officer made his way across the dais, speaking to the Admiral. Handing him something, Barnett reviewed what he’d been given and a moment later he looked up to the crowd, obvious concern on his face.

“We’ve received a distress call from Vulcan.” Both Commander Spock and Cadet Winchester turned to the Admiral. “With our primary fleet engaged in the Laurentian System, I hereby order all cadets to report to Hanger One immediately. Dismissed.” The assembly quickly dispersed, Spock moving quickly away.

Dean’s best-friend, Cas McCoy, approached from behind, his eyes following Spock leave the hall. “Who was that pointy-eared bastard?”

Winchester turned away, the knowledge of a Vulcan distress call twisting his insides. He didn’t know what to think or what to feel. She was there right now. Was she in danger? In a low voice he said, “Remember what I told you about my mom?”

“How could I forget?” He arched his brow with a cross expression, “You barely talk about her. After your dad died, she left you with your Uncle Bobby and married some Vulcan—” His eyes went wide and his head zipped back towards the retreating Spock. “Don’t tell me—”

“Yeah. My brother. Sam. Half-brother,” he corrected. “And don’t try calling him Sam to his face,” he pushed away from the podium, heading for Hanger One, knowing that if his mother was in danger, he needed to be one of the people there to help her, “He’ll kick your ass for using his human name.”

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