I am George Kirk!
“Mole-near?”
The lead scientist and head of the security team looked at Harry with confusion clear on their faces.
“Do you not know you mythology?” He asked.
”No.” The security head responded, “Why would I? I’m a security officer, not a historian.”
”Well I am. And that right there is Mjölnir.”
There was a silence thick with confusion that hadn’t let up.
”Right, how do we move it?” The lead scientist asked, her nose scrunched.
”We can’t.”
”What?” She still didn’t believe him.
”Unless you can find Thor or some worthy man, that hammer isn’t going anywhere.”
”Shit.”
~
”I’m sorry, but who the fuck are you?”
A look of disappointment came across the man’s face.
”I am your father, George Kirk. Winnie told you about me, didn’t she?”
That didn’t help. Jim still didn’t given in to whatever this man was trying to pull. And the way he so causally said his mother’s nickname set off alarm bells in his head.
Turning to Pike, he sharply said, “Do you believe him?”
”Hell no. But he does look like you.” Pike responded. The answer only made Jim mad. He couldn’t possibly be even thinking that the man was telling the truth.
”That is because we are father and son.” The man interrupted.
“No. No, we’re not.” Jim snapped, “I think you need to drop this act right now and tell us who the hell you really are. My father is dead and I don’t appreciate some random bastard coming in and acting as him.”
”I am your father, George Kirk.”
”No! You are not! Listen here you bastard -!”
”Jim, calm down.” Pike had grabbed his shoulder, slowly turning his back to the man, “I get you’re mad at him for impersonation your father but I’d rather not have you try to fight him. Because whether or not you are related, he has more muscle than you and could most likely kick your ass.”
Jim closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. What the hell was happening? He turned back to the man with a straight face.
”What is your real name?”
”In truth, I go by many names. Though you know me as George Kirk. My real name is Th - “ The man hesitated, “Actually, it would be best if we waited for Winnie to arrive. That way I wouldn’t have to explain everything twice.”
Jim sighed and glanced at Pike who was neutral. “Fine. If you won’t tell us your name, then at least tell us how you survived the collision.”
”That, I cannot tell you either until Winnie arrives.”
”Is there anything you can tell us now?” Pike asked.
”Well, James is my son, as is Samuel and Winona is my wife. I have returned for them.”
”He isn’t going to give us shit.” Jim mumbled to Pike as he turned away.
He left the room, not wanting to linger in there. It couldn’t be his father. It couldn’t. Admiral Pike exited a few moment later as well, walking up to Jim.
”What do you think?”
”That man is a psychopath and a liar.” Jim grumbled.
”Well, there’s worse things than that.” Pike sighed, “At least he’s not a murder.”
”Not that we know of.”
Pike clasped Jim on the shoulder, giving a supportive squeeze.
”I know I may sound insane too, but don’t push this all away too quickly. That man may actually be your father. It’s a slim chance, but it’s there. Just wait till your mom arrives and then maybe she’ll be able to clear things up.”
Jim huffed his disbelief. “When pigs fly.”
”Call Doctor McCoy. He might be able to do a blood test.” Pike suggested. He knew Jim wasn’t going to wait for Winona before he made his mind up about the man.
”Fine. He isn’t going to be happy though. Especially since it’s getting late.”
”I know. But at least maybe he could get the basic question answered; Is he or is he not your father?”