just imagine if the enterprise was the pretend spaceship jungle gym at the park where jim kirk, age nine and a half, goes after school to play
nyota uhura is his best friend, always laughing and singing and ready to commit herself fully to whatever jim’s wild imagination comes up with next
leonard mccoy is older, thirteen and forbidding looking, but that’s because he comes to the park to get away from home for a while. jim can’t leave him alone, finally learning that leonard’s dad is sick and that’s why he’s there, teaching himself about medicine. ‘you’ll be the ship’s doctor,’ jim says.
scotty’s that weird kid who knows too much about nothing any of the other kids his age talk about. one time he ate a leaf on a dare. jim thinks he’s awesome.
chekov’s four years younger than jim, but he’s determined, and he thinks jim’s so cool, and when he proves he can memorize the secret handshake, he’s in.
sulu shares the contents of his lunchbox with everyone, imported candies and juice boxes, and talks a lot about dinosaurs and samurai and musketeers.
they have so much fun together, jim climbing to the top and spinning these crazy stories about planets and aliens and adventures and excitement and danger and rescues and SPACE BATTLES.
one day, while jim’s making explosion noises, a serious voice calmly informs him that, in the vacuum of space, sound cannot be heard. it’s a pale boy with serious eyes and a weird haircut. his name is spock. he knows a lot about science. ‘okay,’ jim says. ‘you’ll be the science guy.’
'science officer,' spock replies.