#...same. him and spock are destined to be together. destined to be commanding together. they work well together in every way and theyre...

[ladyideal]

Ficmas~ Day 17

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Gender Neutral!reader

Word Count: 1205

Warnings: Slightly suggestive in the beginning.

Summary: You and Leonard have a day off on the Enterprise.

Requested By: @night-running-echo

A/n: Smh. I enjoyed writing writing this one. Almost got derailed lol.

7:00 AM

Sounds of an alarm pierced the silence. With a groan, your boyfriend smacked the button with a spare hand. Yawning, he watched you still sleeping, undisturbed. Waking up beside you every day was something he didn't imagine two years ago. 

It was a pleasant surprise. 

Gently, he traced your features, careful to not wake you. From the forehead, down to the nose, and stopped at your lips. There was nothing he didn't love about you. 

"Mornin', sleepyhead," He spoke against your cheek. 

"Lennn," You whined quietly, squirming around in his arms and blearily opening your eyes to look crossly over at him. "It's too early to be awake. Go back to sleep. We both have a day off."

You were the one thing he did right this time. This was where he wanted to stay, forever and always beside you. 

"I've missed you, darlin'," He silently agreed, laying his head back on the pillow. Only smiling to himself when you didn't answer. 

9:00 AM

"Pancakes or waffles?" You asked, finally sitting up in bed and reaching for one of your boyfriend's shirt.

"Pancakes." He spoke, watching intently as you padded out the room in nothing but a thin shirt of his. 

Maybe one more time. 

He enjoyed watching your ass before you disappeared out of sight.

"Gonna call your mom today?" You asked, flipping a pancake as you stood in front of the stove. 

"Momma would get mad if I didn't. I've seen her holler at Donna before. Not a pretty sight," The doctor emerged from the bedroom, giving you a nice once over before hugging you from behind. "Smells good in here, sweetheart."

"Leonard," You warned, sliding the pancake onto a plate. 

"Hmm?"

"What did we say about keeping our hands to ourselves?" You scolded lightly, adding more batter into the pan. "We don't want breakfast to burn, do we?"

He pouted at you, giving you one of his most adoring faces. You kept your resolve firm, frowning slightly at him. Looking like a scorned child, he turned to the sink to help wash and cut the fruits that would be placed later onto the plates. Laughing mostly to yourself, you continued your work and ruffled his hair. 

"Good boy."

You swore you heard a growl.

11:19 AM

Managing to finish breakfast and calling his mom and daughter, you and him scrolled through your respective PADDs. He, as the Chief Medical Officer of the ship, meant a daily review of chartings and reports. For you, as a scientist of Commander Spock's elite research team, your team was in constant communication over new findings, theories, and scientific equations.

"Enough, this is our only day off together. Who knows when the last time we get this chance again?" You placed your PADD down, and stacked the used plates and utensils together. 

Breakfast tasted far better than the cardboard version from the replicators.

"What should we do on the day off?" Leonard asked, flicking you with water as he washed the dishes. It was one way to keep the relationship interesting. 

You swiped back at him with the kitchen towel you used to dry the plates, sticking your tongue out playfully at him. "Maybe watch some holos or some classic hallmark Christmas ones? Haven't done that or decorating the place yet."

He grunted in response which you took as a reluctant assent. "What do you want to watch, sweetheart?"

“Iron Man 3! My favorite Christmas movie!” 

“FOR THE LAST TIME. IRON MAN 3 IS NOT A CHRISTMAS MOVIE.”

You laughed at his response. "Take that back, Leonard. Iron Man 3 is perfect for any season."

3:52 PM

Laundry. 

You didn't know how after so long after so many cultures and technology coming together, that no one within the Federation figured out a way to quickly fold clothes. Essentially, folding clothes were the absolute bane of your existence.

As Leonard folded the last of the cycle, you placed his away grinning at the thought. "Remember that time when you wore my uniform and you wore mine?"

He snorted. "How could I not? Even Chris didn't mention it the entire day. Said my abs looked much better than Jim's at the end of Alpha. At the end, it was Geoff that mentioned the wrong uniform. I was made a laughingstock of my own medbay."

You shook your head, chuckling. "Not making that mistake again, are we? I'm sure you were fine, doctor. The nurses must have had a wonderful day in the Medbay. Jim got a kick out of it too."

"He knows?" Leonard gasped loudly. "How the hell did the infant know about it?"

"Surely a bird told him about it."

He eyed you, the same look he'd give when his orders were being questioned. Before you could take your words, his long talented hands began tickling you. 

"Stop! Ahh," You giggled, weakly trying to shove his hands away. 

"Say 'Doctor McCoy looks better.' or I'm not stopping."

"Doctor McCoy looks better," You wheeze out, thankful that he relented. "You win, you win."

Smugly, he sat down beside you on the bed. "I missed this."

"I missed this too," You agreed, getting to your feet again. "But I know what else you're not going to be missing anytime soon."

Ding Dong!

"Coming," You winked at Leonard before happily prancing towards the door. Thanking your friend, you lugged the large cardboard box inside. 

"Ta da!"

"What the hell is this?" Your boyfriend prodded at the decorations within, as though afraid he would catch the Christmas cheer. 

"Oh this? Some tinsel, lights, some stockings, small nutcrackers, pillows for the couch," You dug through the box. "Some mistletoe somewhere here."

"Mistletoe?" He echoed. 

"Afraid to be caught under one, Doctor?"

8:01 PM

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Had a very shiny nose

And if you ever saw it

You would even say it glows

"Remind me why I can't kill the carolers?" Leonard grumbled once the carolers left for their next destination.

"Because you hold an oath," You reminded, washing away the last of the plates. Dinner was wonderful as usual. Real chicken noodle soup was always delectable.

The living room was transformed in time for the holidays. Tinsel glinted from the ceiling, stockings hung beside the TV, a small tree sat at the corner decorated with its own baubles and lights, and mistletoe hung right on top of the threshold into the bedroom. Pillows on the sofa was changed out, pumpkins were changed out for plastic snowmen, and a wreath hung right beside the door. 

"Come on, Mister Grinch, admit it," You admired the living room, taking out two mugs out to make chocolate. "You enjoy Christmas."

"It's a fire hazard, Y/N," He answered, pouring in a generous glug of whiskey into both. 

"That's not a no I'm hearing," You dunked in some small marshmallows before handing the beverage. 

"Only with you, sweetheart," Leonard clinked his mug with yours. 

"Why don't we watch a holo together? Nyota mentioned the Nutcracker ballet, a true Christmas classic." You offered. "Take the rest of the night off."

He groaned good naturedly, but sneaked a kiss in with your hot chocolate ones. 

"You're all I would ever love."

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Undeniable - Chapter 4: Khan’s Past - Khan Noonien Singh x OC

Summary: After storming off following the start of her feud with Bones and Spock, Zinalya seeks comfort with the man who said feud revolves around in the first place, during which he divulges the story of his origins and how he ended up being awoken in the 23rd century.

Warnings: Roughly about half of this chapter is angst, and it includes mentions of the deaths of a parent and a friend.

Zinalya was almost flying down the corridors and then onto the ground floor via a turbolift, filled with her now released anger at Dr. McCoy. He had no right to be telling her how she was allowed to feel about someone, and her blood additionally boiled at the recollection of what she’d walked in to hear Spock saying earlier on before that, about how her plan to get Khan sent away with an exile sentence and go with him - and she guessed that the former also meant this about her feelings for the latter in the first place - would bring disrepute to Starfleet. 

According to Bones, he and the others were trying to help her, but she felt in the back of her mind that this was a lie, as he and Spock clearly didn’t actually care about what she wanted or how she felt because she was obviously the only one out of the three of them who could be bothered to look past Khan’s exterior for what lay underneath. This reminded her of a phrase she’d heard of once: “If you look for the good in people, you’ll find it.”

She was thankful for the fact that Scotty and Chekov were supportive of her wanting to leave with him - further proof to her that, as always, they were good friends - and she knew that while Kirk, Carol, Sulu and Uhura were remaining neutral and hadn’t picked either side of the argument, this could have been worse, due to the fact that one of these two sides they could have picked was to shut down and oppose her plan entirely, like Spock and McCoy. 

In spite of her annoyance at this latter pair, though, she felt the same kind of twinge as she had during her sarcastic remark to Spock when she’d walked in and heard him, which was guilt for the hostile moments of her behaviour just now. Especially for the particular moment when she slapped Bones. But this was only a temporary twinge as, with another surge of her blood boiling, she remembered that, effectively, they’d disregarded her viewpoints in the conversation and insisted on wanting to keep her away from the man she liked.

Within another few seconds, she’d arrived at the place where she’d been heading as soon as she stormed out. The room where Khan was being held in another cell.

The retinal and fingerprint scanners outside this room both recognised that she was indeed lieutenant-commander Zinalya Hamilton and allowed her to enter as a result. 

What she immediately noticed upon doing so was that apart from a few guards near to the door on the outer side, there were none inside the room itself, which she initially found to be a relief because of her wanting to speak alone with him until she found out why: to her right, in the corner of the ceiling above her, was a tiny, spherical-shaped black glass object which could only be noticed if you put in effort thanks to this size. It hardly took a detective to deduce that it was meant to be some kind of security camera.

"Did you mean it?"

She was suddenly snapped out of looking up at the camera by a certain deep and English-accented voice from in front of where she was standing. There he was, in a cell with a large floor-length glass window not unlike that of his previous cell onboard the Enterprise. Even the colouring of the room as a whole was very similar, except this one was slightly more like grey with a blue tint as opposed to pure white. "Sorry, what?" She turned her head back to facing where he was sitting at the back of his cell, looking at her with an owllike unwavering gaze, during which she found her anger from a minute ago fading.

"Did you mean what you said earlier in the courtroom, Miss Hamilton?" The sound of Khan’s voice still gave her shivers despite the amount of times she’d already heard it. "When you declared that you have romantic feelings for me?"

"I did, yeah." She nodded her head and simultaneously walked closer towards the cell. It took that little fraction of less time compared to on the Enterprise due to the room being marginally smaller than this ship’s brig. He now once again had the same look on his face that he’d had before, when she’d made this announcement he was referring to: a little dash of curiosity and slight skepticism but predominantly feeling touched by what she said. "Why do you have those feelings?"

Zinalya chuckled to herself. "I’m obviously not going to catch a break from that question anytime soon." When she saw his aforementioned expression change into one of mild confusion, she elaborated, "Commander Spock asked me the same thing just now."

"And what did you say to him?" Another one of those subtle outward expression shifts happened, this time her sensing slight dislike from Khan towards this half Vulcan first officer.

"I told him that I’m not entirely sure why, but it was partially because I felt like you’d been through an emotional rollercoaster, with all the admiral Marcus business." Zinalya replied, hesitant to bring up this subject. She and Khan were now standing right in front of each other, only about a foot apart on either side of the cell’s glass.

He momentarily laughed to himself through closed lips and craned his head to the side, looking down at the floor. "I take it I’d be right in presuming he and your other colleagues tried to convince you that the way you see me is a mistake?"

"Spock and Dr. McCoy did." Responded the half human-half Trill. "But not all of them were like that; the others haven’t taken a side but ensign Chekov and Mr. Scott are being supportive of it."

"You seem to trust those two a great deal."

"They’re my closest friends." Her inner sensation of gratitude and relief at their support swung into action again, because she remembered that this meant she was at least not fully alone in her plan and in that day’s developments.

Khan looked back up towards her, seeming as if he himself had just experienced a memory recollection of his own. He paused for a beat, and then spoke again, "I’d like you to know I feel the same way, Miss Hamilton; I find you endearing in return."

It was a surprise to her ears, because, after all, she was hoping that her emotions would indeed be reciprocated by him but the prospect of it actually, really happening was unexpected, so now it was her turn to pose the question, "Why?"

"Because from the people who I met and interacted with on your Enterprise, you appeared to be the only one who didn’t dismiss me as a mere criminal." Answered Khan, whose eyes she thought were like that of a snake due to the brightness of his light turquoise eyes, which made his pupils, at some moments, look as if they were slitted. 

She’d additionally used this time where they were in front of each other to mentally take in and properly admire every edge of his tall body and his immaculate black hair. "You only came to speak to me a few times, but during those instances I noticed that you behaved kindly towards me. Apart from this reason however I’m not certain myself: I like you in return for a reason that I can’t put my finger on either."

Zinalya thought to herself deeply about this weirdly complex concept of attraction. "Maybe we’re not supposed to understand why we’ve got feelings for each other. Do you believe in destiny?"

"It depends on the specific context." Said Khan.

"Well I think the bigger reason could be because it’s pre-destined and it literally is what’s meant to happen."

Khan nodded his head, slowly and gracefully, in understanding of this theory. "If we are pre-destined to be together as you say, then I think I should be fully honest with you - I should tell you about how it all began. The events that ultimately led to my revival last year and everything that followed."

"Okay." There came her own nod again. "I do know that at one point back in the 20th century you were a world leader, the head of a large empire, but that's all I know about you, so I would like to learn more." She sat down on the floor in front of the glass, anticipating that what was about to follow might take some time.

Khan quietly took a breath and he, too, sat down, the right side of his body leaning lightly against the glass. "The first four years of my life were rather peaceful - most of the memories I had from back that far became vague over time so I had to find out later on by doing my own research, but I lived during those first years in India, with my mother." He began. "Her name was Dr. Sarina Kaur, a biochemist who had, around that time, been carrying out experiments and investigations into asexual reproduction."

"Asexual reproduction? Like how plants and some insects have children without having to...?" She trailed off at the end, realising how awkward the rest of her sentence was going to be.

"Yes." Khan, luckily, answered what she was trying to query without her having to put in this ending. "I found out when I did my own exploration into the four early years that I was apparently conceived by her via artificial insemination. And it was entirely artificial - she'd managed to perfect her theory of creating a human child from a single parent without the need for a donor of any kind, dubbed the Chrysalis Project. I was born in the year 1970, so this was quite a notable scientific achievement for the time." Zinalya was still listening intently, while he continued, now with a feeling of poignancy shown upon his face, "I was initially conceived as another one of her experiments, which is why she gave me minor changes and enhancements in my DNA that created my different eye colour and accent and my light skin tone, allegedly whilst I was still in utero, as well as a small mental enhancement allowing me to recall early memories more easily. But I still remember clearly that once I’d been born, she was the kindest and most loving person I had ever known."

"She sounds like she was a really sweet woman. I think I would've liked to meet her if she was still around today." The lieutenant-commander opined with a gentle smile, knowing in her mind that based on how long ago the 1970s were, Sarina would have been long gone by that time.

"She was. When I was still very young, she had a pet dog named Cinder, a border collie I believe; he had already reached old age when I was born and he died when I was two years old, but before then it was just me, Cinder and my mother together in New Delhi as a family. And then one day, another two years later, I found out that she died, as well."

"What happened to her?"

"Something went wrong at her laboratory. It caused a fire which she was killed by as she tried to escape." He said. "I'd been out that day, playing in the streets with some of the other children who lived nearby. Her parents lived in Kolkata, meaning there was no one close enough to take care of me, so I spent the next year living on those streets. The first few days I spent moving from place to place with my blanket in my hands and I spent most of those nights crying until I cried myself to sleep." Zinalya felt her chest tighten at the sight of the wistful look in his eyes. "Until I met another boy, Tanvir Acharya. He was three years older than me and was also an orphan on the streets, and was the leader of a small group of others which he allowed me to join. Me and him became friends to the point where we both considered each other as a brother figure, but a year on, we and the rest of the group were taken, among numerous other orphans, for experimentation."

"Is that what made you into an Augment? What gave you all your abilities?"

"It was - there was a total of twenty-four boys including myself and fifteen girls who were subjected to genetic engineering over the course of several years, for the purpose of eventually becoming living weapons. Seven years after our capture, in 1982, Tanvir and I devised a plan to escape and then later come back in the hopes of liberating the others in addition, and we both ran off in different directions. I made it to the Gobi Desert before I was found by Dr. Heisen, the director of the eugenics project responsible for our augmentations, and was recaptured and returned to the research facility by the use of a neural inhibitor in my body, which doubled as a tracking beacon. All thirty-nine of us had each been implanted with one for controlling us with pain if need be." The wistful expression began to gradually amplify itself. "After I was returned, I discovered that Tanvir had also been recaptured, but the use of his own inhibitor had killed him: he was born with a heart defect which was never treated, so the electric shocks from his inhibitor had stopped his heart from beating." 

He remembered how truly awful he’d felt at this moment way back when - a twelve year old boy holding the corpse of his best friend, his older brother figure, in his arms and entering back into what he did during those first few lonely nights on the New Delhi streets, which was crying his eyes out.

"Oh god..." Said Zinalya.

"Three more years on from then, I successfully removed my own inhibitor and those of the others and killed Heisen myself." He moved on from this particular part of the story before he lost himself in the memory, hissing the sentence with a small edge of aggression in his tone. "From there, we escaped and gradually released other eugenics subjects in various countries across the world, and I imagine the rest is familiar to you."

"You set up your empire in the early 1990s and ruled over half of Earth." She confirmed. "Before you escaped the planet with seventy-two other Augments later."

"It was our belief that the rest of the human race couldn’t properly look after itself. Myself and a few others infiltrated world governments in 1990 and established our own, leading to the beginning of the Eugenics Wars in 1992. It was during this time when I did my research into the finer details of my origins, and one of the other things I eventually uncovered was my mother's naming process for me: I was named Khan after one of her grandfathers, she gave me my surname after the 15th century poet Singh el Bashir, and my middle name was after Noonien Prasad, her boyfriend who died from lung cancer while she was pregnant with me. We were attacked during my reign that followed by the non-Augment governments and threatened with nuclear weaponry, but I refused to retaliate with my own."

"I remember; you told me once on the Enterprise that yours was one of the few Augment governments where there wasn’t anything like genocide or the other worst parts of a dictatorship." Zinalya, who was currently leaning the back of her own body against the glass, stretched her legs out so that she was sitting with them in front of her and craned her head around to look at him. "You had the threat of total destruction over you and you still stood your ground without using the same weapons..."

"At one point, me and my own followers were also attacked by another Augment leader, although as you can see I was the one who won the battle." She could see his eyes becoming misty at this point. "But my leadership still almost cost me everyone I knew throughout this last year. In 1996, we were forced to flee to Australia and board a sleeper ship which we christened the SS Botany Bay, and then came Marcus' discovery of us." A tear slid ever so slowly down out of his left eye while the other one was still welling up. "If it is destiny which has brought me here to you in this time, then it must have a perverse way of thinking. I'm not certain whether or not I should be thankful for those circumstances."

"I'm so sorry." The security chief was finding his tears to be contagious. "I wish me and the others knew what was going on - he was manipulating you and threatening to take away every person you had left who mattered to you, and we did nothing..."

"You mustn't blame yourself, Zinalya." Khan turned to face her slightly more, and then came the tear from his right eye to match the one on his left cheek. "I'm sorry that I've gotten us into this current situation." He placed his index and middle fingertips from his left hand onto the surface of his side of the glass to indicate what he meant: they were separated from each other by nothing more than a thin material, and faced with the uncertainty of whether they'd be allowed to go into exile together or be well and truly separated indefinitely.

She gently shook her head and did the same with that of her right hand, turning her position herself to make it so that it was the left side of her body up against the glass instead of her back, as it had been previously. "It's okay. I know half your life's been hard - you didn't deserve those deaths of Tanvir or your mum, Khan. You didn't deserve any of the bad things that happened to you at all."

Hers were somewhat more free-flowing compared to his, but Khan and Zin just let their tears stream out in each other's company. The former shifted his position again in terms of how his head was inclined, which now made it look to anyone seeing it from in front of or behind them like they were leaning into each other with her head on his shoulder and his own head on the top of hers. They sat there for a while, in a silence laced with unspoken tenderness between them.

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[perphesone]

for your prompt thing- t'pura? (T'Pring and Uhura) anything t'pura

Behold! An idea of how T’Pring might contact Uhura in the aftermath of Amok Time. I feel like this is the beginning of a longer fic coming in the future...

When the communication arrived, Nyota was already in bed after the latest long alpha shift in a line of long alpha shifts. On days like this, it was all she could do to be grateful that no one had died – and on Mr. Spock’s home planet, of all places, someone really could have died. She’d hardly believed it when Christine told her afterwards what had happened; how the captain had been forced to feign death to avoid being killed by the commander in a strange vulcan ritual. Even knowing how little she knew about the mysteries of vulcan custom, she had never imagined that such arcane practices would be maintained that demanded bloodshed between friends and brothers.

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She wished that she could speak to Mr. Spock about it, but she wasn’t sure it would be wise to even tell him that she knew. She and Christine shared everything with each other, but only under strictest confidence.

Nyota couldn’t help laughing to herself when she remembered the most extraordinary thing Christine had told her – that Mr. Spock had smiled at the captain, pearly whites and everything, when he’d seen that the apparent fatality had only been a trick.

Like someone had overheard her giggling and wanted in on the joke, that was when her comm unit chirped. She furrowed her brow, sitting up with displeasure. She saw on the viewscreen that someone was requesting a video comm. The request came from an unidentified comm signature… located on Vulcan? Who on Vulcan would be calling her for a private comm?

Suspicious, but curious, she ordered the lights to 20% and pulled herself out of bed, wrapping herself in a robe along the way.

“This is Lieutenant Uhura,” she said, slipping easily into the pleasant voice she used while on duty, “putting you through to video now.”

She accepted the video request and began adjusting the dials to accept the right signal frequencies to show the clearest image. When she saw the picture flicker to life on the screen, she looked up to see who it could be and gasped.

“T’Pring!”

“Greetings, Lieutenant Uhura,” said the woman. “I require thy assistance.”

And it was T’Pring. Nyota recognized her with certainty now that the image had reached clarity. No longer dressed up in the silver clothes of the ceremony, with her black hair pulled into two thick braids worn over her shoulders, she nevertheless retained a stiff, formal quality. She held her back and her neck very straight, upright, and her deep brown eyes were completely solemn.

Nyota realized she’d been staring. She shook her head, rattling herself out of her thoughts. “What can I do?” she asked.

“I am in need of a tutor,” T’Pring said. Before Nyota could ask for clarification, she went on. “I have spent the last six of your hours in contemplation. I have decided that I am no longer interested in the life which I would have on Vulcan, would I remain here. This change has come to me quite suddenly, and so I am unprepared. It is not my custom to be unprepared. Excuse me, I digress. I intend to leave Vulcan, but I am not educated in the dealings of other beings. I do not know the ways of outworlders. Thee are a most accomplished scholar of the ways of many kinds of outworlders. I would have thee teach me, that I might prepare for my journey and select an optimal destination.”

Nyota felt her brows draw together. “Well, I want to help you, T’Pring, but I’m not sure…”

“We may conduct lessons through this medium,” T’Pring said quickly. “I am aware that thee are not a tutor by profession and I assure thee that my expectations are appropriate. I would only gain from thy experience some part of what I lack in foreknowledge before I embark.”

The Enterprise hummed all around them.

“Please, Lieutenant.”

T’Pring’s eyes were shining.

Before she knew it, Nyota found herself agreeing to the proposal. T’Pring informed her that she would contact her again at the same time the next evening, after Nyota’s shift had ended, and their first lesson would commence. She had no demands as to the subject matter or the scope. She said again that all she wanted was to learn from Nyota’s experience, of which she had read very much.

Just as abruptly as the comm had arrived, it had ended, and Nyota was left alone again in her quarters. Her eyes drifted from the video receiver to her bed, with its petal-pink satin cover pushed down invitingly and its plush, Plutonian-mineral-down-stuffed pillows still holding the vague imprint of her head and shoulders, reminding her that she belonged there for the next eight hours.

She clicked her tongue and turned instead to her personal computer. Feeling a little silly, she opened up her own mission reports. T’Pring had asked for lessons from her own experience, but what would be useful to her? Nyota scanned the logs to remind herself of what she’d done in the past two years since joining the crew of the Enterprise. All the places they’d been, all the species they’d encountered… but where to start?

It was after three in the morning, ship’s time, before she let her tired body carry her to bed. She shut her eyes, her mind still buzzing about alien planets and strange, new languages and customs. She fell asleep and she dreamed in Andorian.

TO BE CONTINUED...?

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[cryptidophelia]

Define “alright”

Pairing: Spock x reader Requested by: anon Prompt: gender neutral (anxiety having) reader with Spock helping them and teaching them to meditate to help with the anxiety Word count: 397 A/n: I feel like this is a little ooc but like whatever it’s fun

“Lieutenant y/ln, are you alright?” Commander Spock asked you while you two were standing in the turbolift together.

“Define “alright”,” you muttered.

Spock opened his mouth and you sighed. “I’m sorry,” you said quickly, “that was rude of me. I know what you meant, and no I’m not,” you admitted. You didn’t know why you were telling him about it, but he did ask so you figured you might as well.

“Ah,” Spock said awkwardly.

You didn’t even know Vulcans could be awkward. It made you feel a little better. You took his awkwardness as a sign to take the lead in the conversation.

“I have anxiety,” you explained, “and it’s extremely hard to deal with, that’s all.”

Spock considered your words, tilting his head thoughtfully. “I see,” he said.

You nodded at him slowly. “Yeah…” you said.

“May I make a suggestion?” he asked.

“Please, go ahead,” you said.

“Meditation is a tool that Vulcans use to help stabilize themselves,” Spock said. “Perhaps that would help you with your anxiety.”

“Thank you, Mr. Spock, but I’ve attempted to meditate before. I’m not quite sure how to do it properly,” you said.

“If you would like, I could assist you,” Spock offered.

“That would be wonderful,” you said, trying not to sound too surprised or enthusiastic.

“We could meet in a neutral location on the ship,” Spock said, “but I am not sure that any of them would provide the privacy meditation would require. If the idea does not make you uncomfortable, may I suggest using my quarters?”

You took a deep breath, not knowing what to say. Spock was being so kind to you, you weren’t really prepared for such a reaction.

“Yeah, that’d be great!” you said. “Would tonight be okay? If that’s not too forward of me.”

“It would be, in your words, okay,” Spock said. “I believe our shifts end at the same time. Meet me in my quarters thirty minutes after. That should be a sufficient amount of time for the event.”

“Okay,” you said, “I’ll see you later then.”

“Yes,” Spock agreed.

The turbolift doors opened, and you recognized that it was your destination. You hesitated as you wondered whether or not to say goodbye, then decided that would be illogical.

You stepped through the doors, and when they closed you let out a deep sigh.

You couldn’t wait for tonight.

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[spirkpride]

My Fave Spirk Fics

(!) = Smut

(*) = I love this fic and have gone back to re-read multiple times

(-) = Short fic

(|) = Long Fic

Listening Skills by Aelimir (-)

K/S. Spock has concluded that the Captain doesn't listen to him. Uhura, as the communications officer, disagrees. What is the real problem? AU set before "Into Darkness." Rating changed due to reviewer suggestion. :)

Thy Soul, Alight In The Dark by Aerlalaith (|)

When disgraced former Starfleet captain and current salvage runner James T. Kirk stumbles upon what appears to be an abandoned Vulcan research vessel on the edge of Federation Space, he thinks he’s finally found some luck. The state of the ship and the fate of her original crew however, turn what was supposed to have been a standard day’s work into something quite a bit stranger. As Kirk and his crew debate if they can—or should—wake a sleeping survivor, it soon becomes clear that the nightmare is just beginning.

In Another World by ashayamspirk (!)

Starfleet believed Jim Kirk was destined for command. Jim Kirk would prefer to leave his father's long Starfleet reputation behind him and dedicate himself to xeno-botany. Offered a position to work on hybrid plants on Vulcan, Jim is put into contact with a tutor, the blind xenolinguistics professor, Spock. It's only after meeting him that Jim realizes how he and Spock are connected, and why the Vulcan hates him so much.But then fate has other ideas, and long after Jim leaves earth for Vulcan, they're thrown into each other's paths once again.

Designated by ashayamspirk (!)

“I would like you to read over the contract and consider what you are agreeing to before you sign,” Spock says, and reaches for the PADD on the table.And because Jim is an absolute dipshit who thinks nothing through ever at all, he just shrugs and uses his fingers to scroll to the bottom, signs, and hits send. Amok Time AU

Vulcan Keeping and Other Problems by t_3po (*)

Where's the manual for raising nerdy young Vulcans chasing after local bad boys when you actually need it?

I Will Have This by ashayamspirk (!) (series has been discontinued, consider the first story in the series a one shot)

Just as she finished adding a small box of sweets to her items, she felt a tug on the sleeve of her robe. Turning, she had a smile prepared, and a praise on the tip of her tongue for whatever item her son had chosen. That turned into a sharp gasp when she realized that carefully ensconced in her son’s arms was not any item for sale in the shop, but a very human baby. “Mother, I will have this.”

Something Smart To To by kianspo (|) (!)

In which Jim finds himself fake-married to his first officer every other month. It's not his fault. Mostly. Dowries and Klingons are involved. Starfleet is decidedly not amused.

When You’re Making Other Plans by lah_mrh

Jim always thought the absence of a soulmark on his arm meant he didn't have a soulmate. When he and Spock team up to take down Nero, he discovers how wrong he was.

Somewhere to Begin by jouissant (|)

Everything's fine between Jim and Spock at the end of the first five year mission, or so Jim thinks. But then Spock up and leaves San Francisco without so much as a goodbye, and Jim's suddenly faced with the prospect of life without his first officer...unless he can go to New York and win Spock back.

Of Spocks and Socks by gentleau (-) (*)

The giving of gifts is a most illogical practice, Spock doesn’t know how to be in a human relationship, and no one ever talks to Jim about anything.

My Soul, Reflected, or Mirror Kirk Sucks at Wooing by Nicnac (-) (*)

Five times Kirk tried to win his soulmate over, and one time Spock succeeded without really trying.

Star Trek: T-Shirts, Jackets, and Kisses by IBegToDreamAndDiffer

Or, how Jim outed them to the crew, how Spock outed them to the Academy, and how they outed themselves to Earth at large.

Everything’s Alright by VicBaylies (-) (!)

Set sometime after Amok Time. Spock suffers a relapse of Pon Farr, and Kirk is there to help him out. Somewhat established relationship

Spaceships, Private Jets, and Minivans: How to Start a Global Incident in 5 Minutes Flat by Scientia_Fantasia (|)

One early summer morning in Riverside, Iowa, a spacecraft crash lands into the backyard of a highschooler by the name of James T. Kirk.Earth history is changed forever.

To Catch A Fish by Darksknight (!) (*)

Spock’s realized that while he treasures his deep friendship with Jim, he’s come to desire more. He sets out to tell Jim of his feelings, but finds the task... considerably more difficult than he'd first imagined it to be.

Plucked by cembular (!)

Spock loses his virginity to his captain and boyfriend. PWP

This is Bumbles by PurpleFluffyCat (!) (-) (*)

This porny, fluffy, slightly-cracky(!) fic was written for a Star Trek kink meme. The prompt suggested subverting the usual trope of Vulcans in pon farr as aggressive and uber-dominant, and read as follows:"Spock's in pon farr. Jim finds out and offers to help him out! Instead of being aggressive in pon farr, Spock is super loving, emotional and sweet. Bonus if it takes Jim off guard!"

In Any Language by Enterprisingly (!) (-)

A love story in 10 parts. Based on a tumblr post about relationship words that do not translate to English.

Aubade by jouissant (-) (*)

In which a child is born, and nobody is ever going to sleep ever again.

Sudden Insight by falsepremise (!) (|)

Jim experiences a sudden insight- he is in love with Spock. Fortunately, Spock Prime foresaw this eventuality and has ensured that Jim will have access to the knowledge that he needs to seduce his t'hy'la.

Another Way Jim and Spock Could Meet as Kids by Seasnake (-)

Your heart’s sudden but inevitable betrayal by WhatIfImaMermaid (-)

Every once in while, when he’s feeling the perfect combination of nostalgic and impish, he asks Spock about that night. Most times Spock just smiles that non-smile of his into the curve of Jim's neck, and says nothing.

Or:

They first meet in a bar. In San Francisco. After one of Jim’s epic brawls.

Blue Fields by WerewolvesAreReal (|) (*)

In his thirteenth year James Kirk ends up on Tarsus IV with his aunt and uncle. During the famine he takes refuge with a six year-old named Kevin Riley and a young half-Vulcan.

Missing Pieces by IchabodNasty (Effulgent) (*)

Spock is very young when he loses his leg, he feels like he is incomplete until he meets one James T. Kirk.

The Stars Seem Familiar by lallyloo (-) (*)

After a transporter incident, de-aged Spock Prime is left in the care of Jim Kirk. Nu Spock becomes illogically jealous of Spock Prime. De-aged fluff fic.

Bragging Rights by Ragdoll (Keshka) (!) (*) (|)

AU. Two and a half years into his time at Starfleet Academy, Cadet Jim Kirk meets Lieutenant-Commander Spock, and the sparks begin to fly.

Dynamic by coffee666

Jim is tired of the crew assuming he and Spock don't work well together just because they happen to disagree a lot. To prove them wrong, Jim convinces Spock they should start dating.

Playing up their romantic relationship in front of the crew for spite should be fun. The hard part is that they're both secretly crushing on each other.

Ardor by ThereBeWhalesHere (!)

AU where everything is the same, but when Vulcans find their soulmate they sense it through their pheromones. These pheromones are, well, incredibly insistent. Spock's pretty sure he's immune to them until he meets one James T. Kirk. Really this is just an excuse to write sexually-frustrated!Spock who's pretty much DTF from the get-go.

cast out fear by s0mmerspr0ssen (|) (*)

Kirk saves Vulcan from Nero at high cost to himself. It falls to Spock to pick up the pieces.

A Theoretical Novelty by FallacyFallacy (!) (|)

So, it turned out that Jim's skill at chess was the hottest thing Spock had ever experienced. He only wished he hadn't found that out in the middle of the rec room. Repeatedly. Written for Kink_Bingo for 'Humiliation (In Public)'.

Some Cupid by summerofspock (-) (!)

Tired of their childish fighting, McCoy sets out to set up Jim and Spock. Antics ensue. (i.e. that time i wrote Much Ado About Nothing using Kirk and Spock)

Devil’s Bargain by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) (!)

Set after TMP. Spock’s impending pon farr makes him wary of agreeing to a second five-year mission, so Kirk agrees to lend a hand (so to speak) should the situation arise. What could possibly go wrong?

Written for the KiScon 2012 zine. Beta-read by jaylee_g with additional editing by arminaa.

That One Time When Jim and Spock Met Their Daughter From the Future by pristineungift

You know your day is going to be weird when some kid you’ve never seen before calls you ‘Papa.’

The level of human emotional and physical sexual satisfaction as determined by one’s partner; an examination of the accuracy of the tiered interpretation as applied to male, homosexual couples by Aerlalaith (-)

Or, in which Kirk and Spock have sex for science.

Searching for Everything by notboldly (!)

Spock never expected his youthful indiscretions to affect his future. Fortunately, Jim is too stubborn to let that happen.

Santa, Baby by rabidchild67

Spock is a department store Santa. Hilarity ensues.

Reasons We Should Date: A Logical Approach by iknewaman (*) (-)

Jim really wants to get across to Spock how well they are together, but he's not sure how to go about it.

Eventually he decides fuck it, the simplest way to get Spock to understand is to walk him through it, and he does so using the wonderful medium of digital presentations.

What We Don't Say (or The Epic Wedding of Jim and Spock) museaway (-)

The first time Jim proposes, they’re naked.

Bang a Gong by waketosleep (|) (!) (*)

The chronicles of the Sad Bastards Club (Enterprise Chapter).

It was just the two of us by sinking_m (-)

Again, everyone knows except for Jim

Measure of Happiness by writeonclara (|)

When Spock chose Starfleet over the Vulcan Science Academy, he had not anticipated cohabiting with the most illogical, irrational, emotional human he ever met.

On the flip side, Jim never asked for a Vulcan chaperone, especially one as snotty as Spock, son of Sarek.

A Starfleet Academy AU in which Spock adapts to human life, Jim learns very, very quickly never to play a prank on a Vulcan, and there are far too many people after Jim Kirk's life.

No-Win Scenario by CateAdams (!)

A split-second decision changes Jim’s life forever, as a desperate bid for survival results in a bond with Spock. As Jim tries to understand their new connection, he must contend with his own inner struggles. Surprising new enemies are revealed and unexpected threats emerge, and Jim must come to terms with the true significance of their bond before it is too late.

Through Chekov's Eyes by littlebirdtold (!)

In which Mr. Spock hates Chekov and terrorizes the crew, Captain Kirk has the best poker face on the ship, Chekov never means to eavesdrop, Uhura gets some curves, Kirk gets cock-blocked, Spock gets off, McCoy pulls rank, Spock pulls Kirk's pigtails, and love sucks.

Friends With Benefits For Idiots by yaoichan12 (|) (!)

Spock loves Jim but won't tell him. Jim loves Spock but won't tell him. They get to talking about friends with benefits and end up agreeing to start that type of relationship. Both think that's all they'll ever get to have with one another, so they keep their mouth shut about their feelings and just have sex.

Chess, and other Aphrodisiacs by obsidienne (!) (*) (|)

When Jim is brought up on charges of academic dishonesty, he decides to find out who his accuser is.

As You Wish by writeonclara (|) (*)

It's probably a phenomenally bad idea to let someone named Lucifer grant you seven wishes, but, well, why the hell not? Maybe then Jim can finally have that perfect command team from the other universe he so desperately wants.

Then again, wishing that Spock would loosen up a bit shouldn't land him in pre-Reform Vulcan.

Maybe he'll get it right next time.

Sure Thing by FagurFiskur (!) (-) (*)

Based on this prompt:

Because of his reputation (which initally came from nowhere) men have always assumed Kirk is a sure thing and have never tried to seduced Kirk... just used the old wham, bam thank you ma'am (or sir in this case)and have rarely bothed about his pleasure. (...)

(...)So suddenly Kirk finds himself being courted by Spock... at first Kirk thinks it is Spock trying to mess with his mind because Spock is still pissed about the 'cheating' incident but is soon disabused of that notion and he finds himself in his first loving, committed relationship in his life.

Echolocation by Darksknight (-)

Kirk and Spock don’t realize that they’ve bonded right away. The rest of the crew is a different story.

Eavesdropping by coffee666 (-) (!) (*)

Jim knows for a fact that Spock and Uhura and talking about him when they start whispering in Vulcan. He has no idea what they're saying, until he takes it upon himself to learn the language.

___

Spock gushes about his crush on Jim, having no idea that Jim can understand him

Subtext by noodleinabarrel (*)

Texting your Vulcan first officer in the middle of the night is never a good idea. Especially when you have an obsessive crush on said Vulcan.

The holidays are approaching and Jim is left entirely Spockless aboard the Enterprise when his First takes shore leave on New Vulcan. After some midnight pining, Jim sends a text he instantly regrets. That is, until Spock responds and willingly continues their textual communications to an inevitable conclusion.

Pyromania by sinestrated (-) (!)

Jim has been burning bridges since childhood. The Enterprise and Spock eventually change that.

Limits of Interpretation, or: So You Want to Date a Vulcan by druxykexy (*)

Kirk learns that, when it comes to the cultural habits of Vulcans, it's not a good idea to trust other people's research. Spock gets to see a different side of his captain (that may or may not exist). There's a reboot of the TOS episode "Shore Leave" somewhere in the middle of all this.

Note: The McCoy/Barrows relationship is fairly background, and is included due to its presence in the episode.

Armchair Psychology bigmamag (-)

McCoy forces Kirk and Spock to write an ongoing list of things they like about each other. Kirk doesn’t know if he’ll be able to make his weekly quota. At least, not at first.

Blind Date by Aelimir (-) (*)

McCoy convinces Jim to go on a blind date. Only, things don't go as planned.

Abrams-style, except for that fact that George lived.

Perception by Aelimir (-)

Everything happened like it did in 2009, except the Narada never attacked Vulcan. After several missions, Pike retires and Jim is appointed in his place. The downside? He's required to have Spock, that bastard who tried to get him kicked out of Starfleet, as his First Officer.

Jim soon learns that perception is everything, and not all is as it seems.

So Wise We Grow by Deastar (|) (*)

"Commander Spock, we have located your son," the Vulcan lady on the screen says, which would be great, except Jim can tell by the look on Spock's face that he's never heard of this kid before in his life. "If it is expedient, the child will be sent to join you on the Enterprise within the week."

Looking to the Stars (Like They've Got All the Answers) by shards_of_divinity (!) (|)

Jim and Spock's relationship is on the edge of something deeper than friendship. When their kidnapper's ship crashes to an uncharted and uninhabited planet, Jim and Spock have to fight to stay alive, and the strength of their uncertain relationship is tested when Spock enters Pon Farr...

we have not touched the stars by prouvairing (-) (*)

Sometimes they’ll also ask him why he hasn’t gone out and chased his soulbond yet.

Jim will point to the sky, and say, “The moon’s always there, babe. Don’t need to go chasin’ after her.”

It is January, year 2063. Humanity has quietly achieved interstellar travel, and Jim Kirk’s soulbond stretches into the stars.

These things tend to get messy by WhatIfImaMermaid (!) (-)

A lot, Jim tells himself. A lot of heartbreak.

Or:

It begins because aliens make them do it, and then it becomes one of those things.

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[all-sortsa-stuff]

Time for a change, part 5

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Word Count: 2122

Warning: Mild language

Part 1, part 2,  part 3,  part 4 

McCoy set your limp body down on the biobed as Chapel handed him a tricorder.  She set the bed to monitor your vital signs closely as he scanned over you.  “Damn it. There is a bleed that was not there before.  I would bet my license that it is this radiation exacerbating the trauma.  We need to fix this before any major damage is done.  We may need to decompress the brain as well.”  Chapel nodded before moving across the sickbay to bring in the equipment to monitor your brain activity and intracranial pressure more closely. The doctor administered another hypospray to prevent further bleeding.    The team worked quickly and rather quietly knowing that time was of the essence to save you.

Within minutes, the biobed alarmed as your vital signs began to fluctuate.  The oxygen saturation levels along with your respirations were dropping quickly.  “She is going into respiratory arrest.  Between the trauma to her brain and the bleed, there is pressure on the brain stem.  We are going to have to intubate.”  The nurse beside him moved quickly to bring the equipment he needed.  “You better not die on me [Y/N].  I refuse to tell Jim you didn’t make it.”

 Meanwhile on the bridge, Jim was coordinating the efforts of moving the ship from the anomaly.  It seemed the calculations you had devised were sound and Scotty along with Chekov were recalibrating the shields and deflectors as fast as the crippled ship would allow.  When everything was settled in their own processes, Jim finally took the time to breathe.  His ship looked to be on the mend and hopefully on its way back to safety.  The bridge crew was busy with their tasks, it was then Jim decided to check on you.  He felt horrible having to leave you in the mess hall earlier but the entire ship and crew were in danger.  Now that things had settled just a bit he wanted to make sure you were all right. He gave over bridge command to Spock and headed towards sickbay.

As the turbolift moved, he thought about the last couple days with you.  It had been a rare thing for him to find someone that was not only beautiful, but also enjoyable to talk to as well.  Jim wanted to find out every detail about you.  It was somewhat scary for him, but seeing your smile or that blush that appeared on your cheeks when he asked a deeper question only made him want to find out more. The realization came quickly that you would not be on the ship for much longer.  You were not part of his crew but merely a passenger on the way to your next assignment. Once the Enterprise had docked at York Town, you would be whisked off to the Gracen Lok to further research terraforming new worlds.

That thought caused a pain in his chest.  He wanted you here on the Enterprise where he could see you as much as he wanted.  In fact, it was something he wanted more than anything at that moment.  Jim started formulating a plan to get you to stay here with him.  By the time he was finished you would never want to leave. A bright smiled covered his face as he walked into the sickbay.  He searched around the main area biobeds for you.  The commotion coming out of one of the exam rooms caught his attention. Chapel walked out of the room in a hurry grabbing some medication hypos before turning back.  She saw Jim and stopped in her tracks.  The look on her face told him there was something serious going on.  He ran to the door of the exam room, feeling like the air had been knocked out of himwhen he saw your body lying there on the bed. You were covered by different equipment and had a tube for breathing.

Jim had not realized he had said anything until Bones turned out to look at his friend.  “Jim, we are doing everything we can…”

“What happened?  She was fine when she left the bridge.  What the hell happened to her?!”  He tried to run to your side but Bones stopped him.

“She started screaming in the turbolift about pain in her head, then she collapsed.  There is swelling in her brain from the trauma to her head as well as a bleed, which I think was intensified by the radiation. [Y/N] is unable to breathe on her own right now, so we are doing it for her.  Jim, we are watching her closely.  I am not going to rest until she wakes up.  It is the least I could do for what she did for this crew.”  Jim looked shell shocked listening to Bones as he stared at your unconscious form.

“She has to wake up. I… I want her to stay on this ship. Stay with here with me.”  His words quiet and broken.  Bones laid a hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him as best he could.

“Give her a few days to let her body heal.  Give me time to do what I can to help her along.  Go check on the ship, I have a few things to do before I let her rest for the night.”  Jim nodded rubbing his eyes and face before walking out of the sickbay without a word.

 The days that followed consisted of engineering finishing the work needed and the ship beginning its trek through the anomaly back towards York Town.  The estimated time was three days to be completely free of it and eight days to reach their destination.  Jim barely slept or ate.  He would go between the bridge to monitor the progress and the sickbay to watch over you.  Bones was not much different.  He slept in his office when he could and lived on coffee.  Chapel several times had covered them both with blankets when they passed out from sheer exhaustion.  Neither were doing well and it was starting to show in their attitudes.  Jim was becoming more frustrated by the day that you were not waking up, which in turn he took out on Bones, being the closest person to the situation.  Bones would rake his hand through his hair making it all the more unruly.

On the third day your vital signs had started to stabilize but Bones was cautious.  He did not want to tell Jim just yet as not to get his hopes up if something else went wrong.  Jim was unable to get down to the sickbay for most of the day.  There had been engine issues then structural integrity issues once the Enterprise was free.  So he did not get to see that Bones was slowly weaning down the oxygen assistance for you.  At the end of the day, you were breathing completely on your own though you had not woken up yet. The hope was that you would in the next twenty four to forty eight hours.  

By the time Jim had made it down to see you, it was late and the lights in the room, dim.  He curled up in the same chair he had since you had been there, falling asleep quickly.  Sometime later in the night, you stirred.  The pain in your head was aching badly and your whole body felt sore and stiff.  It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room.  You were confused as to why you were in the sickbay and why Jim was sleeping in the chair.

“Jim?”  You called quietly to him.  Even your throat hurt.  The man did not stir from his chair.  “Jim…” Trying louder this time, your raw throat protested.  His head moved to back against the chair a moment, blinking hard trying to figure out what woke him.  Looking towards you, he expected to see you still lying there unconscious.  He nearly fell out of the chair trying to get to the bed once he saw you were looking at him.

“[Y/N], you’re awake. Oh my God.  Are you feeling all right?  Does it hurt anywhere?”  You covered his lips with your fingers.

“Shhh, my head is killing me.  Why am I in sickbay?”  He laughed as he lightly kissed your forehead.  

“Do you remember hitting your head?”  It took a moment but you did finally recall the breakfast interruption and being thrown from the chair, slamming your head on the deck.

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well you had some major head injury and a bleed of some sort.  You couldn’t breathe on your own.  Bones wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”  His words nearly stopped your heart.  You had been so close to death and would never have known.  However, here Jim was watching over you while you slept.  “I’m so damn happy you are awake and okay.  I don’t know if I have ever been so scared in my life.”  Smiling up at him, you rested your hand on his cheek.  

“How long have I been out?”

“Three days.  Three of the longest damned days of my life. Between coming here and making sure you hadn’t left me, I had to make sure your brilliant plan was being carried out. Because of you, the Enterprise made it out of the anomaly and we are on our way back to York Town for repairs.  You saved everyone.”  Your face lit up in the darkness of the room at his praise.  All the work you had done over the years led you to this moment.  Your work had done more than just study radiation it had served a purpose and saved lives.  

Bones appeared in the doorway, then let out a sigh of relief as he saw you two talking.  “About damn time you woke up.  I was hours away from having to sedate him so he could get some rest. How you feelin’ kid?”  Both of you looking back to him.

“My head hurts but I think I am all right.  Memories are a little fuzzy and stiff all over.”  He walked up raising the lighting of the room slightly, giving you time to adjust.  Injecting you with a hypospray, the pain started to dull giving you much relief.

“I will make sure you are comfortable now that you are awake.  As long as you behave and do what I say, I will let you out of here in a couple days.  Deal?” Holding out your hand to him to shake, you quietly agreed.

“Deal.”  

 Both of you made good on your word and you were released two days later.  There were three days left in the voyage to York Town.  You and Jim spent as much time as you could together in between his shifts on the bridge.  You had spent the three days in his quarters still trying to recuperate, sleeping in his bed while he slept on the couch.  He wanted you as close as possible.  The Enterprise was to dock at 0600 the next morning.  Jim had been jumpy most of the day.  Finally, you could not take it anymore.

“What is going on with you? You seem so… off.  Jim talk to me.”  You were sat on his couch with your legs up looking over at him as he mindlessly rubbed your feet.

“I’m fine…”  You gave him a look like ‘tell me another story’.  He sighed loud before it all came out.  “Okay, well I want you to stay.  Stay here on the Enterprise with me.  I mean for the ship too.  You are brilliant and we could use another brilliant science officer who saves the ship in her spare time.  You deserve better than scouting missions on the Gracen Lok.  Everyone wants you to stay.  Especially me, I want you to stay.  Please stay.” Every word had come out in a hurried mess that you had to take a moment or two to process it all.  He really wanted you to stay.

“Yes.”  You said quietly.  He was not looking at you in fear of what you were going to say.

“Look you don’t have to decide now… Wait did you say yes?”  His blue eyes were large as he looked over at you.  Laughing, you nodded over at him.

“I want to stay on the Enterprise… with you.”  Jim let out a whoop and jumped over to pin you on the couch in a tight embrace.  

“I promise you, [Y/N], I am going to do everything I can in my power, to make sure you don’t regret that decision.”  He kissed you to seal that promise and the promise of what you two would have in the future.

 Epilogue

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I’ve Got You Under My Skin

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS). Pairing:  Reader x Bones. Prompt: Requested by @trekken81 – Bones fluff. Word Count: 3713. Warnings: None. Rating: Teen+. Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, darlin’!  This semester has been kicking my ass.  I hope you like this!  Soulmate AU – tattoos.

I’ve Got You Under My Skin You take a deep breath as you climb out of the shuttle that has just delivered you to your new post as head nurse on the U.S.S. Enterprise.  Looking around, you’re already thrown by the ship’s grandeur – its shuttle bay alone is easily three times the size of the one on the Enyo.  As your gaze travels back down from the ceiling, you’re met with the sight of the captain, the first officer, and another man standing in the doorway to the rest of the ship. “Welcome aboard,” he addresses you and the handful of other new crew members standing around you.  “My name is James Tiberius Kirk and I’ll be your new captain. To my right is Commander Spock, my first officer, and to my left you’ll find our Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy.  I trust you’re all ready to devote yourselves to this ship and its mission.” You and the others nod and the captain continues with a bright and easy smile.

“A formal welcome will be had in the commissary this evening,” he explains.  “In the meantime, Yeoman Tsang will show you to your quarters.  As soon as you’re settled in, please report to medical for your intake assessments.  Once Dr. McCoy clears you for duty, you may report to your stations for orientation, and I’ll see you all in the mess at 1900 hours.” The captain takes his leave, followed by the two other officers, and a young, bright-eyed Yeoman rushes forward, allowing you just enough time to collect your bags before leading you off on a brief tour of the ship.  Your mouth hangs open in awe the whole time – you’d spent the first several years of your career assigned to a much smaller ship and you still can’t wrap your mind around your transfer to the fleet’s flagship. As the Yeoman gives you the passcode to your quarters and admits you, you think back on everything that has led you to where you are now.  Your tenure on the Enyo, the battle that broke her, the weeks in recovery after you’d been beamed off of the vessel as shrapnel from a core explosion tore through your body.  You hadn’t expected to survive, but with the best doctors in the universe at their disposal, Starfleet had made sure you would live to see another voyage.  You had recently been cleared for duty and promptly assigned to the Enterprise. You’ve heard stories about your new ship’s CMO. He’s rumored to have the steadiest hands and the coolest countenance in the fleet, but he’s also been described as abrasive and harsh.  You’re not overly concerned, however; after the things you’ve lived through in your service to the fleet, you can handle working under a man with an attitude. Stowing away your few personal belongings before changing into a regulation uniform, you look yourself over in the mirror for good measure and then slip out of your quarters.  You make sure to glance around and take notice of everything on your way down to the med bay so that you have no trouble navigating back to your quarters later and before long you reach your destination. You can’t help but look around as you cross the threshold and make your way to the central desk: you’ve never seen an infirmary so pristine, well-stocked, and state of the art.  Your unit on the Enyo had been good, but this is magnificent. Your mouth is agape again and you remain at a loss for words until a voice from somewhere below you catches your attention. “Nurse Y/L/N, I presume?”  The nurse at the desk asks with a smile. You nod. “Yes, I’m here to see Dr. McCoy,” you reply. “He’s with one of the other new crew members, but he’ll be with you shortly,” the nurse says warmly.  “In the meantime, allow me to introduce myself.  I’m Alice; I’m the most senior nurse on staff now that Nurse Chapel has left us, and I’ll be your second hand.  If you need anything at all, please just let me know!” You smile gratefully at the woman and nod. “Thank you,” you say softly.  “And please, call me Y/N.  I’m not much for formality unless it’s inspection day.” You wink, earning yourself a giggle from the other woman, and turn as you hear an exam room door sliding open.  You watch as one of the men from the earlier shuttle ride steps out and is followed by Dr. McCoy.  The two seem to be speaking jovially enough and you feel a little bit of your tension ease.  Still, when Dr. McCoy’s gaze turns to you, you can’t help but straighten up to stand a little taller, a little more rigidly. “Dr. McCoy,” you greet the man, holding out a hand for a shake.  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He takes your hand and you’re surprised by how warm his palm feels against yours as the two of you shake.  You’re not sure why you’re astonished – perhaps because you’d been expecting a physical chill to go with the cold personality you’d heard tell of – but you smile all the same as he releases his grip. Gesturing to the room next to the one he’d just vacated, he gestures for you to go ahead. “The pleasure’s all mine,” he says in kind. “Just have a seat and we can get this over with quickly.” You nod as you step through the doorway and you make your way to the bio bed.  You take a steadying breath before climbing onto it, the memories from after the Enyo’s destruction still fresh in your mind, and take your seat.  The doctor ensures the door is closed before moving to lean against the counter opposite you, regarding you as he picks up his PADD and pulls up your records. “I’ll make this easy on you since I’ve got all of the information from the physical you had just the other week in here,” he explains.  “Unless you’ve got any new and pressing concerns?” You shake your head, glancing around the room and taking notice of all of the equipment you’ve been trained on but had not yet had the opportunity to use during your previous assignment. “What about your mental health?”  He asks.  “Have you been having nightmares?  Flashbacks?” “They’re becoming less frequent,” you reply honestly.  “I was cleared for duty, doctor, and I assure you I’m capable of performing whatever tasks the job demands.” The doctor chuckles softly, setting his PADD aside and taking a step closer to you. “I’m not questioning your fitness for duty, Y/N,” he assures you.  “I just want to know what’s going on.  The more you tell me, the better a position I’m in to help with whatever you need. If we’re going to be working together, I need you to be honest with me and unafraid to talk about the hard stuff when the situation arises.” You stare at him for a long moment before relaxing as you realize that he really, sincerely is just trying to be supportive after what you’ve been through.  You smile, just a tiny upturn of the corners of your mouth, and watch as the doctor activates the bio bed you’re seated on.  You comply easily with everything he asks you to do – it’s all old hat to you by now -  and he’s gentle with you as he works.  The exam is over in the blink of an eye.   “Everything looks fine, Y/N,” the doctor comments, making a few notes on his PADD.  “Do you have any questions for me before we wrap this up and adjourn to my office to talk about your duties?” You’re about to shake your head but a thought crosses your mind and you refrain.  You chew your lower lip for a moment, pondering whether or not what you have to ask is important enough to bother with, but since the worst the doctor can say is no, you decide to give it a try. “I do have one thing,” you begin, continuing when he glances up, giving you his full attention.  “It’s vain and really unimportant, but…  After the Enyo’s destruction, it was all they could do to put us all back together and secondary procedures kind of fell by the wayside. I had Dr. Lawson take a crack at some of the scarring with a dermal regenerator later on, but there was only so much he was able to do.  Most of it is fine, but there’s a bit of scarring I’d really like to have you take a look at.  I’ve heard great things about you, and I’m hoping maybe you can touch it up a little bit.” The doctor glances up from his PADD to consider you and you blush a little bit.  You suddenly feel self-conscious as he steps closer to you and you hesitate, not wanting to pull your sleeve up to show him the scarring you’re talking about just yet: the scarring that’s marred your soulmate tattoo. Before your accident, it had been a beautiful work of art with crisp lines and perfect curves.  It’s centered on your right wrist and wrapped around your lower arm, tendrils extending from the main body of the image.  It’s clean and simple, yet complex enough to be interesting, and moreover, it’s your favorite part of yourself.  At least, it had been before.  Now it’s marred and damaged, and if you’d been worried about never finding your soulmate before the injury, you’re even more worried now that it’s nearly unrecognizable as what it had originally been. “Show me,” the doctor instructs, and you snap out of your reverie with a soft gasp. Nodding, you pull your sleeve up to your elbow, supinating your hand so that he can see the tattoo and the damage that’s been done to it.  You keep still as he reaches out to take your arm in his steady hands, his fingertips gently brushing over the scarring and the jet black, albeit faded, pigment beneath it.  You can feel your pulse reverberating off of his fingers where he’s gripping your wrist to steady it and you swallow thickly as he says nothing for several long moments. “So can you fix it?”  You ask when the silence becomes too much, worried about what he’s going to say. “Well I can,” he begins, glancing up to meet your gaze.  “But there’s something you need to see first.” You’re surprised at yourself when you miss his touch the moment it’s gone, and you watch as he takes a couple of steps back away from the table.  You’re not sure what’s going on, but when his hands go for his belt buckle, your eyes widen. “Dr. McCoy?”  You ask tentatively.  “What, exactly, do I need to see?” It feels like you’re in some kind of a bad comedy as his belt comes away and his zipper follows.  You’re about to avert your gaze as he drops his pants down to his knees but you stop when you catch sight of a few wispy tendrils of black pigment wrapping around his thigh.  You’re still staring as he turns slowly to reveal the outside of his left leg and the image that’s in the skin there. “Y/N, you need to breathe for me,” the doctor says gently, and you don’t even realize that you’ve forgotten how until that moment. You suck in a quick, deep breath as the gears turn in your mind.  Hopping down from the bio bed you slowly edge closer to the doctor, ignoring the fact that he’s in his briefs as you stoop down to get a better look at his tattoo. Holding your right arm out in front of you for reference even though the design has been burned into your mind for years, you compare the two pieces of art. Where your tattoo is damaged, disrupted, and disfigured from the burns you’d sustained during your rescue, so, too, is his. His is less noticeably marred, but still perfectly so.  His tattoo also hasn’t faded like yours has from the loss of tissue overlying it, but it’s unmistakable. Reaching out, you gently brush his tattoo with your fingertips, the light dusting of hair on his thigh tickling your hand as you connect with him.  You hazard a glance upward and find him staring down at you. “I’ve been wondering what happened,” the CMO murmurs, holding out a hand to help you to your full height again.  “I came back to my quarters after a late shift one night and found it all disfigured.  I knew something must have happened.  Now I know.” You smile weakly, trembling a little as the implications of what’s just transpired sink in.  You’ve just met your soulmate.  Your soulmate is none other than the legendary Dr. Leonard McCoy. You step back a little, away from him, so you can lean against the bio bed as your knees get weak.  At the same time, he quickly pulls his slacks back up and buttons them into place like nothing had ever happened before taking a tentative step toward you again. “I can’t even imagine how much pain you went through,” he says softly, reaching out to take one of your hands and squeezing it reassuringly.  “You must have been in hell, darlin’.” For the first time you notice the faint lilting of a Southern accent in his voice and you smile.  The expression is brighter and more sincere this time, and you shrug. “It was worth it,” you murmur.  “All that pain, all that heartache… it helped me find you.  If my last ship hadn’t been destroyed, we might never have met.  I was almost convinced you didn’t even exist, it’s been so long.” “Well the wait’s over,” Leonard assures you, inching in until he’s standing flush with you, pinning you to the bed. Taking the hand he has held in his, he brings it up to his chest, flattening your palm over his heart where it’s pounding away as hard as yours is.  He’s warm, soft, and vital.

“I’m right here, darlin’,” he nearly whispers, leaning in close.  “And I’m not going anywhere.” Sensing that you’re comfortable with his proximity, he lets go of your hand and winds his arms around you, pulling you in close and just holding you in a protective, possessive embrace.  You melt into him like you’ve been meant to all along and inhale his scent – a heady mixture of antiseptic and aftershave. You tuck your head into his neck and feel his cheek come to rest atop it. You’re not sure how long the two of you stay like that, just feeling one another, but eventually the doctor begins to pull away.  You let go of him reluctantly and gaze up into his lovely, soulful hazel eyes across the short distance between the two of you. “As much as I’d like to shirk my duties in favor of getting to know you, I’ve got a few physicals left to perform,” he says with a wry smile.  “But I’d still like for us to get acquainted.  I’ll have Alice keep you busy with a tour of the place for a while, and then we can talk.” “Sounds good, doc,” you say with a smile, earning yourself a chuckle from him. “I suppose we ought to dispense with formality if we’re meant to be together,” he says with a wink that makes your knees weak. “It’s Leonard, darlin’.” “Leonard,” you repeat, rolling the name around in your mouth, testing it out. You can tell he likes the way it sounds coming from you by the slight crinkling at the corner of his eyes when it rolls off of your tongue.  He moves toward the door, extending an arm, gesturing for you to make your way out ahead of him.  You push away from the bio bed and precede him back out into the med bay, clasping your hands in front of you as you consider your tattoo again in a whole new light. He leads you over to Alice and you spend the next couple of hours getting an official run down on how things work in the med bay while your mind continues to reel.  You’re confident in your abilities and ready to get right into things starting on Alpha the next day, but you’re finding it hard to concentrate with the weight of finally having met your soulmate sitting on your shoulders. You’re not complaining – it’s a warm, reassuring weight, like a lover’s arm draped there – but you’re a little overwhelmed. You’re both nervous and excited when Leonard steps out of the exam room having finished with his last patient of the day. You join him in his office as he gestures you over and you’re about to sit down in the chair opposite his desk when he takes your hand and tugs you toward the couch at the side of the room instead.  You allow yourself to be led there and you sit down at an angle so that it’s easier to face him.  Your knee is bumping his as he joins you and you flush a little as he reaches out to rest a gentle palm on your thigh. “Are you getting settled in alright?”  He asks. You nod, clasping your hands in your lap, feeling like a schoolgirl in love with the school’s golden boy.  It’s been a long time since you’ve been in any sort of relationship and you’re so anxious you swear he must be able to hear your heart the way it’s pounding along in your ribcage. “Everyone seems very nice,” you murmur.  “I feel like I’m going to fit in here just fine.” His grip on your leg tightens a bit. “I’ll make sure of it,” he assures you.  “I plan on keeping you around a long time, darlin’.” Your eyes trace his features, falling on the lines around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth, the greens, browns, and golds in his irises, the angle of his jaw.  He’s a handsome man and you can tell by the warmth in his gaze that he’s got a kind heart, his reputation be damned.  You’re distracted from your ponderings as he moves, reaching out to take your hand. “May I?”  He asks softly. You nod and offer it up, watching him push up your sleeve so he can get a closer look at your tattoo again.  His fingers are so gentle it’s like his touch is barely there but it’s enough to make a shiver run through you and goosebumps spring up on your arms.  You close your eyes and inhale sharply as his fingertips gently trace the design, leaving a burning sensation in their wake.  Your whole world is suddenly reduced to the parts he’s in contact with and you keep your eyes shut tightly, enjoying the way his fingers are exploring your wrist, your forearm. At first, you think you’re imagining it. You can feel a heat creeping up in your neck, your face, and you think you might be blushing.  You inhale, though, and realize that it’s not you – Leonard’s scent fills your head and makes you dizzy.  Opening your eyes, you gasp softly as you realize Leonard is leaning in close and his breath is what’s warming you.   “Too close?”  He queries, his voice nearly inaudible. “N-no,” you breathe. You meet his gaze as he drags his eyes up from where they’d been lingering on your lips.  Your breath is coming in short bursts as your mind reels and if he hadn’t heard your thundering heartbeat before, you’re sure he can feel your pulse in the wrist that he’s holding now, fluttering away. You’re both surprised and not as he closes the last of the distance between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours. His hand drops your wrist, moving up your arm instead until he reaches your neck.  His other hand comes up to meet the first and he envelops the column of your throat, his thumbs stroking gently just beneath your jawline as he deepens the kiss. Responding in kind, you slowly bring your shaky hands up to his neck, the five o’clock shadow on his jaw rasping against your fingertips.  You’re reassured to feel his pulse racing away against your hands just as quickly as your own and in a strangely paradoxical way it calms you. You break the kiss moments later as you run out of air completely.  You keep your eyes closed, tipping your forehead forward until it rests against his, and drag in a few deep, cleansing breaths. “I could get used to that,” you whisper. The doctor laughs and straightens, leaving you with nothing much to do aside from opening your eyes.  You blink in the room’s bright lights and consider him silently. The flush in his cheeks is endearing, and his lips are as swollen from the kissing as yours feel. “Good,” Leonard murmurs.  “Because there’s plenty more where that came from.” You spend the rest of the evening together talking, laughing, sharing a meal in his quarters.  You’re so taken with him that you miss the captain’s formal welcome. Leonard ends the questions he gets via comm message with a quick and clipped statement about having too much to go through with you to bother with all the pomp and circumstance which thankfully appears to mollify the captain. The two of you fall asleep on the couch, Leonard with his feet propped on the coffee table and his head drooping back onto the cushions and you curled up at his side, using his chest as a makeshift pillow.  In the morning, where it would have been awkward to wake up like you do with anyone else, it feels natural and familiar with Leonard and you take it as a sure sign that things are finally falling into place for you.   As you get ready for the day, you can’t help but smile at the new life you’ve found on the Enterprise.  You’d come for the work, but you’re staying for the connection you’ve been destined for since the day you’d been born.  You can’t wait to see where the future takes you.

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Undeniable - Epilogue (Happy Ending): Take My Hand and Run With Me - Khan Noonien Singh x OC

Summary: Zin’s plan has succeeded, and now all that’s left to do before she and Khan leave Earth for their exile together is to make the goodbyes to her family and crewmates.

Warning: None, just fluff again.~ 🖤

After this fateful day of the positive outcome ultimately being chosen in that courtroom, and after the reconciliation between Zinalya and Bones and Spock, which ended the feud between her and this pair, she’d promptly entered into her bedroom and joined Khan in her bed. 

When she did, she couldn't stop herself from shuffling across the mattress in the dark towards where he was sleeping, his boots and shirt currently off. The only way she could tell that she'd reached her destination during this shuffling was when she suddenly felt the front of one of his shoulders touch up against her. 

Just as she'd closed her eyes, though, she was surprised when she felt, still not being aware of it visually due to this aforementioned darkness, the arm connected to this shoulder of his reaching up and gently putting his hand onto her shoulder; obviously either this moment where she bumped into his shoulder woke him up or he was already at least partially awake to do this. She was all too happy to reach up with one of her own forearms and hold this one of Khan's that was holding her shoulder, drifting off in bliss.

She was lying in bed with the man who she wanted to, and was going to, essentially run away with - a man who reciprocated these affections and wanted to be with her in return - and the most difficult part of that plan was now finally over. Her worries, similar to what she and this same man were going to be doing, could now sail off into the sunset.

Khan, remembering that it was this woman he was lying with who had been responsible for bringing about this outcome for the both of them, gently whispered in her ear the words, "Thank you."

Then there came the warm shivers on her spine again.

Following this night of sharing a bed together, Zinalya’s exhilaration in this kind of presence of Khan’s didn’t falter. With him still under her guard, and attracting many glares and fearful glances from passers-by as they did so which they both ignored, the pair travelled on their way to Canada - specifically, on their way to her parents’ home. 

The anger and intense disdain from these aforementioned glares they got was very palpable, and at points threatened to make them want to stop their journey and hide away in a corner somewhere, but the nature around them which caught their eyes proved to be a good enough distraction, including when Khan saw, just for a few moments, a ruby-throated hummingbird fluttering near to a flower a few feet away. And who could blame him? Hummingbirds are some of the most beautiful birds to exist on Earth, and yet they were simultaneously so small and quaint.

Then their arrival came, after which Zin's father, mother, older brothers Enaar and Rajen Hamilton and Enaar’s wife Leah - these latter three having also gotten there after finding out about Zin’s own impending arrival - all listened patiently without uttering a word as, sat next to each other on the lounge sofa, she and Khan gave the same origins explanation that he himself had given her two days ago. However, this time he didn’t go quite so deeply into the details: when he went over this particular segment of his childhood, Tanvir’s death was still painful to him, so he preferred to not go over it often if he could avoid it.

"Answer me one last thing, Khan." Mason leaned forwards from the seat he was sitting on. He and his wife were sitting next to their two sons and their daughter in law, opposite from their youngest child and the man who was now her lover. "Is Zinalya safe with you? Will she be alright when she goes to this exile planet?" 

The father of the Hamilton siblings had spent the last few minutes during the explanation weighing up the Augment in his mind, as he would always love all three of his children and as a result of this love he wanted them to be happy, which is why he accepted Zin's choice, but he had to be sure of this question he'd just put forward.

Khan then looked straight back into his eyes without blinking once, to ensure that the honesty in what he was about to say in reply would be doubly clear. "Your daughter will always be safe with me, Mr. Hamilton."

The pair stuck around for another two days so that Zinalya could make her goodbyes to her parents, siblings and sister-in-law and spend these two days with them. There were many heartfelt words of goodbyes shared with the aforementioned family. Mason, Siazru, Enaar, Leah, Rajen... she wasn't going to be able to see any of them again for the next ten years, so as you would have imagined this was a particularly crucial goodbye, and, as you also would’ve imagined, tears were shed.

Then, once the adequately repaired Enterprise had departed for Ceti Alpha V, the same rule of Zin effectively being a babysitter making sure Khan kept himself out of trouble was applied to a different environment. As with back on Earth during the journey to Manitoba, some of the crew gave stares that ranged from confusion at her attraction to him to disgust, but, also as with this journey to her childhood home, neither of them were bothered about these stares.

Mind you, Khan did sometimes, whenever he saw them being given, return with his own unnervingly frosty and unblinking glare, but this was the only thing that happened. A large majority of his time during the trek to what would be their new home was spent in Zinalya’s quarters, where he would predominantly occupy himself with either reading or daydreaming. His mind was a vast cathedral, and during these moments when he did the latter, he found that it was one which he could almost tangibly walk through and explore; a place lined with huge gleaming stained glass windows and containing countless passageways and halls. Khan had never really been a religious man, so the fact that this place in his mind could be described as a cathedral was something that he found unusual, but nonetheless, mentally taking this journey to said mind basilica always calmed him, even if just slightly.

"You’d damn well better not hurt her." Jim’s tone of voice while addressing this Augment four days later wasn’t particularly aggressive or vicious, but was nevertheless authoritative and, instead of it being out of anger, this command was spoken out of concern for his now former security chief and crewmate’s well-being.

"Oh how could I refuse such an order, captain?" Responded Khan, also not maliciously and instead with satire. He and Zinalya were standing on the Enterprise’s transporter pad, both carrying a duffel bag each that contained water, basic provisions and some clean clothes, after, a few minutes beforehand, she’d once again shared heartfelt goodbyes. 

This time it was with Scotty, Pavel, Uhura, Spock, Carol, Sulu, Kirk and Bones, all of which involving hugs, and now that she was about to complete the process of leaving behind her life in Starfleet, she’d additionally taken off the red operations division overshirt of her uniform dress, so now all that remained was its black layer underneath - this all-black colouring of her getup made her current appearance bear a small similarity to the man next to her.

"I... guess I’ll be seeing you round, sir." Stuck for how else he’d current emotions could be put into words, she chose these ones as she also suddenly found the inescapable weight on her chest at leaving her friends growing again.

Kirk smiled, him, Bones and Spock all experiencing this same growing weight but simultaneously being happy for the fact that this was all a decision she’d made without any coercion from Khan. "See you round, Zin."

"Perhaps we shall meet one another again at some point, even though we may not know when that point will be." Said Spock.

"Then that way if he stood ya up in the end we’ll get a chance to find out and do something about it." Added the CMO jokingly, earning a stare from the man in the black clothing and matching jet black hair. "I’m just kidding. But seriously, yeah: it’ll be great to see you again someday." His own smile that then emerged mirrored the captain’s, and Spock’s own was a tiny little upwards curl, more unnoticeable but still a virtue of his human half.

Zinalya nodded her head, her own mouth melting into the same warm expression. "I’d like that too."

Ceti Alpha V’s climate, from what the pair had gathered during the last few minutes, seemed to be a mild one. It was neither freezing cold nor blazing hot, or even leaning slightly towards either of these two temperature sides. It was just... ordinary, but they realised that this might be a time-specific climate and that it’ll get hotter or colder later, as this was an unfamiliar planet which therefore had unfamiliar weather seasons. 

However, all that mattered now was that the temperature and weather at this present moment were good and that it was now well and truly over. Both Zinalya and Khan were free to be together in their exile sentences on this world, and now that, as mentioned above, the events of this story were over and they’d actually reached their destination, they felt a new and previously unknown kind of undeniable bliss coursing through their veins, in their minds and hearts.

She’d spent a couple of these last few minutes gazing out at a flat area of land, a valley, to be precise, over a grassy hill which, like the aforementioned current temperature in the air, was neither what you’d call too high nor too low. Most of the valley’s ground seemed to be dusty and rocky, but there were grassy and viable crop-growing regions for the rest, all decorated with what appeared to be a stream stretching through one part of the valley.

"I think I’ve found a good place for us to set up!" Yelled out Zinalya, running back down the hill and towards where she and Khan had been beamed down to along with the seventy-two cryotubes containing his Augment companions. A few seconds before she’d left to go up the hill and take a look at the surrounding terrain, he’d told her that he was attempting to unfreeze and revive one of these seventy-two companions, although she hadn’t found out any more specific details such as their name or what they looked like, so when she finally reached this beam site again, she was mildly surprised when she saw another person standing and conversing with him. This other person seemed to be a woman, whose long ebony hair stretched down elegantly behind her back and whose eye colour was brown. She had a light brown skin tone and the way she carried herself gave off an elegance that applied to her entirety and not just her hair.

"You must be Miss Hamilton." Her voice, which was smooth and amicable not too unlike the chirp of a hummingbird, contained an Indian accent.

"Yeah, that’s right. I guess that means Khan just told you about me?"

"He did; he said you’re the one who was responsible for getting us here." The woman nodded her head and smiled sweetly, and while this exchange was taking place, she seemed to be leaning slightly against the side of the now open cryotube that he’d defrosted, most likely because of the initial grogginess from being awoken. "I’m Kati." She fully turned towards Zin and extended her right hand.

"Good to be meeting you." The half Trill replied in the same amicable manner, shaking Kati’s right hand with her own. "I’ve gotta say, you’re being a lot more friendly with me so far than I thought you were going to be."

The female Augment chuckled. "Well, from what I understand you were the kindest to Khan while I was still sleeping, and since then you still haven’t done anything that’s put any of us in danger, so you seem nice and friendly yourself. I thought I might as well treat you as such."

"We can’t make any promises regarding Joaquin’s own tolerance, however." This male one himself said. "He was what you might regard as the hothead in our group, and he doesn’t trust outsiders easily. But I’m certain that sooner or later he’ll learn to open himself up to you."

"So, shall we wake up the others?" Said Kati.

"Yeah, lets get to it." Zinalya nodded.

"I agree. You also said you’d found a place for us to establish our settlement?"

"It’s just over these hills. There’s a river and grasslands and everything."

He turned to Kati. "Your thoughts?"

"It sounds good enough to me."

"Very well then." He walked over to one of the other tubes, all of them sitting next to supply crates which the Enterprise crew - this ship having left again by now - had sent down in addition to help with the initial setup of their lives on this planet. His fingers went up to the circular keypad on the top of this particular tube and began to initiate the same process as he’d done with that of the black-haired woman.

"I’m just going up to have a look for myself at this place you found, I’ll be back in a minute." Said black-haired woman spoke to Zinalya again before setting off in the same direction the latter had come down from. This one whose own hair was burgundy went to stand next to Khan, looking down through the cryotube’s glass at the masculine face inside which gave off a hint of authoritativeness despite the eyes, the windows to the soul, being closed.

"This is Joaquin." The man with the porcelain skin told her when he noticed her looking down through the glass.

"Can you show me how to wake them up?" She looked back at this conscious one who’d just spoken. "You know, so that when Kati gets back it’ll all be done quicker with three pairs of hands?"

"Of course." The smile that appeared on Khan’s face as he gave this answer wasn’t that big but was soft and beautiful even so, the sight of this causing the same reaction on Zinalya’s. He then started to demonstrate the defrosting process on the keypad for her, going about it a little bit more slowly this time to make it easier for her to see every step, and she watched carefully.

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