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vintagegeekculture · 30 days

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"The Ayla Descent Theory" of Mary Sues

"Children of the Earth," Luis Royo.

After the success of Jean M. Auel's stone age novel Clan of the Cave Bear, there was a very lengthy trend in the publishing world of stone age adventure novels aimed at women that lasted for a decade and only really fizzled out in the early 2000s. After all, "Ayla," the name of the main character of these books, was one of the top baby names of 1987.

The target audience for these books were weird midwestern aunts....you know, the Mists of Avalon and the Mercedes Lackey/Valdemar audience. Therefore, the Clan of the Cave Bear imitators also featured things of interest to the weird aunt audience: Scotland, redhaired women with sharp tongues, commanding wolves, Ireland, Feminism, riding herds of wild horses bareback in scenic locations, Wicca, matriarchial religions, swimming with dolphins....but above all else, American Indians (a culture this audience finds interesting, as anyone who has seen the home decor of a typical weird midwestern aunt can attest), with many novels set in Ice Age America, like Children of the Dawn, Reindeer Moon and the First Americans. Decades later, this audience would form the core fandom for Game of Thrones, and the character of Khaleesi Targaryen in particular.

These books almost assuredly still have a place of honor on the book shelf of the weirdest woman at your job.

Nearly all of these imitators have two of Clan of the Cave Bear's defining traits: 1) a supremely beautiful, usually blonde athletic and statuesque main character over 5'11" who does not realize that she is so beautiful and desirable, who is good at a variety of different skills and is friendly with animals like hawks, dolphins, or horses, and 2) a love triangle between this aforementioned blond but innocent Venus and two bodybuilder muscular he-men cave hunks, one of whom is a blonde guy with long rock star hair (it was the 80s), and the other being a buff black guy with dreadlocks (or otherwise ethnic in some way).

The heroine usually picks the blonde guy in the end, but the audience usually picks the ethnic guy.

In the late 90s and early 2000s, in the broader culture of fandom, it was fashionable to dump on "Mary Sues" (indulgent wish-fulfillment author personas in fanfiction) and the people who wrote them. Accusations of creating a Mary Sue approached a kind of hysteria. Even at the time, when everyone else was getting swept up in this, I thought that getting mad about aunties writing fanfiction showed a loss of perspective, and was a bit silly. Thankfully, we've benefitted from moral evolution: the consensus in fandom now is that writing aspirational characters is a harmless activity that tests a young writer's creative muscles, like the half-Vulcan pretty new ensign on the Enterprise that Kirk and Spock both fall in love with, or a new archer girl who Legolas falls in love with joining the Fellowship. This hate walked hand in hand with insecurities, in the exact same way that people worried about their appearance or concerned with their weight are often cruel to fat people, and there were frequent tests if this or that character in your writing was a Mary Sue.

There was a running joke in this 2000s culture of anti-self insertion called the "Ayla Descent Theory of Mary Sues." The joke was that Mary Sues came into existence because Ayla, the beautiful, athletic heroine of the Clan of the Cave Bear novels, was the ancestor of their entire lineage, as the first known Mary Sue to ever exist in the historical record, described as being a statuesque blonde who did everything right and was always at the center of love triangles, and who changed human history.

According to the running joke, Mary Sues everywhere were descended from Ayla from Clan of the Cave Bear, and she was the first to exist, and Ayla was the explanation of where all the Enterprise's new ensigns main characters fall in love with come from.

#stone age

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vulcan-enthusiast · 11 months

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everybody shits on sarek for his mistakes but consider: there's just as much evidence for amanda messing up parenting-wise and yet she doesn't get bashed 9 out of every 10 posts. in disco michael canonically broke baby spock's heart and crushed his humanity but everybody forgives her because we understand she really did want to protect him and she loved him. in TOS Bones said the most racist shit to spock repeatedly and on purpose and people forgive him for the emotional hurt he regularly inflicts on spock because we know that he actually cares + he grows as a person. Jim calls Spock a "half-breed" TWICE to get out of a jam and is regularly pretty hurtful as well but we know how much they love each other so it's all forgotten. Sybok tries to brainwash Spock and shows him angsty visions of his deepest pain but people still headcanon him as a caring big bro despite Spock specifically stating he felt Sybok had abandoned him as a child (and I mean. Sybock was banished from Vulcan, not the Federation. he could have kept in touch).

methinks that of all the people who badly hurt spock over his lifetime, there's only one who gets systematically shat on while the others are always let off the hook - even though we have proof sarek loves spock just as deeply as the rest of them do.

so I'm going with the assumption that y'all are still working through your childhood trauma and haven't forgiven your fathers. and like, I'm genuinely sorry, but I have personally been lucky enough to have worked through the enormous baggage and rebuilt a relationship with mine, so I still think Sarek was doing his best and he fcked up but he wasn't a "bad guy" anymore than the others were 🖖

#sarek #spock #michael burnham #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #star trek #amanda grayson #sybok #s'chn t'gai family

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talshiargirlfriend · 15 days

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@hjea said we deserved more adorable half-Vulcan baby and that is 100% correct. So here’s what can be considered a missing scene or if you prefer you can say 🖕 to canon and consider it the opening of a fix-it.

Phlox had been notified of their imminent arrival, but nothing could have fully prepared him for the sight that greeted him as the doors to Sickbay parted. A pinched-face Commander T’Pol clutched an infant protectively to her chest as she strode in, flanked by Captain Archer and Commander Tucker. Commander Tucker had a hand on her back and concerned eyes focused on the baby’s profile. A brief look of pain flashed across his face indicating to Phlox that he may soon have two patients. Captain Archer wore his fight face. Behind them trailed a stricken Ensign Mayweather and a stoic Lieutenant Reed. All of them appeared dirty and dishevelled.

The tiny girl stared at everything around her with wide blue eyes reminiscent of her father’s as she chewed one chubby fist. It brought to mind Sim as a baby, but of course there was no time to dwell on that now. The upswept brows and delicately pointed ears were all her mother, the doctor noted.

“Well, what have we here?” Phlox greeted T’Pol when she stopped before him. He passed a handheld scanner in front of his young patient.

“She is gravely ill, Doctor. Her immune system appears to be severely compromised,” T’Pol informed him as she gently bounced the baby in her arms. It was somewhat less graceful than her usual movements in Phlox’s estimation, but he could nonetheless see the care in her touch. The baby gave a rattling cough as if to confirm her mother’s assessment.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask everyone who is not a patient - or the parent of a patient - to leave,” Phlox ordered as the scanner whirred.

Lieutenant Reed nodded at T’Pol and Phlox, and then whispered something to Commander Tucker before giving him a supportive squeeze on his shoulder as he passed. The resulting grimace on the engineer‘s face confirmed Phlox's earlier suspicions about patient count. Ensign Mayweather had evidently already had the good sense to slip out unnoticed.

“You’ll inform me as soon as you know anything,” the captain confirmed as he briefly caught the doctor’s eye. “I’ll check on you all soon.”

T’Pol gave no acknowledgement as she rubbed the baby’s back rhythmically to soothe her.

“Take care, Trip,” Jonathan added with an encouraging smile.

“Aye, Cap’n,” Trip responded with the ghost of a smile as he briefly tore his eyes away from T’Pol and their child.

Phlox glanced down at the scanner in concern before he addressed the new parents. “She has a respiratory infection. We’ll start with some medication - a mild analgesic, antibiotic, and expectorant. I’d like to see that fever reduced quickly. Depending how she responds over the next hour we may move onto a more aggressive treatment for her lungs including placing her in an oxygen rich environment.”

As he moved across to the cabinet to prepare the medication Phlox could hear the soft timbre of Commander Tucker’s voice. “She’s heavier than she looks. You want me to take her for a bit?”

“I’m fine,” T’Pol said softly. Trip must have looked ready to argue because she continued quickly, “you are injured, Trip. I will hold her… but perhaps you’d like to touch her or speak to her?”

When Phlox returned he was loath to interrupt the scene before him. The two parents stood close with their heads canted toward each other. The baby had dropped her head against her mother’s chest and was drooling peacefully as her father stroked her hair and cheek and whispered quiet words of reassurance. In less fraught circumstances Phlox would have taken amusement in the sight of the normally impeccably groomed Vulcan with a patch of spittle spreading on her clothing.

“I’ve got an injection ready,” he said as he approached the family. “This should ease her discomfort and allow her to sleep more soundly. I’ll also take a blood sample.”

The child made an irritated squawk when the needle pierced her skin and she shifted her head to give Phlox the most dignified look of pouty-lipped disdain he’d ever seen on a baby.

Apparently she would take after both her parents in temperament as well as appearance, Phlox thought wryly.

“Shhh now, you’re all right, little one. I know it’s no fun getting jabbed, but the doc here is gonna help you feel a lot better.”

T’Pol turned pleading eyes toward the doctor as she gently rocked the baby.

He would certainly do his best.

“Commanders,” Phlox said gently as he prepared to analyse the blood of Enterprise's newest resident. “This will take some time. I won’t ask you to rest now, but it would be a good idea to refresh yourselves somewhat and get comfortable…” he trailed off as he nodded toward the chairs along the wall.

Their reluctance to leave was palpable. Phlox could understand it well, but they would be better able to care for their newfound daughter if they first looked after their own needs.

He glanced back to see the two commanders locked in an apparent staring contest. Before he could make a stronger appeal, Commander Tucker gave a faint sigh.

“All right. You two go sit in one of Phlox’s comfy chairs. I’m gonna go wash the moon dust off and grab a cup of coffee. When I get back I’m gonna bring you a change of clothes and a cup of tea, and you’re gonna take a break for ten minutes,” he informed T’Pol rather intensely. Phlox expected Vulcan indignance, but instead she only nodded in response. That was interesting.

Satisfied, Trip leaned down to gently stroke his daughter’s cheek. “I’ll be right back. You be good for your mama,” he whispered. T’Pol’s eyes widened slightly, and he gave her a faintly bewildered smile. “I know. It's surreal. But you’re her mom.”

“And you are her father,” she replied seriously.

A bright grin spread over Trip’s face. “I am,” he said, wonder evident in his tone. His voice dropped back down,”You’re doing great, T’Pol.” He rubbed her arm.

“Ok, Doc,” he said a bit louder. “Keep an eye on these Vulcan girls for me. I’ll be back in twenty minutes, tops.” He paused to kiss the sleepy infant on her head and the startled mother on her lips.

Phlox politely averted his eyes and hid his grin as he focused on the screen at his workstation. “Commander,” he called out as Trip reached the door. “I'm going to take a look at that shoulder when you get back.” At the dark muttering he heard in response, Phlox allowed himself a small smile before frowning at the data loading before him.

The baby’s eyes were starting to drift closed, and he could hear T’Pol speaking quietly to her as she paced.

“Your father is very physically affectionate.” There was a pause. “We will adapt.”

“You still need a name,” T’Pol murmured to the child. “I have something in mind. We will discuss it with your father when he returns.”

#star trek enterprise #trip tucker #trip x t'pol #t’pol #someone handed them a baby #dr phlox #my fic #fic #working title on my phone is ‘more baby for hjea’ lol #terra prime #i stayed up too late #may hate this and find 100 typos in the morning

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muirmarie · 2 months

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god where are all the "tos bones can GET IT" fics, he deserves to slut it up more

anon you are so right, the fact that people weren't constantly throwing themselves at that doctor is by FAR the most unrealistic thing tos ever did tbh!!!!

i think if something had happened and he had to run from his quarters to like the bridge in his little black undershirt half the ship would've fainted at the sight tbh

his arched back in that black shirt in the man trap did in fact fundamentally change me as a human being

and those baby blues???? random mobster you were SO real to be utterly enamored with them, i see you, i understand you, we are the same

plus i'm part-vulcan in that i'm SUCH a sucker for good hands and he has SUCH GOOD HANDS

i do in fact need to bite his wrists. just gently gnaw on them a little. maybe give him a little wrist hickey so when he's working the next day -

[clears throat] sorry getting a little carried away there lmaooooo

BUT YEAH

LEONARD MCCOY IN A BLACK CROP TOP THAT READS "SLUT LYFE" WHEN TBH

#asks #anon #leonard mccoy #star trek #st:tos #yeah i AM allowing this one out into the wider tag ecosystem and that's bc i STAND BY IT lmaooooooooo

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darkness-and-books · 1 month

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Spock fluff alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?

Not to be weird, but your face, he just enjoys how expressive it is. When you laugh, smile, sigh in irritation, roll your eyes, or yawn. All of it, he just thinks you’re an adorable human 😍🥰.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Not at the moment. He only wants one if it seems practical for the current situation. He loves you, but he’s still hyper-logical. He’s not itching to have kids either, so if you don’t want them he doesn’t mind.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He’s not really a cuddler himself, but he understands why physical affection is important to you so he won’t stop you from being affectionate. He’ll definitely reach for your hand though if he starts having uneasy feelings (not that he’ll admit to having feelings most of the time). He’ll never stop you from touching him, but he is a bit hesitant to initiate contact.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Doesn’t really do dates, but does teach you to play the Vulcan harp. He mostly does it as an excuse for you to sit in his lap 💚😳💚

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Reason. He says that you are his Reason, not like his reason to live, but like his reason, his logic. Highest compliment honestly, he will turn bright green if you mention it.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Basically instantly, or at least there’s an instant attraction. You just radiate this energy that’s unlike anything he’s ever encountered. At first he tries to convince himself that it’s just curiosity and nothing else.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Incredibly, you know until he’s not. He tries to be aware of your feelings and such, but he does have a knack for accidentally hurting people’s feelings with his blatant honesty.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Nervously and with your fingers interlaced . It’s a bit of a nervous habit for him. It could also be that he feels that either he or you are being threatened.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He’s absolutely enthralled. The way you carry yourself and the way you act, it’s like no one is watching, or maybe that you know everyone is but it doesn’t matter to you. He can’t believe the confidence.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily?)

He sees jealousy as illogical as long as he can tell you care for him still. Although he will get a little fidgety if other people touch your hands.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Rarely, but when he does it’s full of feeling. When he kisses he means it and it’s the only thing he’s focused on. He makes an experience of it, it’s not just a passing thing he does.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He does because he does. It’s true so why wouldn’t he say it, it’s one of the times when his blatant honesty comes in handy.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

He loves just to have you around, so his favourite memory is probably the first time you asked if you could spend the night in his quarters. You just couldn’t sleep so he read to you some before you curled into him and fell asleep.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

No, not only does he not see the point in it, but it would also take up a lot of space that neither of you really has in your quarters. Although, on occasion if he sees you eyeing something he’ll buy it for you when you aren’t looking and gift it to you a bit later.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

It’s pink, that same shade of muted pink that can be seen under your fingernails. It’s because (at first unintentionally, but now on purpose) you always seem to find a way to be fiddling with his or your hands, almost entirely because you know it’ll make him a little fidgety too.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Definitely uses T’hy’la quite often, but also uses Darling (almost overly annunciates the whole word). Although he probably just calls you by your name or rank when in public, unless provoked by jealousy

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Books, but also sheet music, I think the two kind of go together. He’ll read to you from whatever newly acquired book he’s got at the moment. While he’s something of an organised person, I also see him leaving books and sheet music just scattered about his quarters, but in an aesthetic way (🤷‍♀️)

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He’s either going to spend that day reading or you’re going to find him playing some dreadfully melancholic tune on his harp (I don’t make the rules).

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Will list every reason why it is currently illogical to be sad. If that doesn’t work, as it usually doesn’t, then you can hug him until you feel better. He’s not the best hugger, but he’s really good at letting you hug him.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He is really more of a listener, but if you ask him a question with an answer that he knows anything about, he’s a lecturer, will talk for hours about why this button does that.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Probably talking, but not with a purpose. He likes the kind of conversation where you’re talking about everything and nothing, sometimes you’ll stop talking for a few minutes and it’ll just be silent, but then you’ll pick up again like you didn’t stop having the conversation.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Honestly, I don’t think that he’s super into himself (if that makes sense, like he generally has good self worth, but he’s not very interested in himself, I dunno) point in case it’s you. He’ll go around the Enterprise doing the Vulcan equivalent of “Look what my SO did/made!”

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

You’re probably alone, he’ll preface with how it’s not really important to him, but he understands that the tradition is important to humans sometimes, and then he’ll just flatly ask if you like to marry him.

X = Xylophone (what’s their favourite song?)

I have other ideas, but ever since reading this fic, I think it might be

I just can’t stop thinking about it, leave me alone. I have this entire playlist of Spock type music if anyone cares to have a look. Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Sort of, sometimes, but mostly he focuses on what needs doing right now. It is a thought has frequently though when he’s finally got time to himself.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He doesn’t really see the point in having a pet. If you want one though he’ll be okay with pretty much anything that isn’t reptilian. Probably ends up with a cat that he won’t admit he loves.

#Spock #tos #star trek #spock x reader #fluff #fluffy stuff #fluff fluff fluff #fluff alphabet #this took way too long

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pumpkinbxtch · 7 hours

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Hii, can you do a Leo Valdez x Reader one-shot about the reader getting deaf or half-deaf? Like when he discovers, or even hcs😭. I'm asking this because I got half-deaf last year and there's ZERO content about that with pjo characters. It's okay if you don't want to do it or feel uncomfortable❤️❤️❤️

ᝰ.ᐟ leo valdez x half-deaf!reader headcanons

☆ radiostar is playin': on melancholy hill by gorillaz

warnings: none!

a/n: hi! i read your two posts and saw that you finally leaned towards headcanons. don't worry, it's okay, baby. Anyway! i have some experience in this because i had a classmate who was also half-deaf so here we go. If i make any mistakes, please let me know, okay? thank you for putting your trust in me. i hope you are very well.

— kisses from the hypothetical planet vulcan. 🧡

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

he was like boom in love and love pushes you to do things you never thought of doing, right?

At first, he's scared of messing things up with you, as if him being clumsy in love wasn't enough. He didn't want to offend you in any way, so he practically searched every corner of the library. You got him to read! And this fool never reads because it's hard for him, but there he was, researching about the topic.

He's definitely the type who always tries to help because he knows it can be tough sometimes, so when you have to go out in public, he makes sure to hold your hand tightly and NEVER let go.

He always positions himself on the good ear side so you can hear him better, and he gets even closer to you if there's too much noise around.

When he arrives somewhere and you don't see him immediately, he tries to make it noticeable that someone else has arrived, so he doesn't startle you.

But this guy is sometimes a teaser, and when you both reach that level of trust, he'll say things from afar knowing you won't hear well, but only because what he's saying is embarrassing

"I love you, I'm going to marry you, and I'm warning you from now on," he says from the entrance, and you deal with just seeing his lips move and hearing halfway.

You squint and shout, "What?!" and he laughs, so you show him the middle finger. "Idiot, you know I can't hear you."

Leo rushes towards you, and after giving you a kiss on the cheek, he whispers gently in your ear: "i'm sayin that one day your last name will be Valdez," and well, you end up as red as the forges he works in.

If you're the one who enters while he's working in the bunker or wherever he is, he immediately puts down the tools and gives you his full attention. This is also because he wants to make sure there are no loud noises when you're around. Sometimes you tell him it's not necessary for him to stop, but he does it anyway.

Although, if you insist, he'll look for the ear protectors he bought/made for you and ask you to wear them because he wants to keep you safe. Both of you might be wearing them, and even though he's working with dangerous, heavy materials, he can't help but steal glances with that loving gaze of his. Because oh gods, he fell so hard for you.

Even when both are alone, to talk to you, he gets close to the point where your foreheads are touching and gazes fixed on each other. You tell him he can back off a bit, and he shakes his head while giving you a kiss on the nose. "I know, but I still want to be close to you."

When there's not much noise on the street that could be dangerous, he chooses to walk with you arm in arm, continuing to tell you things and talk nonsense that makes you laugh.

Leo doesn't like going to hospitals much, but if he has to accompany you to your regular check-ups, he will, or he'll tell you that Will Solace is a very good doctor.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear every night, to let you know he loves you.

Here comes a huge confession from Leo Valdez, he's definitely working on a device that could help you. With the help of the Apollo cabin, he thinks he could pull it off, and he's just refining it every day to improve your life because he simply wants the best for you. Even if he ultimately has to scrap it, he'll look for other types of gadgets he can create to help you.

Although he knows you can manage, Leo feels good and proud to be able to help the person he loves. You're the one who made him explore that part of himself where he looks out for your emotional and physical well-being.

#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧#leo valdez #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x reader #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #pjo #hoo x reader #riordanverse #leo valdez headcanons #leo valdez fanfic

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holodeck-enthusiast · 2 months

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The Night After

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*after the episode "All Our Yesterdays"*

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That night, for obvious reasons, Bones found it hard to sleep. Only 3 earth hours left to the beginning of the alpha shift. Bones had already taken a dose of melatonin and it's not working. He refused to fight the thoughts, and was thinking about that another extreme stressful day three of them have had. He embraced the physical and mental pain, something he's actually very good at.

...

Comm chimed, breaking the monotonous humming of the ship's environmental sound.

"Doctor, please accept my apologies for contacting you at this hour. I assume that you were asleep...and this not an emergency...I just.."

Bones noticed the prominent hesitation in Spock's voice. He almost never hesitates. What's got into him again?

"What is it Spock? You feeling unwell?"

"May I come your cabin, Doctor? I need to say something to you and it shouldn't take long"

Bones smiles. "Literally anytime you wish, Spock, you poi.."

He stopped and closed his eyes.

"Yes, of course!".

...

Bones sat up on his bed and commanded the room computer to put on a light. His room is next to Spock's. It took around 45 seconds till Spock came in.

"What is it Spock"

Spock came closer to Bones's bed. Took a small pause before standing straight with his arms behind.

"Doctor, I came here to formally apologise to you for my behaviours in the cave yesterday."

Bones let out a sigh of relief. He was genuinely concerned of it's a healthy emergency; Spock's assurance usually means nothing when his own health is concerned.

"You were clearly affected Spock! You weren't yourself"- Bones smiled.

"You were severaly unwell" Spock continued "I used extreme physical force TWICE, especially when, in reality, you were helping me..."

Bones definitely hadn't needed this apology, but he realised Spock needed to let it out. He didn't interrupt.

"... Although my psyche went back in time, which apparently I had no control over, I should have known best to adapt to the situation. I am ashamed that I failed to do that, and I thank you for taking the responsibility."

"Thank you, Spock. But then you should also recall that it is probably because of you I am alive right now..."

Spock maintained eye contact in silence.

"...see, Spock...it is not news to both of us that these strange new worlds always do strange new things to our minds. That's the part of it. I was never eager to join this mission and now I'm in it for this long..my life is here!.."

Bones stopped for a moment and stood up from his bed. He walked to Spock and stood face to face.

"Plus I do think I deserved a slap back there!" He laughed. "I always call you names. Never realised it could've affected you that much. This human characteristic is very, you know, common among friends. I forget the fact that you do not realise how close and unhinged I feel around Jim and you."

"You always are unhinged around everybody, doctor" Spock let out a microscopic smile.

Bones laughed finally. "Go to your bed, you..." Again he closed his mouth. He'd need to practice for god's sake!

"..pointy-eared Vulcan?... probably I do not like it because that's actually incorrect."

Bones went back to his bed tiredly. "How come?"

"Firstly, to my great sorrow, I am only a half-vulcan; secondly and most importantly, my ears have prominent curvatures here, it's not technically a 'point'."

Bones yelled "Dammit Spock! Just go to you cabin and let me die in peace for...what...2 and a half hours!"

"Good night, doctor.' Spock let out another microscopic smile and left the cabin.

...

Both of them slept like babies afterwards.

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mybullshitsensesaretingling · 2 months

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A Vulcan Smile Part Eight

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] [Part Seven]

A/N: There's some questionable made-up Vulcan lore in this because there's not a whole lot of detail about their telepathic abilities given in the cannon. But, you know what, if the writers of SNW can make up whatever they want about Spock then fuck it so can I. yeehaw, baby

“You’re leaving.” Spock stood in the doorway to your bedroom, arms hanging at his side, shoulders stooped ever so slightly. His tone and expression were carefully crafted to not give any hint that he might be experiencing an emotion. At fourteen he was already well on his way to becoming the man he would grow to be.

You didn’t look up from your packing. “I’m to be on the ship to Earth tomorrow. I am going to stay with the Graysons.”

The Graysons. That’s what you had called them. It took you two years to refer to them as your grandparents.

“You knew I would be leaving,” you said in his mind. You had always preferred the privacy that telepathy provided, even if casual usage wasn’t approved of by the High Council.

“I knew he wanted you to leave,” he said in yours.

Telepathic communication was one of the few of your less desirable behaviors he endulged. You didn’t understand why until you were much older and you realized that you had pushed him away too far and might never have this connection again.

“What do you expect me to do?”

“Fight.”

Finally, you looked up at him. His eyes bore into you. They had such an intensity that anytime he let himself loose even just a little it felt like staring directly into a star.

“You always fight. Why are you not now?”

“There’s nothing to fight. I want this.”

He moved further into you’re room. “You want to leave?”

“I want to be somewhere else. Somewhere I am understood.”

“And you believe that is Earth? Will they not just misunderstand the other half of you?” Spock asked.

You sighed, rubbing a hand across your face. ”I’m tired, Spock. I’m tired of being ostracized for understanding that we were born with more than just a capacity for logic. I am tired of being treated like a failed experiment.”

There was more than that. You were tired of seeing him hurt. You were tired of watching him take the harassment. You were tired of being told just to accept the harassment and constant implications that you were less than. You were tired of being penalized for standing up for yourself and your brother. But you left it unsaid. Unthought, in case he was listening.

“Human society is still young and ignorant. They will not accept you.” His eyes searched your face. “They will not understand you.”

“Maybe not, but at least I’ll be free to be me. I won’t be suffocated under the pressures of being the Ambassador’s hope for a greater relationship between our two races.” You sat down on your bed and stared out the window. “At least I will be told that I am loved.”

A breeze blew through the leaves, partially obscuring your view of the red mountains and the rich orange sky.

“I won’t miss it here,” you said out loud. You needed to hear it. You needed him to believe it.

Now all you saw out the window was darkness and passing stars. You would never see the richness of those orange skies again. A fact the conference was intent on reminding you.

Normally being around that many Vulcans was exhausting because it required you to choose between putting on an act or dealing with the unfettered scorn of the entire group. Neither option was without its downsides. But this event was focused on how to ensure the survival of the people and cultures of Vulcan now that it was gone. Not even Vulcans can fully suppress the level of sorrow that comes with losing a planet and having that many grief-stricken telepaths in one starbase was overwhelming.

The favor you had paid Leonard only worsened your exhaustion. What had been bubbling out of you in aggression was now dripping out in fatigue. Your head felt heavy and cloudy.

You had come to the rooms provided by the Captain with the intention of sleeping, but your mind was bent on replaying memories over and over and not giving you a moment's rest.

Hauling yourself out of bed, you pulled your robes back on. One of the many concessions you had made in order to have your voice heard was to wear a traditional Vulcan dress.

The bottom of your dress and robe swept across the floor as you walked through the corridor. You followed the smell of food and drinks. Even with your nasal numbing agent, it was strong. You hadn’t fully realized how many smells there would be on a ship this size. You didn’t know how Spock dealt with it every day.

The smell led you to what looked like a bar.

You walked a few paces from the door and clasped your hands, trying to figure out if there were replicators you were supposed to use or if there was someone you asked for food.

“You should be resting,” Spock said, coming to stand by you.

“I’m fine,” you answered automatically in his head, something you hadn’t done in years. You were suddenly more willing to fall back on old childhood habits than speak.

He raised a brow at you but responded in kind, “You have not slept in days.”

“I am well within the healthy limit.”

“Not after such a taxing event.”

“But I supposed it wasn’t taxing for you?”

He bristled, realizing that he must think his next words more carefully if he wished to avoid an argument. “It was. However, my mind has always been less open than yours. You take on the suffering of those around you.”

If only he knew just how true that was.

“I’m fine,” you told him again.

“Your mind is cluttered.”

You glanced around the bar. “There’s a lot of people on your ship.”

He looked you over, then spoke out loud, “Come with me.”

You hesitated. You really just wanted to get something to eat and then go back to bed, but reluctantly, you followed him.

The two of you moved quietly through the ship until you were in a smaller room with significantly fewer people.

You exhaled.

When you had denied the Vulcan teachings on emotional control, you had also denied the teachings on telepathy control. They went hand in hand under Serak’s teachings. Telepathy was turned inward to help suppress one's emotions. Without doing this you were left with far more unchecked telepathic power with no one to teach you what to do with it. At least no one you were allowed to talk to as a child.

You had eventually figured it out and learned to control it and use it for good when you could, but you had never built up defenses the way most did. You hadn’t wanted to. Your mother had said that greeting the universe with an open heart and open mind made you more ready to learn. She was a sentimental woman. But she had also told you it would come at a cost. You knew that at least to be true.

The thoughts of those around you were always in your head. Like murmuring from another room. You couldn’t make them out with conscious effort, but they were there. You had learned to tune them out when you were a teenager, but when you were tired and surrounded by others, they started to overtake your own thoughts.

Spock led you to a table and told you to sit. You rested your head on your hand and waited for him to return. When he did, he placed a bowl in front of you. You stared down into the orange broth.

Plomeek soup.

You had despised it as a child. It was so bland and boring and never seemed to satisfy you.

Picking up your head, you lifted a spoonful to your mouth. Your eyes slipped shut as you took in the subtle flavor. It tasted remarkably similar to the one your mother used to make.

Finally, you spoke, “Thank you.”

Spock nodded, watching as you slowly sipped the soup.

“Have you considered meditating?”

You rolled your eyes at the suggestion.

“It has helped Vulcan’s for generations. Why you think it woul-”

“Because I don’t subscribe to the idea that I need to suppress my emotions.” You focused your attention on your meal as you projected your thoughts into his mind.

“A bit of suppression might benefit you.”

“And a bit of expression might benefit you,” you responded in turn.

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“See, don’t you feel better?” You took another sip of soup. “And I did meditate.”

“You could have just said that.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

He rested his hands on the table. “It appears you are also feeling better.”

“I’m starting to.”

“Good.” His head turned as something else in the room caught his attention. “Excuse me. I need to converse with the Captain for a moment. I will be back.”

You gave him a quick nod of recognition. He returned it and walked off. You focused your attention on your soup. The smell, the taste, the feel of it in your mouth. If you focused hard enough, everything else would fade into the background. At least that’s what you hoped would happen.

Instead, a voice cut through your soup thoughts, “There you are.”

You looked up to find Leonard smiling down at you. Glancing around, you saw that he was alone.

“I thought you were giving Jo a tour,” you said. Your voice sounded odd even to your own ears; horst and hallow.

“I was. Just dropped her off to work on homework. When she saw you weren’t there anymore, she made me promise I’d find you and make sure you’re okay.”

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Jo’s worried you’re going to be attacked by a salt vampire.”

“I think those safety lectures of yours did more harm than good,” you told him, dropping your chin to look straight ahead.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

You stiffened at the pet name.

“Look worn slap out.” He put a hand on your shoulder.

The images of his thoughts filled your mind, perfectly formed. You jerked away before you had time to process any of them. You couldn’t deal with anyone else in your head today.

“Don’t touch me.”

He didn’t deserve the sharpness in your tone. You knew that, but you couldn’t stop it from being there. Full and biting.

Leonard held his hands up to show you he wasn’t going to touch you again. “I thought we got over you making me the bad guy when I let you into my head the other night.”

“No one’s making you the bad guy.” You rested your forearms on the table so you could lean towards him. “Do you have to react dramatically to everything?”

“I’m not the one who almost bit someone’s head off for putting a hand on your shoulder.”

“Expecting you to respect my boundaries is not biting your head off.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve never met a boundary you wouldn’t cross.”

You pulled your chin in and raised your brows. “I beg your unbelievable parton?”

“You brought my twelve-year-old to a starbase!”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back. “I have to hand it to you, Doctor. you can hold on to things for an exceptionally long time.”

He crossed his arms. “You could start an argument with an empty house, you know that?”

“You wouldn’t even need the house.”

“I can’t do this right now. Find me when you’re done yo-yoing me around.” He waved a hand over his shoulder as he started back towards the door.

“Oh come on, Doctor. I already know how good you are at walking away. Show me something new.”

He ignored your harassment and your eyes followed him out into the corridor. Then you dropped your head to your arms with a groan.

“You ‘let yourself into his head’?” Spock repeated the phrase as closely as he could in Vulcan.

Stifling the urge to groan, you lifted your head just enough for you to be able to peak over your arms and stared up at your brother.

“What does that mean?” After spending three days with other Vulcan’s his accent was stronger than it had been. It made you realize in retrospect how much his time in Starfleet had affected it. His consents were tighter. His vowels moved at a different pitch. You wondered if he was aware of how much he had changed.

“Nothing,” your Vulcan words were muffled slightly against your sleeve. “Don’t worry about it.”

Silently, he sat down across from you. He carefully folded his hands on the table and straightened up, watching you.

“Don’t do this,” you grumbled.

“Don’t sit down with you?”

“No, don’t do that silent judgy thing you do right before we get in a fight.”

“I do not have a silent judgy thing.”

“I can feel the angry thoughts churning in your head.”

“Anger is a human emotion.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your head again. “Just say what you want to say.”

“I have nothing to say.”

You scoffed but didn’t look up.

“You are going to do what you want to regardless of what I say. I don’t know why I ever bothered trying to give you advice.”

“Advice?” Now you lifted your head fully. “You told me to avoid the doctor completely. How am I supposed to do that without offending his family, who are some of my closest friends? I’m his daughter’s third emergency contact. It goes Donna, then Fred, then me, then Leonard. Do you expect me to just leave him out of the loop in the case of an emergency with his own child?”

“Of course not.”

You pulled your shoulders back so he could get the full effect of your ‘so then what’ expression.

“There are many other forms of relationships between avoiding entirely and performing intimate telepathic bonds together.”

“If it’s so intimate-” It was incredibly intimate. You knew that. “-why do you use it on what are essentially criminals.”

“Sometimes it is necessary to cross that boundary for the good of the many.”

“And sometimes it’s necessary for the good of the one.”

His brows lowered at your flip of the traditional Vulcan motto.

“He was suffering. I wasn’t just going to sit there when I could help.” You leaned back in your seat. “I thought you wanted me to avoid him because you feared I would pick a fight. I thought you would be pleased that we’re are… getting along.”

“You appear to be managing to do both.”

“Why does this bother you so much?”

“You have a tendency to,” he hesitated as he searched for the right words, “become emotionally invested. Were that to happen with a member of this crew who is less than understanding of many of your Vulcan traits it could become difficult for that person to continue working with me.”

“You’re professional relationship is so fragile that my forming a friendship with him would create difficulties?”

“Not for me alone. Your brash, unregulated emotions have gotten you into trouble before. Combining them with the doctor’s could create complications.”

“I am not combining emotions with the doctor.” You stood up. “But if I was, it wouldn’t be any of your business. I can combine whatever I want with whomever I want.”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, I was going to go get some tea, unless you’re worried that I’ll run into the head engineer on the way to the replicators and become emotionally invested.” You didn’t wait for a response before walking away.

The light from the replicator stung your over tired eyes but you didn’t look away. It seemed the easiest place to look.

“Brothers, huh?” a nearby voice asked.

You turned to see Jim still sitting at the table, a PADD in one hand and a mug in the other.

“Brothers,” you agreed, grabbing your tea from the machine.

“Always disappointed about something. I swear I don’t know why mine’s mad at me half the time,” he joked.

“That must be nice.”

He chuckled. “I’m my experience with Spock he usually has a good, logical reason for everything he does and says.”

“And in your experience with brothers?” you asked.

“They usually mean well.” He gave you a sympathetic smile. “Even if they’re doing the wrong thing.”

“Are you speaking as someone with a brother or someone who is a brother?” you asked.

“Both.” He set his PADD down. “But mostly someone with a brother. I’m a great brother.”

You smiled at his playful cockiness.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Of course.”

“What’s a yo-yo?”

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We should start a star trek voyager project to rewrite the 138 episodes that take place after Threshold. Maintain the original plots for the most part, but now the lizard babies are there.

Introduce a crewman who is a babysitter for them when Janeway and Paris have to go do Mission Stuff. For one episode the babysitter gets injured or something and tuvok and neelix to take care of the babies and they're teething! Have Paris tell his dad that he's now a grandfather. Seska steals Voyager in Basics but she misses the babies because no one has gotten around to adding them to the crew register yet, so now Lon Suder has to take care of them while sneaking around the ship.

By the time of The Year of Hell, they can talk, and they're of equivalent intelligence to like 5 year old (modern) humans. One of them dies during the episode, and Janeway is devastated. They come back at the end, of course.

They get mad when they find out the publisher edited them out of The Doctor's hit holonovel of life on Voyager. They show up in Barclay's recreation of life on Voyager, but he gets them completely wrong. They look like iguanas, not salamanders.

During The Killing Game, one of them eats a Hirogen Nazi. Janeway is so proud.

The Voth use them as PROOF that their two species are related, during Distant Origin.

When Q wants to have a kid with Janeway during The Q and the Grey, she replies "I've already got enough kids, thank you very much"

One of them decides to stay with Neelix when he leaves Voyager, having become attached to him, and Neelix treating them like the child they never had.

By the end of the show they'd be six years old, and they obviously grow up fast. They could easily be junior members of the crew by then. They are close friends with Icheb and Q2.

Tom has redesigned the Delta Flyer so that one of the Lizard Kids (the "oldest", Mark) can fly it too, as they're taking after their dad and becoming a damn good pilot.

Another (the middle child, Owen) is helping out B'Elanna (and later, Seven) with tech stuff, and he enjoys helping fix the ship. You'd be amazed how fast a quadrupedal lizard can run through Jeffries Tubes and fix a plasma coupling.

The third (the youngest, Shannon) is an artist and a musician, and is closest to her "godfather", Harry. She's not sure she wants to join Starfleet like her siblings, but she's still happy to help out when she can. She's doing some training with Tuvok as it seems Future Humans have some empathic abilities, and hers are strong enough to need practice to be able to control.

There's a subplot in some random episode where Mark is unsure how they fit in with (modern) humans, and decides they don't fit the gender binary. The Doctor rattles off a long list of species with more than two genders, and he mentions humans. Mark then decides their gender is "lizard" and uses they/them pronouns for the rest of the show. They keep the name Mark for now, commiserating with The Doctor about having a placeholder name until you can figure our your True Name. The gets referenced in one of the future segments of Endgame, where it's revealed that The Doctor has taken the given name "Mark", but it's not revealed what name (if any) Mark has changed to.

Speaking of Endgame, Shannon is on Vulcan helping take care of Tuvok. She's become quite a good doctor by then.

And Owen... didn't make it. He died on the long trip back, valiantly saving the whole ship from a destabilized warp core on the verge of rupture, but took a lethal dose of radiation in the process. Janeway held him in her arms as he died, and she posthumously gave him a promotion to lieutenant, first class. It's one of the things that drive her to go back in time and get Voyager home sooner, and can you really blame her?

Mark's teaching at the academy, after they'd enrolled to make their enlistment official. They barely made it a semester before they were being asked to help teach classes, and then eventually just running half the navigational and piloting divisions. Half of Starfleet wants them as a pilot for new missions to uncharted space, but for now they're staying close to home. Dad is so proud. Their little (half) sister Miral Paris likes to gently rib them over this, pointing out that she's probably gonna end up becoming a full Captain before Mark even gets out of the Academy. Mark points out they could have graduated years ago, but they need to stay here and train the next generation of Starfleet pilots, or Captain Miral Paris's first mission will end real quick when some badly trained ensign accidentally flies them into a black hole.

(Momma Janeway, of course, likes to point out that their dad already DID fly into a black hole, and he even managed to fly out of it afterwards. Miral and Mark both agree that the physics on that one doesn't make much sense, so they're not sure how much they believe that.)

Basically I just want to radically reimagine most of Voyager from Threshold onward, first in small ways with the lizard babies being a small background element and occasional B-plot, but then having their role grow until they're regulars, on even footing with the main cast, appearing in A-plots and having plots of their own dominate an episode.

I get why the show couldn't manage having full-time cast members who are fully CGI, it was 27 years ago after all. But that's no limitation for writing, and besides: we've got Janeway appearing on a fully computer generated show now! We could totally have the Threshold Kids as primary characters.

There'll also be a crossover episode taking place in the primary (no-threshold-babies on board) timeline. It's after voyager, and more importantly after DS9. Janeway and Chakotay are relaxing on earth, having made it safely back home, when they get a vision. The missing-in-action former captain of Deep Space Nine has learned about what happened, and he is pissed. At first he's angry at Janeway for leaving her children behind, no matter the circumstances of their birth, but then he learns it was Chakotay who made the decision (Janeway was too busy being a lizard at the time). His anger is only mostly redirected, as Janeway had every chance to turn around the ship and go back and get them once she'd been cured. He talks to them about the importance and duty of being a parent, and both Janeway and Chakotay agree... They messed up. Janeway wishes she could fix it. The Sisko ask her if she really means that, and when she confirms it, he smiles. You never left them behind, you know. Chakotay made the right choice and when you had the chance, you agreed with him. The Sisko fades away, and six years sideways Tuvok and a younger Chakotay are staring at a pond on some unnamed alien world, having just zapped Lizard!Paris and Lizard!Janeway with a phaser. They see a light on their faces as they go into an Orb of the Prophets Vision , and The Sisko, official demi-god and prophet of Bajor, gives them a direct order. They are to bring those babies on board their ship, because Starfleet is about discovering new life and new civilizations and THERE IT SWIMS. Voyager is a family, and it's a family that just got bigger. He holds the lizard babies in his arms for a moment, even if only in the vision, and he's so proud of them. The Sisko has always loved babies, and the number of Bajorans who have reported having unprompted Orb Visions in the days after they give birth is becoming a bit of an epidemic. (For what it's worth, they're very happy about it. It's a great blessing after all. Imagine you just gave birth and Jesus or Moses shows up in a vision to tell you your baby is very cute and is going to grow up big and strong. You'd probably take that as a good omen, you know?)

Back in 2372, Chakotay and Tuvok agree. The rest of the episode is altered: Janeway and Paris have a brief talk in the med-bay, then go down to Cargo Deck 2 to see their kids swimming in the little artifical pond that Kes and Tuvok set up for them. Neelix is there, trying to feed them small spoonfuls of Feragoit goulash. They don't know what to make of Tuvok and Chakotay's report of getting a vision that told them to bring the babies on board, but they agree it was the right choice, even if it's going to be a challenge raising three babies on a starship this far from home. The episode ends with one of the babies missing the spoon entirely and latching onto Neelix's thumb, and Paris and Janeway laugh.

His high-pitched screaming echoes through the ship as we cut to the view of Voyager flying through the stars, and the card "Executive Producer Rick Berman" pops up on screen. As if on cue, the screams get louder.

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Lover/Awoken

Pairing: Spock x Reader

Fandom: Star Trek (Kelvin Timeline)

Summary: While saving the children of an alien species, you are injected with a toxin that causes immense pain. What will be Spock’s reaction to this?

Warnings: Pain, almost-death

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“Just do it!”

Scotty beamed you back, causing you to feel like you were hit by a starship.

“--y would you do that?!” Bones had practically caught you when you showed up in the beam room. He was yelling at Kirk, as always. “You should never beam someone wen that kind of toxins been introduced to their system!”

“S-Sp--” You tried to ask about your lover, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Bones just nodded. He knew what you were trying to say. “Spock’s on his way. He just got back, too.”

“I am right here, my love,” your partner suddenly appeared and knelt next to you. He took over from Bones in holding you.

Your brow furrowed at the term of endearment. Then, with another stabbing pain, you realised you must’ve been worse off than you thought. “Spock, it...it hurts,” you gritted as you leaned into him.

“I know, baby. It-It is going to be okay.”

“Baby. Hmm. I must be dying,” you thought.

Spock and Bones blurred as you drifted from consciousness.

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“Spock. I think they’re waking up.”

There was the sound of frantic rustling as the world came back into focus. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was your half-Vulcan. A quick glance at and behind him revealed that he had probably been sleeping when Kirk told him of your waking.

“How long have I been out?” you asked.

Spock answered. “...Two days.”

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” offered the captain.

If you knew Spock, he would’ve forgotten to eat while waiting for you. It occurred to you that Kirk probably took care of Spock as much as he could while you were sleeping.

“Jim,” you called after him, getting him to turn around. “Thank you,” you told him.

Smiling, he nodded, “No problem,” and left.

“Are the children of the species okay?” you immediately asked Spock.

He nodded. He was sitting on the side of your bed, holding your hand and brushing his thumb over the back of it. “Yes. We were able to neutralise the toxin. There should be no more casualties.”

You nodded in return, then pulled your hand from his to place it on your cheek. “You haven’t shaved.”

A smile flashed across his face. “Yes. As I am sure you understand, I was indisposed. I could go now and--”

“No, wait. I like it,” you stopped him to say.

There was no mistaking the smirk on Spock’s lips then. “I missed you very much,” he stated simply.

“And I you, S’chnn,” you replied with all the sincerity that you had. You took his face in your hands brought him close to you so you could kiss your lover for the first time since you had awoken, but certainly not the last time that day.

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Day One

Of Motel Rooms and Misunderstandings - lilolilyrae Why Do You Drink (the Raktajino)? - rebelrsr Resting Place - fancyadancebrigadier Take the victories you can get - Account5738525 Taking Flight - Hollie47 Picnic on Vulcan (Art) - starrycrowz Meet Me In Alcove Three - CreativeTadpole kiss kiss motherfucker (fuck nasty) - skylarkblue Happy New Beginning - hulkling616 Dare You To Move - baubeautyandthegeek Craving You - baubeautyandthegeek Jadzia/Lenara (Gifset) - ezrisdax Coffeeshop AU (Art) - seagull-energy J7 Mutual Pining (Art) - zestoflemon Mutual Pining: Kira x Ezri (Gifset) - stopthatbluecat There was only one bed (Art) - 40cleverways Misunderstandings - fenrisranger I'll Be Your Battery Pack - spacedogfromspace When the Night Turns Over - wonderofasunrise one of the rotten ones - wanderingwriter87 Cramped Quarters - darktiger57 The Saga Begins - Account5738525

Day Two

You saw me start to believe for the first time - baubeautyandthegeek Ain't Even Grey But She Buries Her Baby - baubeautyandthegeek Friends to Lovers (Art) - spiritintheinkwell Constant - stopthatbluecat A Round on J'Gal - Alsike May I Have a Moment (of Your Time)? - rebelrsr Protect - CreativeTadpole The Symbiont Owner's Manual - fenrisranger Chemistry - CharlieChills Friends to Lovers (Art) - seagull-energy Friends to Lovers (Art) - zestoflemon Friends to Lovers (Art) - starrycrowz i never did believe in miracles - twoheadedmoon Buckets - astronaut86 Take the victories you can get - Account5738525 feathered canyons everywhere - leohttt Rescuing Una - CandyCurlsofMaddness I Love You More Than Curly Fries - spacedogfromspace Friends to Lovers (Art) - tallysgreatestfan All Things Bright and Beautiful - Divinemissem13 Constant - stopthatbluecat one of the rotten ones - wanderingwriter87 Misunderstandings - MystidPurple i never did believe in miracles - twoheadedmoon Last Breath - CelestialVigilante

Day Three

Mirror Universe Aesthetic - my-gaydar-is-on-point Mirror Universe Aesthetic - my-gaydar-is-on-point Hold It Against Me Fanvid - pixiedane I was a flight risk, with a fear of falling - baubeautyandthegeek Show Me Some Decency - baubeautyandthegeek The Behavior of Individuals is Unpredictable - fenrisranger We Have Time - stopthatbluecat Returning Home - CharlieChills Evil, Skanky and Kinda Gay - SirenOfTitan The Wrong Kind of Interesting - darktiger57 Mirror Universe Kiradax Art - zestoflemon Malfunctioning Turbo-Lift of Destiny - spacedogfromspace Our Guiding Light, the Borg Queen - astronaut86 Cosy in the Turbolift - Hollie47 Mirror Universe Chahura Photoset - Kingstoken Mirror Universe Bevtroi Art - starrycrowz Mirror Universe Bevtroi Art - lyroart The more things change - CandyCurlsofMaddness Like A Rhapsody - skylarkblue We Have Time - stopthatbluecat Mirror Universe EzriLeeta Art - starcrossed-perceivers Trapped In A Turbolift - Account5738525

Day Four

Seeing Stars - Pixie The Treasure of Enterprise NX-01 - Alsike She is half your age - baubeautyandthegeek But something happened for the very first... - baubeautyandthegeek Fake Marriage KiraDax Gifset - stopthatbluecat All the Wounds We Cannot See - Divinemissem13 Milippa Fake Marriage Manip - my-gaydar-is-on-point She's Worth Trouble - fenrisranger We Make Our Hearts - EulGarakAFrites Chahura Treating Injuries Art - sopheadraws Chortegas Treating Injuries Art - seagull-energy Reciprocation - CharlieChills She's Worth Trouble - fenrisranger overdramatic and true - Lesbi_enterprise To The Bar - CreativeTadpole Oh No She's Hot - spacedogfromspace Take the victories you can get - Account5738525 Almost Magic - Hollie47

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Wanna Try Star Trek? 2 - Kate Mulgrew and Explosions

Hello again Tumblr, it’s me, John Startrek, back to recap another episode of Star Trek in a newcomer friendly way so that I can help show just how fun and wild these shows are to watch. If you’re boldly going into this franchise for the first time, or an old hand, welcome!

The Great Trek Wheel has selected a doozy for us today, in the form of the episode Deadlock, from episode 21 of season 2 of Star Trek: Voyager. So let’s talk about Voyager.

Voyager aired for seven seasons between 1995 - 2001, launching as the flagship series for the then brand new UPN channel. The basic premise is that a fresh off the factory starship, under the command of the recently promoted Captain Kathryn Janeway, are sent out on a short mission to capture members of a terrorist group called the Maquis. During the mission, both Voyager and the Maquis ship found themselves flung to the far side of the galaxy and the two crews have to unite and travel back the long way round. Yes, this is the salamander sex show you’ve seen trekkie tumblrinas get so excited over.

With no Starfleet and no support, Voyager must make it on her own, with only the grit and gumption of her crew to protect her. She’s going to explode a lot this episode.

Before we get started, I do want to throw out a quick content warning: this episode contains the death of a small child.

We open on a charming little domestic scene. The ship’s cook, Neelix (a Delta Quadrant native Voyager had recruited back in the pilot) is asking recurring character Samantha Wildman to check on a few technical difficulties he’s been having. Samantha, despite being heavily pregnant, is only too happy to agree.

Medical Officer’s Note: Samantha Wildman’s actually been pregnant since the show started, her child having been conceived before Voyager disappeared. Given that Trek adheres to the general rule that one season is about one year in the show, this means that her baby might seem slightly overdue. However, the father is a Ktarian, and this is apparently quite normal.

Samantha goes into labour and Neelix rushes her to the medical bay, where the ship’s doctor sets about delivering little baby Wildman. By the by, the Doctor is a hologram (Voyager’s doctor having died during the events that stranded Voyager) called the Doctor. The nurse is another Delta Quadrant native named Kes.

We cut to the bridge, where everyone’s on the edge of their seats while they wait for news. Again, it’s cute, getting to see the daily lives and mundane concerns of the crew. I dunno, it makes me happy. The usually reserved Tuvok even shares that his wife once spent 96 hours in labour. The idea that Tuvok recognises the consternation of his colleagues and, instead of preaching about logic as Vulcans are wont to do, chooses to soothe their nerves instead is just the kind of charisma that Voyager’s detractors tend to overlook.

It’s not all smiles and storytimes, however, as a Vidiian ship shows up on sensors. Janeway never met an emergency she didn’t want to mud wrestle into oblivion, so she soon orders the ship to hide in a nearby plasma drift on the advice of one of her officers. There’s a pretty shot of Voyager doing just that.

Science Officer’s Note: One of the reasons for Voyager being set on the far side of the galaxy was the opportunity to create new aliens to serve as recurring antagonists. The Vidiians were one of those races. They don’t get to do a lot here, but when they do get focus they tend to be quite creepy. The entire species is dying from an incurable disease called the Phage, and they travel the stars harvesting the organs of other races to prolong their own lives.

Remember what our medical officer said about the baby being half Ktarian? That means that that little baby Wildman has horns on their forehead, which have gotten caught in the uterine wall. Yeah, I winced at that too. The safest solution is to use the ship’s transporters to teleport the baby into a nearby bed, apparently. Gotta wonder why they weren’t doing that in the first place, to be honest. I know I’d prefer it.

It’s a girl! Samantha doesn’t have a name prepared, but with the mystical powers of having watched this show before, I can inform you that her name’s Naomi. We’ll be using that going forward, cause it’s gonna come up. Due to the transporter, there’s a slight issue with young Naomi that the Doctor is going to treat with something called osmotic pressure therapy.

Just then, main power cuts out and the engines stall. Janeway called the Chief Engineer, B’Elanna Torres, and establish that the ship is rapidly running out of antimatter, basically their source of fuel. The two technobabble back and forth until they have a solution, setting off proton bursts that’ll basically keep the remaining antimatter from using itself up. Seeing as everything’s now safely in hand, it’d sure be a shame if the ship suddenly started exploding.

Anyway, the ship starts exploding.

Chief Engineer’s Note: Whenever the ship is under attack, hitting turbulence, what have you, they aren’t actually blowing up the set, of course. Instead, the cameras are rocked about and the actors are told to just play pretend. This makes it all the more impressive that Kate Mulgew throws herself quite so violently out of the captain’s chair during this episode.

See, the proton bursts are firing, but without any of the safety procedures in place it’s doing massive damage. Torres swears she didn’t start the procedure. In fact, one of the damaged systems is the very one they’d use to fire the bursts in the first place! Casualties are flooding in from all over the ship. Explosions are wracking the bridge, throwing our characters around violently. It’s all very tense.

There’s a rupture in the ship’s hull, down on Deck 15. Ensign Harry Kim tells Janeway he thinks he can seal it, and gets sent off to do so with the help of B’Elanna and somebody who’s not a main character. Three guesses who’s gonna die.

The Doctor’s trying his best to keep up with triage, but baby Naomi is struggling. With more bursts hitting the ship, the Doctor is temporarily knocked offline at a crucial moment. Back on the bridge, they’ve still no idea how to stop the bursts, but think they can minimise the effects with technobabble.

Lt Hogan, the non-main character, is hurt badly by an exploding panel, but Kim & B’Elanna can’t go back and help him. The big hole in the floor that leads into the yawning void of space is slightly more pressing.

This is where Naomi doesn’t make it. Even in the midst of triage, the Doctor takes a moment to comfort Samantha. But it’s not long before duty calls again, with Hogan requesting medical aid. Kes rushes off to save him.

Things aren’t going any better on Deck 15. Another burst rocks the ship and Kim falls through the breach and B’Elanna can’t save him. He’s flushed into space, dead and gone. With no time to mourn, B’Elanna turns back to help Hogan, only to see Kes run down the corridor and vanish into thin air.

And you thought Hogan was gonna die.

Despite all the tragedy around her, B’Elanna’s almost as tenacious with a problem that presents itself as Janeway. She waves a tricorder at the space where Kes disappeared and detects a spatial rift that leads to somewhere with a breathable atmosphere, which she reports in. There’s no time to explore, however, so she and Hogan evacuate the deck.

With the blasts minimised for the moment, Janeway gets a truly devastating damage report from Tuvok, including the death of Naomi. But a crisis is where Janeway thrives. With barely a moment’s pause, she starts ordering triage of their biggest problems.

Another burst rocks the ship, causing a hull breach on the bridge and knocking out the technobabble that they’d just spent all that time setting up to minimise the proton bursts. Janeway orders a full evacuation as fires rage around her. Well, full except for her, as she stays behind to try and seal the breach.

Chakotay, the first officer, yells at her to hurry up and leave dammit. She does acquiesce, but on her way she sees a ghostly image of the crew in their seats on an unexploded bridge. The ghostly Janeway notices her too. Spooky.

Turns out there’s a whole other Voyager, which hasn’t had any explosions tearing it apart, where Janeway has been going completely unenriched and is all about figuring out her momentary hallucination. Kim, alive and well on this Voyager, tells her that there was a momentary spatial rift, for all of a millisecond. Sadly, they can’t tell any more with all the proton bursts they’re doing to save their fuel. So Janeway orders them sped up. Uh oh.

At least Naomi is safe and healthy in this version, the therapy having worked perfectly. Also in this nice clean sickbay is a second Kes, who mysteriously appeared on Deck 15.

Ship Counsellor’s Note: With two Voyagers and two crews, things could get a little complicated. From here on out, we’ll be referring to Janeway et al from the explosion dimension as Janeway 1, Voyager 1, etc. and everything from the non-exploding Voyager will be Janeway 2 etc

Kes 1 explains what happened to her ship to Janeway 2, and is eager to get back and help Voyager 1. Janeway 2 and B’Elanna 2 pretty quickly work out that somehow the plasma drift duplicated Voyager and all the matter aboard, but not the antimatter. With two ships drawing from the same fuel source, it’s no wonder the stuff was draining so fast. Janeway 2 orders the proton bursts stopped, but that means the antimatter starts draining again.

Together, Janeway 2 & B’Elanna 2 manage to figure out a way to talk to Voyager 1, where they manage to speak with Janeway 1 who has had to set up shop in the Engineering department.

Most of this conversation happens offscreen, and afterwards the crew of Voyager 1 are torn on whether or not to trust Janeway 2. Janeway 1 says she knows enough information about the situation and her own history that she’s willing to believe it and enact Janeway 2’s plan that was not explodey enough to let us listen in on.

The plan to merge the two Voyagers doesn’t work, and instead causes more explosions. The antimatter is now haemorrhaging, the com link is lost and there’s 30 minutes of power left, if that.

Two Janeways up against a strict time limit, with the deaths of hundreds of people on the line? The universe doesn’t stand a chance.

To wit, Voyager 2 has figured out a way to send Kes 1 back to her ship, and Janeway 2’s going with her. The two Janeways talk about how to fix their mutual problem in a really tight shot that makes it look like she’s about to pin herself against the bulkhead and make out sloppy style. That’s one for AO3, I guess.

Janeway 2 recommends another technobabble solution, and Janeway 1’s already ruled it out with her B’Elanna. She counters with the suggestion to move the crew of Voyager 1 to Voyager 2, but B’Elanna 2 has already figured out that that’d make everything explode, so another no go.

There’s only one thing for it, Janeway 1 is gonna self destruct her Voyager. Janeway 2 tries to argue it with her, but not even Janeway can defeat Janeway. Janeway 1 does agree to a 15 minute reprieve, in case of any last minute genius ideas.

With Janeway 2 back on her pristine bridge, she calls up Janeway 2 and begins to describe a plan to her counterpart. I say begins, because hey, remember the Vidiians? That hostile alien race that kickstarted this plot? Well, they’ve found Voyager and neither version of the ship is able to raise shields or engage weapons thanks to the power drain.

The Vidiians fire on Voyager but only Voyager 2 seems to be affected. And when they board Voyager, it’s only Voyager 2 that gets boarded. Outnumbered two to one and being swiftly overrun, Janeway 2 decides it’s her turn to have some explosions and announces to Janeway 1 that she’s going to self-destruct her ship so Voyager 1 can escape. What’s more, she’s going to send Kim 2 along with Naomi 2 to replace their dead counterparts on Voyager 1.

The Vidiians take out Tuvok 2 and Paris 2 easily, and the Doctor 2 tries desperately to hide Naomi 2 after sickbay is breached. Kim 2 enters, does a cool stunt, and takes out the Vidiians. Explaining that their Voyager is doomed and that he’s going over to Voyager 1, the Doctor wastes no time mourning his demise and hands over Naomi 2, along with a message about her health for the Doctor 1.

Up on the bridge of Voyager 2, Janeway 2 has just enough time to icily welcome the Vidiians to the bridge before the ship blows up. Kim 2 just makes it through the spatial rift, emerging on Deck 15 of Voyager 1 in time.

With Voyager 2 and the Vidiians destroyed, Voyager 1 is hurt but alive. Luckily, there were no further fatalities and nothing was irreparably damaged. Chakotay comforts Janeway, who bemoans but acknowledges the necessity of the other Voyager’s demise. Samantha, for her part, is just happy to have her daughter back safe and sound. Kim is a little more confused about whether he’s the same Kim as the one they lost, and whether this is the same ship as the one he woke up on that morning. Janeway tells him that they’re Starfleet: weird is just part of the job.

Often, Star Trek is a morality play. A thoughtful and nuanced discussion of ethics and philosophy. Sometimes, it’s explosions and Kate Mulgrew with a face of blood and soot, daring the universe to say that to her face. People will often bemoan when Trek turns towards action, but when it’s done well it’s a treat to watch.

The decision to focus on the two Janeways is smart in both streamlining a potentially confusing story, but also letting Kate Mulgrew really strut her stuff. She’s on record as saying that this episode was very technically challenging for her, but also very rewarding.

The character of Janeway has gotten some guff over the years, as has Voyager the show, for not always being the most consistently written. Frankly, with a performance this good, I find it hard to care.

If this was your first Star Trek episode, would you get a good feel for the world, the characters, the inquisitive mind of Trek? No, but you’d have a hell of a good time. I can heartily recommend Deadlock.

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So what’s next? Where will the Great Wheel of Trek take us? What strange new worlds await?

Ho boy, time to hit up Enterprise.

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