#and it mind wipes uhura??????

[daftmooncretin]

star trek is great because the episode i watched last night was like: have we as humans progressed to the point where there is no longer any need for gods/faith? maybe the only thing we can and should have faith in now is each-other.

And then the episode i watched today was like: yeah so kirk has this bitch computer son thats weirdly sexist? and then kirk tells his computer son to kill himself and he and spock stick bombs to it and fling it out the window and then spocks like wow captain that sure was a great display of logic when you molotov cocktailed your bitch computer son out the window and kirks like yeah i ate that fr

#and its also 45 minutes of the most homoerotic spirk garbage for no apparent reason #and it mind wipes uhura?????? #they frame it like the sexist computer is their problem child #and also jim is just not having it. like he’s just so done with being captain this whole episode #hes like dont bother me with this robot shit spock.. it killed scotty? ugh. fine. fling it out the window then bones i dont care. #star trek the original series #spock #jim kirk #star trek #the changeling #star trek tos #spirk

[qwantzfeed]

wipe questions about old star trek episodes from MY mind and there simply wouldn't be anything left, and i would be as blank as Uhura was when her memory was wiped by Nomad, the space probe created by the collision of an Earth probe designed to seek out new life forms, and Tan Ru, an alien probe programmed to secure and sterilize soil samples from other planets, and their two programs merged and create a probe who believed its purpose was to seek out and steralize imperfect life forms and which then mistook Captain James Kirk as Jackson Roykirk, its creator!

[lightshiningforth]

It always bugged me in “The Changeling” that Nomad apparently wipes Uhura’s mind and they just “re-educate” her like nothing happened. I choose to believe that rather than total amnesia, Nomad somehow erased all of her skills/abilities. So she still has her memories, but can’t functionally do anything with them or make sense of them until she relearns the basics, i.e. language.

That’s still a super messed up thing to go through! For me, though, the idea that Uhura would have to essentially start over as a new person otherwise is utterly tragic. And if that were the case, it would be EVEN MORE ridiculous that it wasn’t ever addressed again (though, what else is new? Tarsus IV, anyone?).

#star trek #star trek tos #uhura

[flippyspoon]

Some Enchanting Linguist

Note: Just a lil SNW Scott/Uhura with a small side of Spirk because the mood struck me! Takes place after Hegemony but Gorn have been vanquished everything's fine now.

Summary: Uhura introduced Jim Kirk to the love of his life and Jim Kirk returns the favor.

Montgomery Scott had run out of things to do in engineering and only a few quiet gamma shifters were left, the lights dimmed as he sat on one leg, staring bleary eyed at his PADD. It was nearly time for alpha shift. Soon the lights would get bright again. He had already spent the better part of the last five hours hunched in a Jeffries tube rewiring a turbolift just to see if it could run a little more smoothly and swiftly, not that anyone had asked him. But it was something to do and in taking the lift with Captain Pike down to engineering the day before it had seemed slightly off kilter to him. And even if it was more likely his own edginess making him feel off kilter, well, he’d already finished everything Pelia had given him to do and then lied and said he’d go to bed.

Now all he had left were his old equations, a hobby since his last year at the academy and occasionally the reason his grades had sometimes suffered. The point right now was to keep busy. This didn’t quite fit the bill. It was too open ended. Tedious work was better. Tedious mindless work kept him from thinking about the Stardiver and how now the worst words in the world would forever be on his Starfleet record: sole survivor.

Still his little hobby was comforting even if he was fairly certain it was completely unsolvable.

A shrill whistle startled him and he frowned, scratching his stubbled chin.

“Y’ello!” A voice echoed in the shadows of the dark and dingy corner of engineering where Montgomery had holed up. “Anybody in here answer to Mr. Scott?”

“Aye!” Scotty leaned back in his chair, frowning in the direction of the shout. “That’s me!” He craned his head, squinting into the shadows as a figure stepped out in command gold. Scotty spotted the stripes and hopped to his feet. “Commander?”

“Kirk!” Kirk nodded, smiling easily, and stuck out his hand. “James T. I’m on the Farragut, but Captain Pike keeps luring me back over to the flagship and I’m not complaining. And you’re Scott.”

“Yes. Eh, Scott, sir.” He smiled tightly, shaking Kirk’s hand. Kirk’s eyes flicked down to his greasy fingers and Scott winced. “Montgomery. Lieutenant junior grade. Sorry about that, Commander. I’ve been at it a bit down here.”

“No worries, Mr. Scott,” Kirk said, winking. “Killer work ethic, huh? When’s the last time you slept?”

“Aye, well…” He scratched his head, pulling a face. “Dinnae think that’s goin’ to happen anytime soon.”

“Yes, I heard about the Stardiver,” Kirk said. He reached out and clutched Scott’s shoulder, squeezing gently, and there was something genuinely comforting about it. Scott had experienced just about enough pitying looks from some of the crew on the Enterprise. Not that it was their fault. But Kirk was matter of fact about it in a way he appreciated. “Been there. Trust me. Hey, could you eat? It’s about breakfast time already. I’ll be honest. Pelia sent me down to check on you and I was curious to meet you.”

“Me, sir?” Scott haphazardly wiped his hands on his pants as he followed Kirk out to the corridor. “And why’s that?”

“Haven’t you heard what they’re calling you, Scott?” Kirk said.

“Eh…no?”

“Montgomery Scott, Lieutenant genius grade.”

Scotty’s eyebrows jumped and he smiled genuinely for the first time all day. “Oh, aye? Cannae say I mind it then.”

“Can I ask what you were working on over there?” Kirk said, gesturing behind them. “Looked pretty wild.”

“Eh, last time I told anyone about it I got laughed outta the room, sir.” Yet Scotty suspected Kirk wouldn’t laugh.

“Try me.”

“Transwarp beaming,” Scotty said, half-whispering as if conveying a great secret. “Just a little project of mine since academy days.”

“Well, I’m not laughing,” Kirk said. “But that is certainly ambitious.”

In the turbolift Kirk grabbed the lever and said, “Deck five.” Then as it began to move, he frowned. “Hey! Lift’s movin’ extra smoothly today. Feels good.”

“Thank you, Commander.” Scott puffed his chest out a little. “I was workin’ on it all night.”

“Wow. Nicely done.”

The corridor to the mess was bustling as alpha shift was beginning shortly. He’d stayed up all night and he could feel it in his bones and behind his eyes a bit, but still he did not want to be in his quiet quarters and crawl into a bed alone. It was much better to be around people. Alive people. People. Not gorn.

“Commander, can I ask ye somethin’?” Scott said.”A bit…personal?”

“Sure, but if it’s personal, why don’t you call me Jim?”

“Aye. Jim. About the Stardiver. You said you’ve been there yourself.”

Kirk’s expression darkened and his hands were tightly clasped behind his back. “Yes. More than once. In a matter of speaking.”

“Does it get get any better then?”

“Yes,” Kirk said, nodding firmly. “But it will always be hard and I won’t lie, it follows you forever. Good news is, if you need a friend, this ship seems to be a good place to find one. So I hope you stick around, Mr. Scott.”

“I can think a’ worse fates,” Scotty muttered. 

In fact, having gotten a good look at the Enterprises’s engines, Scott had already declared his undying love. They would have to tear him away with the jaws of life, he supposed.

The mess was crowded and Scott felt like a cloud of unwashed filth next to all the bright eyed and well rested and squeaky clean crew carrying trays to their usual tables, all of them smiling and amongst co-workers they’d worked with likely for years. 

Scott stuck close to Kirk and loaded up his tray with two muffins, scrambled eggs, a pile of bacon, fruit, and a massive cup of coffee. When he turned around again, Kirk was gone, and he mildly panicked a moment before spotting Jim waving at him from an empty table.

Scott dove into his breakfast without preamble and was halfway finished before muttering to himself, “I am hungry.” It was a bit of a relief to realize it and to enjoy what he was eating, replicated or no.

Across from him Jim chuckled and lifted his coffee as if in a toast. “Good.”

Scott was swallowing the last of his bacon when he glanced up and breathed in sharply, feeling as if someone might have just brained him with a hyperspanner.

“Commander Kirk. Eh…who’s…who’s that?” He nodded vaguely at a figure across the mess, his gaze fixed on beautiful dark skinned young ensign in ops red whose incandescent smile was fixed on Mr. Spock as she carried her tray.

Jim followed his gaze and a slow and drunk looking smile crossed his face. “Oh yeah. That’s Mr. Spock.”

“Not the Vulcan,” Scott said. “The ensign. She’s so…” He shook his head, unable to think of an appropriately effusive descriptor.

“Oh! Nyota?” Jim took a swig of coffee. “I’ll introduce you.”

“No no nono wait!” Scott sputtered, but Jim was already standing and waving the ensign and Mr. Spock over to the table. Mr. Spock he’d already met. The Enterprise’s science officer. Whether Spock even remembered him or not, Scott had no idea. Spock’s eyes were fixed on Kirk as he sat at the table across from him. Eventually, he spared Scott a polite nod.

“Nyota!” Kirk said. “This is Mr. Scott. Scott, this is Ensign Nyota Uhura. She’s to linguistics what you are to engineering.” Jim clapped him on the back and said, “This is the guy who built the transponder and all those gorn traps out of nothin’.”

“Really?” Nyota said. “You’re that guy?”

Scott reflexively stood as the others were sitting down, blushed, and sat down again. He cleared his throat, dazed by Uhura’s glimmering brown eyes and the friendly smile now fixed on him. “Yes. That’s me. Scott. Montgomery. Lieutenant. Junior grade. Very nice to meet you. Ma’am. Er. Ensign, that is.”

Uhura’s lips parted and her eyes widened. “Your brogue is magnificent!”

Scotty blushed from the tips of his toes all the way up to his grease scuffed forehead. “Oh! Ah. Thank ye.”

She pointed at him and said, “You’re not from Aberdeen, but you spent some time there, didn't you? How long?”

“How did you know that?” Scott said. “I spent about seven years there as a lad.”

Uhura tapped her ears. “That’s what I do, Mr. Scott!”

“Oh!” He leaned on his hand, his breakfast forgotten. “That’s so fascinatin’. So how many languages do you speak anyway?”

“Thirty-seven Earth languages,” Uhura said, and Scott was entranced by the way she slightly batted her eyes. “But now I’m mainly studying as many non-Terran languages as I can get my head around. Vulcan, Andorian, Denobulan-”

“Crivens,” Scott murmured. “That’s amazin’.”

“You know, I was close to our former Chief Engineer. Hemmer?” Uhura swallowed, and Scott felt a pang of sympathy immediately recognizing the subtlest expression of grief. “He always said engineering was really quite similar to linguistics. Seemingly unrelated systems communicating?”

“That makes a lot of sense!” Scott said.

“Well, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said next to him. “Seems our presence here has quickly become redundant.”

“It would appear so,” Spock agreed. “I am not certain they are aware of our presence at all.”

“I’m sure they aren’t,” Kirk said, and smirked at Spock, leaning forward over the table. “I am certainly aware of yours however.”

“I am seated right in front of you, Commander,” Spock said, raising an amused eyebrow. “It would be odd if you were not aware of me.”

“Is it odd that I’m always aware of you even when you are not seated right in front of me?” Jim said smoothly, and Spock lowered his eyes, his lips curving up a little.

“You talked to aliens with music?” Scott said. He slapped the table. “Did ye ever hear the like?”

“Hey Scott- Scotty!” Jim had to wave to get his attention again. “I bet you’d enjoy hearing Ensign Uhura here sing, wouldn’t you?”

“Jim!” Uhura hissed and punched him in the shoulder.

“You sing too!” Scott’s eyes lit up. 

“Sometimes,” Uhura said, sitting up straight. “Mr. Spock accompanies me on the lyre.”

“If you would be amenable to singing tonight, Ensign,” Spock said. “I am available to play.”

“Ooh!” Kirk rubbed his hands together. “Now I’m excited. Scott, you and I are in for a treat.”

“I just bet we are, Jim,” Scott murmured, sitting back as he and Jim gazed on Mr. Spock and Uhura. “I’ll bet we are.”

#uhotty #snw #strange new worlds #nyota uhura #montgomery scott

[indeedcaptain]

Spirktober 2023, day 20: Protect

Protective!Spock is my favoriteeeeee <3 so here we go!!

Also posted on AO3 here!

☆☆☆

Starfleet, in its infinite wisdom, had changed the design of the cutlery in the mess halls, and Kirk hated the new ones.

They were balanced differently, they were less ergonomic, and --- as he bent down to regather the knife that had slipped down off his plate onto the floor for the third time in as many days --- they refused to stay where they were placed. 

He returned to upright to see Uhura and Bones staring in states of shock at Spock, seated next to him. Spock placidly spooned plomeek soup into his mouth and gave no indication that he was aware of their attention. He finished his meal, slid his spoon into the bowl, and stood. “I will be in Laboratory 7 for the remainder of Alpha shift,” he said. “Good-bye.” 

“Bye, Spock,” Uhura said faintly, and she and Bones watched him leave with that same slightly dazed look. 

“Alright,” Kirk said. “That’s enough. Why are you looking at him like that?”

Bones and Uhura looked at each other before answering, which was never a good sign. Uhura must have won whatever argument they were silently having, because it was Bones who sighed and said, “Jim, have you ever noticed that Spock is slightly… overprotective?” 

Kirk started. “Now, I wouldn’t call it over-protective,” he said, shifting in his seat. “He’s loyal. He’s a Vulcan. The ship and her crew are his responsibility, as first officer.” 

“Not with the crew, captain,” Uhura said. “It’s really just with you.” 

“I don’t think so,” he said. “Mr. Spock is the best first officer in the Fleet. Everyone says so. Protective? Sure. But we seem to get into trouble more than most, so that’s probably for the best.” 

Bones and Uhura exchanged another glance. “If you say so, captain,” Uhura said, and they finished the rest of their meal in relative peace. Kirk had nearly forgotten about the exchange until his padd pinged with a message from Bones as he was preparing to lay down for the night. 

>TheRealMcCoy: just saying

>TheRealMcCoy: [Attachment: securityfile3214-25.gif]

Kirk tapped on the gif and it opened. It was a looping video that Bones must have pulled from the security feed, or bribed someone else to pull, more likely. It showed a black and white view of the officer’s mess hall. Kirk saw the square table where he, Bones, Uhura, and Spock had shared lunch earlier in the day. He watched himself set down his knife, which promptly slid backwards off his plate and bounced to the ground. He saw himself bend over sideways to grab at it, ducking his head down beneath the level of the table. 

He saw Spock lean over and cover the corner of the table with his hand. He saw himself come back up, and as his head cleared the edge of the table he saw Spock straighten back up and return his hand to its standard position in his lap. 

Kirk sat down on his bed, expanded the .gif to fill his whole screen, and watched it again. He leaned down to grab the knife and Spock covered the sharp corner of the table with his hand until his head was safely away from it. He watched the .gif over and over again, memorizing the little protective gesture of Spock’s that he hadn’t even noticed at the time but was now immortalized in the security footage. Spock hadn’t even turned his head to look at Kirk before moving to cover the corner. How frequently had this happened? How many of these moments had Uhura and Bones seen that he hadn’t? 

>JTK: Huh 

>JTK: Okay

>JTK: I still don’t think it counts as OVER protective 

>JTK: does this happen a lot?? 

>TheRealMcCoy: the good lord gave you your own eyeballs 

>TheRealMcCoy: how about you use them

“Computer, lights to zero,” he said. He lay in the darkness, trying to sleep, unable to wipe the sight of Spock’s hand sliding over the table’s corner out of his mind. 

☆☆☆ 

Kirk watched his first officer carefully over the next few weeks, and it was an enlightening experience. Nothing in Spock’s behavior or demeanor had changed, but Uhura’s comment of “it’s really just with you” had latched in his brain and reframed how he saw the little quirks of Spock’s protectiveness. They sparred in the gym and, even though Spock threw him, Spock’s hand was behind his head before he hit the ground. They ate lunch in the mess hall and Spock inserted himself in the seat between him and the security officer with a peanut butter sandwich. And, without fail, when the new shitty knives slid off his plate and he had to retrieve them, Spock’s hand was between his head and the table’s edge every time. 

How had he never noticed this before? The Enterprise, when flying on her own, was not a particularly dangerous place. And yet almost every time he encountered something that was slightly hazardous to himself, Spock was there. Each observation warmed him. His stoic, unfeeling, deeply Vulcan first officer was protective of him. He still wasn’t sure if he would call it over-protective, though. 

Kirk did keep a small collection of .gifs on his padd when he could get the security video discreetly. He liked the proof. 

☆☆☆ 

Kirk thought that there was a slight possibility that Spock was a little overprotective of him when he went missing for only a few hours --- alright, was kidnapped like a damsel --- on an away mission and Spock went, according to all reports, absolutely berserk. His first introduction to this idea was Spock ripping the door to his cell clean off its hinges. He threw it behind him, where it hit the wall of the corridor with an almighty clanging, and stepped inside. Kirk stared at him from where he sat on the cot in the corner. Spock stared at him, chest heaving, face flushed green, and as he registered Kirk’s unharmed state and general air of relaxation his breath slowed until he was very nearly back to his normal appearance. 

“Hello there, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, slightly bewildered. 

“Captain,” Spock said, inclining his head. He straightened his uniform shirt and clasped his hands behind his back. “I’m gratified to see that you are well. I believe you are free to go.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Spock,” he said, rising from the cot. “You were able to negotiate with the rogue faction?” 

“Yes, captain,” Spock said, and turned to follow Kirk out of the cell. “I found that they were willing to acquiesce to my demands rather quickly.” 

“That’s good, very good,” Kirk said distractedly as they walked down the hallway. He did not see any sign of his security team, and there were unconscious guards lying solo or in piles at regular intervals along the hall and down the stairs. He recognized his kidnappers from their clothing among the guards, but they were also all unconscious. 

“What, ah, negotiation tactics did you use, Mr. Spock?” Kirk asked as they ascended the stairs into the front hall and reunited with some red-shirted security officers. They stood around with their arms crossed, phasers holstered, and they gave no indication of having participated in any sort of strenuous activity. What had their role been in the fight with the guards…?

“Vulcan ones, captain,” Spock said, and if he noticed that the security officers stared at him with an interesting mix of respect and horror, he gave no outward indication. 

“Ah,” Kirk said. “That’s… good.” He had a feeling he could guess what Vulcan negotiating tactics were, but he reserved judgment until he had received mission reports from his other officers. Spock walked alongside him with his usual reserve, and as he was now free from the cell he had formerly been trapped within, Kirk found that he had no complaints of however Spock chose to negotiate on his behalf. 

On the ship, in his quarters, he read over the reports from his security team, which varied from professional to unfortunately creative, in mounting disbelief. 

First Officer Spock proved the efficacy of the Vulcan art of Suus Mahna in about thirty seconds… 

Science Officer Spock kicked down the door to the building and then neutralized the entire kidnapping party… 

Mr. Spock in combat is, in my professional opinion, somewhat of a demon… 

God help the man who gets between Spock and the captain. 

Kirk pressed his intercom button. “Mr. Spock, could you please come to my quarters for a moment?” 

“Yes, captain.” Spock’s response came immediately, and the man himself appeared in Kirk’s doorway about twenty seconds later. “How can I help you, captain?” 

Kirk handed the padds with the security reports to Spock and sat back down in his desk chair. “Could you please review these and let me know your thoughts on their accuracy?” 

Spock raised one eyebrow at him, but said, “Certainly, captain.” He stood in front of Kirk’s desk and methodically skimmed over each report. He set them down one by one until his hands were empty, and then he clasped them behind his back. 

“I believe these reports to be mostly accurate, if unfortunately unobjective,” Spock said. 

Kirk blinked. “So you did kick the door down.”

“Yes, captain.” 

“And you refused to wait for the security detail.” 

“I did not need them, captain.” 

“And you neutralized the entire threat before ripping my cell door off the hinges.” 

“I believe you witnessed the second part firsthand, captain.” 

“I see,” Kirk said, and covered his hand with his mouth to hide his smile. When he had regained control of his face and looked suitably serious, he said, “Mostly accurate? What in the reports is false?” 

Spock straightened the pile of padds on the desk in front of him, forcing them into perfect alignment. “I do not believe there is a god in this universe that could help the man that stood between us. Good night, captain.” He turned on his heel and left, leaving Kirk gaping at the space he had left behind. He looked back at the stack of padds on his desk to his closed door once more, replaying Spock’s departing words to him in his head.

“I’ll be damned,” Kirk said. He had never been one for pick-up lines, and he wasn’t even sure if that was one, necessarily, but… that was one hell of a pick-up line. He made copies of the security reports and added them to his little folder of proof and if he smiled to himself while he washed his hair in the shower then it was nobody’s business but his own. 

#spock #spirk #kirk #my writing #spirktober 2023 #spirktober2023 #k/s #kirk/spock #k/s ficlet #k/s drabble #i don't remember the official lengths for the different words but i wouldn't call this a full length fic

[https-chaos]

A quick scene-by-scene Amok Time reaction for the 56th anniversary of modern fanfiction <3

How does McCoy know Spock hasn't eaten in 3 days?

Watching Spock lose control and wrestle it back over and over… ouugghh

“I… quite understand, Captain.” Spock just *tell him* that's not an option and why. Your communication skills are abysmal babygirl

Spock’s shaking hands!!!

WHY was Spock looking at that picture of T’Pring as a little kid?!

Jim don't grab his hand he's literally TREMBLING with mating lust!

This entire interaction is SOOO

“It has to do with… biology.”

“...what?”

“BIOLOGY.”

“What kind of… biology?”

“Vulcan biology.”

“You mean the… biology of Vulcans?

Biology as in… reproduction?”

*nods*

Why did Spock “hope he would be spared” the Pon Farr?

“To return home… and take a wife… or die.” Could he look ANY more disgusted with the idea?

Why is Christine even in his room? Just to watch him sleep? Why is she crying?

*reaches out to dramatically wipe her tears* “your face is wet.” Hilarious line delivery, no notes.

“Captain, there is a thing that happens to Vulcans at this time - almost an insanity which you would no doubt find distasteful.” And Jim goes 😏😏 “will I?” 😏😏 PLS

Uhura is SO hot for T’Pring I love it

“She is T’Pring.” (Borat voice) “my wife.”

I love that T'Pring is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen in your life and Spock is like 🤢

Jim realizing Spock is MARRIED and off limits -> a few minutes later Jim finding out he's betrothed but not married -> a few minutes later wrestling with him in the sand

The face T’Pau makes when she melds with Spock… what did she see…

T’Pau has had enough of T’Pring’s dramatics and she literally rolls her eyes lmao

The way Spock pushes through the Plak Tow to talk because he so badly doesn't want to kill Jim is so romantic though. He's not supposed to be able to talk. Imagine how hard that must be!

“I will do what I must, T’Pau, but NOT WITH HIM!”

Begging her to forbid the fight from happening and Jim is like *heart eyes*

Oh NOW they tell him the combat is to the death? Way to provide informed consent.

Titty window!

I love that they just let McCoy inject Jim with whatever. Like yeah sure he's a doctor it's probably fine.

The anh woon is. A strip of fabric with beads at the ends

“After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as wanting. It is not logical, but it is often true” just say you've gotten comfortable with the ache of pining bruh.

“I shall do neither. I have killed my captain and my friend.” The melodrama is killing me.

JIM! :D

“It must have been the combat! When I thought I had killed the captain, I found I had lost all interest in T'Pring.” Uh huh. Sure buddy.

Ha I love that T’Pau asked for the diversion and Starfleet granted it no problem.

“Cmon Spock, let's go mind the store” Jim that was so husbandcoded <3

#amok time #amok time day #spirk #kock #spirk day #Star Trek tos #tos #the premise #k/s #truly the episode of all time

[tigereyes45]

This is my first fic for @trektober-challenge. Day 3's prompt was Anniversary. The ships are Mcspirk and Uhura/Scotty.

Summary:

Spock invites Scotty out to catch up. It's been decades since they've talked. Of course on today of all days, Scotty struggles to keep his mind off of his lost love, and the hope that he can make it back somehow. Of course, Spock has two surprises planned.

Preview of story:

McCoy was already turned towards Spock, hands up in mock offense. “What did I just say about being off the clock?”

“I believe that is his nickname for you, Leonard.”

“Aye, it is.” Scotty nods along with his laugh as he slides the glass over. “Now drink up doc.”

McCoy grabs the glass before it can lose momentum. He lifts it up and takes a large drink. When he sets it back down the glass is a third empty. McCoy wipes his lips with the sleeve of his long-sleeved, admiral uniform. “What were y'all toasting to?”

“Anniversaries!”

McCoy raised his right brow so naturally that Scotty was glad he didn’t have any alcohol in his mouth yet. He was sure it would’ve come up his nose. “Got something to tell me, Spock?”

Mr. Spock shakes his head with a puzzled expression. “Nothing Leonard. Mr. Scott and I were toasting to our, individual anniversaries.”

Without missing a beat, McCoy turns back to Scott and smirks. “The party after Spock’s revival really set a mood, didn’t it?”

“Uhura and I believed so.”

#trektober 2023 #star trek #mcspirk #uhura/scotty #scotty/uhura #scotty x uhura #uhura x scotty #triumvirate #star trek triumvirate #star trek the next generation #star trek the original series #tos #tng #montgomery scott #spock #leonard bones mccoy #bones mccoy #admiral mccoy #fanfic #fanfiction #my fanfic #my fanfiction #my fic

[allzelemonz]

Flowers: Pavel Chekov X Male Reader

Prompt: Kinktober Day 3: Sex Pollen Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Non-established relationship, but they’re in love, hinted Kirk/Spock and Chapel/Uhura, sex pollen enhances arousal and attraction but no fuck or die, allusions to bad wig Chekov, focus on how cute the Russian is, top reader, bottom Chekov, mentions of Chekov’s love for Russia Summary: The away team gets separated and the Captain orders for exploration in the meantime. Chekov and yourself wander across some strange plants that cause some interesting side effects.

The away team has gotten itself into quite a conundrum. The living plantlife here decided to divert the team by force, walls of hard vines dividing the different groups. Chapel and Uhura on one side, Spock and Kirk on another, and yourself and Chekov on another. You could shout through the vines and each team attempted to contact the ship to no avail. Kirk ordered exploration with a return to this point at 1400 hours, so you all fan out.

Chekov walks with the tricorder and you keep a phaser ready. The planet’s readings didn’t show any lifeforms, apparently the plants didn’t count, but it’s better to be safe when it’s just the two of you. The plants are clearly leading you somewhere, not that there’s anywhere else you really want to go.

Chekov stops abruptly and you have to catch yourself from running into him. He’s staring very intently at the readings on his tricorder.

“What is it?” You ask.

“I’m not sure.” He squints at the reading. “It’s like a little life sign.”

You look up ahead on the path to see slight movement. Whatever it is can’t be seen very well with all of the plants surrounding it. You step around Chekov so you’re in front of him, phaser at the ready. You set the setting to a high stun and aim it towards the spot you’d seen the movement.

You glance back as Chekov continues his attempt to make sense of the readings, but he doesn’t seem to be having any luck. When you turn back to the front you only have a flash of a second before the flower is right in front of your face. You can’t angle your phaser to hit it before it’s spraying pollen in your face. You cry out and Chekov pulls you away from the plant, drawing his own phaser. Another flower comes around his side and catches him in the same surprise, spraying him with the pollen before he can fire.

Your hands go to your face, wiping the golden glitter substance from your face to clear your eyes and nose. You feel an odd taste and spit out the same color substance. Chekov has fallen to his knees, trying to get the pollen out of his eyes and nose as well. His hair is also coated, it almost looks like a cheap, glittery wig.

There’s a stinging feeling in your fingers that makes you uncurl them from the phaser and drop it. You kneel down, still trying to get the pollen out of your eyes, and attempting to pick up the phaser again. Your fingers don’t respond, as if your mind is clouded and incapable of controlling them.

“What was that?” Chekov asks. A curse in Russian following the question.

“No clue.” You feel the need to spit again as the pollen collects in an uncomfortable way in your mouth. “We should go back and meet the Captain.”

You try to stand again but find that your legs don’t respond in the same way your fingers hadn’t. Chekov seems to be stuck in the same way. He opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a sneeze. Glitter fills the air around it, both from the sneeze and the movement of Chekov’s hair that is still filled with a lot of pollen. His hand goes to his head as if in pain.

“Chekov, you alright?”

He groans in response.

Your legs respond this time as you move closer to him to see what’s wrong. Before you can get a good look at him he moves quickly, closing the gap between you in a kiss. Just as quickly as he moved in, he moves away in an instant. You both stare at each other with shock on your faces.

“I.. I don’t know why I did that.” Chekov’s eyes move around nervously, never quite able to land on your face.

“Your head?” You knit your brows in thought.

“It feels fine.”

“When did it stop hurting?”

The thought is in the back of your mind. Your body wouldn’t respond unless you were getting closer to Chekov. Even now, only a foot away at most, there is a tingling urge to close that gap. Your eyes stare at him until Chekov finally looks at you. He doesn’t need to answer your question, it’s clear.

You feel your heart rate pick up as you look at your fellow officer. The shining brown of his eyes, the way his hair falls in his face, it almost makes you feel… warm? Then you get it, the slight feeling of twitch beneath your pants. With it comes a compulsion, an itch that must be scratched, a desperate need to kiss the Ensign again.

He beats you to it, closing the gap again. Only this time his hands hold your face and he doesn’t seem to have any plan of breaking away. There has always been an attraction to Chekov, but nothing quite like this pollen-high induced situation had ever come to mind. Nonetheless, your fingers intertwine into his pollen coated hair and pull him closer to you.

You both break for air, breathing heavily as your eyes search each other’s faces. A smile spreads between the both of you and Chekov rests his forehead against yours. After a few deep breaths you meet again in another kiss. Something about the pollen makes your heart beat faster and the air harder to get into your lungs. You pull Chekov with you until you’re on your back and he’s hovering above you. His hands move to support his weight while yours remain and give light tugs at his hair. As his body presses further into yours it’s clear that the pollen has also accelerated the arousal factor, making you both hard as rocks.

You move your hands to the hem of his uniform shirt and feel around until you can get your fingers beneath his undershirt to feel his bare skin. He leans into the touch, brushing his hardness against your own. Chekov pauses, his mouth opens and forms a smile as you pull his shirt up above his head. He moves to accommodate then gets his hands under your uniform shirts and removes them in the same way. He sits up to pull them above your head and you move with him. Once they’re tossed to the side you sit up to meet his lips again.

Chekov now sits in your lap, giving him ample opportunity to grind down onto you. He smiles when you moan into the kiss and rest his forehead against yours to better hear you. You move to work at the hem of his pants and Chekov takes the hint. He gets himself out of his pants and boots while you do the same for yourself, now leaving yourselves bare for one another.

You return to the kiss, Chekov puts himself back onto your lap and his grinding motions resume. It isn’t long before you can’t take it anymore, the aching need to fuck your fellow officer burns in your head, your limbs, and you throbbing hard-on. You break the kiss with Chekov, putting your forehead against his again and still his movements with a hand on his hip.

You line yourself up and Chekov obliges, having no desire to distract you. Press your hand into his hip, bringing him down onto you. Mindless Russian escapes him with the occasional whimper as he feels you slowly get further into him, all the way until you’re completely filling him up. You lay light kisses on his neck and chest as he adjusts to the new feeling.

He brings your attention to him again with another kiss. He makes the first movements, small rotations that make you gasp and Chekov smiles at your reaction.

“Pa-“

His name starts on your lips, but he stops you as he pushes you back onto the ground. You retaliate, rolling him over so you’re on top of him. His grin spreads from ear to ear as he gazes up at you. His bright brown eyes make you feel dizzy when paired with his messed up hair, and, most certainly, the pollen.

He reaches up to cup your face and brings you into another kiss. You make a slight trust, barely small enough to call it moving, but it drives you both crazy nonetheless. So you continue the thrusts, slowly building to a nice pace as you pull yourself completely out and drive back in. Once you find the right spot, Chekov beaks from the kiss and buries his head into your neck. You adjust your position, bringing yourself chest to chest with him so you drill into him more deeply.

Your thrusting has rendered Chekov incapable of forming words in either language, only moans and whimpers leave his lips. You find yourself in a similar state. Every thrust brings you closer to the edge and every sound from Chekov in your ear eggs it on. Your pace is brutal now, all but slamming yourself into the Ensign. You can feel his hardness between the two of you. Your stomach rubs against him and you can only imagine how good it must feel.

He is the first to come undone, spilling onto both of you. You think you can hear some variation of your name as you continue to fuck him through his climax, but most of what escapes him are just incoherent whispers and moans. You follow just as he begins to settle, filling him up with your own release as your head dips downward and Chekov takes the chance to kiss you again.

Chekov breaks the kiss as you settle and your thrusts come to a halt. You slowly pull yourself out and begin to feel the compulsion in your head dissipate. Nevertheless, when you look down at Chekov again there is that same feeling, you still want to kiss him. His smile spreads like the pollen and you find yourself grinning along with him.

“I will admit, that is not how I thought this would happen.” He laughs.

You laugh with him. “I always imagined it’d happen after I,” You pause to chuckle at the thought. “After I kissed you, trying to shut up one of your rants about Russia.”

“What’s wrong with Russia?” He looks at you with knitted eyebrows.

“Nothing, nothing, you just talk a lot.”

“About Russia? I don’t talk enou-“

You cut him off with a kiss and he doesn’t seem to object in the slightest. His hand rests on the back of your head, keeping you set in place. When you finally are able to pull away you stare down at him again.

“We have to get back to the others.”

Chekov sighs, “Do we?”

“Not quite yet.” You look up at the sky, estimating the time by the three suns in the sky.

Chekov breaks your attention, sitting up to kiss you again. There’s a tickling feeling in your nose and you break away to see the pollen stuck in Chekov’s hair steadily falling away. No doubt you’d be late for the rendezvous with the rest of the away team.

#pavel chekov #pavel chekov x reader #pavel chekov x male reader #star trek x reader #star trek x male reader #star trek #st: tos #star trek the original series #x reader #x male reader #smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 483

McCoy

McCoy watched the screen as he called Christine. Would she answer? Was she busy with homework or chatting with her own boyfriend?

“Leonard!”

“Hi Chris,” he said with a weak smile.

Two more faces leaned in next to Christine.

“Oh. Hi Uhura, hey Jaylah,” McCoy added.

“Where is Montgomery Scotty?” Jaylah demanded. “Is he alright?”

McCoy shifted in the armchair.

“Yes and no?” he answered.

“What happened?” Uhura asked.

McCoy sighed and ran his free hand over his face.

“We went to town. First time since everything happened. Extra guard; Francine. I- I just wanted to take Scotty to get some new tools since his…” Another sigh left him. “Francine wanted to see one of the parks we had passed. We were heading there when Scotty saw someone across the street. He thought it was Khan.”

Christine moved a hand over her mouth. Uhura’s eyes widened while Jaylah’s narrowed fiercely.

“Sarek called the car and sent one of the other guards across to look.”

“Was it him?” Uhura asked.

“I didn’t see. Sarek had us come home and they checked security footage from town here.” He stopped. The girls watched him. “It wasn’t Khan. Just a boy who looked very similar.”

“Oh thank goodness,” Christine breathed out.

“Scotty must have been relieved,” Uhura said.

McCoy shook his head slightly. “He was so certain,” he whispered.

“Where is he Just Leonard?”

“He… he wanted to be alone.” The words hurt, and McCoy blinked quickly to keep the tears forming at bay. He saw Christine studying his face.

“What happened?” she asked softly.

“He- he didn’t think I believed him. I- I did believe he saw something, someone, but…”

“Not Khan?” Uhura supplied.

“Yeah,” McCoy answered, feeling himself sag further into the chair. “He- I think he’s mad at me. I didn’t know what to do and he wanted to be alone, so I left.”

“Oh Leonard,” Christine said sympathetically.

“With everything…,” Jaylah started.

Uhura nodded next to her. “It isn’t surprising to have your mind play tricks on you after what you two went through.”

“I know,” McCoy agreed.

“Give him time Leo,” Christine said. “He’ll know you meant well once he’s calmed down. Once you’re both settled.”

“I hope so,” McCoy said quietly. “What are they writing?” he asked after a pause.

“Don’t read it,” Jaylah said quickly. “It’s horrible. People are so mean.” The fierce light came back into her eyes.

“They don’t paint Scotty in a good light,” Uhura said. “You either in honesty. Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I know what they like to say about me. It’s Scotty I worry about. Especially what might happen after I turn eighteen next month,” said McCoy. “They held off some while we’ve been underage, but after my birthday…” he shrugged. “I don’t know how bad the articles might be…”

“We’re all here for you,” Christine said. “Hikaru and Pavel said to tell you both hello.”

“Thanks. Tell them hi too.”

“Can do,” Jaylah smiled.

“If we can do anything…” Christine said.

McCoy gave her a smile. “Just listening helped. Thanks.”

“Any time,” Christine replied.

They talked for another minute before McCoy said goodbye to the three girls. He let the PADD drop back on the blanket pile again. He pulled the blanket tight around himself as he drew his legs up and curled sideways into the chair.

How long would Scotty be mad at him? Would he really ask for a room apart from McCoy? His heart began to speed up. He didn’t want to be apart from Scotty at night. He wanted to curl up with him and fall asleep and wake up wrapped around each other.

A tear dropped on his cheek and McCoy wiped it away with his palm. He looked up at the windows. More clouds had gathered and were beginning to darken. It would rain overnight. That was how it usually started on Georgiares in the fall.

Scotty hadn’t seen rain on Georgiares yet. He’d only been there during the hot part of the summer and now the cooling of autumn. McCoy wanted to take a walk around the gardens with his fiancé as the rain fell. McCoy always enjoyed at least one walk in the rain before the weather got too cold. They could watch it fall in the gazebo and listen to it drip in the orchard. The thought made McCoy smile.

His fingers drifted over to tap his ring as he had done so many times when thinking about things he wanted to share with Scotty.

His hand jerked back as he realized what he was doing. He didn’t have a ring anymore. The whole mess of the afternoon had begun because of that. More tears escaped his eyes and he knew he couldn’t wipe them all away.

McCoy’s head lifted as someone knocked on the door. He had locked it when he’d entered. Was it the guard? Who knew he’d be up in the gallery?

Part 484

Scotty

He gently knocked at the door leading to the gallery. A guard had told him that Leonard was there, but Scotty found the door to be locked. Was Leonard okay?

It took a while but eventually Scotty heard a key being turned and only a moment later the door opened a crack.

"Len..." Scotty whispered the name of his love, trying his best not to burst out in tears again.

His fiancé just looked at him for a second and the Scotsman feared that he would send him away. Was Leonard angry with him for behaving like a stupid wee child?

Scotty's heart dropped in relief when the door was finally opened completely, giving him space to fall into Leonard's arms.

"Tha mi cho duilich," he muttered in Gaelic, knowing that Leonard would understand the apology he had learned during summer break.

Leonard just held him close and took a few steps back so that he could close and lock the door again.

Scotty clang tightly to him, didn't want to let go. He had been such a fool to send his love away.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry too."

Leonard lead him over to the couch where they had sat before and they cuddled close together.

Scotty just breathed in the familiar scent of Leonard and felt a hand run through his hair. It was so comforting.

"I... I shouldn't have send ye away. N-not now. Not when we need each other," he stammered in between sobs, but Leonard hushed him again.

"It's okay. You... needed space and time to think. So did I."

Scotty nodded his head against Leonard's chest and when he managed to look up, he could see that Leonard had been crying as well.

Scotty raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe the last stains of tears away. He felt stupid for not having seen before that his fiancé was just as hurt and worried as he was.

"I was... just so hurt that ye dinnae believe me..."

Leonard swallowed and nodded.

"Scotty... I believed that you saw someone. But... I admit that I doubted it was Khan."

It still hurt. Scotty couldn't deny the aching of his heart.

"But... that's just because I know this planet. I know that Georgiares is safe. I grew up here. I know that no one will ever let something happen to me. That... no one will ever let Khan on this planet."

Scotty nodded slowly. He understood that Leonard believed that Georgiares was a safe place. But... could anyone really stop Khan? Was there really no way that he could come to Georgiares?

"I... But what if he has contacts here? What if..."

What if, what if, what if... he was slowly but surely getting nuts. Khan was getting inside his mind. He was trying to destroy Scotty from the inside.

"I... I need help, don't I?"

His voice was just a whimper as he rested his head on Leonard's chest again and closed his eyes.

"Leannan..."

He could hear it. Leonard was scared to say something wrong.

"It's... it's natural that you see him after all we've been through..."

But Scotty slowly shook his head.

"I'm crazy. I'm... mentally unstable."

The words the reporters had used came back to his mind.

Leonard moved a bit and used his fingers to lift Scotty's chin up.

"No, no... don't say that. What makes you think that?"

Scotty swallowed hardly, turning his eyes away.

"The articles," he whispered and Leonard sighed heavily.

"So... you read them?"

Scotty nodded slowly.

"I... I talked to Christine. She told me not to look at them. These damn vultures always write bullshit," Leonard spat out the words, filled with anger.

"But... what if there's truth in it?"

Leonard placed his hand on Scotty's cheek and shook his head. His eyes were so gentle.

"There's not. Whatever these bastards write... it's not true. Only we know the truth about us... and about how we cope with what we've been through."

Scotty sighed and fell silent.

Only now did he notice the sound of rain on the roof. He looked up and his eyes widened in amazement as he looked through the window.

Rain.

"It's... raining."

Leonard smiled softly and nodded.

"Yep. It is."

"But... it's... it's not like rain on Earth."

Scotty sat up straighter, his eyes shining. Every drop... looked different.

Blue, green, yellow, purple...

The raindrops had various colors!

"That's... amazing."

Leonard pressed a kiss onto his lips, before he whispered into his ear.

"Wanna go out?"

Scotty nodded eagerly, not turning his eyes away from the window.

"Aye."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

[leyenarsinterests]

How I'd fix Star Trek Into Darkness

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, you'd be surprised to see this coming from who is arguably the biggest CumberKhan apologist on the face of the Earth. I even call him my schmoopsie-poo and I made a whole backstory explaining why he looks Like That™, it’s pretty damn tearjerking.

But do you know what I also love as much as Benedict's Khan? Klingons. Yeah, I love Klingons so much.

I found this on the TVTropes YMMV page for the movie, and if the big hats had actually gone through with this back in 2013, I wouldn't have minded because I'm crazy for Klingons. Plus, it would spare me three years of sadness and heartbreak. (if you've been following the #vengekhan tag on this blog, then you'd know why)

So, here's how I'd fix the movie:

Basically, Admiral Marcus and co. are a bit smarter than how they're presented in the actual movie, and they actually decide to put the transwarp technology made by Scotty to good use and just beam a bunch of bombs to the enemy's home planet and sit back and relax as they are wiped out. And as a result, the Klingons get mad-mad and dispatch Koloth(portrayed by Benedict) and his beloved IKS Qugh(which is tlhIngan Hol for "disaster"), the finest battleship the Empire has to offer, to investigate! (diabolical laughter)

Koloth and the Qugh get into conflict w/ Kirk and co. and the Enterprise, and after a buncha epic space battles, the Qugh is soundly beaten by the Entewpwise in classic David VS Goliath fashion. But hey, Koloth ain't mad at all! He's impressed by Kirk and co.'s tenacity, and they decide to go all enemy mine to find out who beamed those bombs to Qo'noS and eventually find out Marcus is responsible and Scotty finds out his technology took a huge part in all this.

After learning Scotty's "transwarp transporter" technology ultimately led to Section 31 launching that attack on Qo'noS, Koloth gets mad (for real this time) and tries to execute Scotty with a mean-looking bat'leth, only for Uhura to stop him and they have a nice long talk (in tlhIngan Hol, of course) and I have no idea what happens next because I'm a shit writer. Just know that this "fixed" movie will be just as Spirky as what the big hats gave us, with a side of McCarol and Uhotty and at least one "please, captain, not in front of the Klingons" moment.

@spirkme915 @renthebarbarian

#star trek #star trek into darkness #fix it #koloth #team klingon #spirk #mccarol #uhotty

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 1) Chapter Eleven

Chapter Level: Out of the Asylum

            Hearing a knock at their door, (Y/N) opened it and found Kirk standing there. “Sir?” They sensed confusion and lots of mixed feelings inside him.

            “Good evening, (L/N),” said Kirk.

            “Good evening, Captain.” They closed the door. “What’s on your mind?”

            A small chuckled left Kirk, knowing they could see his preoccupated thoughts. “What did you think of the inmates we saw this afternoon?”

            “They were unusually…lacking in emotions.” (Y/N) crossed their arms. “Humans may have varying strengths of emotions, but they were just blank. It was unnatural, like a record wiped clean of even static.”

            “I agree,” said Kirk. “I think we should see that treatment room again. We both saw how to operate it, and you understand the theory, correct?”

            “Yes, I saw how he operated it, and I know how it supposedly works,” said (Y/N).

            Kirk nodded. “If we ask Dr. Adams and he’s lying, he’ll continued to lie.”

            “Right. The only way we can be sure is to see the machine at work,” said (Y/N). “But I must request that I be the one trying the machine.”

            “(L/N)—”

            “Kirk, if this is a danger, I cannot let you risk your health,” said (Y/N). “You’re the Captain, after all.”

            Kirk sighed. “You sound like Spock.”

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            (Y/N) leaned back in the white chair and stared up at the light above. “Make sure to be gentle with the dials, I’d prefer not to damage my brain if there is a danger,” they joked.

            “I’ll be careful, (L/N),” promised Kirk. “I’ll start with low settings for just a few seconds.”

            The light flicked on, and (Y/N)’s eyes were drawn to the circling glow as it whirred above them. They blinked, and it was gone. “Did you turn it on?” asked (Y/N).

            Kirk frowned. “We already tried it.”

            “I forgot…” muttered (Y/N), furrowing their brow.

            “Your face went completely blank,” said Kirk.

            “Try suggesting something,” said (Y/N). Once again, the light drew them in irresistibly, and they were unable to think of anything.

            “You’re hungry,” said Kirk, turning off the light.

            “When we’re done with this, I’d like to get something to eat. I’m starving,” joked (Y/N).

            Kirk’s eyes widened. “I put that idea into your head.” He frowned.

            “It works awfully well for something Dr. Adams was going to abandon,” said (Y/N), beginning to sit up.

            “Oh, I don’t intend to abandon it,” said a new voice. Adams stood behind them with several guards. Kirk grabbed for his phaser, but the guards grabbed him tightly. (Y/N) jolted up, but Adams had already turned the light on again. They fell to the floor, staring helplessly up at the light. As Kirk struggled to get at the doctor, Adams spoke calmly into the microphone as the intensity increased. “You want to stay here, Lieutenant.”

            “No!” cried (Y/N), trying desperately to look away. “I don’t!”

            “You like it here. It’s peaceful. You don’t have to deal with other’s emotions anymore,” he said.

            “It’s…my job!”

            “(Y/N)! Keep fighting,” shouted Kirk.

            “The pain…do you feel it?” asked Adams. “You must obey and forget that you’re the Lieutenant, or it grows stronger.” (Y/N) cried out. “You are a comfortable patient here. You’re happy here.”

            “Happy,” echoed (Y/N) before scrunching up their face. “No…I’m not happy…I’m alone here…My friends are on the Enterprise!” They fought desperately against the light.

            “No, they aren’t. You’re content with the staff and fellow patients here,” reiterated Adams.

            “Lieutenant!” Kirk called for their attention again. “Your friends are on the Enterprise! Myself, Bones, Scotty, Uhura, Spock! Focus! Your mind is stronger than ours! Fight!”

            Think of my friends. Kirk, Uhura, Scotty, Bones, Spock…Fight! Dammit, fight! Throwing all their power into their mind, (Y/N) threw their head away from the light. They gasped as the pain receded and closed their eyes tightly. They faintly heard Adams calling for their attention, but with all their energy going to their mind’s defenses, their body failed them. (Y/N)’s consciousness, still fighting for control over itself, fled. All they heard before they fell was someone being dragged into the room.

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            (Y/N)’s eyes opened, and they found themself strapped down in a bed. Kirk stood at attention by the door.

            “Captain! Let me up!” They fought against the bonds.

            “I cannot let patients who are still unwell go free,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. Kirk had been brainwashed by the beam. “Captain, you need to think! Focus on why you are the Captain, why you fought so hard for your ship!”

            “I have no ship. I am a security officer on Tantalus Colony,” he said blankly.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. I guess it’s time for some negotiation. Or manipulation, whichever describes what I’m about to do. “I would like to be cured,” they said. “I would like to find peace.”

            “Dr. Adams will help you as he helps us all,” said Kirk.

            “Will you please take me to him?” asked (Y/N), putting a heap of innocence into their voice. Kirk hesitated. “I want to find peace and forget all my…delusions of being a Lieutenant.” That seemed to do the trick. Kirk walked over and undid the restraints, allowing them to stand up. (Y/N) looked at him. “Are you going to take me to Dr. Adams now?”

            “You will be cured,” he said.

            “No, you will.” Before he could stop them, (Y/N) played their fingers on his temple. He wanted to fight, but they pulled at his emotions. With their empathic abilities, they reached deep inside his mind, behind the block of brainwashing holding his emotions back, and wrenched them forward. Kirk gasped as his blank mind was rushed with feelings of pain, sadness, and anger, everything his true self felt below Adams’s “treatment.” He doubled over, and (Y/N) held him up. “Captain?”

            “What…was that?” he said, catching his breath.

            “Contact strengthens my empathic abilities,” said (Y/N). “I was basically a magnet for your emotions; I could pull them back into you. The shock took you out of Dr. Adams’s control.”

            Kirk took a deep breath and straightened. “We need to get a message to Spock.”

            “To do that we’ll need to turn off the screen,” said (Y/N).

            Kirk frowned and looked around the room. “There, a vent.” He quickly walked over and began to pull on it. (Y/N) joined him, and they pulled it from the wall. “Go, an engineering room is down the hall. Follow the vent there and shut it down.”

            “Yes, sir. Be careful, Captain.” (Y/N) slipped into the vent and crawled away as Kirk closed it behind them. They hoped Adams wouldn’t find out, but they knew it was a foolish thought. But Kirk was strong, they knew that. If they did their job, Kirk would be alright.

            They slipped out in the engineering room, making sure to be quiet as possible. Around them were cages and panels full of wires, buttons, and levers. I am very lucky I was schooled in engineering. (Y/N) opened one of the panels and looked carefully through. Between all the wires, they found a level for power. Without another thought, they pulled it down. The entire loss of power might disorient Adams and would at least keep him from using the neural neutralizer.

            “Hey!” cried a guard, seeing them.

            (Y/N) dodged their attempt to grab them and ran towards the hall. The guard gripped their arm and tried to pull them back, but they twisted and kicked him back. He fell into a mess of cables and became tangled as (Y/N) backed away. They thought he was stuck, but as he pulled at the wires to stand, they realized they were wrong. A crackle of electricity buzzed from a socket as it was pulled loose, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

            “Wait, watch—!”

            Bzzt!

            As wires were pulled from sockets and broken apart, the area was flooded with electricity. The light blinded (Y/N), and as the poor guard fell to the floor, they were forced to shield their eyes as they stumbled backwards from the small explosion of energy. They blinked and rubbed their eyes, trying to regain their sight, when they felt someone’s hands on their arms, helping them stay standing.

            “Get off me!” cried (Y/N), their first instinct to fight against any possible enemies.

            “Lieutenant.”

            (Y/N)’s heart soared in relief at the clear tone. As they blinked the spots of light from their eyes, they were greeted with Spock’s face. “Spock!”

            “Are you alright?” asked Spock. “This area was electrocuted, and you could have been hit.”

            “Yes, I’m fine,” said (Y/N) hurriedly. “But the Captain, Dr. Adams brainwashed him, but I managed to bring him back, but Dr. Adams probably caught him again, and I don’t know where he is!” They took a deep breath before they kept on rambling. “They’re probably in the testing room. Do you have a phaser?”

            Spock held up his weapon. “Lead us to the testing room. The forcefield has been eliminated, so further men will beam down soon.”

            “Alright.” (Y/N) nodded and led the way.

            They could heart shouts and struggles as auxiliary power came on inside a small room. Kirk was struggling to get out of the chair as the light struggled to turn on above. With every flash, his attention was stolen for a moment. Adams was furiously working the controls, trying to turn the beam up as high as possible. Not waiting for a second, (Y/N) ran in and punched Adams, who fell through the glass viewing window and into the room. The sound grabbed Kirk’s attention as the light flickered off once more, giving him a chance to close his eyes and run out of the room.

            “Out of the testing room, now! It’s a danger!” ordered Kirk. They retreated out, leaving Adams and his mind to be stolen by his monstrous creation.

            “It seems I did not need a phaser,” observed Spock. “(L/N)’s punch was quite effective.”

            “I try,” breathed (Y/N), chuckling slightly from the rush of adrenaline.

            “Dr. Adams is still in there,” muttered Kirk, glancing at the closed door.

            “We can remove power from that room once we gain control of the station,” said Spock. “And then we can enter safely, though it may be too late for his mind.”

            “I can’t decide whether it’s ironic, unfortunate, or deserved,” said (Y/N). “But whatever it is, that machine needs to be destroyed now.”

            “You can rest assured we’ll make sure it happens,” said Kirk. “No one will suffer in that room again.”

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            (Y/N) stepped out of the turbolift after being released by Bones, who had forced Kirk and themself to be examined for any residual effects from the beam.

            “Ah, Lieutenant, did Bones finally clear you?” asked Kirk, smiling.

            “I had to tell him a thousand different ways that I felt fine, not even a headache,” joked (Y/N).

            “The Captain chose well to bring you on the mission. Your empathic abilities were quite useful,” said Spock. “And it is good that there were no side effects.”

            “Thank you, Spock,” said (Y/N). “I was just happy to help.” They smiled. “And I’ve sent a request to Celian outposts for therapists and psychologists to assist in bringing Tantalus’s patients’ emotions back.”

            Spock nodded. “Very efficient, very logical.”

            “I believe you just earned a compliment from a Vulcan, Lieutenant,” joked Kirk.

            “I’m very honored,” said (Y/N), smiling at Spock.

            “Merely an observation, Captain,” said Spock, deciding to turn back to his computer to avoid further teasing

            Kirk just chuckled and shook his head. Ridiculous, both of them.

#logos and pathos #mister spock #ambassador spock #tos spock #spock x reader #star trek spock #spock #star trek fic #star trek fanfiction #star trek the original series #star trek tos #star trek #nb reader #gn reader #the original series #st tos #tos

[thesconesyard]

Yeehaw!

When the Cactus Blooms

17. Roadrunner

By the next morning the fire had passed. Smoke could still be seen, but it was to the northeast of the ranch. Chekov shifted in his chair at breakfast. Something was different at the table and he didn’t know what it was. He looked over and caught Sulu’s eye. Finally his friend looked back and Chekov gave him a questioning look.

It clicked a moment later as he followed Sulu’s eyes looking pointedly at Mr. Scott and then the doctor. They had been the ones to report the fire the previous evening. Chekov wondered briefly where they had been before they had come back to the house, then he decided he didn’t want to know. And besides, from the light dancing in the doctor’s eyes as he looked over at Mr. Scott, Chekov really didn’t want to know.

“We’ll need to ride out in a while,” Jim said from the head of the table. “Make sure there aren’t any small fires still burning.”

“And if there’s someone out there?” Dr. McCoy asked.

“Well, we need to find that out anyway,” Jim said.

The doctor frowned. “Seems like a job for Pike and his men.”

“It’ll be fine Bones,” Jim waved him off.

“The canyon is long with many twists and turns; it would make a decent hideout for those who don’t want to be found,” Mr. Spock said.

Next to him Chekov sensed Jaylah grow tense. Before he could say something comforting to her the doctor spoke again.

“It’s alright sweetheart,” Dr. McCoy said gently. “We’ll find who did it.”

“Thank you Doctor,” Jaylah said and threw a grim smile at him.

Chekov gripped his fork tightly as he took his next bite, trying to control his expression and not glare at the doctor.

“The tracks I found are probably gone now,” Sulu said thoughtfully.

“Maybe it will be easier to find now,” Miss Uhura said. “The fire will have burned away shrubs and trees. Less places to hide.”

“I will go with you,” Chekov said quickly, looking up the table at Jim.

Jim looked back at him with a concerned face.

“Ok,” he finally agreed. “Anyone else?”

Sulu and Mr. Spock both volunteered.

Jim looked at the doctor and Mr. Scott with an amused smile. “You two don’t mind getting the rest of the work done?”

“Nae lad, it’s fine,” Mr. Scott said and smiled down the table at Dr. McCoy.

Chekov caught a knowing smile on Miss Christine’s face.

“I can help,” Jaylah spoke up.

“I’m not sure if—”

“Please?” Jaylah asked, turning to look at the doctor’s protest. “I can work.”

Dr. McCoy looked at her for a long moment in silence.

“Let her,” Keenser finally said into the silence.

“Alright,” the doctor relented. “But try to stay out of the sun and if you feel tired, you rest.”

Jaylah nodded. “I promise.”

Chekov lifted his hat and wiped at his forehead. They were spread out trying to cover as much ground as possible. Sulu was off to Chekov’s left, distant, but still close enough to hear if one of them called out. Mr. Spock and Jim were to his right.

The fire had burned a wide swath, and the ground below his horse was blackened. All the bushes, the weeds, the few grasses and trees were the same. From a few spots smoke still rose, but each time Chekov got close there was no remaining flame.

It was a good few miles to the canyon, but they didn’t hurry. A strange lump in a tree caught Chekov’s attention, and he urged his horse towards it. From horseback, it was easy for him to look as he got close. He let out a soft noise when he did. It was the remains of a nest. Chekov looked around himself as if the parent birds would fly at him for peeking, but no birds sang anywhere nearby.

Four cracked and blackened eggs sat in the blackened nest. Chekov muttered a curse under his breath. A tragedy and a waste was a fire across the land like this.

Before too much longer they reached the canyon and Jim called them all together again.

“There are tracks here,” said Mr. Spock.

Jim’s hand patted the gun hanging at his hip, but he shook his head.

“No telling how many. We’ll have to tell Pike and come back. Four of us could be outnumbered.”

Chekov secretly agreed in his heart. He had no desire to fight anyone, but he would if pressed. And if it was the gang who had attacked Jaylah’s family, he would gladly take them on. They had to know if her family was safe.

They stuck closer together for the ride back, closer to where Chekov had ridden. He noticed a fluttering around the tree with the burnt nest. It took form as he got closer. A roadrunner.

“Oh,” he exclaimed to himself. “Poor thing.”

“That a roadrunner?” Sulu asked next to him, squinting forward.

“It’s nest burned,” Chekov said sadly. “Four eggs.”

The bird was scrambling around the base of the tree and crying out. If it noticed the four men and horses approaching it didn’t care.

“Wonder where it’s mate is,” Sulu said.

“It’s like Jaylah,” Chekov suddenly said. “It’s missing its family.”

Sulu looked at him and slowly nodded.

“Is it hurt?”

Chekov shrugged and stopped his horse. He hopped down and handed the reins to Sulu. Carefully he approached the tree and the roadrunner.

“Hey,” he said gently. “I’m sorry your family is gone.” He moved slowly closer. The bird cocked its head at him. Chekov held his palms out to the bird. He crouched as he stopped a couple feet from the tree.

“What’cha- oh,” Jim said as he and Mr. Spock caught up.

To Chekov’s surprise the roadrunner moved towards him and turned its head, examining his hands.

“We’ve lost family too,” he continued in his soft voice. “I’m sorry for what happened to yours.”

The bird regarded him for another moment, then jumped onto his arm.

“Oh!”

“You’ve got a friend,” Sulu laughed.

Carefully Chekov brought his other hand over and touched the roadrunner. It ducked its head at his face, gave a shake, then jumped off and ran away as quick as it could. Two feathers were left behind drifting to the ground in front of Chekov. He picked them up carefully and stood. The bird was already a dot in the distance.

“That was something,” Jim said.

Chekov made an acknowledging noise as he tucked the two feathers into his pocket and smiled. He already knew what he wanted to do with the feathers.

#yeehawgust #day 17 roadrunner #star trek #Pavel Chekov #hikaru sulu #james t kirk #Spock #Chekov is fun to write #when the cactus blooms

[sshbpodcast]

Don’t forget to remember these Star Trek memory wipes

By Ames

What did I start writing this blogpost for? I can’t seem to remember, so I might as well make a post about memory and how frequently our heroes in Star Trek seem to get theirs erased. We see enough tampering with people’s minds to give just about anyone an identity crisis, so this week A Star to Steer Her By will be focusing specifically on memory wipes.

Read on below and/or listen to this week’s episode (discussion at 1:03:36) for all the instances of memory wipes we could remember. And if I’ve forgotten any others, there’s an obvious reason for that… I didn’t feel like including them! Prepare to have your mind blown, and then reassembled again with some chunks missing.

[Images © CBS/Paramount]

“The Changeling”

An early instance of someone getting their mind erased happens when Nomad encounters Uhura and scrubs down her brain to try to understand why she was singing. It’s debatable how intentionally malicious this was but the results are the same: a vegetable for a comms officer. Somehow Nurse Chapel is able to teach Uhura how to be a person a little and we’re left to assume she’s relearned everything, though the implications are absolutely horrifying.

“The Paradise Syndrome”

Kirk ker-zaps his brain when snooping around an obelisk and manages to lose all his memories just in time to hook up with a hot native woman. As squicky as much of this episode is, Kirk’s not really at fault here because he literally has no idea what’s going on. If that’s not an effective way around the Prime Directive, as we discussed at length last week, then nothing is!

“Requiem for Methuselah”

Blink and you miss this one because it happens at the very end of the episode and doesn’t really get explained or lingered upon. After losing the love of his life of the week, Kirk is mourning Rayna the Robot and Spock doesn’t understand why. So when McCoy says it’d be nice if the captain could forget her, Spock (that cad!) decides on his own, entirely illogically, to go in and do something to Kirk’s memories without consent while he sleeps. It’s one of the most effed up things that Spock does, and many people won’t even notice it. Yikes.

“Pen Pals”

On the subject of our discussion of the Prime Directive from last week, here’s an episode that was pretty appropriate and has a memory wipe! It’s another sneaky way around lessening cultural contamination: just blank the relevant memories of the individual from the less developed society and it’s like we didn’t break our golden rule at all! Lucky for us, the Pulaski Method doesn’t work on all people or we could just use it in every episode and the show would never have any stakes at all.

“Transfigurations”

We’ve got an absolute ton of memory-related episodes in TNG, so let’s continue through with an amnesiac who’s evolving past his corporeal form and doesn’t even remember why. It’s kind of an interesting look at identity and a person’s potential, wrapped up in a kind of convoluted romance plot. But John Doe is a cool enough guy, especially when you look at memory loss episodes and how the individual still tends to shine through.

“Clues”

We brought up “Clues” recently when we discussed how Trek characters get possessed by entities quite a lot, so here’s a crossover in which they also lose their memories of meeting the Paxans. Like Pulaski performing a memory wipe on Sarjenka in “Pen Pals,” the reclusive aliens give a good brain cleaning to the Enterprise crew so that they don’t remember meeting them. Good for them!

“Conundrum”

Even better than the example in “Transfigurations” of amnesiac characters learning who they are is the episode “Conundrum.” The whole ship has lost their memories due to alien shenanigans, but the fascinating thing to watch is how the different crew members make assumptions about their identities through curiosity, logic, and wishful thinking while still acting fairly in character. They gravitate toward their natural personalities, which is kinda neat.

“Aquiel”

Trek doesn’t always nail mystery episodes, and “Aquiel” pulled out all the stops by including just about every red herring it could in this murder mystery in space. The top of those distractions was that the titular character couldn’t seem to remember anything about recent events for no good reason, except that there was a very good reason. Turns out nearly getting absorbed by a coalescent organism starts to wipe your memory. Who knew?

“Dark Page”

At some point (around, let’s say, “Half a Life”), TNG started writing Lwaxana Troi really well, and she gets a lot of really substantial character work in “Dark Page.” Lwaxana buried the memory of her deceased daughter somewhere in her mind. Maybe it’s a Betazoid thing. And in a much better memory-house adventure than catastrophes like “Distant Voices” and “Extreme Measures,” Deanna helps her through her trauma and it’s very sweet.

“Thine Own Self”

One more memory loss episode from TNG because there were just so many. With no memories of who he is or why he’s got so much radioactive material in his possession, Data makes himself comfortable on Barkon IV. Like the amnesia episodes discussed above, it’s very interesting to watch Data’s natural curiosity and intelligence pepper his actions even though he doesn’t know who he is as he saves the village from, well, himself.

“Equilibrium”

Moving on to other series, let’s trek over to Deep Space Nine and roll our eyes a whole bunch at how the Trill get retconned with just about every episode in which they’re the focus. It is from some big Trill conspiracy that the Dax symbiont had a whole past host’s memories removed so no one would know their big wormy secret. If it weren’t for Jadzia (or really, for Julian and Benjamin) uncovering the foul play, we’d have never learned about Joran. Oh no, big loss…

“Sons of Mogh”

Here’s another really unethical, rather uncomfortable one. If you can sort of shove Spock removing Kirk’s memories of Rayna under the rug, this one will be harder to justify. Bashir wipes Kurn’s memories with absolutely no consent because Klingon rituals seem barbaric and even less ethical to our soft Federation eyes. It’s a tough justification to make when you know that it goes against Kurn’s wishes. Ames wrote a whole fanfic about it. Frankly, he’s probably better off dead.

“The Killing Game”

Update 1/26/24: Apparently my memory got wiped at some point because I didn’t remember to include “The Killing Game” in this list when I first wrote it. But obviously the Hirogen blank the crew’s memories so they can play out their battle scenarios. And like in “Conundrum” and other amnesia episodes, it’s entertaining to see the similarities and differences between the French Resistance characters and their normal Starfleet personalities. No matter the circumstance, they will always fight for individuality.

“Unforgettable”

Moving on to our friends in the Delta Quadrant, let’s visit with the Ramurans for the very first time… every time we meet them! They’re a pretty neat race who naturally block memory engrams from forming in the people they interact with, and as a bonus they also have an instrument they can use on each other as well! So perhaps they can be blamed for how the romance between Kellin and Chakotay is adorable and yet perfectly forgettable.

“Latent Image”

On the podcast, we just covered “Latent Image,” which takes some of the squickier, nonconsensual memory wipe concepts we’ve just discussed, and actually brings the ethical debate to the forefront. It reminds me a bit of “Tuvix” which we liked so much because it explores the different sides of an equally impossible dilemma and puts a human face on it. Some may say Janeway makes a better decision here though.

“Workforce”

Update 1/26/24: Here’s one that we reviewed after this blogpost came out that I have to add since I never had these memories to begin with. When the whole crew gets abducted by the Quarren, they repress everyone’s memories so they’ll be docile, hardworking drones during their employment crisis. And like “The Killing Game,” it’s actually quite fascinating to watch how their personalities are reflected in their new characters, something I always love in memory wipe episodes. Tom loves B’Elanna no matter what, and it’s so cute.

“The Seventh”

Updated 1/26/24: Now that we’re finally doing our Enterprise watchthrough over on the podcast, I see I needed to add this T’Pol-centered episode to the memory wipes list. We learn that she underwent the fullara, a Vulcan mind-wiping technique that looks none too pleasant, because she was wracked with guilt for murdering a Vulcan defector to death. Apparently Vulcans aren’t logical enough to just get therapy.

“Observer Effect”

We brought up the Enterprise episode “Observer Effect” when we talked about possessions recently, so now I know to bring it up here too! Not only are the Organians possessing people’s bodies for periods of time, but they actively have a chat with a very pissed-off Phlox and wipe his recollection of it. Those guys’ definition of the Prime Directive has always been a little different.

“Despite Yourself”

Let’s jump ahead to Discovery. We didn’t mention this one on the podcast, but I wanted to bring it up here because it’s so messed up. L’Rell makes herself a sleeper agent when she crams Voq inside of Ash Tyler, turducken style, and blanks his memory, only to turn it back on later when it’s appropriate. And that happens to be in “Despite Yourself” when the poor guy is already having enough of an identity crisis.

“Reflections”

We here at SSHB (and I specifically) are quick to judgment of Lower Decks’s comedy, but it does also get a lot right, especially in the latest season! I’m particularly a big fan of Rutherford’s character arc, and the episode “Reflection” does some really great backstory building regarding his life before his implant, which is gone from his memory. He’s a fully different person from who he used to be, and I’m looking very forward to learning more as the show goes on! You never thought you’d hear me say that, didn’t you?

“A Moral Star” et alia

We give as much guff to Lower Decks as we heap praise onto Prodigy in its storytelling, characterizations, and pretty much everything else (opening title sequence, for instance). Somehow it’s still in season one as I write this so mild spoilers abound. I actually got chills when Gwyn lost her short-term memories by seeing Zero’s reflection outside their suit in “A Moral Star”. And then more chills later in the season as her and the Diviner’s memories are coming back! This plot development is still ongoing and I can’t encourage you more to check it out and see where they take it!

“Among the Lotus Eaters”

Update 1/26/24: Adding this one after the fact, so some spoilers for Strange New Worlds season two here. But this episode is just so clever in its use of memory to a very thought-provoking effect. The idea that memory is used as a way to control people and to exert power is so original and captivating that I just needed to come back and update this list. Knowledge of your own identity is literally power here on Rigel VII, and I’m such a fan of that kind of introspection.

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My memories are returning, so let’s wrap this one up here. Let us know what other episodes you’ve remembered that have been purged from my mind somehow. Jot down a hand-written note to remind yourself to listen to the watch-along podcast over on SoundCloud or wherever you like to tune in, recall us on Facebook and Twitter, and remind me who you are again?

#star trek #star trek podcast #podcast #memory wipe #amnesia #the original series #the next generation #deep space nine #voyager #enterprise #discovery #lower decks #prodigy #the seventh #workforce #the killing game #among the lotus eaters

[ao3feed-spirk]

Dawnbreaker:Despair's Counterattack

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40201755

by Leyenar_The_Avenger

(Or:How Jaylah Went From Twisted Anti-Hero To Actual "Good Girl")

A strange woman wearing a green ring, a warrior from Earth's past and a seemingly sentient sphere...Sounds pretty weird, right? But this band of misfits came together for a reason, and the heroic crew of the Enterprise are soon about to learn that.

The woman, Jaylah, is the sole survivor of the space pirate clan Sitrian, the second-born daughter of its leader. Her family and her clan were wiped out years ago, by an evil man named Krall who she slew using her ring which, apparently, the universe bestowed upon her. She fueled it with the void in her soul, overcharging the ring with her corrupt willpower and avenged her family.

Afterwards, she embarked on a space adventure, meeting her two companions in the process. Now she has taken it upon herself to right all the wrongs in this universe...as its first Green Lantern!

When strange new villains arise, and sinister scoundrels poison the mind of the meek...only one person can save the day, and you will know her name.

Words: 2077, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Dawnbreaker:The Legend Of Jaylah

Fandoms: Green Lantern - All Media Types, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek/Green Lantern: The Spectrum War, Star Trek/Green Lantern: Stranger Worlds, Independence Day (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Gen, M/M

Characters: Jaylah (Star Trek), Khan Noonien Singh | John Harrison, USS Vengeance, Crew of the Starship Enterprise, Thaal Sinestro, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Diana (Wonder Woman), Carol Ferris, USS Enterprise, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, John Stewart (DCU), Kilowog (DCU), Aya (Green Lantern), Ganthet (DCU), Sayd (DCU), Original Characters, Elizabeth Dehner, and the cast of thousands, Green Lantern Jaylah (Star Trek) - Character

Relationships: Jaylah & Khan Noonien Singh, Jaylah (Star Trek)/Romulan Commander (Star Trek TOS: Enterprise Incident), Jaylah & Kalara (Star Trek), Hal Jordan/Thaal Sinestro, Khan Noonien Singh/USS Vengeance, James T. Kirk/Spock, Carol Ferris/Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Carol Marcus/Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Nyota Uhura/Original Male Character, Kilowog (DCU)/Original Female Character(s), Guy Gardner/Original Female Character(s), Ganthet/Sayd (DCU), Christine Chapel/Gary Mitchell, Alexander Marcus & Gary Mitchell, Gaila/Keenser (Star Trek: Alternate Original Series), Ganthet (DCU) & Jaylah (Star Trek) & Sayd (DCU), Janice Rand/Kyle Rayner, Thaal Sinestro & USS Vengeance, Mirror James T. Kirk/Mirror Spock, Alexander Marcus/Khan Noonien Singh, Jaylah/Alexander Marcus, Leila Kalomi/Thaal Sinestro, John Stewart/Katma Tui, Jaylah (Star Trek) & Everyone, Jaylah & USS Vengeance, Kalara (Star Trek)/Rain Lao

Additional Tags: Green Lantern Jaylah (Star Trek), Parallax Sinestro, Movie: Star Trek: Into Darkness (2013), Not Star Trek Beyond Compliant, Pansexual Hal Jordan, Bisexual James T. Kirk, Gay Spock (Star Trek), Protective Jaylah (Star Trek), Christopher Pike Lives, Twu Wuv, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Hope vs. Despair, The Author Regrets Nothing, Past Spock/Nyota Uhura, Big Damn Heroes, Out of Character, Amanda Grayson Lives, Bane makes a cameo with the piiiiitttttt, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Crack, Justice

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40201755

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #spirk

[t0ast-ghost]

(Spectre Of The Gun) S3 EP6 I’m hoping that they don’t think the gun is a spectre, don’t want them getting shot.

Does McCoy get a gun again? Lets find out:

- Chekov’s jaw has DROPPED

- Interesting, they all heard the message in their first language. I wonder if they all speak English in tos because I know in later adaptations it’s shown there are translators (and there must be translators here). But in the episode with that annoying ass robot (edit: Nomad) when Uhura’s brain gets wiped, she remembers Swahili and Chapel encourages her to speak in English, and the Swahili didn’t get translated in sickbay. I’m thinking that the crew is speaking in English then? Like obviously they’ve got universal translators but I’m curious whether any of the crew members need it to communicate or if they’re all speaking in English

- *immediately disregards the warning*

- Now not only has he brought McCoy and Spock, he has also brought Scotty, his chief engineer, and Chekov, his top navigator, onto the dangerous planet. Not a single redshirt (except Scotty… poor Scotty)

- 1. They look kinda silly 2. Gay fog

- OMG A WESTERN (please get costumes please get costumes pleeeeeaaase)

- McCoy DOES get a gun!

- “They’re a bunch of hot air.” “Are they really?” Spock is in surprise and disbelief at that statement

- “Is this a dead man, Doctor?” “Very dead, Mr Spock.”

- Spock stopping his idiot boyfriend from being an idiot with facts and logic

- I don’t know anything about American history. What the fuck is happening

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- Magic clock in the sky

- “Is there anything here and now that could help us.” I immediately thought of a tranquilizer and then thought ‘why not a nerve pinch?’ Only one of which they thought of

- ‘I’m gonna shoot you’ McCoy just leaves

- Is Chekov going to get married? Nvm he got shmacked

- DAMNIT HE GOT SHOT

- This episode doesn’t feel like it’s about them. But holy shit they’re so pretty

- “Captain, let me!” Scotty is about to go on a rampage for Chekov

- “Let it go, Jim. He’s dead.” Bones trying to help Kirk get through these terrible circumstances. Do you think if McCoy died, Jim would think back on his words? Do you think Jim would never let it go?

- “I understand the feeling, captain.” “You talk about another man’s feelings. What do you feel, Spock?” “My feelings are not a subject for discussion, Doctor.” “Because there are no feelings to discuss.” First off, Bones also was just telling Jim to stop worrying over Chekov, he’s got no right to attack Spock like that. I feel like the writers just wanted to add back in their conflict. Second, (and this ties into a previous rant in an episode thought post) Spock’s feelings are a part of him being human (which he pushes away because others try to push him towards being more human) and also something very deeply personal for Vulcans, which isn’t something he would be willing to discuss here, because it’s personal to him, and they’re in a professional setting, thus it being really rude to bring up. Kinda like a person bringing up you having sex, and when you say ‘I’d rather not talk about this’ them responding with saying you’re a virgin

- Spock is getting verbally attacked here and then Kirk goes to defend him but Spock drops the, “They forget I am half human.”

- “It’s for the pain (takes a shot of bourbon).” “But this is painless.” “Well, you should have warned me sooner, Mr Spock.” Nice, Scotty.

- Hey, I don’t know, but why don’t you test it on one of the townspeople

- “We’re not going to move from this spot.” Get transported, idiots

- They’re caged animals now

- They’re assuming the guns are spectres, they’re going to die

- “We can’t just turn it on and off.” “We must. Spock, the Vulcan mind-meld.” “Very well, sir.” EXCUSE ME WHAT

- smooth slide

- How do y’all feel about this… I’m not sure how to feel about this one…

- Spock looks so tender when melding with Kirk

- Kirk would play video games and never choose to be evil cause he’d feel bad. Relatable.

- Kaboom. The gay satellite exploded

- Back to the McCoy (left), Kirk (middle), Spock (right) configuration

“We overcame our instincts for violence.” Kirk beats someone up almost every episode idk what he’s on about.

Masterpost

Episode written by Lee Cronin

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos spock #leonard bones mccoy #tos bones #tos mccoy #jim kirk #captain james kirk #tos kirk #pavel chekov #tos chekov #montgomery scott #tos scotty

[bcnes-archived]

It's Leggo Again sent ; BODYSWAP FGR FUCKING @sunoflegend RIGHT NOW !!!!!!!

Leonard McCoy is a known Hater, usually for fun and regarding a wide variety of topics. Once upon a time his distaste towards technology - computers, robots - might've been a bit exaggerated, too, but after the things he's seen over the last few years, he's frankly not too sure anymore. There's been too many attempts on Jim's life, and Spock's, and he'll never forget what that damn probe did to Scotty and Uhura, or the hundreds of officers wiped out by the M-5.

So maybe he doesn't hate them, but he sure doesn't trust them as far as he can throw them. He's far from the only one to hold the opinion on the Enterprise these days.

It goes without saying that he's just a little bit Upset™ to wake up and find his hands replaced with metal and pistons, then, oversized and clumsy; his mind and vision overloaded with a catastrophic landslide of information he isn't sure how to interpret. Everything's too loud, his vision is too sharp, the information being fed into his sensors ( terrible concept to consider, him having sensors in the first place ) is too much. It feels not that unlike a mind meld in the way that there's too much inside his brain, which is something else he might have to unpack once he can even begin to think. Except even those are ( usually ) less chaotic. This feels like he's been tossed into the deep end of a consciousness he's unfamiliar with and left to drown. Drowning certainly feels like an apt description for it - nothing is cooperating, and he sure as hell can't breathe when he's stuck in a metal shell.

He can't even begin to think about figuring out where he's at or how to get back in contact with the ship or the crew. He merely stands there curling and flexing his hands intermittently, wanting to pull at his hair or rub at his palms but knowing he's going to hate the feeling if he touches any other part of himself. So instead he rolls up and down on the balls of his feet, bouncing on his heels, all agitation and overwhelmed fury. "What's the damn use in being a machine if I can't just shut myself off?"

#sunoflegend #tell me something i don't know [ + ] asks