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kinetic-elaboration · 3 years

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September 17: 3x07 Day of the Dove

I am incredibly discombobulated today—usual weekend nocturnal shenanigans I guess! Anyway it’s somehow midnight. Gonna try to write up these note on the Classic episode The Day of the Dove in as efficient a manner as possible.

Hmm, a planet with wavy pink Fraggle plants. I like it already.

But where is Spock? Very suspicious.

I really appreciate Kirk giving a little speech to set up the overall question/issue for us. (I know he does this all the time with the Captain’s logs but this is out loud and so… more obviously expository.)

Oh no, it’s our old friends…the Klingons.

I will admit that this ONE TIME, the Klingon is being reasonable. Like, it is reasonable to think that Kirk and the Enterprise attacked his ship, given that his hip WAS attacked, and who else would it be?

Three years of peace between the Klingons and the Federation? That is inclusive of the show so all this tension must technically be “peace” and also implies there was something more like a direct war going on, like, right before Kirk got the captaincy.

Zoolander voice: What is this, a colony of the INVISIBLE?

“We have no devil. But we understand the habits of yours.”

No takers? No takers on the torture? No volunteers to be mercilessly tortured by the Klingons?

Star Trek Beyond could have had Kirk and Chekov bond over being brothers! I mean, to other people.

They’ll kill 100 hostages at the first sign of treachery. He does know there are only 400-some people on the ship right? Maybe you should pace yourself, Kang.

Kirk’s so badass he needs MULTIPLE guns trained on him just to use the phone.

Oh-ho secret message to Spock. Which version of the iPhone will be capable of doing THAT?

The Klingons are “suspended in transit” is an awfully nice way of saying they’re just dematerialized atoms in space. Philosophy major and/or Bones nightmare fuel.

How did Kang not see this coming, by the way? Like, he just says “I’m taking your ship now, me and my 6 men versus your 400-some men, and I’ll do this by simply declaring it to be so. Now let’s beam up to your ship, where I’ll be greatly outnumbered, and there are armed security guards all around me.” Guess he’s been reading The Secret!

WIFE AND SCIENCE OFFICER

Aka the most important part of this whole episode.

Kirk’s face is very ?????? You can have both????

It’s legitimately not even important for her to be the science officer tbqh. Like that is so gratuitous. That’s just in there to drive me insane.

"We're prisoners, somehow, after I demanded to come on the ship, assuming they'd just give it to me without any kind of fight. How DID this happen?”

Federation death camps lol—someone’s been watching Fox News.

I do kind of wonder… is this an actual rumor that goes around the Klingon homeworld or is it something that the alien entity put in her head specifically to make her angrier right now? I mean it really could be either.

I also appreciate this episode for being pretty much the only one to actually attempt to give the Klingons a reason for being as they are. The Romulans… maybe aren’t well-described, but they do have a sort of regalness to them, appropriate for being related to Vulcans, and you can kind of imagine that they are the way they are because they’re Vulcans without the intense self-control. Plus they’re literally only in 2 TOS eps and in the second, the Federation are the aggressors. But the Klingons show up a half-dozen times only to be depicted each time as just like Cartoonishly Bad, aggressive, violent, and selfish for basically no reason. And I mean, some people really are!! But TOS has so much nuance in other places, that it always seemed a little disappointing to me that the Klingons are really just like ‘well we’re just bad and we hate everyone and we really like killing I guess.” At least in this ep there’s a little more added to that: that there is poverty on their world, that they feel aggrieved, that they feel unprotected, that taking and conquering is how they look after themselves…

I think that’s later in the episode though.

He’s detaining them in the LOUNGE lol. With their favorite dishes available to them to eat. Absolutely barbarous conditions.

I can’t believe Chekov is hanging in the elevator with the cool kids. Like, one of these things really isn’t like the others.

Kang is officially sure of himself for someone currently imprisoned in the lounge, that most fearsome of Federation death camps.

Hmm, could the glittery light alien have taken over??

You know what, that's a lot of tasks for Johnson to do all by himself: search the whole ship, fix the engines, and free 400 people.

Sulu would love this: everyone gets a sword!!

“Bridge. I gotta show this to Sulu immediately.”

Klingons have maintained a dueling tradition. That’s interesting. Finally some characterization going on.

Spock is really living up to his logical nature today. Everyone else has gone off the emotional deep end and he’s like “have you considered this completely rational explanation that accounts for the actual, observed facts??”

Whoops Chekov is actually an only child. Scratch that previous Beyond headcanon. (Interesting that his dead brother does really resemble Sam though—killed on a research colony??)

Love that Sulu knows that about him though.

Oh, that’s a pretty schematic picture of the Enterprise. I want that on a t-shirt.

Lol the pan out to the armory, now filled with… swords!!

Do ALL of these men have a fetish for swords? Sulu and fencing, Spock displaying swords in his quarters, and Kirk in his San Francisco apartment, and Scotty salivating over this Scottish blade.

“Klingon units.”

Finally Sulu gets his sword! It’s what he deserves.

Love that the shiny light alien also has a fetish for swords.

Oh no, it’s our old adversary, an alien life force.

What is the alien’s purpose? Um, I’m pretty sure its purpose is to start shit.

“An appropriate choice of terms, Captain.” I don’t even remember what this is referring to but I think it’s pretty clear that Spock is enjoying himself during a crisis again.

Bones, being so dramatic. Were there atrocities? He’s talking about the Klingons as if they were literally hacking off limbs—it’s a few stab wounds here and there, chill.

Oooh, time to behave like military men—strong words. (But I thought it wasn’t the military?? @ S**** P****) (This might not even be my best argument, given the context of this episode, but I’m sticking with it.)

This is like a giant game of capture the flag.

AU that’s just about the Enterprise crew playing capture the flag with the Klingons.

Sulu in the background standing guard with his sword

Damn, turning on Spock with the slurs now!!

Spock was absolutely ready to kill him. Like he would 100% have taken him out with a blow to the head. And he’d been doing such a good job of not feeling the alien’s effects so far! Admittedly, that was a strong provocation though.

Honestly, I really like this scene. It’s uncomfortable and tense and you can really see how the alien is bringing out the worst possible influences of their respective races. And I liked how Spock was definitely full on pre-Reform Vulcan for a minute there. It was a more effective portrayal of what that might have looked like than All Our Yesterdays tbqh.

A result of… stress?

Kirk got himself out of it first. He’s so strong. He knows himself so well, he cannot be outsmarted by any alien.

“We’ve been taught to think in terms other than war.”

“The alien brings out the worst of us—patriotic drumbeating…even race hatred.”

He’s so sad; he can’t imagine thinking like that about Spock :(

Sulu in a Jeffries tube! A man of many talents. It’s okay bb, take credit for turning on the lights.

The alien must have been getting bored. The Klingons must have been doing too well, and the playing field needs to be leveled for maximum shit-stirring.

“Let’s find that alien.” That’s how I ALWAYS feel.

Oh, Kang, you’re so close—“What power supports our battle but thwarts our victory.” So, so close to getting it.

ALIEN DETECTED.

Spock takes his sword, of course.

“Jim.” Obligatory Jim moments hit differently when they’re not so obligatory.

“Jim—stop hitting my protégé. And put that sword down.”

Kirk looks so sad, picking Chekov up to carry him bridal style.

Also in addition to ‘race hatred’ I think we need to add ‘rape-y tendances’ to the bad stuff that the alien is inspiring here.

“A brief surge of racial bigotry. Most distasteful.” Spock winning for understatement of the year.

They're assuming the alien is trying to test out their relative powers but I think it just wants entertainment. I mean, doesn’t it look like a naughty little thing?

Mara’s outfit is… little shorts? Interesting. Usually not my style but she makes it work.

Spock doesn’t even look at Johnson as he falls lol. Another one bites the dust.

“It exists on the hate of others.”

What does this remind me of? Oh, the Vast of Night and the whole “aliens made us do every bad thing ever” conspiracy theory. At least this one makes more sense, in part because it is not quite so overwhelmingly broad!

All hostile attitudes must be eliminated, he says, and there's Mara right behind Kirk giving him a death stare lol.

Kang is so obviously posing. Google Earth, always taking pictures.

Only a few minutes before drifting forever in space becomes inevitable? Good thing Kirk works well under pressure.

“Well… do whatever you can, Scotty. You know the drill.” Doesn’t even bother giving real directions anymore. We’ve been in this scenario before.

“So we drift in space, with only hatred and bloodshed aboard.”

And the 392 people below just get to…live in Enterprise prison, I guess.

Star date: Armageddon. So dramatic!

I’m not even making that up; that’s an actual quote. Can you imagine being an Admiral listening to this?

“Stop the war now.” An actual line, really aired on television.

Spock wants to threaten the wife lol. That's the old pre-Reform Vulcan seeping through. Surak who?

Damn, Kang is cold. “Eh, she gets the concept of being killed in battle.” They’re gonna need marriage counseling after this.

“There is another way. Mutual trust and help.” Yes that’s my hero!!

“No one can guarantee the actions of another.” Can’t remember the context of this entirely anymore, but great line.

The entity is loving this—multi-person choreographed sword fight!!

"Those who hate and fight must stop themselves. otherwise it is not stopped.” Another baller line. Spock has a lot of deep thoughts today. And so does Kirk. And Kang.

Kirk tries to reason with the alien. Nice try.

“Shoo. Shoo, alien. Off the ship, go away.”

Omg that last moment—Kang slapping Kirk’s back way too hard, Spock’s completely ridiculous wide-eyed expression when he does, like some sort of combo of amusement and confusion, and then Sulu just passing on by in the background….

Then the alien just yeets itself into space. And that’s the end!

Always feels weird when there’s no wrap up on the bridge.

Also, what are they going to do with the Klingons? They have no ship. They really did come out of this a lot worse than Kirk and co. No ship, huge casualties—and no one to blame even, but the alien.

I feel like the alien messed up a little in killing so many Klingons. Like, it could have accomplished its purpose, angering the Klingons and turning them on Kirk, by attacking the ship a little less violently—you know they’d react to 5 deaths pretty much the same as 400, and then there would be many more people to fight forever and produce that sweet sweet anger!

Maybe the alien’s powers aren’t strong enough to influence 800 people though. Also it wants equal forces and 800 people wouldn’t fit on the Enterprise, one assumes. So it still makes sense.

That was, of course, an excellent episode. 100% agree with is classic status, even though the main things I remembered going in were the wife + science officer bit, and everyone laughing at the end in a really forced, fake way, in order to make the alien go away.

I thought the Klingons were a lot better/more interesting today than usual. First, I think Kang is a better character, or a better actor maybe, than the others; he has a certain way about him that is… more watchable, more sympathetic. And he’s always saying these really dramatic things that make it seem likely he writes patriotic Klingon war poetry in his off time. Also, including his wife made them seem more… not human obviously, but normal. Not just cardboard cut-out villains. And of course the actual lightly specific motivations I earlier mentioned helped too.

Also, the plotting was very good: it built up slowly but surely over time, so at first the alien’s influence wasn’t that obvious, and then it became more so, and then it became horrifically obvious and extreme. And then you had to re-evaluate earlier moments: was that the alien changing facts in their heads, or a real part of the animosity between humans and Klingons? And it wasn’t always clear, which I appreciated. The tension when the people were at their worst wasn’t overdone, like in that moment with Scotty, Spock, and Kirk—or even in Chekov’s assault on Mara, tbh. The various strategies of the different sides were very entertaining too; there was never a dull moment, and they fit in a lot of straight-up actions and twists into 50 minutes.

The possible threat was truly terrifying, also: stuck in a space ship, forever, unable to die, feeling the worst possible emotions all the time, besieged, angered, despairing, fighting a war that can’t be won, being injured and suffering only to recover and fight again, and it never stops… A perfect nightmare mixture of insanity and violence and pain. And the alien, in encouraging hatred and anger, doesn’t discriminate between sides: they turn on each other just as much as on the Klingons, breeding paranoia and infighting. For eternity.

The episode also felt much more strongly anti-war than I remember tbh. Like it was not subtle. Kirk literally says “stop the war” in so many words. He has a part in his speech where he talks about the possibility of other aliens out there, encouraging other wars. And while I do think “maybe the aliens are making us do it” is a cop out explanation, or would be if it were real, the scenario gave the show a lot of room to say, like, pretty ballsy things: to include “patriotic drum beating” along with “race hatred” in a list of corrupting feelings they were experiencing; to show how the same instincts that lead to warring also lead to sexual assault and the aforementioned ‘race hatred;” to reveal the true horror of an endless war by making the participants unkillable and sticking them in a singular space ship in the middle of nowhere; to imply that the combatants of war gain nothing from it, but outside or third-party entities will pull strings of their own design to profit from the conflict as long as possible; even to make an impassioned plea to camera to stop the endlessness of the conflict. Like I can’t even totally unpack this but it is a lot!

Finally, it was also a great Kirk episode, which of course is my most important factor. He’s smart; he’s strong; he’s so sure of himself and his values that he cannot be manipulated to mindless hatred, he represents the values of the Federation, and the show itself; he treats even his enemies with basic respect and humanity; and ultimately, he saves the day.

Okay I was not efficient in writing this up at all! It is very late!!

#the year 2021 #2021: star trek #2021: fandom thoughts #star trek tos

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httpfandxms · 4 years

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Exploring a New World (7/30)

Pairing: James T. Kirk x Reader

A/N: Hi everyone!! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did. I really tried to add a lot more dialogue for Y/n, but feel free to let me know if I should add more lines for the character or any other type of suggestions. If something doesn’t make sense please let me know. I love your comments and it truly helps me keep going!

I just want to apologize for my absence this past week. I wasn’t in a good place mentally because my “friends” are being very cruel to me for some reason so it was very hard for me to concentrate on anything else. It sadly is still an on going situation, but I have my family and my one good friend as well as you all to help me through this so thank you very much!

Just a little FYI: I wanted to add the scene where James becomes Captain in this chapter because I felt it would flow better. However, I’m having a little problem for the next chapter so I moved it there. When I eventually edit this whole series and I’ve hopefully figured out extra scenes for part 8, I’ll probably stick that scene back in this chapter where I originally wanted it.

Leonard entered the med bay while you closed the curtain around a patient. While he made his way over to you, he said, “you know Spock wanted to speak with you as well, but I saved you the trouble since you usually start hitting people when you’re angry at them.” He stopped right beside you and grinned.

You pushed his arm lightly, “I do not do that.”

He let out a small gasp, “see, you just pushed me.”

“Stop it,” you groaned with a smile. “How’d it go with Spock? Did he take that stick out of his Vulcan butt and admit about making the wrong choice about Kirk?”

“Of course he didn’t,” he scoffed. “All he did was acknowledge our friendship to Jim and then he…”

“Then he what?”

He mumbled something incoherent.

“What? Speak up.”

Leonard crossed his arms as he looked away from you then grumbled, “he threw my metaphor back in back in my face.”

You laughed, “about time someone did.”

“That’s funny to you huh,” he asked to which you nodded in response. “Oh, well then how would you like that I throw your feelings for Jim in your face?”

Your smile fell off your face and was replaced with a slight frown as you shook your head and avoided his eyes, “I-I don’t have feelings for Kirk.”

“Oh really? Okay then, what’s with the weird sexual tension and flirting that’s been happening for the past three years? And why do you only call him, James, when you have your guard down? You only ever call him Kirk when it’s professional or when you’re closing yourself off.” You opened your mouth to speak, but he continued, “I know you care about him, maybe more than you realize, but you can’t keep lying to yourself that you don’t.”

You chewed on your lip as you felt your cheeks heat up. You pondered for a moment, but then scoffed, “you’re ridiculous.”

Chapel walked over to you two, “sorry to interrupt, but Dr. McCoy, one of the injured crew members that were requested for a checkup left before we could proceed.”

Leonard replied, “I’ll see to it. Thank you.” She nodded then went back to her duties. He watched as she walked further away from you both then turned his attention back to you and said, “can you go find him?”

“W-what, no! Leonard, I have my own patients to take care of,” you whined. “My day is full while you’re just sitting around in your office probably picking random gunk off the bottom of your shoes. You just said you’ll take care of it yourself so you do it.”

“I don’t want to look for him,” he whined. “I’m your chief medical officer so you have to do as I say.”

You crossed your arms, “don’t you dare pull rank on me, that’s not fair.”

“Oh I’m definitely pulling rank on you. You think I want to go around looking for a patient who doesn’t want to be here,” Leonard babbled. “so have fun playing hide and go seek because I sure as hell am not playing.”

“You’re the worst pain in my ass,” you remarked.

“Oh, that’s an upgrade. I thought Jim was the worst,” he teased. “Anyways, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t annoy you at least once every day.”

“A better one,” you mumbled to which he laughed and gave you a light shove towards the exit. You waved him off as you said, “I’m going, I’m going. You owe me one, though.”

You walked along the engineering deck pursuing your search for the patient. Just as you turned a corner, you heard someone yell, “Mr. Scott.”

At the sight of a familiar blond, you froze and softly asked, “James?” You shook your head out of your slight daze. “H-How are you back on the ship?”

Kirk chuckled, “that’s a bit of a long sto-” he was interrupted by a knocking within the machinery beside him. Kirk’s eyes went wide and quickly placed his ear to it then yelled, “Mr. Scott, can you hear me?”

You quickly made your way beside Kirk and asked, “is someone actually in there?” A man appeared in the tube who you could only assume was Mr. Scott. “Oh my God.”

“Hold on a second,” Kirk yelled.

You and Kirk ran after the man while following the tube. The man went further away from us as he went up the vertical tube which made Kirk yelled, “No, no!”

Kirk kept his eyes on the man, yet your eyes quickly set on something else. “Kirk,” you said while you tapped his arm. He brought his attention to you and followed the direction to which your eyes were set on. Mr. Scott was heading towards the water turbines.

You ran towards the control board and Kirk quickly followed. You both pressed on various controls to release the valve that was located just before the turbine. The computer announced, “turbine release valve activated.”

The door opened and Mr. Scott fell to the floor with water pooling around him. Kirk kneeled over him and asked, “you alright?”

You knelt beside the two men and asked, “sir, are you okay?”

Mr. Scott sat up and coughed up water. “My heads’ buzzing and I’m soaked, but otherwise I’m fine,” he spoke in a thick accent. He gave you a once-over then turned to Kirk, “do you see her too or am I dreaming?”

Kirk only laughed as he shook his head.

“My name’s Y/n and you must be Mr. Scott,” you said then stuck your hand out.

He gladly took your hand and gave it a firm shake as he responded, “aye, but you call me Scotty.”

Kirk looked over to you and smirked, “what are you doing out here instead of in med bay?”

“Well… we um. We actually lost a patient,” you shrugged.

“I’m so sorry,” Kirk consoled.

“Oh, no! I didn’t mean he’s dead,” you blurted then let out a laugh. “He actually just ran away someplace and Leonard is making me look for him.” Kirk cocked his head slightly with a smile plastered in his face as you rambled on. “Which reminds me that we should probably get going now because they’ll be sending people down here soon.”

Kirk stood up first and lent a hand to you and helped you up. You both then turned to the soaked man and helped him to his feet. Kirk led the way across the engineering deck as you and Scotty followed closely. Once we went up a particular stairway, we were met by officers.

“Halt,” one said.

You all turned around to go in another direction, but were met with another officer who said, “come with me, cupcake!” You recognized him from the name he called Kirk as the officer from the bar a few years back.

They forcefully grabbed the two men you were with. One approached you, but you immediately took a step back as you raised a hand, “I can walk myself perfectly fine, thank you.” He gave you a curt nod and motioned his hand for you walk ahead and follow the others who were dragging Kirk and Scotty.

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lenievi · 3 years

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The Enemy Within aka the episode that started the trio dynamic

- the romantic music when Kirk enters his quarters and Rand is there lol But also Kirk not looking at her and dismissing her (because he can’t allow himself to be around her)

- and then having the evil!Kirk go to her quarters.

- so despite Spock and McCoy not interacting much in the previous two episodes, we learn that McCoy goes to Spock to have him deal with Kirk’s weird moods, but also we learn that McCoy teases Spock “Our good doctor's been putting you on again.” - which I assume is another step on getting to know each other

- Janice likes to paint

- please note that I’m choosing not to talk about the evil!Kirk and Janice scene, or the following awkward retelling

- there really is still such a distance between Kirk and Spock, but I also think that Spock watching Kirk struggle reminded him of his own struggles, and in a way it helped to make them a bit closer as friends, even though the professional distance still stays

- also this

SPOCK: If your power of command continues to weaken, you'll soon be unable to function as Captain. You must be prepared for that. MCCOY: You have your intellect, Jim. You can fight with that!

aaaaand we’re starting the trio dynamic

SPOCK: If I seem insensitive to what you're going through, Captain, understand it's the way I am.

lol

SPOCK: Survival procedures, Mister Sulu. SULU [OC]: Per your training programme, Mister Spock.

this is actually something that I rarely/never see in fic, Spock’s training programmes (it’s just one line, you say? people tend to do a lot from one line, this one doesn’t have to be different)

- McCoy and Kirk’s scenes are always so good

- is the first “He’s dead, Jim” about a unicorn dog? lol

MCCOY: God forbid I should have to agree with Spock, but he was right.

MCCOY: Animal could have died of some kind of shock. SPOCK: For once, I agree with you.

LOL

KIRK: The men. We have to take the chance, Bones. Their lives-- MCCOY: Suppose it wasn't shock, Jim. Suppose death was caused by transporter malfunction. Then you'd die. They'd die, anyway. Jim, you can't risk your life on a theory!

I understand that people don’t like to hear that, but Kirk IS the most important to McCoy, more important than the lives of four men who are freezing on the planet. If it’s Kirk’s life in danger, McCoy is willing to break any rules, any beliefs.

This is basically the episode that starts the McCoy-Spock banter~ But it’s not the fun kind of a banter because it’s about Jim’s well-being and McCoy always gets too protective of Jim, so the nature is influenced by that McCoy’s protectiveness (and Spock’s insensitiveness and apparent indifference)

But it’s also like: I offered you an option, Spock offered you an option, but it’s your decision. (unless you give up command) So I guess, this is also the ep that more or less cemented the trio and their dynamic. [but I feel it takes some time before they come back to this; we’ll see]

Being split in two halves is no theory with me, Doctor. I have a human half, you see, as well as an alien half, submerged, constantly at war with each other.

I’m actually glad that the dubbing I watch didn’t use any form of ‘alien’ but just went with human and vulcan halves. Because the wording in English is.....

- the smile Kirk gives McCoy before he’s being ‘transported’

- Spock is so relieved that it worked, and that his ‘not theory’ was right.

SPOCK: The, er, impostor had some interesting qualities, wouldn't you say, Yeoman?

this is Spock at his worst. Like seriously, wtf (I understand where they were getting with that (and by that I mean Kirk/Rand), but wtf)

#leni watches tos #one more today #tos nonsense

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lacefuneral · 4 years

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Hello! If you haven't done them yet for the ship meme, would you answer 4, 14, and/or 21? Thank you!

(ship headcanon meme)

I’m not sure if this is for spirk or daforge so I’m doing both!

TOS Spirk:

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

Honestly? Spock. Between being raised with Vulcan values and not being able to form significant interpersonal relationships (due to bullying/xenophobia) I imagine that he’d be incredibly touch starved. Kirk brushes against his arm for the first time. Just a casual, platonic gesture and Spock’s like “I… am not opposed to this.” Because finally, he gets to experience physical contact from another person that isn’t violent in nature. So he welcomes all of the times that Kirk puts a hand on his shoulder, or pats his back, or tugs at a sleeve to get his attention. It reminds Spock that he is safe and cared for.

So when they actually start dating (and they’re no longer secretive about it), it’s just… PDA city. He wants to reciprocate, send those same feelings back to Jim and more. Spock’s leaning on him, hugging him, resting his head on Jim’s shoulder, and holding his hand (like the whole hand - not just ozh'esta). Stuff that by human standards is relatively tame, and not too dissimilar from what Jim was doing before (if a bit more lovey-dovey), but by Vulcan standards is risqué at best, obscene at worst. Anyway, Jim loves every second of it. He’s like “Hello, my gorgeous Vulcan. Yes, you can sit on the armrest of the captain’s chair and thread our fingers together. ;)”

The crew hates it. Like, there’s no lips involved but they know what’s up. You know the vine of the couple holding each other in Panera Bread? It’s like that.

IS THIS ALLOWED? IS THAT ALLOWED?

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14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

Jim is THE biggest baby when he gets a cold. He just kind of flops over and is like “This is it! I’m going to die!” And Spock just sort of rolls his eyes and brings him his cough medicine, or whatever they have in the future. And he’ll open up a book of Vulcan poetry, and read to Jim in his dulcet baritone until he eventually falls asleep.

Spock, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He’s exceedingly stubborn, and refuses to stay in bed. Instead, he’ll try to suit-up in full hazmat gear (to avoid contamination) and run experiments in his lab. Until Jim catches him, of course, and does his usual: “Ah, ah, ah! No you don’t, mister!” Drags him back to his quarters, tucks him into bed, and climbs under the covers with him to keep him nice and warm. (Because Vulcans are cold-blooded.) Eventually, Spock relents, and falls asleep while Jim spoons him and gently strokes his hair.

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

It’s the places they don’t go together that makes them nervous. There’s always that fear where, if only one of them goes on an away mission, the other won’t be there to protect him from danger. But having the bond helps. They’re able to check in with one another, even from a great distance - even when communicators are unhelpful. And that eases the worry somewhat.

That being said…

Spock always feels weird about going back home to Vulcan, because he has a lot of bad memories there. He worries that he’ll encounter people who harassed him in his youth, or that people will be hostile towards his human bondmate. And Jim worries for Spock, doesn’t want him to feel uncomfortable or afraid of his homeworld. And he reminds Spock of how much he has accomplished, and assures him that he will make a fine ambassador someday. That the xenophobia he faced as a child is becoming a thing of the past, and that he has the same right to be there as any other Vulcan. And that no matter what happens, Jim will always love and support him. The first couple of trips are rough on them both, but eventually they manage to not only feel comfortable visiting Vulcan, but greatly look forward to it. Spock always takes him to museums and historical sights, and Jim eagerly learns about the culture so he can understand his husband better.

Daforge:

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

I feel like at first, both of them would be really awkward about any sort of contact. Because Data isn’t sure when he should hold hands with or kiss Geordi. Where is that behavior acceptable, and where is it not? How does he know if that’s what Geordi wants? Meanwhile, Geordi assumes that because Data is an android, he just… has no interest in that sort of thing. And that, if Data did reciprocate, he’d only be doing it to please Geordi and not because he genuinely wants to do that. But eventually Data asks Geordi if he can kiss him, because he loves him and wants to “Express this through a physical gesture.” And Geordi’s like: uhhhh yeah, of course you can! And the awkwardness completely diffuses after that.

Once Geordi has been reassured that Data genuinely wants physical affection - that the feelings are mutual - he readily initiates it. Lots of arms-around-the-waist-smiling-against-his-back “Hey, babe. We still on for chess today?” Lots of standing-on-the-tips-of-his-toes to give Data a quick peck on the lips. If he’s feeling ambitious (and no one else is around) he might even give Data a playful smack on the butt, which never fails to make the android blush.

But Geordi isn’t the only one who does PDA. Data, for his part, is fond of kissing the back of Geordi’s hand like a Victorian suitor. Sometimes, he’ll kiss Geordi’s forehead (because it’s easier than craning his neck all the way down to kiss his lips). Or, when he’s feeling ambitious (and no one else is around), he’ll abruptly hoist Geordi into the air and carry him bridal style, which never fails to make the engineer blush.

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

Data has this On Lock™. Just like he has done with Spot, he’s programmed a vast collection of soups and teas into the replicators that he’s designed for Geordi when he gets sick. (He always requests his mom’s chicken noodle soup, though, so that particular endeavor was a waste of time.) He ensures that the room is kept at an optimal temperature, that the lights aren’t too bright (in case Geordi decides to put on his VISOR), that the sound of ocean waves are playing in the background, the humidifier is running, that there’s a box of tissues and a bag of cough drops nearby, and even gives Geordi a giant teddy bear to hug if he has work to do or if he’s summoned to the bridge.

Otherwise, Data cuddles up alongside him and helps to keep Geordi’s fever down by lowering his own temperature - essentially turning himself into a giant ice pack. He massages out any sore muscles, he rubs Geordi’s back if he throws up, and he regularly updates Dr. Crusher on Geordi’s status three times an hour, just in case. We love a caring boyfriend.

Data doesn’t really get sick, because he’s an android, but he does occasionally experience a malfunction or receives damage during an away mission. During those times, Geordi just softly talks to him and assures him that everything is going to be okay while he performs the necessary repairs. Sometimes he sings to him. I’d like to imagine it’s this song by Billie Holiday. :’)

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21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

After the whole Kivas Fajo incident, they tend to stick very closely together when they’re dealing with cargo freighters, scavengers, and “collectors.” Not just for Data’s sake, but for Geordi’s. His VISOR has been stolen multiple times - with the intention of being traded for bars of gold-pressed latinum. They both watch out for each other, and they do alright - but it’s still stressful to have to be vigilant during these times.

#spirk #daforge #tos #tng #replies #jay.txt #anonymous

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fickle-tiction · 4 years

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Dr. Dimples

I haven’t written a fic in YEARS so let’s see if I’ve still got it. The two ask memes got the ideas flowing.

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“Kid if you don’t cut it out I’m going to make you cut it out.”

“Bones, come on. I already told Gaila you were coming.”

“Well that was stupid of you.”

Jim let out an exaggerated groan as he flopped onto Leonard’s bed. Bones hadn’t so much as glanced in Jim’s direction for the past ten minutes, instead choosing to reread the same paragraph over and over at his small desk with the hope that Jim would give up and leave him to his homework in peace. So far his odds weren’t looking too good.

Jim was quiet for a full two minutes, and in retrospect Bones should have seen that as a warning sign. Unfortunately, he naively assumed Jim found something to busy himself with and began to lose himself in his medical text. The second his shoulders relaxed and he let his guard down Jim made his move. He quietly crept up behind McCoy and quickly snatched the padd right out of his legendary hands.

“Jim!” Bones shouted, finally whirling around on his chair and glaring at his smirking friend. “I was reading that.” He growled, narrowing his eyes as he watched Jim save his place before shutting the padd off.

“Don’t worry Bones, you’ll get it back.” Jim promised, smiling wide as he settled back on the bed with his stolen prize. “After the party.”

“I already told you, I ain’t going to the party.”

“And I already told you,” Jim replied in his best--aka worst--southern drawl, “that you are.”

“Padd.” Bones held his hand out to Jim. “Now.”

Jim just grinned back, holding the padd behind his back with one hand. “I’ll wait here while you get dressed.”

Bones hung his head and huffed, as though resigning himself to his fate. He got up and made to head to his small closet, but at the last second he threw himself at the bed and landed on Jim. Jim let out a surprised yelp even as he quickly lay down so his left arm was behind his back, securely holding the padd between himself and the mattress.

“You little shit.” Bones was fighting back a smile as he tried to worm his hand underneath Jim’s back to get at his padd. Jim laughed and tried to push Bones away with his free hand while pressing as much of his body weight into the bed as he could. Jim was surprisingly heavy for such a skinny guy, and Bones was having a hard time getting his hand underneath his back.

“You know, attacking a fellow cadet is a punishable offense.” Jim commented loftily, smirk firmly in place as he pushed at Bones’s chest.

“So is stealing a fellow cadet’s padd.” Bones pointed out, trying to worm a hand under either side of Jim while Jim held him at arm’s length. “In fact..” Bones trailed off, smirking when he realized Jim had opened himself up for the perfect attack. One hand was trapped under his own body, and his other arm was extended to try to keep Bones away. All McCoy had to do was grab hold of Jim’s right arm with his left hand, and then he would be defenseless when Bones started tickling his armpit with his right hand; so that’s exactly what he did.

Jim’s raised eyebrow and amused huff of air were his only reactions, and Bones felt his own smile slip off his face. ”Really Bones?” Jim asked, even as Bones kept up his wiggling fingers, which were now dancing over Jim’s ribs. “That was your big plan to get your padd back?”

“Shut up.” Bones scowled as he halfheartedly squeezed at Jim’s sides. “It was a good plan.”

“Oh it definitely was.” If Bones wasn’t so preoccupied with experimentally wiggling his fingers over Jim’s stomach in search of a reaction, that tone of voice combined with that shark-like smile would have sent him running. As it was, he was completely caught off guard when Jim’s left hand finally shot out from beneath his own back and his fingers buried themselves in Bones’s armpit.

Bones let out a booming laugh, curling into himself and trapping Jim’s fingers all while trying to shove Jim’s hand away. It was almost too easy for Jim to flip their positions so Bones was flat on his back, Jim straddling his waist and slipping his hand free from Bones’s armpit. The second the tickling stopped Bones clamped his mouth shut, refusing to let the few residual laughs be voiced even as his face turned red.

“Well, well, well.” Jim smirked, hands resting on either side of Bones’s rib cage even as Bones latched onto his wrists in a death grip. “It looks like somebody’s been holding out on me.”

“Jim, I will kill you.” Jim might have backed off, if Bones wasn’t so clearly fighting to keep his smile off of his face.

“What are you going to do? Tickle me to death?” Jim taunted, Kirk Smirk stretching across his face. As soon as Bones took the bait, narrowing his eyes and opening his mouth to retort, Jim’s fingers went wild.Nowhere was safe. Bones tried to hold out as long as he could---so, about four seconds.

It turns out Bones has a very deep laugh, and it seemed any pressure on his rib cage would set him off. Jim danced his fingers up and down both sides of his ribs while Bones squeezed his eyes shut, face bright red as booming laughter poured out of him.

“Bones, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this!” It was like Christmas had come early for Jim. “Are your sides ticklish too?”

“Fahahack ohohoff!” Bones laughed, his laughter somewhat quieting down when Jim started squeezing at his sides, but his squirming intensifying. “You-hahaha-you’re sohohohoh fuhuhuhucking de-hahha-ad!”

“It’s adorable that you think you’ll ever be able to get me back for this.” Jim laughed, darting a hand up to lightly, so lightly, tickle the side of Bones’s neck. “Oh my god!” Jim laughed, face lighting up when Bones squealed and broke out into panicked giggles.

“Jihihihhihim!” Bones squealed, trying to scrunch his shoulders up to protect his neck. Jim switched to tickling his ears, which Bones didn’t even know could be ticklish. What the hell. “Pri-hihihihhhihihi-ck!” He giggled, trying to push Jim’s hands away but feeling weak with laughter.

“Bones, did you know you have dimples?!” They’ve known each other for months and somehow Jim’s never seen them before. Actually, come to think of it, Jim’s not sure he’s ever actually heard Bones laugh before. Huh. “You’re so cute.” He cooed in a baby-talk voice, knowing Bones would be glaring daggers through him if he could.

“De-hhahhaha-ad!” Bones yelped, greedily sucking in air when Jim eased up and just started poking random spots on his torso, endlessly amused at how Bones jumped every time a new spot was touched. “You’re fucking dead.” It probably would have been more intimidating if Bones wasn’t blushing, or if he wasn’t smiling so wide it made his dimples pop, or if he didn’t look like a rumpled mess from his constant squirming.

“Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal.” Jim offered, casually wiggling his fingers into Bones’s armpits as he spoke, as though they were having a perfectly normal conversation right now, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to have to practically shout over his friend’s laughter. “You go to this party with me,” He paused when Bones started pushing his hands away with some real force behind it, zeroing his attention into what he was doing and turning Bones’s into a puddle of jello as he ruthlessly tickled his armpits. Once Bones laughter was nearly silent, and he mostly stopped his wild thrashing, Jim went back to lightly tracing his fingers over Bones’s torso. “And I won’t tell everyone how this whole grumpy old man thing is just an act, and you’re actually a ridiculously ticklish softy.”

Bones didn’t answer at first, unable to stop the steady stream of bubbly laughter from pouring out his mouth. It took a few minutes, during which Jim backed off but never completely stopped tickling him. “Okahahahahay.” Bones finally bit out, hands held in front of his stomach, arms clamped to his sides. “JUhuhuhuhust sthahahahhaap.”

“You’ll come to the party?”

“Yehehehes yehehehehes!”

“Excellent!” Jim chirped, giving Bones’s ribs one last quick tickle before ceasing his assault and climbing off his friend. Bones immediately curled into himself, huffing and puffing as he caught his breath, a tired smile stretch across his face.

Once Bones finally calmed down and caught his breath he uncurled and opened his eyes. “Good God, man.” He laughed, sitting up and wiping the tear tracks from his face. “For someone who isn’t ticklish, you sure know how to mess a guy up.”

“For someone who’s so grumpy all the time, you sure do have a nice laugh.”

Bones threw a pillow at Jim’s head, unsuccessfully fighting back a smile. “Seriously, if you tell anyone about this I will kill you. I’m a doctor, not a tickle me Elmo.”

“What about a Dr. Tickle-Bones?”

Another pillow came flying at Jim’s head, which he ducked with a laugh.

“Dr. Dimples?”

Now the forgotten padd came flying at his stomach, which Jim caught with another laugh.

“Okay tough guy.” Jim teased, dodging the kick Bones halfheartedly aimed in his general direction. “Get dressed, we’re going to be late.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bones grumped, still smiling as he stood from the bed.

#tickling #fanfiction #tickling fanfiction #star trek #ticklish!bones #bones mccoy #jim mirk #mckirk

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beastlyanachronism · 4 years

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Fandom Ask Game

I was kindly tagged by @wolfiejimi for Star Trek TOS, so here goes

(I'll limit this to the series itself because the movie era is a whole other kettle of fish) My favourite female character: Nyota Uhura. There is a decided paucity of good female characters in TOS, but fortunately Uhura is there as a great example of a real "strong female character" – i.e. not a gun-slinging hard-hitting "hero" but a well-rounded person that balances competency with warmth. She always gives the impression of having an actual life beyond the framework of the events we see in the episodes. My favourite male character: Well, it has to be Spock. The idea of Star Trek without Spock is just inconceivable. (Although I don't like when people suggest that Spock is the main character of TOS. Kirk is 100% the main character.) I relate to his reserve and aspire to his stoicism, I suppose. My favourite book/season etc.: Season 3 gets an awful bad rep so I'm going to say Season 3 just to be contrary. It's the first one I encountered, it has many gems (no empath pun intended) and even at its worst, it's mostly enjoyable. Besides, half the fun of watching TOS is shouting "what???" at the screen at frequent intervals. My favourite episode (if it's a TV show): The Immunity Syndrome. Why? No guest stars! Just the crew of the Enterprise being protective of each other without interruption! And there's an amoeba in space aaaaah! My favourite cast member: DeForest Kelley. Every anecdote about him is so endearing. It seems he really was a true gent. My favourite ship: Well my mind says "spirk" and my heart says "spones", so I take a leaf out of Spock's book and use my intellect to bridge my two warring halves, leaving me with the galaxy-brained answer, mcspirk.

When we see them during TOS I don't think they're together yet, I just think Kirk has an attraction to Spock that he presumes is unreturnable. I like to think Kirk and Spock get together after Turnabout Intruder (maybe immediately after?) but it would take many years more before the Spock-McCoy relationship mellows enough for Bones to join the family.

I am somewhat loath to solve clashing ships with polyamory, but if there was ever a case where it would be realistically viable, mcspirk is it. Also, Bones is incapable of reaching fulfilment unless he gets a happy marriage, and no-one is good enough for him except S and K. I love the platonic triumvirate friendship, but mcspirk is endgame in my opinion. A character I'd die defending: Hmm. I suppose this would be Bones. When I watch the show, he annoys me sometimes, but fanon explores the depths of his character and motivations, showing that he is really a cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. He's so vulnerable to hurt and despair, he must be protected at all costs. A character I just can't sympathise with: Gary Mitchell. In Where No Man Has Gone Before, I think that Kirk thinks "oh what a tragedy, my witty and talented friend just couldn't handle having godlike powers because no man can handle that level of responsibility". However, I think that Kirk had a blind spot regarding Mitchell, who was actually a manipulative, conniving narcissist even in their academy days.

I think this opinion is backed up by the script (he definitely had undue influence over Kirk if he nearly made him marry someone?). [Also, if you explore the idea that Kirk could be trans, and that Mitchell's "James R Kirk" gravestone was a deliberate jab at his deadname, it all fits together weirdly well.]

But I also admit that my dislike of Gary Mitchell stems largely from my naive jealousy, on behalf of Spock and Bones, that Jim ever had a real best friend before they came along.

A character I grew to love: Christine Chapel. When I first came across Trek through tumblr, I assumed that this beautiful lady in the background was just a typical 1960's dumb blonde background character, just there to look pretty and be in distress. I eventually realised I was totally wrong. The scenes where she seems to have got over her crush on Spock in a mature way (e.g. Plato's Stepchildren) and especially the scenes where she secretly tricks patients into being afraid of McCoy, unbeknownst to him, show her intelligence and depth.

My anti-OTP:

Kirk and the girl of the week. This is where Season 3 kind of lets itself down, because in most of Season 1 it's made quite clear that Kirk seeks to avoid involvement with women because his captaincy requires all his concentration. I don't mind when he flirts deliberately and cynically for an ulterior motive (e.g. Catspaw, Gamesters of Triskelion etc etc) or when he genuinely falls in love in a realistic way (Edith Keeler), but when he starts thinking he's in love with someone he just met, it's stupid and OOC. [I'm looking at you, Requiem for Methuselah...]

If you see this post and would like to do this for a fandom of your choice, feel free to say that I tagged you!

#star trek tos #ask game #unmitigated bleat

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twinklysmiles · 4 years

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A Ticklish Predicament (McCoy’s POV)

Star Trek Tickle Fic

Fandom: Star Trek TOS / AOS Characters: Leonard Bones McCoy, Christine Chapel Warnings: Tickling (non-con, sort of, at least at first) Word Count: 5,497

Summary: The one where McCoy gets tied to a biobed by an alien, and Chapel accidentally discovers how ticklish he is while trying to untie him. (McCoy’s POV)

So, as per request, here’s what it was like for Leonard McCoy. (If you’re interested in Chapel’s POV, you can find that here.)

When the alien grabbed him and pulled him into the exam room, locking the door behind them, McCoy was livid. Even more so, when he was forced to strip down to his boxers at gunpoint, just to prove that he didn’t have any weapons hidden inside his clothes.

Not one to idly sit around, he attacked the alien with the nearest hypo as soon as the latter was focused on making demands through the comm on the wall. Unfortunately, however, he’d underestimated both the alien’s strength and reflexes, and, to his utter horror, soon found himself strapped to the biobed, hands tied together above his head and fastened to the monitor.

McCoy was greatly relieved when the alien just left him alone after that, not in the least interested in his captive other than preventing him from making further trouble and holding him hostage to use as leverage over the captain. But even so, he couldn’t bring himself to relax. Of all the things the alien could have done to him, McCoy felt that putting him in this vulnerable position was probably the scariest. For the doctor was terminally ticklish.

Having suffered his fair share of tickle torture by the hands of eager friends and family throughout his childhood and into his marriage, ending up in a position like this, restrained and defenceless, with all his worst spots completely exposed, had always been his ultimate nightmare.

The alien, of course, had no idea of the nature of the doctor’s fears. Probably didn’t have any concept of that particular human weakness at all, or at least didn’t care, but McCoy still flinched in ticklish anticipation every time the alien so much as looked in his direction or took a step towards him.

The worst thing, however, was, that much as he couldn’t wait to be rescued, he feared it at the same time. Because he just knew that whoever came in to free him, with – perhaps – the exception of Spock, would take one look at his predicament and not be able to resist ��a little tickle’. It was just human nature, he’d learned that the hard way long ago.

See someone raise their arms? Drill your fingers into their armpits. See someone take off their shoes? Rake your fingers over their soles. See someone’s shirt ride up? Scrabble your fingers all over their belly and sides. It was almost like a reflex action. And today, someone was inevitably going to find out how lethally ticklish McCoy was, and then would proceed to take full advantage of the knowledge.

Oh how Jim would be delighted to find out something like this about his friend. The doctor shuddered at the mere thought. He’d never hear the end of it. He’d be mercilessly teased and tickled until the end of his days. And not because Jim was a cruel person, but because he just wouldn’t understand how torturous tickling was for McCoy.

The captain was ridiculously ticklish himself, at least on his belly and sides. McCoy knew that from his physical exams. But unlike the doctor, he wasn’t shy about it and even seemed to enjoy it, squirming and giggling freely every time McCoy touched him there.

So, when Kirk and Spock finally found a way to overpower the alien and take him away, McCoy was immensely relieved, if also a little embarrassed, to see Christine Chapel coming to his rescue. He’d always had a soft spot for his gentle head nurse. And apart from being a real beauty, she was the least malicious person he knew and would certainly not take advantage of his predicament.

As Chapel approached him, he saw her give him a quick once-over, checking for injuries as a good nurse should. But when she smiled at him, quite obviously relieved to find him unharmed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d also been checking him out. Chapel had certainly seen him in his underwear during his own physicals before, but finding her boss tied to a bed and practically naked, still appeared to make her feel a little awkward. Nevertheless, she seemed to like what she saw, and the doctor couldn’t help feeling flattered.

After only a moment’s hesitation, obviously a little unsure about how to proceed, she finally stepped to his side and asked, “Are you all right, Doctor?”

“Yes, I’m okay,” he replied, and was sorry that it came out much more gruffly than he’d intended. “Can you please untie me already, nurse?”

He really hadn’t meant to snap at her, but having her standing so close to his exposed underarms, filled him with ticklish discomfort and made him tug impatiently at the ropes.

“Of course, Doctor, right at it,” Chapel smiled, reaching up to untie his arms from the monitor, thankfully seeming not in the least tempted to test his vulnerable armpits for ticklishness.

Regrettably, however, she had to stretch up to reach the ropes, her uniform dress hitching up a little, and its hem lightly grazing McCoy’s side in the process. The doctor jolted, as the ticklish sensation flashed through him like lightning, and all he could do was bite his lip hard in time to suppress a startled squeal and the ensuing giggles, as he yanked desperately at the ropes, reflexively trying to pull his arms down to protect his sides from the ongoing tickling.

To his relief, when Chapel looked down in surprise and found her dress brushing against his skin, she just assumed that he’d been startled by the unexpected touch.

“Sorry,” she murmured, straightening out her uniform and reaching back up to the monitor.

Unsurprisingly, of course, the tickling started anew, seeming almost worse now, and McCoy couldn’t help jerking again, this time even letting out a startled gasp, while well aware that his involuntary yanking at the ropes was not helping Chapel untie the knot she was working on.

“Naughty skirt,” the nurse chuckled, straightening her dress again and resuming her task.

“Hurry up, dammit, I’m getting really uncomfortable here,” the doctor grunted, the strain of not letting on how unbearably her dress tickled him making his words sound sharper than he’d intended.

But he knew that he couldn’t hold out very much longer and needed her to be done before he exploded into ticklish laughter.

It was pointless. The faster Chapel tried to work, the faster her skirt skittered all over his sides and ribs, occasionally even finding its way to the impossibly ticklish skin on his stomach. Scrunching up his face and pressing his mouth tightly shut to keep from making any sound, the doctor lost all control over his movements, yanking hard at the ropes, his torso frantically arching and bucking against Chapels thigh to escape the intense tickling.

McCoy was just about to lose it, when Chapel finally noticed his distress and immediately stepped back. This time, however, a slow grin spread across her face as she straightened the skirt of her dress down once again, and McCoy could tell the exact moment she finally realised the true nature of his predicament. He didn’t like the way her eyes lit up at the discovery at all.

“I’m sorry, Doctor,” the nurse laughed, “I didn’t realise I was tickling you. You should have just said!”

Hearing her say the t-word nearly undid him.

“You just startled me,” he snapped, trying to get his expression and his breathing back under control, because there was no way he was going to admit his weakness. “Now get on with it, Christine. Please. I’ve really got better things to do than lie around here.”

“All right,” she smiled, “but if I’m ever to untie this knot, you’d better stop yanking at the ropes.”

“Just don’t take so damn long then,” he growled, hating how much she suddenly seemed to enjoy this.

Chapel turned her attention, and her hands, back to the ropes, and, naturally, it didn’t take long for the cursed tickling to recommence. More gasps and undignified moans escaped him, as he desperately tried to suppress his laughter. But in the end, it got so intense, that he simply couldn’t keep from bucking anymore, and was helpless to stop the yanking.

“Oh, come on, Doctor, don’t be a baby,” Chapel scolded, unashamedly enjoying this. “We’re never getting anywhere unless you manage to hold still for a minute.”

He couldn’t hold still, of course, thus making the nurse’s task impossible. When the tickling wouldn’t stop, and got so bad that he just couldn’t take another second of it, he ground out an embarrassing "Stohohop!" from between gritted teeth, a whole bunch of helpless giggles escaping along with the word, and he knew that he’d just said goodbye to his dignity.

If only he’d known that Chapel had just been about to take mercy on him and stop, anyway.

Instantly dropping her hands to her sides and stepping away from the bed, the nurse scrutinised him, probably trying to gauge how ticklish he really was. Or maybe already seeking out future tickle targets. Still twitching from residual tickles, McCoy knew he was probably looking a mess by now, sweating and flushed from exertion and embarrassment.

“So, what’s it going to be?” Chapel finally asked, a wicked glint in her eyes, and an animated pink hue to her own cheeks.

He’d never seen his head nurse like this before. So flustered. She was usually so calm and restrained. But, damn, did she look hot. He sure hated the tickling, but he certainly wouldn’t mind her doing other things to him.

“Can you handle my dress on your tummy a little longer, or do you want to stay tied to the biobed?”

Uh! McCoy cringed. The cheek of her! That woman could tickle him even with her words.

“Just give me a break, will you?” he panted, and for a horrible moment thought she was going to drill her fingers right into his exposed armpits.

Instead she just smirked.

“That bad, eh? You could have just told me that you’re ticklish.”

McCoy felt himself blushing furiously at her words. Lying here, almost naked and bound like this, completely exposed and vulnerable to anyone’s touch, was a complete nightmare in itself. But Chapel calling him out on his ticklishness tripled his embarrassment.

The doctor was just wondering if the kind and gentle nurse had a secret mischievous streak to her after all, when she suddenly reached out and dragged a single, devious finger down his ribs, her nail unbearably lightly scratching his skin.

Eeeeeeeeeeeek!

A most undignified squeal burst out of him at the excruciating touch, and he surely would have hit the ceiling, hadn’t he been tied down.

“Not ticklish, eh?” Chapel grinned evilly, and when he didn’t – couldn’t – answer, she repeated the vile one-finger treatment, this time fiendishly trailing her pointy nail across his stomach.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Another anguished shriek escaped the doctor. He hadn’t even recovered from her first attack! All he could do was buck and arch his back like crazy in a futile attempt to escape her vicious finger.

“Oh my, this is adorable!” Chapel giggled, not even trying to hide how much she enjoyed his predicament anymore, “you’ve really got it bad, haven’t you?”

“Just stop startling me!” McCoy shouted, getting really riled up now.

He hated it when people thought his ticklishness was cute.

“All right, I’m not startling you now, see? I’m giving you a heads-up,” she grinned, teasingly wiggling the fingers of both her hands above his belly.

“Don’t!” he bellowed, eyes bulging and trying to suck in his stomach.

His belly was insanely ticklish. He’d surely die, if she started to tickle him there in earnest.

“Why not?” she asked mischievously, wiggling her fingers even closer to his skin. “Because you’re ticklish?”

Oh, God, the teasing made it so much worse!

“Because I don’t like being touched there!” he exclaimed, clutching at straws and desperately trying to yank his hands free to protect himself.

“Okay,” she looked thoughtful, “So, if you’re not ticklish, this won’t be a problem.”

She dropped her hands even lower, her fingers almost touching his severely ticklish stomach now, and McCoy was getting really frantic.

“Don’t, Christine, I’m warning you,” he ground out between gritted teeth, trying hard not to move for fear of inadvertently brushing against her fingers.

“Are you now?” she asked, quite obviously getting a kick out of seeing the ship’s CMO so acutely afraid of being tickled.

They just stared at each other for several long moments, Chapel’s wicked grin getting ever wider while McCoy’s ticklish anticipation nearly killed him, until she finally started to viciously scrabble her fingernails all over his tautly stretched stomach and ribs.

His reaction was instant and violent, and he couldn’t believe that his restraints still held, as he threw back his head and thrashed and twisted around wildly, hearing his own booming laughter filling the room.

Ahahahahaha! Stohohohohohop! Ahahahahaha! Chrihihihihihihistihihihihihihihine! Plehehhehehehaheahahse!

Chapel kept up the tickling for only a few seconds, albeit excruciatingly, unbearably long seconds, during which he tried to beg her to stop through his helpless laughter. But even when she’d taken her hands off again to let him catch his breath, she kept gazing at him, completely mesmerised.

She seemed downright amazed by the intense reaction even just the lightest scribbling of her fingers had provoked. McCoy briefly wondered if Christine was ticklish, too, but judging from the way she stared at him in wonder, she’d probably never encountered anyone even close to as ticklish as her boss.

“What was that, Doctor?” she had the nerve to ask, feigning surprise, when McCoy’s breathing had finally calmed down again. “Can’t handle a little tickle?”

God, the teasing made his humiliation complete.

Still twitching and panting from the agonising tickling he’d just endured on his sensitive belly, McCoy squeezed his eyes shut, and his heart sank when he heard Chapel quickly crossing the room to shut the door and engage the privacy lock. He could almost hear her thinking how this whole scenario was just too good to pass up. With her savagely ticklish boss, naked and tied up in front of her, she probably couldn’t resist exploring some more.

The doctor suddenly remembered that this room was soundproof, and didn’t know whether to be grateful for or scared by that fact. If Chapel started to really destroy him, and nobody could hear him howl and scream with laughter, he was certainly done for. But if she got bored or took mercy on him soon, he’d rather not have the whole ship hear his demented laughter and find out about their CMO’s crucifying ticklishness.

With his eyes still closed, McCoy didn’t see the nurse’s devilish hands descend on him once more, and was completely taken by surprise, when she suddenly tore straight into his armpits.

OOOOHAHAH! he screeched, his eyes flying wide open, as her fingers started to madly poke and scratch his helpless hollows. Within moments, he fell into uncontrollable laughter again, shaking his head from side to side, and arching and twisting his body as much as his restraints would allow.

AHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOTHEHEHEHEHRE! NOHOHOHOHOHOTHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHRE! STOHOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHSE! CHRIHIHIHIHISTIHIHIHIHINE! IHIHIHICAHAHAHAHNT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! TAHAHAHAHKEHEHEHEHEIHIHIHIT! AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOMOHOHOHOHORE! TOOHOOHOOHOOMUHUHUHUHUCH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

McCoy was in tickle hell, screaming and laughing himself hoarse. His belly was definitely a weak spot, but his armpits were lethal. And now Chapel knew it, too. This was exactly what he’d been dreading from the moment the alien had tied his arms above his head. Only so much worse.

Chapels deft nurse’s fingers were absolutely wrecking him. And even though it killed him to admit how much this was getting to him, and he could hardly get the words out through his cackling anyway, the doctor couldn’t help begging and crying out how, and especially where, he couldn’t take it.

He thought he was going to die from the terrible assault, but just like earlier on his belly, Chapel stopped after a few seconds. When she took her fingers away from his sensitive pits, he sagged back onto the bed, panting so hard he was almost coughing, sweat dripping off his forehead, and tears streaming down his cheeks. And all of that after only a few seconds of armpit tickling. He was really pathetic.

But it couldn’t get any worse than this, could it?

At least Chapel was granting him breaks to catch his breath. Come to think of it, no one ever before had ever stopped after so short a time. People usually went into a veritable tickling frenzy, once they discovered his weakness. Jim certainly would have gone on to devastate him. But Chapel was still the same, kind woman. She really just wanted to have a little fun, not torture him. Christine actually seemed to get that he could only take so much.

Then something strange happened. It was almost like a switch had been flipped in his mind. He felt himself growing hard, his erection twitching inside his boxers, a puddle of lust pooling inside his belly at the thought of her tickling fingers.

McCoy was a man in charge. Tense and anxious, yet confident in a highly responsible job. He certainly didn’t take shit from anyone. And yet, suddenly being so out of control, completely at the mercy of this gorgeous woman, was turning him on beyond belief.

“So, the rumours are really true,” Chapel broke into his thoughts, grinning mischievously, and tilting her head to look straight at him.

Almost more embarrassed by his sudden arousal than his ticklishness, McCoy glowered at her from half-closed eyes.

“What rumours,” he asked, trying to sound disinterested.

“Oh, about one of Starfleet’s CMOs possibly being the most ticklish person in the galaxy,” she replied, and he could only imagine the deep shade of red creeping up his neck and onto his face, as he started to anxiously pull at his restraints again.

The words sent chills down his spine. Did people really know? What if word got around on the Enterprise? He suddenly had this vision of Starfleet officials looking up his file and smirking when they found Dr. McCoy’s extraordinary ticklishness explicitly mentioned there.

He wracked his brains to think of anyone who’d found out about his cursed sensitivity since he’d joined Starfleet. Not even Nancy had known. She might have had her suspicions, of course, but having learned the lesson from his marriage, somehow the doctor had always managed to keep this particular weakness from her.

“I’ve never given it much thought, to be honest,” Chapel continued, and McCoy genuinely hoped she was just making all of this up to tease him. “And I certainly couldn’t imagine anyone being as excruciatingly, horribly, deathly ticklish as people are gossiping about. I was sure the stories were highly exaggerated, and it certainly never occurred to me that they were about you. But, my God, they are!”

God, this was so humiliating. The doctor felt hot and cold shivers alternating down his spine. The words were pouring out of her now, and she seemed to enjoy herself immensely, embarrassing him like that. Why was this woman affecting him so much? He could feel his erection straining against his boxers and almost wished to feel her hands on him again. She wasn’t trying to hurt him, it was only tickling after all, wasn’t it?

Shuffling around on the bed, he tried to get his arousal under control. If only she would touch him there!

“All right, Christine,” McCoy finally said, “you win. I’m ticklish. There, I said it. You’ve had your fun, now untie me.”

“Oh, Leonard,” she grinned, “That’s what I wanted to do in the first place, remember? Only I couldn’t. Because someone was too ticklish to keep still. But I’ll happily try again. Ready?”

Oh God, not that devilish skirt again!

Chapel stepped closer to his side and reached up again to untie the ropes, and, of course, with his defences now completely down, McCoy immediately erupted into ticklish laughter the moment her dress skittered over his skin again. He writhed and thrashed uncontrollably, yanking furiously at the ropes, as her skirt tickled him much more intensely than before, not just teasing his ribs and sides this time, but somehow getting his hellishly ticklish stomach as least as good.

Once again, the doctor was lost in ticklish agony, as peals after peals of forced laughter burst from his wide-open mouth.

Aaaaaaaaaaahahahah! Oooooooohohohohoho! Aaaaaaaaahahahah! Ihihitihihihcklehehes! Sohohohomuhuhuhuch! AhaHAHAhah! Sohohohobahahahahad! Ihihihihcahahahahant! Nohohohohohmohohohore! IhihihihihitihihihihihcklehehehesTOOOOhoohoohoomuhuhuch! Ihihihicahahahntahahahkeihihiht! Uh! UH! AAAAAhahahahahaha! Ahahahahaaaaaaaaha! Ihihihihcahahahahantahahahahahkeihihihihihtahahahahanyhyhyhyhymohohohohohore! CHRIHIHIHIHISTIHIHIHIHIHNE! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE! STOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOP!

And she did. Thank God, she did. Just one more second of this diabolical tickling would surely have been the end of him.

Taking a step back, Chapel looked at him, her eyes twinkling with obvious glee as she regarded the skittish mess he was, still twitching and giggling even long after she’d removed the hem of her skirt from his ticklish skin.

But the nurse wasn’t the only one who’d discovered a secret today. So had McCoy. When Chapel had been standing so close to him, making him roar with tormented laughter, her skirt more than probably not accidentally tickling him so much worse than before, he’d recognised, even through his tears of ticklish laughter, an unmistakably wet stain between her legs. Surprising proof of how tremendously turned on she was by this whole tickling business.

“This is useless, Doctor,” she smirked, and he was hardly listening, so absorbed was he in mulling over this unexpected turn of events while trying to shake the lingering tickles off his sensitive skin. “Can you try to keep still for half a minute at least? That should be enough.”

McCoy just shook his head, totally debilitated. With his level of ticklishness, he clearly wouldn’t be able to hold still for half a second. They both knew it.

“I could get Scotty and some guys from engineering,” she suggested, grinning wickedly, “but I’m not sure if they could do it without touching you.”

“Just cut the ropes, Christine,” he pleaded, when he’d calmed down enough to speak again, his voice hoarse from laughing and screaming, and panicking at the mere thought of anyone else coming near him while he was still being so vulnerably exposed. “I really can’t take any more tickling. You have no idea how bad this is.”

“Leonard, I’ve barely touched you. This is called having a little fun. We’re talking about tickling here, not torture.”

“It sure is torture to me, Christine,” he needed her to understand. “Why do you think I don’t want people to know? Apart from being embarrassed about it. I mean, come on. Is there anything more humiliating for a man of my age and in my position than being so ridiculously ticklish? You’re the kindest woman I know, and a nurse to boot. And even you’re getting your kicks out of reducing me to a giggling mess.”

She was silent for a minute, contemplating his words. It was clear that she didn’t mean to hurt or torture him, but had a hard time imagining that anyone could really be so savagely ticklish. And apparently finding it an incredible turn-on, she would probably not want to stop the fun just yet. But seeing as she’d always stopped the tickling as soon as he’d begged her to, McCoy was hopeful that she would at least continue to respect his limits.

“Oh come on, Leonard, now you’re exaggerating. No one’s that ticklish,” she said, suggestively swaying her hips from side to side and probably not even aware of it, but making his hard-on strain painfully against his underwear.

“I am,” he sighed, surprised to find himself suddenly almost enjoying sharing this information rather than feeling embarrassed by it. “Always have been. I can’t help it, I’m completely helpless to fight it.”

It was almost like dirty talk. He enjoyed that. Tickle talk. He could do that, too, if it was to turn on a hot, beautiful woman.

“I still think laughing is healthy,” Chapel smiled, oblivious to his lustful thoughts. “And as uptight and tightly wound as you always are, you could certainly do with a good laugh.”

She might even have a point there, McCoy thought wryly.

Then, taking a step closer, she beamed, as an idea hit her.

“Maybe that’s it! Maybe you’d be less ticklish, if you were a bit more relaxed!”

And totally ignoring his horrified look, she put her hands to his ribs on either side, just below his armpits, and clawed at them. Once. It was awful. Evil. Unbearable. Exciting.

McCoy went through the roof, or would have, if he hadn’t been restrained, and let out the highest-pitched squeal ever to be heard in sickbay.

EEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!

“See? Much too jumpy,” Chapel grinned.

It had only been the shortest of tickles, but totally made up for the lack of duration in intensity. He had completely forgotten about this heinously ticklish spot that Jocelyn would viciously exploit to tickle the shit out of him, and it took him almost a minute to catch his breath and stop the giggles again.

“Please Christine, no more. It’s not funny.”

He really didn’t think he could endure any more tickling.

“But it is,” she giggled, “you should have seen yourself jump.”

McCoy just looked at her.

“Okay, only a little funny,” she relented, then got curious. “What did the alien do to you, anyway? Why did he strip you off your clothes? Just imagine he’d discovered your weakness!”

“Don’t even say it,” the doctor still shuddered at the idea. “I haven’t been thinking about anything else the whole time I’ve been lying here, believe me. I certainly couldn’t think of a more vulnerable position to be put in than this. All my worst spots completely exposed.”

“Talking about worst spots,” Chapel jumped at the chance. “Anything worse than what I’ve already discovered?”

“I’m certainly not telling you,” McCoy scowled. “You’re turning out quite the sadist.”

“Knees? Thighs?” she prompted, watching his face closely for giveaways and he tried hard not to clench his teeth.

She’d just nailed two of his worst spots, and judging from her face, she knew it, too.

“Mhm! Your back, as well, maybe?”

His eyes involuntarily widened at the mention. There were more tickle spots on his back than he could count. He couldn’t even get massages, no matter how much people insisted on them being relaxing. He’d tried, but ended up far more tense after the ‘relaxing’ treatment than before. He’d spent the entire time just writhing under the torturous touches, trying to stifle his laughter and keep his most sensitive spots out of reach.

“Aha!” she grinned, quite obviously having caught on to his back being another deliciously ticklish target area. “Oooh, your neck! What about your neck?”

McCoy’s eyes grew even wider, and he couldn’t suppress a reflexive shudder. Even a fly crawling across his neck could devastate him. He clearly recalled a gruesome incident still at the Academy, when this little bug had got trapped inside his collar during a ceremony. It hadn’t been pretty.

How did Chapel do that? Singling out all his death spots. Or maybe he just had too many of them?

“Your neck, then, huh? Even worse than your armpits?”

She didn’t really expect an answer, did she? He just hoped she wasn’t going to try and find out now. He’d been tickled enough for one day. There was only so much tickling he could take.

“I’ll make you a deal, Leonard,” she suddenly suggested, trying to sound all business while her dilated pupils told him exactly how whatever she was going to offer aroused her. “I still think you need a good laugh, so you let me explore one more spot, and your secret will be safe with me.”

He couldn’t believe she was practically blackmailing him.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“A little.”

God, was that naughty grin hot. And that sass!

He just couldn’t let her tickle him any more today. He might die from sensual overload. Either from her nimble fingers targeting his most horrendous spots and afflicting such devastating tickling, or from the unbearable, ever-growing erection in his pants, that desperately needed attention. If his hands weren’t bound, he probably couldn’t keep from jacking off right here and now.

“I’m not really in a position to do anything about it, am I?” the doctor said defeatedly, referring not only to the deal she’d offered. “So, get it over with, and then let me go. I wouldn’t want to have to mention this in my report.”

“What would you write in there, anyway, Leonard? ‘I’m devastatingly ticklish, and Nurse Chapel took advantage of that’?” she laughed. “Or ‘my head nurse tickled me silly’? I thought you didn’t want anybody to know your secret?”

“You’re evil Christine,” he sighed, resigning to his fate and bracing himself for her attack, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching up his shoulders to protect his neck as far as he could with his arms still stretched out over his head.

As it turned out, Chapel didn’t attack his neck at all, but unexpectedly whirled around, coming to stand at the end of the bed, and devilishly raked all five fingers of each hand over the bare soles of his feet.

Somehow McCoy had completely forgotten about his feet. The same feet that were currently bare and so tightly strapped to the bed that he could hardly scrunch up his toes. The same feet that not simply were his worst spot, but contained at least ten of those, ranging from unbearably to atrociously, unendurably, heinously, please-just-kill-me-already ticklish. The same feet that not even Jocelyn had dared to touch, for fear of accidentally killing him.

McCoy went completely berserk. The level of ticklishness on the soles of his feet surely went beyond the scope of everything. Compared to the tickle hell he was experiencing right now, the armpit tickling had been enjoyable.

The whole bed was shaking from the force of his thrashing and arching, as he desperately tried to escape Chapel’s evil fingers, and he practically exploded into agonised, ticklish laughter that was by no standards any kind of gleeful, happy laughter any more, but was cruelly, viciously forced out of him.

AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! OOOOOOHOHOHOHO! CHRCHRCHRCHR! CHRCHRCHRCHR! HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

This was pure suffering, unadulterated torture, and his only hope was that Christine would realise that he was already way past his limits and stop. His ordeal was rendering him unable to even beg anymore. Because once his feet were tickled, there was no way the doctor could form even a single word through the gales of hysterical laughter.

HAHOHAHOHAHOHEEEEEEE! OOOOOOOHOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAARGH! HARHARHARHARHARHAAAAAAAAAAR! HOHOHOOOOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! HA! HA! HA! CHRCHRCHRCHR! HAHAHA! HOOOOO! HA! HOHO! HOHO! HEHEHEHEHEHE! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA! HAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HOOOOOOOOOO! HEEEEEEEE! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HA! HA! HE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

When Chapel dropped her hands from McCoy’s feet after what felt an eternity, but had probably only been seconds again, he just couldn’t stop laughing and squirming. His eyes squeezed tightly shut, his hair and tear-streaked face damp with sweat, he kept arching his back and twitching his feet long after her fingers had stopped their fiendish scribbling and scratching.

Never in his life had he felt so helpless and exposed, and yet, at the same time so aroused that McCoy was afraid he might just come in his pants without even touching his member. Blinking away his tears of laughter, it didn’t help to see Chapel standing there with half-closed eyes, sensually licking her lips and repeatedly pulling her hand back from reaching between her legs.

The thought that she felt the same aching need as he did, and could hardly keep from touching herself anymore, desperately wanting to slide her hand underneath her skirt and into her panties, almost sent him over the edge.

He’d been so angry when she’d first started to tickle him. Anxious and scared, because he’d always hated being tickled, always felt so humiliated by it. But being so completely at Christine’s mercy had not just excited the hell out of him, it had also been extremely liberating. And now, seeing this woman he’d been lusting after for months so incredibly turned on by it, he felt great.

When McCoy had finally stopped gasping and giggling, and had generally calmed down again, Chapel snapped out of her almost trancelike state to meet his eyes, and he couldn’t help grinning at her.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how wet your panties are, nurse,” he drawled, enjoying to be the one doing the teasing now, “and I might even be prepared to do something about it. But I’ll need you to help me out first. I’ve definitely earned it, don’t you think?”

The doctor felt almost giddy at the thought of what she might still do to him, and then, just to be on the safe side, added as an afterthought, “Oh, and never, ever touch my feet again!”

And as Chapel’s gaze fell on the enormous tent in his boxer shorts, a wide grin started to spread across her face, too.

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So, where do they go from here? If you want to know, read:

A Shared Kink (Chapel’s POV) and How (Not) to Tickle Your Boyfriend (McCoy’s POV)

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Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing of Star Trek

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Generations - Part 2

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Kirk followed Commander Riker into a spacious conference room. The whole far wall was nothing but windows looking out on open space. Captain Picard was already seated at the table in front of them, deep in conversation with a woman on the viewscreen who must have been Admiral Brackett. He waved Kirk over to the chair next to him, Riker sat on the other side of the table, across from Picard, and Data, La Forge, and Worf filled in around the table.

“Doctor Crusher and Counselor Troi are busy with their patients. They said they’ll be here as soon as they can,” Riker reported, with a look that suggested he didn’t expect them to show at all.

“Understood,” Picard said.

When that was taken care of, the admiral turned to Kirk with a smile. “Captain Kirk, on behalf of Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets, welcome back.”

“Thank you,” Kirk said.

"We look forward to your arrival on Earth." Finally, she got around to the point - "Frankly, you've returned at just the right time. A lot of our fleet was recently destroyed by a new threat, the Borg. We've lost a lot of our best officers and could use a man with your experience at the helm. You would have your choice of ship-"

Kirk raised a hand for silence. "I'm honored, but I retired eighty years ago."

"Captain," she insisted, "Please reconsider. Think of the difference you could make.”

Kirk shot a glare at Picard - those were Kirk’s own words she was using against him; that was how Picard had convinced him to give up the illusion in the Nexus and return to fight Soran.

“Is there anything we could do to convince you?” the admiral pressed.

Kirk had no intention of coming out of retirement, as much as the idea of commanding another starship appealed to him, but he saw his opening and took it. “Can you arrange for Ambassador Spock to meet me on Earth?”

Her eyes narrowed in surprise. “Ambassador Spock?”

“He was my First Officer.”

“The situation with the ambassador is a little more complicated-” she attempted.

“Please, just let him know that I’m back - he’ll find a way.”

“With all due respect, it’s been a long time.” She hesitated. “He’s quite dedicated to his current mission.”

Kirk could feel everyone’s eyes on him, but still he insisted, “I don’t have to see him, just let him know I’m alive.”

“Admiral,” Data spoke up, “Captain Kirk may be able to convince Ambassador Spock to return to Earth. According to their records, they are married.”

The admiral turned to Kirk for confirmation and he nodded with a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry, Captain,” the admiral said at last, “Ambassador Spock has been out of contact for three years now.”

“Can I at least know what’s going on?” Kirk demanded.

The admiral nodded.

Picard volunteered - “I can fill him in.”

Kirk barely heard the rest of the meeting. Instead, he stared out the windows that made up the far wall, letting his mind wander through the stars as the others discussed the logistics of transferring an entire crew from one starship to another - it seemed an Enterprise-E was already under construction. He tried not to think about what could have happened to Spock.

Finally, the others filtered out of the conference room, leaving Kirk and Picard alone.

“Jim” - Picard hesitated - “Ambassador Spock is on Romulus.”

Kirk tore his eyes away from the windows and glanced at Picard. “I take it they haven’t become our allies in the past eighty years?”

“No, if anything our relations with the Romulans have gotten worse. They feel threatened by our alliance with the Klingons and have been doing everything in their power to put an end to it.”

Kirk braced himself for the worst and demanded, a little more sharply than necessary, “What happened to Spock?”

Picard sighed. “He’s been on Romulus for the past three years, attempting to educate the Romulan people in Vulcan ways and promote the reunification of Vulcan and Romulus. The assumption is that no news is good news - he’s well known as a Federation ambassador, and we assume the Romulans would make some noise if they had him, but the truth is we don’t know.”

Kirk just shook his head. Reunifying Vulcan and Romulus sounded like a crazy idea, even for Spock who had been in favor of peace with the Klingons before anyone else. But then again, there was a certain logic to it, not just trying to bring peace between Romulus and the Federation, but also trying to force the Vulcans to open up in the process. Either way, Kirk knew what he had to do.

“He’s not supposed to be there?” Kirk confirmed.

“No, in fact, at first we thought he might have defected to the Romulans” - Picard saw Kirk’s expression and clarified, “Not that we really believed he would defect, but he vanished one day, and was spotted on Romulus the next. Mr. Data and I were sent to sort it out and retrieve him.”

Kirk’s face lit up. “You met him?”

Picard smiled a little. “As a matter of fact, I did. He was remarkably stubborn.”

Kirk grinned and nodded in agreement. More seriously, he asked, “How was he?” He could only hope Spock wasn’t suffering from a broken bond.

“He seemed fine when I was there,” Picard answered, unsurprisingly oblivious to the real weight behind Kirk’s question, “But he hadn’t been on Romulus for very long. He was living underground, in a network of caves under a town, but I don’t think he stayed put. I doubt it’s gotten any easier since we left. He went when he did because he was invited by a friend of his, who he met at the Khitomer Conference, but it was a trap. We escaped - mostly thanks to Ambassador Spock.”

Kirk nodded. “He’s very efficient.”

“It’s easy to forget he was once a Starfleet captain, but he plainly hasn’t.”

“He was like that as a first officer too - the best one in the fleet.” Kirk couldn’t help but smile.

“His reputation as an ambassador is the same, and despite the troubles we encountered, he had amassed quite a following already. His students were quite devoted to him.”

“He has that effect on people.”

Picard looked unconvinced, but acknowledged, “He’s dedicated to his cause, I can give him that. I tried to convince him to return to the Federation, maybe I didn’t try hard enough, but he wouldn’t budge, even after being caught by the Romulan Security Forces.”

“He wouldn’t. I doubt I could convince him to leave...” Kirk trailed off.

After a moment’s pause, Picard carefully remarked, “When I saw him, he mentioned that he still feels responsible for the time you spent on Rura Penthe. He said he went to Romulus alone because he didn’t want to risk anyone else’s life.” He gave Kirk a pointed look, as though he could see through Kirk’s nascent plans.

Kirk shook his head. Of course Spock still felt guilty for it after all these years. “I’m to blame for worse.”

Picard hesitated. “Sometimes it feels like we give up too much in the name of duty.”

Kirk leaned back with a sigh. “I don’t know.” He still wanted so badly to be back in that chair, even for all it had cost him.

After a long silence, Picard spoke up, “Jim, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but if you and the ambassador are married, you should know; Sarek died not long after Ambassador Spock left for Romulus.”

“Does Spock know?”

“Yes, I had a chance to tell him while I was on Romulus.”

Kirk nodded. “I’m sure his death is a great loss to the Federation.”

Delicately, Picard attempted, “I know he and Ambassador Spock had a difficult relationship.”

“To say the least,” Kirk couldn’t help but add.

Picard hesitated. “I shared a small bond with Sarek. He cared for Spock, in his way.”

Kirk frowned. “Maybe, but that doesn’t make him a good father.”

“The last thing he said to me before I left - before he died - was that he wanted me to tell Spock that he loved him. I know they argued, but perhaps that was merely how they communicated.”

Kirk glanced away to look out on the stars. Finally, he returned his gaze to Picard, his mind made up. “Sarek married a human woman and then punished their son for being too emotional - too human. It took Spock’s death for Sarek to finally accept him.” Despite Kirk’s efforts to keep his voice even, it shook a little with emotion.

“He saw his son die,” Picard protested. “It almost destroyed him.”

Kirk’s eyes widened as he realized what Picard had seen. He cut off Picard with a shake of his head. “Sarek wasn’t there.”

“But I saw-”

Kirk shook his head again. “I melded with Sarek and showed him what happened.”

“That was…” Picard trailed off in realization. “Jim, I’m sorry.”

Kirk waved it off with a weak attempt at a smile. “It was a long time ago. Spock is fine now.”

“You wouldn’t know that he’s over a hundred by looking at him.”

Kirk’s smile grew a little stronger, though some dampness lingered under his eyes. “Thank you, Captain.” He forced himself to his feet.

Picard followed suit. “You can call me Jean-Luc.”

“Thank you, Jean-Luc,” Kirk corrected himself. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

Picard hesitated. “If you want to talk, you’re more than welcome.”

Kirk nodded in understanding. “I have a lot of questions about the Enterprise-D, but we should save something to talk about for next time.”

“I can show you to your quarters,” Picard offered and led the way out of the conference room.

Kirk tossed and turned in a bed that was much too soft for a cot on a starship. He didn’t really want to get comfortable, there was too much on his mind, too much weighing on him. Finally, he threw off the sheets, changed into a clean uniform, and strode out into the hall. It was quieter now, though he still passed a few officers hurrying to and fro. Some attempted to greet him, but he waved them off. The computer terminal, that ran along the walls in a black band, guided him up to the observation deck at the top of the saucer.

The observation deck was thankfully empty - there were a lot more places on the ship where people could go to savor the experience of being in outer space. A whole wall and part of the ceiling were paned with transparent aluminum, through which he could see the stars shifting around him as they passed at warp.

He had glanced at a star chart, they weren’t too far from Romulan space. If he peered in the right direction, he may have even been able to see some of the stars in the Neutral Zone. All he needed was a ship to take him there, and the admiral had been all too willing to give him one. But he couldn’t risk a crew on a personal mission.

Maybe she would be willing to strike a deal; he would come out of retirement, but first he needed a small ship to take him to Romulus. He didn’t actually expect to return, they were both too stubborn - Spock wouldn’t leave and Kirk refused to leave him there alone. It wasn’t the cleanest way to get what he wanted, but he only had so many options.

“The famous Captain Kirk,” a woman declared from behind him, jarring him out of his thoughts. “You look like a man who has a lot on his mind. Want to talk about it?”

Kirk turned to face her - it was the woman from the bar in the brightly colored dress, with those piercing eyes. “You have me at a disadvantage,” he said with a smile.

“I’m Guinan,” she said, very matter-of-fact, almost like the Klingon. “The Enterprise-B rescued me from the Nexus when you fell in. I never got a chance to thank you for saving us - not that any of us were very grateful at the time.”

As much as she looked it, she couldn’t have been human if she’d really lived that long, but Kirk supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. “I just did what I could,” he deflected.

Guinan nodded sagely. “The Nexus is a dangerous place - I would know. But keeping it all cooped up inside you just makes it worse.”

His eyes narrowed in confusion. “I wasn’t there for very long - at least it didn’t feel like it. It didn’t leave much of an impression,” he said with a shrug.

“Really? Then there must be something else that has you staring out into space in the middle of the night,” she challenged, clearly skeptical.

He glanced back out at the stars. “Just thinking about an old friend.”

She stepped over to him, so they could look out the window side by side. “Tell me about this friend of yours.”

Kirk smiled a little at that. He didn’t even know where to begin. At last, he said, “He’s stubborn and throws himself into danger without a thought for his own safety, but he would never let anyone else get hurt in his place.”

“It sounds like he gives his friends a lot to worry about.”

Kirk nodded.

��But you don’t seem like a man who would just sit around and worry. What’s the plan?” Guinan asked, almost conspiratorially.

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Kirk evaded the question with a smile.

“You can’t just leave him in danger, can you?”

Kirk sighed. “I don’t know if he is in any immediate danger,” he admitted.

“And if he was, you’d be able to get him out of it all on your own,” Guinan said sarcastically.

“I’d figure something out,” Kirk insisted.

“And then what? You’d lock him away to protect him from everything else in the galaxy?”

Kirk glared at her. “At least I’d be there.”

Guinan answered with a look of disbelief, “You’ll just follow him around?”

“Why not? That’s what he did for me for ten years, maybe it’s my turn.” With that, Kirk turned back toward the window.

Guinan clearly wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t argue any further. Instead, she let Kirk ruminate in silence for a little while, though he didn’t get far, still tense from their debate and ready for a fight.

Finally, Guinan spoke up once more - to Kirk’s surprise, the prodding tone was gone, replaced by something more reflective - “You know, sometimes I get feelings about things, how they’re supposed to be, like if there’s been some change in the timeline. I get a feeling like that about you; I don’t think we were ever supposed to meet. You were supposed to die on that planet and that was to be the end of it. But I think this way is better. I don’t think much else has changed and I’m glad I got to meet you, Captain.”

Kirk wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he answered with a wry smile all the same, “I’m glad I got to meet you too.”

They shook hands and Guinan left him alone in the observation deck at last.

A chime sounded at the door to Kirk’s quarters. It slid open on his command to reveal Counselor Troi.

“May I come in?” she asked.

“Sure,” Kirk welcomed her with a wave.

He was already seated at the desk and she brought over a chair to join him.

Once Troi was situated, she asked, “How are you feeling?”

He gave her a skeptical look and answered with a shrug - she could sense some purposeful evasion. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. I wanted to see how you’re doing.” Carefully, Troi said, “I am aware that Ambassador Spock is on Romulus.”

All that elicited was a sharp nod.

She tried again, “I can sense that you are feeling determined. Is there something you intend to do?”

He gave her a wry smile. “I’m always looking for an alternative solution.”

“Have you found one?”

“Aside from going to Romulus?”

It seemed she needed to take a more direct route. “I understand that you are in a very difficult situation, but avoiding your feelings is not the solution.”

Kirk reflected some of her irritation, though a bit of a smile remained to lighten the tone. “What do you want me to say? Of course I’m worried about him.” Before she could ask a follow-up question, he changed the topic entirely - “How precise are your empathic abilities?”

“I can tell you’re still trying to evade my questions.”

“It’s a useful ability, not just for counseling,” he pressed. “Can you sense the feelings of someone on another ship or on the surface of a planet?”

“Yes, it has come in handy in some diplomatic situations, but I am primarily a counselor.”

“I see that.”

She stopped herself short of sighing in exasperation. “I understand that you don’t want to talk about Ambassador Spock. What about your experience in the Nexus?”

“Fine, what do you want to know?” Kirk asked dismissively, but she could sense that his defenses had dropped a little.

“Tell me about it.”

“It’s very distant, almost like a dream.” He paused for a moment to search his memory. “The first thing I remember was standing outside a cabin chopping wood. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, though I don’t know why I was doing it - I knew Spock wasn’t there. I don’t know how long I was at it.”

“What influence would your husband’s presence have had on the situation?” she asked for clarification.

Kirk gave her a somewhat sheepish smile. “It was too warm out for me to want a fire for myself, but he likes the dry heat - it makes it feel more like Vulcan.”

“I see,” she said with a smile of her own. “And you said you were in front of a cabin - was it familiar to you?”

He nodded. “It was my uncle’s. I ended up with it after he died, but I wasn’t on Earth enough to use it, so I sold it years ago.”

“So, then what happened in the Nexus?”

“I was still chopping wood when your Captain Picard walked up. And then, I think I smelled something burning and remembered I had left some eggs on the stove, which I was making for a woman who was sleeping upstairs - I think her name was Antonia.”

“Is she someone you know?”

“I don’t think so.” He hesitated. “The strange thing is, while I was there, I was convinced that I almost married her nine years ago, but that instead I left to go back to Starfleet.”

“Did something similar happen nine years ago?”

Kirk shook his head.

“Were you with anyone at the time?”

“Spock and I were already married and I don’t think there was anyone else. It was before our last mission…” He froze.

Very delicately, Troi asked, “What is it?”

“Nine years ago, that was right before Khan - before Spock died. I was still on Earth at the time, if I had stayed and hadn’t gone on that training mission, Khan would have had no reason to go after Spock...” He had almost forgotten anyone else was there.

Troi could feel Kirk’s anguish, it was real even though the ambassador was alive as far as anyone knew. “What happened?” she prompted quietly, as not to intrude on his thoughts.

“Khan wanted revenge,” Kirk answered automatically, lost in memories. “He almost destroyed us, but at the last minute, Spock sacrificed himself to save the ship. I was able to bring him back, but it took a while before he was himself again.”

“I’m sorry.” Troi gently rested a hand on his arm.

Kirk seemed to jolt back to the present. His eyes suddenly fixed on Troi, as they hadn’t through his explanation, as though searching her face for a reaction or some indication of how much he had revealed.

“I sense that you still feel a lot of guilt for what happened,” Troi attempted, but she could tell that his defenses had already returned.

“A captain is responsible for the lives of his crew,” he answered, though his voice was still rough.

“Sometimes even the best captain can’t avert a tragedy.”

He shook his head. “It’s still his responsibility. You’re a doctor, don’t you feel responsible for your patients?”

She held firm - “It is important for a doctor to understand that sometimes there are things outside their control.”

“You sound like a Vulcan,” he accused, but he was almost smiling.

“Their philosophy has its merits.”

He nodded in agreement. “What does Betazoid philosophy have to say on the matter?” he asked - his evasive banter had returned.

“Most Betazoids prefer to embrace their emotions, which is very freeing, but can have negative effects on others. Any philosophy can be harmful if it is taken to extremes.”

Kirk gave her a knowing smile. “You said you’re half-Betazoid?”

“Yes, my mother is a Betazoid, and my father was human.” Troi felt a wave of sympathy in response. She clarified, “I had the opportunity to experience the best of both worlds. What’s your background?” she turned the question back on him.

“All human. I was born in Iowa, but my father was in Starfleet, so I spent a lot of time in the colonies.” A trace of a bad memory seemed to flit through his mind, but it quickly dissipated.

“Tell me about your time in the colonies,” Troi suggested.

Kirk waved it off. “There isn’t much to tell.” His tone was light, but she could sense that his defensiveness had returned.

It didn’t seem immediate enough to pursue, so she returned to her original question, “I don’t think you finished telling me about what happened in the Nexus. You were chopping wood, then Captain Picard arrived, and you realized the eggs you were making for Antonia were burning…” She motioned for him to continue.

He nodded. It took him a moment to regain his train of thought. “It really was like a dream. I think I was standing in the kitchen of my uncle’s cabin with your captain when my old dog, Butler, came in through the front door - I haven’t seen him since I was a kid. And I think there was that clock that I gave to Bones years ago on the wall, and I had the reading glasses that he gave me” - Troi felt a flash of Kirk’s regret and grief over Spock’s death, and then it was gone.

“Jean-Luc was trying to explain what was going on,” Kirk continued as though nothing had happened, “But I wasn’t listening - I was too busy preparing breakfast for Antonia. I think I even heard her voice, but when I stepped into the bedroom, I suddenly found myself in my uncle’s barn. I took out one of the horses, I think I was going to meet Antonia, but I’m not sure. I rode down the trail that I usually take, jumped over the ravine, and I think that’s when I realized it wasn’t real - I wasn’t afraid of the jump. That’s where Jean-Luc caught up to me and finally convinced me to go with him and stop Soran.”

“Why do you think the Nexus showed you that in particular?”

He shrugged. "It's the perfect retirement," he said, but she could tell he didn't really believe it.

"Perfect for you?"

"Maybe there's no such thing.”

"Why did you retire?"

"It was time," he said, but there was a lot of reluctance to it.

"You know, you're no older than Captain Picard.”

"Give or take eighty years,” he retorted.

“You don’t look over sixty to me.”

“You flatter me, doctor,” he said with a wry smile.

She gave him a look. More seriously, she said, “I think we made a lot of progress. Is it alright if I drop by again tomorrow?”

“Fine,” he said with a wave.

Kirk showed Counselor Troi to the door. It slid shut behind her and he was left alone in his quarters once more. He let out a sigh in an attempt to relieve some of the tension from the interview. The room suddenly seemed much too big for one man - it was bigger than his quarters had been on any of the ships he had commanded.

He glanced back at his desk - he could resume going over his plans for going to Romulus, but there was only so much that could be prepared in advance. Instead, he decided to follow the counselor’s example, and stepped out into the corridor himself. He ambled almost aimlessly, tracing his way through another unfamiliar starship - he had to remind himself that this one was not his.

He meandered down to the engines, passing officers and civilians alike, but no one that he recognized. Finally, he arrived in engineering and spotted Data standing at one of the terminals. Kirk strolled over to the android and peered at the screen over his shoulder, though he made sure to leave a comfortable distance between them.

Data turned to face him. “Is there something you require, Jim?”

Kirk smiled. “What are you working on there?”

“Monitoring the warp engine relay,” Data answered promptly.

“Is there something wrong with it?” Kirk asked. He attempted to decipher the schematic on the screen, but it made about as much sense as what Data had said.

“No, it is functioning within normal parameters. I am merely performing a routine check.”

“I don’t mean to distract you.”

“Very well,” Data said and returned to his work without a second glance.

Kirk grinned at the response. He waited for Data to notice he was still there.

“Captain Kirk!” La Forge exclaimed from the other end of the room, near the warp core. He strode over to join them.

“How are the engines?” Kirk asked.

“They ought to be at maximum efficiency with all the extra hands looking after them.”

“The engines’ efficiency is not correlated with the number of officers maintaining them,” Data corrected him.

“That’s the problem,” La Forge said. He turned to Kirk - “Is there anything we can help you with?”

Kirk shook his head. “Just distracting Mr. Data, here.”

“You said your intention was not to distract me,” Data protested, his eyes narrowed in confusion.

“It’s a figure of speech, Data,” La Forge tried to explain. “People say it to be polite.”

“I see…” Data said, though he didn’t sound convinced. “However, Jim, if your intention is to distract me, I do have a question I have been meaning to ask you.”

“Ask away,” Kirk said with a wave.

“How can a human such as yourself engage in a romantic relationship with a Vulcan who rejects human emotion?”

La Forge made to protest, but Kirk held up a hand to stop him. A lot of people had asked him that question over the years, but rarely with such sincere curiosity.

However, before Kirk could answer, a young ensign interrupted, “Excuse me, sir.” She gestured at the terminal they were all crowded around.

“Come on,” La Forge said, “I know somewhere a little less crowded - you haven’t gotten a proper tour of the warp core yet.”

La Forge led the way to the tall glowing column at the end of the room that gave the ship the power to traverse the galaxy in days instead of years. From right next to it, if Kirk craned his neck, he could see a network of narrow walkways that wound around the warp core all the way to the top. La Forge led Kirk and Data up two metal staircases, bathed in the core’s blue glow.

“We should be out of the way up here,” La Forge said.

Kirk let his eyes fall shut so he could just listen to the whirring of the engines - it almost sounded like he was back on his own ship. Finally, he forced himself back to the present. “She’s lovely.”

La Forge grinned. “You should have seen the Enterprise.”

“I’m sorry I missed it,” Kirk said. Then, at last, he turned to Data’s question. “Spock doesn’t really reject emotion, he just tempers it with logic. Do you have your sights set on a particular Vulcan?”

“No,” Data replied, “I am not romantically interested in a Vulcan, if I interpret your question correctly. I ask because my previous attempt at engaging in a romantic relationship with a human did not go well because of my inability to experience human emotions. However, based on the duration of your marriage with Ambassador Spock, I assume your relationship was successful despite his choice to lead a Vulcan life.”

“You had some emotions,” La Forge insisted, “Even before you put in the emotion chip.”

“I could not experience happiness, sadness, or even anger. Therefore, I was unqualified to be in a human relationship,” Data explained as though it was perfectly logical.

Kirk sighed. “Why does it have to be human? Did you love her?”

“I was not capable of experiencing love,” Data replied.

“Then why enter into a relationship in the first place?” Kirk pressed.

“She expressed her interest in me and after consulting with several of my crewmates, I determined that it would be an informative experience. However I proved to be unequal to the task.” Data’s disappointment was clear.

“Did you care for her?”

“She was my friend. I appreciated her abilities and the time that I spent with her.”

Kirk nodded. “That sounds like something to me, maybe not love, but you clearly felt something for her. And the desire for love is very human - not that we’re the only ones.”

“Even if I felt some emotion for her, it was clearly not enough,” Data insisted.

Kirk hesitated. “I fell in love with an android once. She seemed very human on the surface, but she didn’t have her own goals or ideals - it was her creator that wanted her to be more human. And, like you, she was new to emotion. Her creator tried to teach her through experience, but the conflicting feelings were too much for her.”

“I do not understand what you are attempting to demonstrate.”

“I don’t think I can really answer your question,” Kirk admitted. “Being in a relationship with a Vulcan or an android may be more complicated, but all relationships are complicated.” He put a reassuring hand on Data’s shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll make it work.”

#v writes #Star Trek: The Original Series #Star Trek: The Next Generation #Star Trek: Generations #Spirk #Generations

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Kiss prompt! 36 or 58! (Anything to help with a packing distraction because packing blows 😁)

THANK YOU (I’ve packed many a time but this is different because I’m moving out of my parents’ house haha. It’s the worst chore but this time I’m at least semi-happy to be doing it)

36 - “We can never be together” kiss

Ship: Spirk (obviously)

Word count: 1142 (I GOT SERIOUSLY CARRIED AWAY)

Spock stumbled a little as Jim pulled him into a utility closet on deck four. They’d only just been released from medbay after a hectic but ultimately casualty-free away mission, and the Captain was apparently wasting no time.

The panic in his eyes made Spock pause, mouth open to ask what was happening. Only moments ago, Jim had watched Bones clear his second in command anxiously, foot tapping against the white linoleum and eye twitching as the CMO declared the Vulcan “as good as he’s gonna get.” That was when he’d pulled Spock out by his sleeve and begun walking at a rapid pace toward the turbolift, only to have their journey interrupted by being roughly manhandled into the unusually cold, tiny room.

“Spock, I can’t -” Jim’s throat constricted around his words. He slid his hands down Spock’s shoulders to his forearms, a slow, warm path that made the Vulcan shiver with more than just the unexpected contact.

“Captain?” he asked, his voice gentle. He watched Jim force slow breaths and squeeze his eyes shut.

“Spock, when we were down there, I - you - I just couldn’t handle it if you died,” Jim whispered, opening his eyes and staring into Spock’s. “I wouldn’t ever be the same again. There’d be no me if there wasn’t you. I’m - I love you, Spock, and I wish I wouldn’t realize these kinds of things in the middle of possibly losing you, but I just couldn’t not say anything, and -”

Mind whirling with the weight of Jim’s words, Spock blinked rapidly and stiffened. Jim stopped speaking immediately, watching his face with worry.

“Captain,” he cleared his throat, “I do not - I cannot -” The words he was looking for would not form on his tongue. In fact, what were the words he was looking for? Spock could barely breathe with the force of Jim’s confession in the air. It hung around his neck and rang in his ears until he was sure he would be bowed and deafened with it. Was it unpleasant? Or merely new?

Before he could process these thoughts, these - these simple feelings, Spock was startled out of his reverie. Jim laughed. Yes, laughed through a sob, and released his First Officer’s arms at once.

“Mr. Spock,” he said, stepping back as far as the closet would allow, “I - forgive me. It was extremely unprofessional. I’ll write an incident report and submit it for your review, then to Admiral Pike. I’m - I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Spock watched his captain with concern. He often rambled, processing his thoughts out loud rather than in the privacy of his own mind, as was the Vulcan way, but Jim was rarely so vulnerable with his words. Jim finally met Spock’s eyes again and hesitated. He reached out, slowly, so that Spock could shy away from him if he wanted, and brushed their fingers together ever so lightly in a reverent Vulcan kiss. Spock’s shields were inundated with the Human’s whirlwind emotions. He couldn’t begin to pick them apart for consideration before Jim withdrew his hand and, without looking back, rushed out of the utility closet.

Left alone with the robotic vacuums and array of dusting supplies, Spock leaned against the wall and exhaled. The chaos of the day had left him already exhausted, but the “we can never be together” kiss, stolen in a closet of all places, tipped him over the edge. He walked slowly to his quarters, noting that the door to the Captain’s room had a red sheen over it, indicating it was locked to all but the CMO.

His heart ached in his side as he settled his sore, battered body onto the meditation mat haphazardly. He desperately needed sleep, but he needed answers even more. As his mind mellowed and his consciousness moved deeper and deeper, he became aware of warring feelings in his heart and soul. Simply thinking of James Kirk brought up many mixed feelings - joy, agony, desire, love, hopelessness, anger. The scene in the closet played and replayed in his mind over and over, and Spock analyzed every word, every inflection, every slight squeeze of Jim’s hands on his arms.

A quiet alert from his computer brought him back to the real world. His internal clock told him that no less than fifteen hours had passed since he sank into meditation, which had clearly turned into a long nap. His limbs, heavy with paresthesia, shook as he decided to take a sonic and change into clean clothes before checking his messages. When he finally sat down to the computer, Spock had almost forgotten the incident from yesterday.

Almost.

His eye was drawn to the one message in his inbox that mattered. It was from Captain James T. Kirk, subject line “Resignation.”

Spock closed his eyes and swallowed. He had to act now, or everything would be ruined. All his instincts screamed at him to wait, wait and think about this logically, but Spock had no time and needed to move.

“Not now, Janice,” came Kirk’s voice from the other side of the locked door. Spock stood in the hallway, buzzing for entrance again, impatient and desperate.

The door snapped open to Jim’s exhausted, unshaven face. His red eyes glared out at the intruder of his peace until he saw who it was.

“Spock,” he croaked, clearing his throat. He cast his gaze down to the floor. “I’m assuming you got my message to you and Bones.”

“I reject it,” Spock said bluntly. Jim’s eyes flew up to meet his in shock, but the First Officer would not let him speak.

“I will not allow you to resign over reciprocated feelings,” he continued, “as it would be illogical. Furthermore, if we move our relationship forward to that of a more mutually beneficial, romantic nature, I request that you give me more time to properly process your thoughts and emotions. You did not allow for much time between your declaration and your flight.”

“I - I’m hallucinating,” Jim mumbled, reaching for the door frame to steady himself. Spock reached out and slung one arm over his shoulder, flinching at his stench and walking him to the clearly un-slept in bed.

“You are not,” he assured the Captain, flopping him onto the sturdy mattress and pulling the weighted blankets up to his chin. “However, I calculate the odds of you believing me are around 1:345, so I suggest you sleep before we discuss this further.”

Jim blinked rapidly and nodded. Before Spock could leave, his hand shot out and grasped the Vulcan’s wrist.

“Spock?” Jim’s voice was small. His First Officer turned to look at him. “Will you stay?”

Warmth radiated from his left side as he toed his shoes off and snuggled under the covers, spooning Jim from the back. This was exactly where he needed to be.

#THIS GOT SO AWAY FROM ME IM SO SORRY #spirk #space husbands #aos #tos #ficlet #spirk fic #prompt #ask #highlynerdy

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