General #1 Medbay Trio (platonic)
"I love you."
"Tell me that when you're sober," Christine said, laughing, and Geoff threw his hands out to his sides indignantly.
"I've had half a beer!" He protested, slouched comfortably back in his chair. "Unlike some people--"
"Bite me," Len said, not looking up from the comm that he had-- habitually, anxiously-- flipped open to check for incoming messages. Christine surreptitiously dropped a quarter into the ever-growing pile next to the massive, fruity cocktail she was drinking. (It looked orange but tasted pink. She wasn't much of one for the color, not like Nyota was, but it had its place, and its place was getting her riotously drunk on shore leave.)
Geoff laid a hand over his heart, his tone magnanimous and arrogant all at once. "I know how to express my emotions openly--"
"You know what?" Len pointed his beer bottle at Geoff, raising his eyebrows. "Bite yourself."
"Oh, this is all from the heart, M'Benga, don't you worry your pretty little head about that."
"--and without embarrassment." Geoff laid his hand on Len's shoulder, his dark eyes wide and sincere. His grin, on the other hand, was shit-eating. "You know, we're here for you."
"You know, I'm your boss," Len muttered. He turned his chin away from the table, long fingers drumming as he glanced towards the door.
(Not waiting for anyone-- just wanting to leave. Usually you couldn't pay him to stay shipside on shore leave, but tonight was special. Just look: all three of the Enterprise's senior medical staff were off duty.)
(All at once.)
(Christine didn't take it personally; she knew Leonard McCoy considered her and Geoff his best friends-- after his two particularly notable best-er friends-- despite all of his grumbling. She just also knew that trusting the kids to man the Medbay without them, even when the ship was practically empty with 90% of its crew on leave, was taking its toll on his nerves.)
She rested her chin on her palm, her lipsticked lips tipped into a mocking smile. "Aw," she said, engaging in that time honored distraction technique of annoying the hell out of him as she stirred her bendy straw through her drink. "It's cute how he tries to hide behind protocol when we're making fun of him."
Geoff cupped a hand around his ear, leaning teasingly towards her. "What's this 'we' you speak of, Nurse? The only dulcet tones I hear dragging his ass are mine and mine alone."
Len checked his comm again.
Christine dropped another quarter on the pile.
With a sudden wide eyed look of comprehension, Geoff burst out laughing, slapping his hand over his mouth. Len looked up, suspicious, and clipped his comm back to his belt. "What?" he demanded, his eyes flicking between Geoff and Christine as he tried to figure out what joke he'd missed-- clearly, rightfully suspicious that he was the butt of it.
"Nothing," Geoff wheezed.
"Don't worry about it," Christine told him, sipping at her drink as her eyes sparkled, and Len narrowed his eyes and leaned forward to rest his forearms on the edge of the table as he folded his fingers together.
"You sayin' that is what worries me more than anything." He prodded a finger at her from avross the table. "You sayin' that's gonna keep me up at night--"
"Better find some hobbies then." Christine smiled at him, sweetly. "Find a good way to use the extra time."
Len-- finger still hovering in the air between them-- glared at her for a long, long moment. "You," he said, "are distracting me."
Christine pointed her own finger at the stack of coins. "Evidently, not very well," she said, dryly.
"I love you, too," Geoff told him, slinging an arm around his shoulders and-- gently-- settling him back into his chair before he could lean over and strangle Christine. "Man, do you trust me?"
Len, sniffing, slouched moodily into his chair and didn't look at either of them as he muttered, "You know I do."
"And you trust Chris," Geoff said, leadingly.
"And I trust my head nurse," Len agreed, rolling his eyes. "We'd all be dead from butting heads by now if I didn't."
"Yeah, well, me and Chris, and you, who you trust more than anyone because you're an egotistical jackass just like every other surgeon in this galaxy--"
"--We trained those kids, Len." Geoff squeezed his shoulder. "You, me, and Chris. We're the ones who trained them. If you can't trust them, trust the three of us."
Len pursed his lips. "It ain't that easy," he said. "You know that."
"Are you kidding?" Christine laughed. "Of course we do! Why do you think my drink is this big, McCoy? I've got to give myself an undeniable reason within the next ten minutes-- like being too drunk to pass muster-- that I can't race back to the transporters and finish this shift myself!"
"Control freak," Geoff told her, fondly.
"Can it, M'Benga; that jittery knee of yours if shaking the whole damn table."
Looking between them, Len's lips twitched into a grin. "We're a mess," he observed, tipping his beer towards Geoff like the words were a toast.
Geoff clinked his own bottle against it, grinning, and squeezed Len's shoulder again. Beneath the table, both of their stupidly long legs poked across onto Christine's side, their knees and ankles bumping beneath the battered wood of the rinky dink table of the ugly, messy bar.
"Pool?" she suggested, turning and draping her arm across the back of her chair as she heard the unmistakeable groan of someone who had just lost, terribly, and may or may not have the money to pay up.
"We'll have to win the table to get hold of it," Len pointed out, "and that tall guy's a menace. He's run off like three different people just since we sat down with our first round of drinks."
"Aw," Geoff said. He pinched Len's cheek. "It's cute how you think that worries me. I used to play pool with Vulcans; just imagine what that's like, will you?"
Len clearly already was. "Oh, god," he said, sounding disgusted and impressed all at once.
"Have you ever had a seven foot tall stranger lecture you on how to calculate the appropriate factor by which to multiply a given billiard ball's momentum in order to determine its speed and distance of rebound for a given angle of deflection? I have." Geoff clapped Len on the shoulder, draining the last of his beer, and rose to his feet. "Let's get this show on the road."
"Buy me something pretty with your winnings?" Christine asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
"Don't encourage him," Len protested. "Don't-- he's as bad as Jim--"
Christine burst out laughing. "Lenny, honey, no one is as bad as Captain Kirk. And I know you know that, or else you wouldn't have made the righteous and practicable decision to come out with us tonight instead of him."
"Maybe I just like you better," Len retorted, eyebrows rising as he stood and drained the last of his own beer. "You ever think of that, huh, wiseass?"
"Aw, Geoff!" Christine spun around in her seat, rising up to one knee and cupping her hand around her mouth as she called, "Len just said he loves us!"
"I did not--"
"I'm so proud of you." Geoff drew a heart in the air with both of his index fingers and blew Len a kiss.
"I'm going to fire you both and ship you off to Siberia to freeze your asses off and die of hypothermia."
Christine-- massive drink in one hand and quarters returned to her pocket-- stood on her tiptoes to hook her chin over his shoulder and wrap an arm around his waist. She sipped from her bendy straw, and then she offered it to Len. "No, you won't."
She felt him heave a sigh more than heard it, over the general din of shitty music and worse conversation that permeated the bar. "No, I won't," he agreed.
He accepted the sip of Christine's drink, and they watched the tall guy's face drop open with shock as Geoff calmly, calculatingly ran the table.
"You're both too good to me," he told her. "Keepin' me distracted when you're just as nervous."
Christine shrugged, settling down off of her tiptoes and letting him tuck her into his side, under his arm. "Distracting ourselves, too," she pointed out. "Besides, you spend most of your time playing emotional outlet for Kirk and Spock, and every other person who's ever come to you with something on their minds; only fair someone does it for you in return."
He snorted. "Don't let Spock hear you say that, or you really might end up in Siberia."
"He wouldn't dare," Christine retorted primly. "I have immunity. I'm Nyota's favorite, relevant for obvious reasons--"
"Nyota is Spock's favorite," Len agreed.
"--And I'm Janice's, too. Kirk would gave to sign off, but she'd never file the paperwork."
Geoff whistled, drawing their attention as he stuffed a wad of bills in his back pocket and then tossed a pool cue in their direction. "Who's getting their ass beat first?"
"Len!" Christine shoved him forward. "Show us what those legendary hands of yours can do, Sawbones."
Len groaned. "Never gonna live that down, am I?" and in return they chorused, "Never!'
"Has anyone called Carol lately?" Geoff asked, leaning on his pool cue and oh-so-graciously letting Len break. "I miss her. Only person better than Len or the Captain at getting a rise out of Spock."
"She's off in deep space working on some crazy secret research project or other," Len told him, frowning at the table as he studied the pattern that had unfolded in front of him. "I'm solids, by the way."
Geoff hummed. "Fancy."
"Good for her," Christine said.
They continued to wait for Len to take his next shot. Geoff shifted from foot to foot, and then asked, "Anyone want me to recite that lecture on elastomeric collisions from memory, or--?"
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I saw a post about the star trek crew all living together and I took that idea, as well as my multishipping heart, to make an AU where the crew all live in a polyamorous household so here we go:
In the beginning, there were only 3 couples...
McKirk, Spuhura and Benkaru
Ben and Hikaru live in a house of their own but visit a lot
And Sulu has a place in their futuristic fold out sofa if he ever needs space from Ben, which he probably does since he went from being light years away to living in the same house which must be difficult to adjust to
I'm not sure how they'd get to all living together but I think it would be after the 5 year mission but if they don't go out on any other missions straight away
There are 5 bedrooms, 2 offices in the attic, a kitchen-diner, a living room, 3 bathrooms, a garage and a greenhouse-shed in the backyard
There's Jim and Bones' room, where Spock or possibly Christine if they're feeling adventurous, sleep
There's Uhura and Spock's room where Christine or Scotty might sleep when Spock's not there
There's Scotty's room where Bones or Uhura sometimes sleep
There's Christine's room where Uhura or Bones may sleep
And Chekov's room, where only his causal flings or one night stands stay because this boy is a horny aromantic guy who is not shamed for this fact
Bones just makes sure to stock him up on protection
They also have their own spaces which, because I managed to land on the healthy relationships education side of tiktok, is very important just so a person can maintain their autonomy and have some time to themselves (doesn't matter if it's a room or a shelf the person said)
Spock has the greenhouse where he meditates surrounded by flowers that Sulu is always donating more to and helping with
Scotty has the garage where he's always tinkering and blasting weird calming sea shanties or space shanties, just a weird combination of choirs, shanties and prog rock
Uhura has her room and/or one of the offices, she likes to have a place to watch her shows in all the languages she knows and to just be herself away from everything
Jim has the living room and/or his and Bones' bedroom. This is mainly a place to workout, in barely anything but he routinely reminds everyone to be grateful he's at least wearing clothes
Chekov has his bedroom where he has a whole gaming and programming set up. The crew make sure to pull him away if it's been a few hours without a break, and bring him drinks and snacks
Bones as the kitchen where he cooks up a storm and becomes a full on Southern Belle housewife, cooking and baking and making sweet tea and singing with a "Kiss the Cook Apron" on that Jim got him
He complains but he loves it
Christine also has her room where she often becomes a cat and lazes in the sun of her window with a face mask on sound asleep
They have certain nights for people to cook, they don't trust Jim though, not since he tried to make a casserole that Pike showed him and he almost burnt the house down
Luckily there are sprinkler systems in future houses
Bones becomes a full on dad and grills whenever there's sun out
Has a bad Hawaiian shirt too, something directly out of Karl Urban's wardrobe probably
They take holiday cards as a family and celebrate all their holidays, Christian based ones, Jewish based ones, Muslim based ones, Vulcan ones and general nom denominational ones too like Federation Day and United Earth Day
They also take care around each other on sad days too
Scotty leaves a mug outside the greenhouse when it's the anniversary of Amanda's death, Uhura makes breakfast on David McCoy's death instead of Bones, Chekov works out with Jim on Pike's Death Day
If the couples have kids the house may get bigger or they might just have smaller houses that are connected so they still live pretty much together anyway
This ended sad, I didn't want it to but can you see the family stuff I want so much? Them being close and together and even more of a family. I hope you enjoyed these!
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