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worfs-fabulous-hair · 2 years

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It has begun !

Star Trek series I'm currently at : TOS

Episodes watched : 01x00- 01x03

Episode names :

The Cage ( pilot episode )

The Man Trap

Charlie "X"

Where No Man Has Gone Before

Thoughts:

The Cage

I like the original uniforms.

Normal clothes ! People are wearing normal clothes on their down time.

Ah yes, I too call my friend into my room and then deliberately lay on my bed like Rose waiting for Jack to draw her like a French girl and then proceed to spill my guts to them .

Seriously those uniforms look really fuzzy I love them .

Also didn't they make a scale model to shoot close up for the outside of the ship scenes because quality between the scene of the outside of the ship looks so clean compared to the scenes inside the ship. I also doubt that graphic capabilities were good enough to make the ship look that good .I'm pretty sure I heard about the scale model thing years ago when I was a kid but I'm not sure.

Ah yes , misogyny .

Why is Spock walking like that, was Lenard Nemoy injured or were they trying to make that a special thing for vulcans ?

Big brain bois

I know this is supposed to be dramatic but it's pretty fun like oh no he's been kidnapped but the way they hit him and drag him in is so funny

" I'm not going to do the things they want me to do " proceeds to do exactly what they want him to do.

I was lead to believe that pike was a lot older in the pilot then he is.

Fuck, it's like that pokemon episode that causes seizures

Hell is filled with a boiling hot grits bath

Country roads ~♪

It's like that scene from guardians of the Galaxy where mantis goes " you feel sexual love for her "

Your telling me they Frankensteined this poor lady and held her captive for 18 years and fucked her up real bad cause they had no clue how humans look.

" just hypothetically , which one of us would you have chosen? " " Get back to work " lmao the way she ran out of there.

Other episodes under the cut

The Man Trap

Ah , finally characters that I know

More mind fuck stuff gotcha

Pleasure planet ?

This boy ain't ever seen a horror movie huh ? You'd think that star fleet would have a class on not following strangers around a strange planet because your horny.

Kirk : Finds a dead body and reaches into his mouth

Uhura (idk how to write her name) : have a conversation with me about anything, anything at all. Spock : yeesh , naw

Bones just eat something that he wasn't quite sure if they were what they thought it was , I always found that a weird trope. Like he just shoved a strange white cube in his mouth and goes " yup that's salt " like you think there would be other ways to test that.

This lady is just eating food off of this plate that is meant for someone else. Update : it was meant for sulu , we finally get to meet my boy.

Kirk and Spock are really bad at hiding from the professor

I love how everyone immediately knows that McCoy isn't McCoy but their like whatever and just keep working.

The creature as McCoy : what if we just put salt in our hand and go pspspsspss, with no hostility , it will just come to us, it just wants salt and companionship. Kirk : lol nah let's kill it

Kirk actually put salt in his hand and went pspspssppsss , and it worked

That face reveal lmao , I love these weird creature costumes from the 60s

Charlie "X"

Wtf is up with these faces

What is this medical test

Everyone's been told that this kid hasn't had much interaction with other people for years and then act extremely surprised when he acts weird

"charlie you can't just slap someone's ass !"

Uhura just breaks out in song like this is a musical because Spock is playing the harp or whatever this is , she's good at making up songs on the spot

Charlie and his Jedi shit again

This 17 year old is trying to get with a 30 year old and she's obviously uncomfortable but everyone is like come on it's all fun and games he's just a kid who doesn't understand don't be so harsh. She's still uncomfortable though cause he's a kid.

Charlie slaps someone else's ass , this time it's kirk's and he gave him a "that's pretty gay fam " speech.

It thanksgiving ? That's just a side thing that's only brought up so that this kid could make turkeys appear in the oven.

He's a sore loser fucked up a good chess set

30 y/o introduces 17y/o to another 17 y/o so he has a companion his own age, he becomes more creepy

Captain Kirk give "the talk"

The ship has a dojo ? And Kirk is the only one who is shirtless .

Charlie made a guy disappear and Kirk was overly calm about it .

Dramatic 60s eye spot light thing they do in action movies.

Everyone's shit stops working but uhura gets electrocuted by her console like he just hate uhura for some reason, like he always does the worst shit to her.

Charlie assaults multiple women and then gets mad that people think that he shouldn't do that.

Yo ! A female officer wearing pants . (A lot of people have told me that female officers don't wear pants in TOS)

Trying a coop on this kid for the 15th time this episode, will it work this time ?

No it didn't but this kids mom showed up to scold him.

"yeah , this kids like mega dangerous why do you think we left him stranded on that planet. We could have told you he was there and we didn't for a reason. Come on now child ."

Where No Man Has Gone Before

The uniforms keep changing every episode it's so weird

Scotty !

They accidentally brought a bomb on board

More characters that we probably won't see with any sort of frequency again

Kirk saw some brightly colored storm clouds in the middle of space and went " hey let's drive through it "

It killed several people and the ship isn't working properly

The bomb thing has been forgotten and might not be brought up again

We learn about Kirk's school days from the guy who gained Galaxy eyes from the accident in the cloud

This guy ( his name is Garry took 20 times of people saying his name for me to figure that out) has developed telepathy and telekinesis and now everyone is going all Salem witch trial on this guy , Spock said they have to kill him like my guy that seems kinda extreme, but what ever I guess

This guy has lightning powers now

Yes , inject medicine into him through his shirt that's effective

Garry is trying to kill everyone so never mind Spock is right

He's also called himself a god several times

Spock has a big ass gun (phaser rifle )

Casually strangles his best friend

Oh shit now the doctor has anime eyes

Such and such apple , bitch that's a papaya

Kirk being dramatic , again

Jim kills 2 people with the help of one of the people he killed.

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bamfspock · 2 years

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For some reason anytime I google 'star trek', alone or with other words, it comes up in portuguese. Everything else is english... except this. Yes, multiple browsers do it.

So, uh. What.

171 notes • Posted 2021-11-17 19:14:51 GMT

Okay but Kirk, Sulu, and Chekov sock-skating through the halls of the Enterprise. Bones catching them doing it and stopping them. Bones standing in the middle of the hall lecturing them about skull fractures and the risks of 'enganging in infantile nonsense'.

Bones falling to the floor when Spock, who was bringing up the rear, sock-skates into him. Spock himself doesn't fall, he just does little *hop* over Bones' prone body and lands gracefully in front of his captain, who grabs him by the arm and runs. Sulu and Chekov run in the opposite direction, all of them quick to flee the scene of the crime and the rush of apoplectic swearing that streams from the felled CMO.

171 notes • Posted 2021-08-10 00:45:17 GMT

Imagine a random black cat, sans collar, is found on the Enterprise. They don't know where it came from, or when it got on, so it's just sort of hanging out until they get to the next 'fleet starbase and of course all efforts to keep it in one room fail because 1. this is a cat and he will not be contained and 2. everyone wants to keep the cat with them and the competition is getting heated.

So there's this cat just wandering the halls, attending meetings, sleeping in astrometrics, trying to eat Sulu's plants, bothering people for food in the mess, and carrying around and playing with what turns out to be a piece of Bones' preferred tricorder. Cue Yakety Sax playing as the doctor chases the cat around the ship.

So the crew has pretty much adopted this cat, and the cat loves it and hangs out with them all, even Bones who pretends to hate it but when he thinks no one is looking he quietly baby talks and sings old blues songs to it.

But it isn't long before everyone, hands down, agrees that the cat's favorite is Kirk. When Kirk is on the bridge you have an 85% chance of finding the cat there with him. It's common to find the cat curled up with the captain in his off hours while he reads on the observation deck, and when Jim and Spock play chess the cat will usually curl up on Jim's lap for the duration. The exception is night, which the cat spends the first half of in Jim's quarters before using the shared bathroom to go over to Spock's room because it's so nice and warm in there and it likes to sleep on Spock's meditation mat when he's finshed using it for the evening.

But what people really notice, to most everyone's delight, is the following: how the cat sits on the right arm of the captain's chair when Jim is in it, upright and regal looking.

Or how sometimes when Jim is talking to himself out loud, trying to work through a problem, it will tap Jim's leg or arm with one paw and Jim will say "you're right, of course," and try a different tack.

Or how the admirality has become accustomed to seeing the cat at Jim's right side when he's receiving new orders and has been known to jump on the desk and stare down the vid screen when Jim is obviously unhappy with how the conversation is going. All of Starfleet command knows that Komack and the cat have some kind of rivalry at this point. There is nothing more devastating than being on the receiving end of one of the cat's looks of disdain - except for the captain, who just smiles when he gets one.

It's for all these reasons that when they decide it's beyond time to name the cat the most popular choice is 'Spock'.

Spock the vulcan is not amused. 63.7 percent of the times he hears someone say his name it is directed at the cat and not himself. Were he human he would surely be experiencing high levels of frustration and occasional confusion.

Then one day the senior staff are gathered to discuss the next mission - the cat is sitting on the table by Jim's right hand, as usual - and when Spock begins to describe the climate on the planet they are about to survey the cat stands, walks over to Spock, makes a trilling noise and gently *bops* Spock on the nose with a paw.

Everyone goes quiet. Spock seems to stall out for a moment, then looks down at the cat and raises one eyebrow. The cat responds by knocking its head into Spock's nose then rubbing the length of one side against Spock's face and finally flopping down on the table, belly up. When Spock continues the cat twists around playfully, trilling and reaching up to tap at Spock's chin with the same paw. The meeting wraps up shortly thereafter because everyone is having too much trouble breathing around their restrained laughter.

After that day everyone calls the cat Jim.

223 notes • Posted 2021-08-15 23:32:05 GMT

Was just sitting here, minding my own business, and suddenly was punched in the throat by the thought of this:

That touching of hands in the ta'al was the avatar of the connection between Michael Burnam and Spock as siblings, and their love for each other. This is affirmed when we see their last moments together face-to-face without barriers, and they complete their goodbyes like this:

So, based on this, touching hands held in the ta'al formation becomes a significant form of final farewell to Spock, rooted in some of his strongest emotions, particularly when it comes to knowing he is about to lose someone he loves.

Which makes this twist of the knife just that much worse:

Somehow I didn't make this connection when I first watched Discovery and now I gotta go lie down on the floor and have a dissociation about it.

417 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 16:08:38 GMT

Headcanon: someone jokingly refers to Kirk as "Jimothy" and Spock overhears. Not realising it's a joke he thinks it's a more formal version of Jim, and since Kirk doesn't seem to like going by "James" he resolves to use it.

Which he does, at the end of shift, when the bridge is double full with the shift change: Jim asks if he wants to play chess and he says "Affirmative Jimothy" and everyone just. Loses it. Most of them are trying not to laugh and failing. Sulu is laughing so hard it makes no sound. Uhura is basically crying. Chekov is still in his seat, face bright red, head between his knees, trying to breathe. Bones is there and he's leaning against Jim, trying to keep upright, pulling on Jim's sleeve gasping "Jimothy! Jimothy!" Jim is staring into the void.

They start to calm down but then Spock expresses concern for Bones' mental health and they're off again. Sulu is on the floor. Chekov has assumed crash position. Uhura is messaging Scotty.

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jesbelle-writes · 3 years

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The Gift

After his failed attempt to reach kohlinar, Spock found that the rhythms of life aboard the Enterprise were somehow different. He had reached a hard-won détente between his Human emotions and his Vulcan logic, and it cast a new light on even the most familiar of rituals – such as the one now playing out in Kirk’s quarters.

“So Bones – your birthday’s coming up...” Kirk opened this conversation just as he had every year about this time.

“I don’t want a big fuss,” said McCoy, with the same frown as usual.

“How about a little fuss then?” asked Kirk, the customary amused smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I suppose I could tolerate it, if I had to,” came the reply.

And so some small celebration would be agreed upon. A place and time would be chosen for a quiet round of drinks; Scotty, Chapel, Uhura, Sulu, and (now that was no longer “the kid”) Chekov would be invited; and they’d all spend a quiet evening getting mildly inebriated and swapping reminiscences. Spock would attend, of course. McCoy was his friend, after all.

But this year, Spock couldn’t shake the feeling that something special was in order – something to acknowlege the shift he sensed in his relationship with McCoy. He couldn’t really name the nature of that shift – it was different somehow to the way his other relationships had changed – but he felt a need to take some kind of action nonetheless.

He wanted to give McCoy a birthday present.

His mother had explained gift-giving to him when he was a child. She had provided him with an exhaustive lesson on the rituals and obligations involved, including a list of the types of gifts that would be considered appropriate to each occasion.

“But sometimes,” she said, “a person wants to give a gift from the heart – something that shows how much regard they have for another person. The best gifts on these occasions are something the recipient can experience. A happy memory is worth a thousand objects.”

Spock understood that these “little fusses” that Jim put together were exactly that – another in a collection of happy memories for McCoy. Spock wanted to give McCoy something like that.

The bulk of his meditation time was dedicated to solving the puzzle of how to do that.

He considered the activities that McCoy engaged in during his rare breaks from work. He spent the bulk of his time simply “hanging out” with Spock or Jim or Christine. He enjoyed reading a genre of books he called “dimestore trash” that Spock had no idea how to even begin to obtain. And he enjoyed music.

Music seemed promising. McCoy’s tastes were eclectic, but Spock had a good ear and he was reasonably certain that he could find something that would please McCoy.

It was in this frame of mind that he noticed the humming.

There was a little snippet of a tune that McCoy hummed when he was trying to unravel any particularly thorny problem. Spock had heard it hundreds of times when sharing laboratory space with McCoy. It had long ago been relegated to the background noises of the lab.

It was a pretty tune, and obviously a favorite. He asked Dr. Chapel about it that afternoon.

“You mean the one that goes hum de dum dum dum hum de dum dum dum?” She mangled it completely, but it was still recognizable as the same tune, if only barely.

“Yes,” said Spock. “Do you know the title of the piece?”

“Sorry, no. I asked him about it once. He got really self-conscious and said it was just something his mother used to sing. Then I didn’t hear it for about a month.”

Jim was no help. “I don’t spend much time in the lab,” he pointed out. “And his mom was some kind of music historian, so she probably knew a lot of obscure songs.”

Spock made a recording of himself playing the tune on his lyre and fed it into the ship’s computer, but it matched nothing in the database. Finally, he sent the recording to the library at Memory Alpha and waited.

The answer came almost fourteen hours later – a song from the mid-twentieth century, lost for nearly 200 years before it was discovered in an archive on the North American continent at a place called Muscle Shoals.

The tune was sweet, and the song was short. But the lyrics...

If Spock had searched for years, he couldn’t have found a song more suitable. He decided that the piece should be performed live.

“It’s beautiful, Spock. Where did you find it?” asked Uhura. “It’s just so… Dr. McCoy, isn’t it?”

“I believe it is a favorite of his,” said Spock. “I would like to play it at his birthday. I was hoping that you would agree to sing it.”

“I’d love to, but I think you should do it. It would fit your range.”

“My musical range, perhaps. It is a very emotional piece,” said Spock.

They practiced the song every night.

McCoy’s birthday was in the forward observation lounge. It was busy tonight, and when Spock picked up his lyre and Uhura stood next to him a hush fell over the crowd.

“If I needed you Would you come to me, Would you come to me, And ease my pain?” sang Uhura.

“If you needed me, I would come to you, I’d swim the seas For to ease your pain.”

“In the night forlorn The morning’s born And the morning shines With the lights of love.”

Spock spared a glance toward McCoy, but Jim was seated between them, blocking his line of sight.

“You will miss sunrise If you close your eyes And that would break My heart in two.”

Spock tried twice more to catch a glimpse of McCoy to no avail. It wasn’t until the final chorus that he saw him.

McCoy looked stunned, overcome, but with what emotion, Spock couldn’t tell. There were, however, most definitely tears in his eyes.

The song ended to enthusiastic applause and several people came to pay their compliments – mostly to Uhura. McCoy was among them. He took Uhura’s hand in his and said, “Thank you so much, Nyota. That was lovely.” He nodded toward Spock. “You played that… very well – as usual, Spock.” He raised his glass toward the others. “I want to thank y’all for coming tonight. I know the night’s still young, but I’m not so much, and I’ve just had a week and a half of long shifts. So if y’all’ll excuse me, I’m going to head on out and get some shut-eye before I have to deal with the next torn rotator cuff or targ bite or what-have-you.”

There followed the usual well-wishing and congratulations as McCoy left. Spock, feeling unsettled and having no desire to feel unsettled in public, picked up his lyre and retired to his own quarters…

… where he was surprised to find Dr. McCoy leaning against his desk.

“I used my medical code,” said McCoy. “I hope you don’t mind. I promise I’m not planning to make a habit of it.”

Spock nodded. “I apolo--”

“I’m sor--” McCoy shook his head. “You got nothing to be sorry for. Just… let me say my piece and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” McCoy took a deep breath. “I… what you did tonight, Spock – that was the nicest, most thoughtful gift I’ve ever gotten. I couldn’t say this with a bunch of people around, but I need you to know what it meant to me.

“My mama used to sing me that song when I’d have bad dreams. She’d come sit on my bed and… stroke my hair… and sing that song. And it worked every time.

“She sang a lot of songs. She had a beautiful voice and she played guitar. She made a lot of recordings of those songs, and after she died, I’d play them all and pretend she was still there – just in the other room, singing. Well, I was just kid...

“Anyway she never got around to recording that one. So I’d sing it to myself when the bad dreams woke me up. I forgot most of the lyrics. I forgot what it sounded like when she sang it. I forgot what her fingers felt like in my hair. But it always made me feel better.

“I guess I got used to singing it. It was the tune I’d whistle in the dark, and it became the thing I turned to whenever the going got even a little rough.

“That’s what you gave me tonight. You gave me back her song. I don’t have words for that.” McCoy swiped at the tear that had fallen onto his cheek. “If you weren’t a Vulcan I’d hug you.”

Spock didn’t know what to say. He was experiencing a rush of emotions too powerful and too complex for him to even name, let alone express, not that he wished to express them. He didn’t even want to experience them.

Did he?

“And on that note,” said McCoy, standing up, “I’ll just see myself out.”

“Leonard.”

McCoy had nearly reached the door when Spock put out his hand to stop him. He took him by the wrist, his fingers curling around the warm, soft skin above McCoy’s pulse.

The sensation cut through some of the turmoil in Spock’s mind. This was… good? It was… fitting.

It was right because Spock had wanted to touch McCoy, hadn’t he? He’d wanted to give a gift that would touch McCoy’s heart.

And now he was touching his skin and that was also what he’d wanted, wasn’t it?

He pulled McCoy closer, put his arms around him, held him. And holding was also what he’d wanted.

And then McCoy’s arms wrapped around his waist…

...and there. This is what it is to fit, thought Spock. This is what it is to be exactly where he belonged.

McCoy drew back a little, enough to look Spock in the eye. “You sure?”

Spock nodded. “I am now.”

And then he kissed him.

Just a little note -- the song is “If I Needed You” by Townes Van Zandt. I’ve used it in fics before because it gives me serious Bones vibes. I actually had this scene in mind for one of those fics, but ended up using something else, so now you get it here.

#12daysofspones #spones #star trek #prompt: giving #yes i'm obsessed with this song

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noitsbecky127 · 2 years

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rebecca watches tos: and the children shall lead

The Gang Beams Down To A Colony Of Corpses

oh nvm a colony of corpses and one alive guy

now it’s a colony of corpses

this lady has weird marks on her

ok cyalodin’s a deadly chemical of some kind

so they all committed suicide, but why

the kids are alright though

wonder if it means anything that they’re doing ring around the roses in particular, given the origins of that song

ok it sucks that the colonists are dead but cool federation flag

yep ring around the roses is gonna be their track

the children COULD just be in denial, but lbr there’s something else going on here, it’s star trek

on an unrelated note their outfits are so stupid

I told my dad what’s happening in this ep and he was like “well of course they’re ok with it, now they can stay up as late as they want!”

oh weird stuff happening in the cave

jim are you ok

yeah this cave is having some kind of psychological effect and somehow it’s related to what happened here

kirk’s just like “fuck this shit I’m out”

meanwhile on the enterprise the kids are getting ice cream

I want ice cream now

the kids weren’t fans of the planet then

and now they’re just saying busy over and over

tommy seems to be the oldest so ig he’s the questioning target

he doesn’t really care about any of this

busy has a deeper meaning of some kind doesn’t it

this is a weird fucking chant they’ve got here

did they just summon something

ok so this thing is using the kids somehow, and it made them kill their parents

so the adults on the planet experienced the anxiety kirk was describing before, but the kids were excited

the kids didn’t seem very excited before

tommy somehow ended the video

do not let him stay here and watch

you’re letting him stay here and watch

tommy if you even fucking look at sulu I will stomp you to death with my hooves

TOMMY WHAT DID YOU MAKE SULU DO

ah he’s made them leave triacus, but making it still look like triacus onscreen

uhura notices though

nope not anymore

and down goes scotty

so whatever made them kill themselves was making them do other things before that

ok jim’s realizing the children are related to this

good luck beaming up the security team

oh god oh fuck there’s more guys and they’re getting beamed DOWN

damn rip to those two redshirts, what a way to go

and now the kids are chanting ominously on the bridge

and the guy is here

so…what are the kids’ stations?

wonder how kirk is gonna fix this one

and now sulu is seeing…giant swords?

but for uhura they just make her think she’s decrepit? yeah this was written by a man

meanwhile spock’s just being made to believe everything is fine, he’s the dog in the fire

making him disobey a direct order, that’s some powerful mind control there

I fucking hate Tommy

wtf did he do to jim

ok so jim thinks he’s losing command

fellas is it gay to hear your bro say your name and realize you’re not losing everything

oh god the kids got scotty

yeah they’ll figure out how to fix this without murder, this is star trek

and now the kids have chekov

tommy’s in the fucking captain’s chair

summoning the dude whether the kids like it or not

ah ok he’s called Gorgan

what is jim planning here

he’s planning…pictures

pictures of the kids happy on triacus

and now pictures of their dead parents, quite a juxtaposition

so the game plan here is “make the kids feel bad” and it’s WORKING

that’s a real fucked up looking dude now

man poor kids, this must be pretty fucking awful for them to realize

finally, sulu is free of sword hell

and uhura is free of evil mirror

this was quite an episode

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kairoscelrosis · 3 years

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Ocean Eyes - A Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Reader Fic

Series: Star Trek TOS

Pairings: Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Reader, Implied Spirk

Characters: Reader, Leonard “Bones” McCoy, James T Kirk, Spock, Montgomery Scotty, Nyota Uhura

Trigger Warnings: No triggers apply.

Word Count: 5,202 words

Author’s Note:

This is my first fic! It has a small amount of fluff, but its mainly full of a plot revolving around the two mentioned relationships.

You can also find this fic on Wattpad.

Summary:

Y/N is confused about her feelings for Dr. McCoy. When Spock and Kirk come to know, they devise a fantabulous plan to bring both of them together.

I was lying down on my bed in a darkened room. Thoughts wandered, but always stopped on one thing. Rather, on one person. It’s weird. I had always liked him a lot – platonically, of course. This was different. “What the hell?”, I said out loud. But that didn’t help the storm raging in my mind. My alarm beeped. 1530 hours. “Damn.” I huffed, got changed, and left for the Bridge. My eight-hour shift was about to begin.

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On the bridge

“Captain.”, I said in a confident, but tired voice. “Lieutenant Y/L/N reporting for Beta Shift.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.” Kirk replied without looking towards me. “Please report to Mr. Spock for this shift’s agenda. You will be taking over from him for the Beta shift.”

I walked over to Mr. Spock’s science station. “Commander Spock. Lieutenant Y/L/N reporting.” His head bobbed in a small greeting.

Spock and I had known each other since my academy days when he was my professor for most subjects. He was my role model and mentor, and I wanted to follow in his footsteps. He was also my closest friend on the ship.

After briefing me with the progress he had made on the current star charting assignment and about his inferences on the nearby nebula, Spock walked over to Kirk, and whispered something. Kirk nodded and said, “Please continue with our research assignments. Mr. Sulu, you have the conn. I’ll be in my quarters.”

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Spock’s POV

After filling in Y/N, I walked over to the Captain and quietly said, “Captain, I would like to speak with you.” He nodded, gave his usual orders, and both of us left the bridge for his quarters.

Once in the sanctuary of his quarters, the Captain turned to me, and asked, “What is it, Mr. Spock? You seem concerned.”

I replied in the affirmative, and said, “My concern is for Lieutenant Y/L/N, sir. She seems to be ‘out of her elements’, as would be expressed in Terran colloquial.”

The Captain offered a small, though rueful smile at this. “I agree with you Mr. Spock. She is not one of the outspoken ones, but she does seem a bit… subdued. Perhaps we should ask her what the problem is?”

“Perhaps. Though I have another suggestion sir. We are going to take a short shore leave on Star Base 12 in a few hours. Why not relieve Lieutenant Y/L/N early from her Beta shift so that she can recuperate and make the most out of this shore leave?”

“Yes Mr. Spock. An excellent idea. Anyhow, we take shore leaves only once in a blue moon, so why not allow her to rest a bit before going back out into the dark. I believe we will establish orbit around Star Base 12 by 1800 hours. I myself will relieve her at 1830 hours. Thank you for bringing this to my notice Mr. Spock.”

“My pleasure.”

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A few hours later…

Y/N’s POV

After several attempts to refuse an early shore leave and in complete denial of any need of this favour, I had finally beamed down onto Star Base 12.

Along with Scotty.

You might wonder why I was accompanied by the Chief Engineer. That was because of my resistance to go down. Kirk had asked Scotty to accompany me so that I did not sneak back onto the ship. I sighed inwardly.

Wanting to make the most of this time, I asked Scotty to come along with me to a street market. I loved the vibe of street markets – the dim lights, the muffled voices, walking around – it was the perfect ambience to relax.

“Hey Scotty! Come on!” I turned and called to Scotty, who was dragging his feet like a bored teenager. “Ach lass! I didn’t know that I’d have to babysit ya today. I wanted to go to the bar.” He moaned.

“Okay, okay, Lieutenant Commander Scott. Lieutenant Y/L/N will not hold you for long. Come, roam around with me for a while, and then we’ll both go to the bar.”

His face lit up like that of a child on Christmas morning. After that, there was a certain bounce in his step, not stalling anymore.

While scanning the stalls, I saw a small, wooden stringed instrument which piqued my interest. Picking it up gingerly, I held it in my hands. It felt right.

“Ah lass! What are ya doing with a ukulele?”

“You know the name of this instrument?” The shopkeeper asked, visibly surprised.

“Yes of course! My gran used to play this really well. She got it as an heirloom from her mother, who got it from her mother.”

I strummed the strings of the ukulele tentatively. A beautiful sound, though not very melodious, emerged.

“Can I buy this? It’s beautiful.”

The shopkeeper smiled, “You have really good taste. I can see you play this beautifully. That will be ten credits. If you want, I can teach this to you as well.” Her offer seemed genuine.

“Thank you so much!”

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At the bar

I let an evil grin emerge. Scotty had his head down. I had known his weakness, and now I had the chance to escape.

Well, escape is a strong word, but I had been forced to come down – so it was justified.

I had just drunk a glass of iced tea, not preferring to be hungover the next morning. I had never really liked drinking anyway.

As I was sneaking out of the bar, I saw HIM coming in. My heart immediately jumped into my mouth, beating like crazy. I hid behind the table where an employee was granting entry to the guests. He gave me a weird look but did nothing about me being there.

Once certain that HE was gone, I brushed my clothes, held my head high and started to walk towards the door, when I heard someone call me, and I froze.

“Y/N? Whatcha doin’ here? I thought ya didn’t drink.” The southern drawl rolling smoothly off his tongue.

“H-Hey Doc. Yeah, I don’t drink. I was just giving Scotty some company. I’m going back to my room now.”

“’Kay, great! Have a nice evening.” He sauntered away to where Scotty lay knocked out.

This was getting harder day by day.

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The next morning

I was back in my quarters on the Enterprise. Last night had been great, though I won’t admit this to anyone.

After encountering Bones at the bar, I had gone to the shopkeeper who had sold me the ukulele, and I sat there till late at night, learning the basics. I picked up the chords pretty quickly and was onto my first song by midnight. The street shops were open till 2 in the morning, and the shopkeeper seemed keen on teaching me, so I figured why not learn as much as I could.

She told me she had many copies (yes, actual paper copies!) of songs. She called them scores or sheet music. She gave me all the copies of scores she possessed, and I was so grateful!

Rand smuggled me back onto the ship by manning the transporter. She was going down in a while and didn’t mind disobeying Kirk.

The clock flashed 0800 hours as I was snapped out of my thoughts about the previous night. I wanted to utilize the rest of my shore leave efficiently. I got up, showered, and walked to the replicator. When nothing came out even after swiping the card multiple times, I let a sigh out and decided that I’d have to go to the mess.

I swaggered along the deserted decks and corridors of the ship, making no effort to conceal myself. Most people were down on the planet, including the two I wanted to avoid.

Walking into the mess, I ordered popcorn (weird choice, I know) and sat down. Spock, who had entered the mess just after me, slid into the seat opposite me, both of us falling into a comfortable silence. We often had our breakfast together. I was one of the people closest to Spock.

Putting down the Vulcan equivalent of an apple, Spock looked at me and asked, “How are you Y/N? You seemed extremely sombre yesterday. That is unlike you.”

The corner of my mouth lifted slightly at his concern. “I am fine.” I replied. “I guess the work got to me. Yesterday was a nice break.” So much for not telling anyone, I thought, amused. “I don’t think Kirk thought of relieving me early yesterday. Someone else was behind that move.” I gave a teasing grin. Spock’s eyes crinkled in a semblance of a grin.

Once done with our respective meals, I said, “Come to my quarters tonight, Spock. I’ll tell you about my evening and you can tell me about yours. Maybe I’ll even play you something. Bring your lyre as well. I wanna hear you play it.”

Spock bobbed his head, confirming that he’d be there.

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That evening

I heard knocking at the door. “Come in.” Spock walked in with his Vulcan lyre in hand. I gave him a smile.

Though my quarters were small, I had made enough space for us to sit comfortably, without invading each other’s space. He sat down on the straight backed, cushioned seat which he preferred, and I pulled my desk chair to sit on.

We talked about the events of last night, me reciting everything other than the event when I ran into the Doc (that incident was kept to myself for the time being). Spock told how he had done some work in the science lab, read a book, and practiced playing the lyre (though he didn’t need any).

“You said that you were going to play for me?” It was more a request than a question. “Yeah.”, I replied. “I bought this old Terran stringed instrument called the ukulele yesterday, and the lady who sold it to me taught me how to read sheet music and also helped me play my first song. It’s “Ocean Eyes” by Billie Eilish from 2016. I’ve heard it before. You wanna hear it?”

Spock lifted his eyebrows in classic Spock fashion, essaying his agreement.

I rarely sang, but when I did, it was only in the privacy of my own quarters. Spock had heard me sing, though not very often.

I started strumming, trying to pick the beat from where I had to start the vocal.

I've been watchin' you for some time Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes Burning cities and napalm skies Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes Your ocean eyes.

No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen fro…

I faltered. Spock nodded, his eyes intently watching, eyebrow perked. I could see something glint in his eyes but didn’t understand what it was. I resumed the strumming.

I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes.

I've been walkin' through a world gone blind Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind Careful creature made friends with time He left her lonely with a diamond mind And those ocean eyes.

No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes.

I had been nervous, not because it was my first time playing this song in front of somebody (because I knew Spock would never disregard the importance of beginning, and subsequently growing as a person), but because this song reminded me of a certain someone. If Spock connected the dots, I don’t know what his reaction would be, and whether he would tell McCoy or Jim.

There was silence for a moment. Spock opened his mouth to say something, but then, his communicator beeped. Flipping it open, he said, “Spock here.”

Kirk’s voice cracked through. “Mr. Spock. I request you to please report to my quarters. I have an urgent matter to discuss with you.”

Spock looked at me, that glint still there. I nodded my assent and picked up his lyre from my bed and handed it to him, as he stood from his chair to leave.

I mouthed, “See you later”, and then the door shut.

Lying down on my bed, I decided that it would be best to go to sleep.

But sleep just wouldn’t come.

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Spock’s POV

I had had a nice evening with Y/N, though the lyrics of her song still perplexed me. I was reminded of someone by those lyrics, but I can’t seem to determine whom. My brain was “short-circuiting”, as Jim would say, but I was not able to put a finger on who the song pointed to. I had known Y/N long enough to know that this wasn’t just “nothing”, though that’s what she wanted me to believe.

I didn’t know what to make of Jim’s call either. He had planned to stay ashore for at least 12 more hours, but he now was aboard the ship. Though Jim’s words had been authoritative, his tone was friendly and indicated that this had nothing to do with the ship.

I knocked on the door of Jim’s quarters, and heard a small “Come in”. When I walked in, Jim was seated at his desk, his hands intertwined into a tent. “A ‘deep in thought’ position” I thought.

“Jim. Is something troubling you?” Jim looked up and gestured me to sit down. I complied. “No Spock, nothing is troubling me. It’s just, I think I know now why Y/N has been so quiet.”

I gave him a quizzical look.

“Spock, I believe you were with Y/N when I called you?” I nodded. I couldn’t understand where this was going.

“What were you doing?” One of my eyebrows lifted in confusion. Why was Jim asking that?

“Jim, I don’t think you should ask that. I think, on Earth, this is called snooping. Though you are a good friend of Y/N’s, it is my moral responsibility not to tell you anything about what she told or did in confidence.”

Jim’s eyes expressed the same warmth as his smile when I said that. “True gentleman you are, Mr. Spock. Okay, I’ll tell you why I asked that question.” My eyebrows perched higher, indicating my interest.

“I was going to Y/N’s chamber to admonish her for not following her Captain’s orders.”

My expression moved from interested to inquiring.

“I had ordered Y/N to stay on the planet for the entirety of the shore leave. However, when I went to her room at the lodging, she wasn’t there. She had told McCoy that she would be in her room. I knew where she would be – in her quarters, aboard the Enterprise. I walked to her quarters, mock-fuming, and was about to knock, when I heard her start singing.”

I opened my mouth to rebuke Jim for eavesdropping, when he interrupted, “I know Spock, but I had no intention to eavesdrop. I was just drawn to her voice and that song. I love that song.”

“Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish?”

“Yeah, that one. I was surprised that you didn’t hear me standing outside, what with your enhanced hearing.”

I paused for a moment before I spoke, staring past Jim’s shoulder, my eyes resting on his laurels. “I had been thinking about something.”

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Jim’s POV

Spock had apparently zoned out. That was a first.

“I think I can guess what you were thinking about.”

Spock’s eyebrows flew up. “Do you?” he enquired.

“Yes Spock, I think I do. And I think you do too, now. You have arrived at a conclusion, and I would like you to share it with me.”

Spock seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then turned to face me. “I think this has something to do with Dr. McCoy.” My smile turned into a grin. Spock was REALLY smart with this stuff for a person who swore by logic. Spock took this as a confirmation that he was correct.

“I assume I am correct. However, I do not fully understand.”, he remarked.

“My dear Spock, I was surprised that you inferred this much.” If Spock’s brows could go higher, they would have. “It is my hypothesis that Y/N likes Dr. McCoy, but she is in denial.” Spock’s face expressed a mixture of distaste and bewilderment. I chuckled.

“I have known Y/N since our academy days. She is slightly younger than me, but she was always a prodigy. Always top of the class. Not just with marks or grades, but with her work ethic as well. She has never been in a relationship; she never felt the need to be in one. Now, she reminds me a lot of someone I know. Maybe that’s why both of them are such good friends.” I looked at Spock. His face radiated a hint of pride.

I continued. “And now, she is faced by this overwhelming feeling, one I doubt she ever felt before. And she is uncertain, how to act on this feeling, or whether to act at all.”

Realization dawned on Spock’s visage. Then, it was replaced by dubiousness and even a hint of distaste. “But why Dr. McCoy?” he asked. I let out a hearty laugh. Everyone knew of the friendly banter between him and McCoy.

“No Jim, I am serious. I care for Y/N deeply, though not in a romantic sense. If the doctor did anything to hurt her, I would disapprove.”

By “disapprove” I knew Spock would go on a killing spree. And the first would be Bones. I grinned inwardly. This was starting to get interesting, and I now had a chance to tease Spock.

“Isn’t disapproval a human emotion?” I tried (and failed) to keep the smirk off my face.

Spock looked at me dead in the eyes. My stomach suddenly became a bottomless pit. With an intense gaze, he whispered, “Yes.”

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Bones’ POV

I was on my way to the Transporter Room when Uhura said that she had a message from Joanna. Her messages really made my day. I asked her to transfer the message to the intercom in the Transporter Room.

I walked into the transporter room, which seemed to be deserted. “Never mind”, I thought. I would have preferred to listen to the message alone, so I didn’t mind. I switched on the intercom and confirmed that I had reached the Transporter Room.

Immediately, Joanna’s message started playing.

“Hey Papa!”, her sweet voice chirped. I smiled. “I was a few light years away from Earth, so decided that why not spend my holiday on our home planet. I went to Georgia and checked on our house and the farm. Everything is in place. I am off to India to spend a week or two. I have a month before I join the Farragut as their nurse trainee. I am really excited! Tell me if the Enterprise’s schedule matches with the Farragut’s, so that we can meet soon. Love you and meet you soon!”

“Wow”, I breathed. “What an exciting young lady.” I thanked Uhura, and then typed up my message on my PADD and sent it to her. I still like sending her emails, though they were considered ancient. “Hmm.” I hummed. “Forever the sensualist.”

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Later that evening

I was trying to find the bar where Scotty had asked me to join him, when I caught a glimpse of Y/N coming out of a bar. I had heard that she had been accompanied by Scotty onto the surface, so I started walking towards her. I heard some laughter and turned to look in the direction of the commotion. Seeing nothing of significance, I faced again towards my destination, searching for Y/N, but she had disappeared. “Weird”, I mumbled.

I stepped into the foyer and was about to enter the bar when I turned around, wondering where Y/N had gone. And there she was! I called out her name and made small talk. Then we both went our separate ways.

I spotted Scotty and hurried towards his seat. “Got started without me, huh?”, I teased. Scotty, who had had is head down, lifted it and slurred, “Why are yer cheeks red, eh McCoy? Had a swig on the ship, huh?” I knitted my eyebrows together. I hadn’t been drinking. I dismissed it to be the cold.

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A few hours later

A blinding light flashed in my eyes. “Who’s it? What’re you doin’?” I caught a glimpse of a blue shirt. It reminded me of someone.

“Y/N?”

“Bones why do you have to drink so much? You always get hungover and start hallucinating. Then I have to take care of you. Dammit, I’m a Starship captain, not a doctor.”

“Ah Jimmy boy. Take me home now, will ya?”

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The next morning

I woke up with a splitting headache. When I opened my eyes and looked around that I realized I was not in my quarters. Hell, I wasn’t even on the Enterprise.

“Shit.” I cursed softly.

“Finally, you are up, huh? I really think you could’ve given Sleeping Beauty a run for the money.”

I huffed. I knew that voice well. Maybe too well. And I knew what that meant. “I’m sorry Jim. Just got flown away with the drinking last night. I don’t even remember you picking me up.”

“I think we should stop booking an extra room for you. You always end up crashing in mine during shore leaves.”, Jim remarked sarcastically, getting up from the reading chair and putting down his PADD.

“Drink this. You’ll feel better.” He handed me a glass of lemonade.

“What, you’re gonna use my own hacks against me?”

“Shut up and drink it.”

I accepted the glass and started taking sips from it.

“You know, you said something last night which made me think a lot.”

“Well, that’s new.” I remarked with a smirk.

Jim feigned annoyance, then continued. “You know, when I came to pick you up last night, I was wearing a blue shirt.”

“Mh-hm”

“And when you saw me, you said, ‘Y/N?’. Were you expecting her or something?”

“Hmm. I don’t remember saying that actually. Maybe that was because I saw her last night before going into the bar. She was hiding from somebody, I guess. And I was surprised to even see her at a bar – she doesn’t drink, you know.”

Jim nodded. “Do you know where she went?”

“She said she was going to her room.” I said, matter-of-factly.

“’Kay.”

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That evening

Jim had left for the Enterprise – he had some work onboard. I decided that I’d roam around the markets for a while. I never was a fan of shopping, but Christine always asked me to take small memorabilia from each planet I visited for Joanna. She seemed to like it – so I didn’t mind too much.

Hands tucked behind my back, I strolled through the stalls. I came across a shop selling ancient art prints. There were abstract paintings, movie poster recreations and the like. I picked up a print of warm toned abstract art and a recreation of the Titanic poster for Joanna. Suddenly, a small necklace and bracelet caught my eye. It didn’t seem to have any lustre, but it had an aura that I was drawn to. Entranced, I asked what it was.

“It is Vokaya – a rare Vulcan jewel.” The shopkeeper said. He was Vulcan as well. So much for being in a green-hobgoblin-free zone. But really, I was mesmerised by this ornament, and ended up buying it.

Walking back to my room, I huffed. I had never been an impulsive buyer. Thinking about the peculiar feeling that had filled me, I walked down the corridor and entered my room.

And collided with someone standing straight like a rod.

I groaned. I knew who this was.

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Y/N’s POV

The next morning

I finally got out of my bed – I had barely gotten any sleep. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about my encounter with Bones last night and Spock’s reaction to me singing that song. He must have figured it out by now.

“Well – how bad can the situation get?” I murmured.

Before I could go into the washroom to get ready for the day, I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

In stormed Jim Kirk – his expression unreadable.

“Captain? What happened? Is everything alright?”

“Jim, please; I’m off duty.” Sitting down on the chair where Spock had sat last night, he said, “Calm down Y/N. Nothing’s wrong. Can’t a friend come to talk to another friend when everyone else is on shore leave?” He flashed that “I am charming” smile. I rolled my eyes.

“Sit down Jim. Let me get dressed. Then we can have breakfast together in the mess.”

Jim shook his head. “I think we should eat in my quarters.”

That was new. Why did Jim want to have breakfast alone? “Okay…” I said, sounding hesitant.

Jim gave me a smile, a genuine one. “Don’t worry, Y/N. Really. It’s nothing.”

Knowing Jim for so many years had made one thing clear:

When he said, “It’s nothing.”, there really WAS something.

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Jim’s POV

When I entered Y/N’s quarters, she looked a mess. She had always been an extremely graceful and likeable person – after all, we both were nerds. But today, there was something off. She had eyebags beneath her eyes, and her tired demeanour indicated that she hadn’t gotten much sleep.

But I could not bail out on Spock’s plan. So, it would have to do.

Spock had come up with something which was very unlike Spock – but the man never failed to surprise me. We had done what we had to do with McCoy. It hadn’t been easy, because he would not sleep at night, and kept protesting when he woke up. But we had managed.

He was in his quarters, unaware what was happening. We had brought him aboard forcefully. He won’t sit there for long. We had to hurry.

“Hey, Jim. Let’s go.”

I snapped my head in the direction of the voice.

“After you”

As the door slid open, a small voice came through.

“I am sorry Y/N.”

And then, Y/N slumped unconscious.

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A few hours later

Bones POV

Spock and Jim had been acting weird. Like, they have always been slightly off their hooks, but today, there was an air of urgency about them.

That is extremely discomforting with Spock, because usually he is the patient one preventing Jim from running around like a headless chicken.

I was pacing around my quarters. I had been asked to stay inside until called. “Captain’s orders.”, Jim had said.

I huffed. Did he really think I was going to listen to him? It had been a while since they had left, and I decided to get some work done.

Before I could decide what was the agenda for today, my intercom whistled. “McCoy here.”

“Uhura here.” Her voice was strained. “Doctor, please hurry to the Bridge. There is an emergency. Y/N has fainted.” Cursing under my breath, I picked up my medical kit and rushed out of the door.

The doors of the turbolift slid open and I walked out, worried what had happened. I looked around but there was no one. Perplexed, I scanned the bridge for any signs of hastened evacuation. My eyes landed on a head poking from the Captain’s chair.

I walked to the chair and turned it around. Y/N was slumped unconscious in it. I took her pulse, but it was really faint. I took out a hypo and filled it with cordrazine. This was risky material, but it would wake Y/N up for sure. The hypo hissed as it pressed it into her forearm, and she stirred.

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Y/N’s POV

My head was throbbing. My eyes fluttered, but they won’t open. “Too bright”, I mumbled. Someone standing next to me said, “Computer, dim the lights.” The voice mumbled something, then stopped. My eyes opened, and then focussed on the person kneeling beside me. “Doctor?” I said, voice cracking.

“Yeah Y/N. What happened? Why did you faint? Why are you sitting in the Captain’s chair? Do you remember anything?”

I looked around, a bewildered look covering my face. I didn’t remember coming to the bridge. “I don’t know Doc… I don’t even remember coming to the bridge…” McCoy got up quickly and started examining me with his tricorder.

“No signs of mental trauma. Are you sure you don’t remember coming here?” I nodded. Looking around, I now noticed that the lighting was pinkish. “Hey Doc… why is the lighting here pink?” I failed to keep the smile off my face.

He chuckled. “I don’t know. When you woke up, I ordered the computer to dim the lights. It did, but the lights also became pink.”

Suddenly, it hit me. “Oh my God. I just remembered. This has something to do with Jim. And Spock. Jim had come to my quarters to invite me for breakfast. When I was about to walk out, somebody said, ‘I am sorry Y/N.’, and then I fainted.”

McCoy’s eyes had grown wide. He seemed angry. “Come on. Let’s find the two devils.”

I tried getting up but stumbled. McCoy held my forearm and held me up. Then he stopped. “Y/N. There’s a piece of paper stuck to your back.” Confused, I asked him to remove it. “It won’t come off.”

“What does it say?”

“Um… It says, ‘I’ve been watching you for some time; Can’t stop staring at those ocean eyes.’”

I froze. I turned around to face McCoy and opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

I couldn’t decipher the expression on his face, but I could see the gears turning in his mind. Would he be angry? Or upset? I half expected him to just shrug and walk away, when surprisingly he held my hand and kissed it.

I tilted my head like a confused squirrel, giving him a look of *almost* disbelief.

He chuckled, “Yeah I get it now. But before we get all sweet, I really wanna hunt down both the red-blooded and the green-blooded devils. They are not going to get away with this.”

I looked into his eyes, for the first time today.

And I felt myself sinking deep into the ocean of his eyes.

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Epilogue

Spock’s POV

We had watched the events on the bridge as they took place trough the security cameras. By we, I mean Jim, I and Uhura.

Uhura was laughing so hard that she was on the verge of choking. Jim was bursting with laughter and happiness, his cheeks red. The sight made me want to smile broadly.

“Oh my God Spock, you really are a genius. This was the cleverest shipping of two people ever!”

I tilted my head, asking him what “shipping” meant.

“Never mind. Let’s go now. Otherwise, Bones will hypo the lives out of us. And Y/N adding to the party is not going to be beneficial.”

He gripped my hand and lead the way, running through the corridors of our beloved ship.

And I didn’t mind being by his side one bit.

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theodorebasmanov · 3 years

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I’ve watched “Boldly Go!” (which’s, as a matter of fact, a Star Trek parody musical) and AAAAAAAA!

I don’t even know what to think of it. On the one hand, it’s unbearably awkward and sometimes VERY embarrassing. On the other hand, I had to stop the video a few times just to laugh and scream and cry (mostly cry in a good sense). They collected all Star Trek jokes and quotes they could (probably except Kirk and the salad, or I just didn’t notice that one) and put them into one show. I mean they literally had a song sang by McCoy about “I’m a doctor not a *another profession*”. I guess one the best jokes which weren’t in the series (or was it?) was when Bones told Spock: “I’m all ears” and then this happens:

And they had many classical Spock-McCoy argues, this, for example, is especially funny:

I mean – I’m not even going to retell you the plot because if something isn’t important here – it’s the plot. The jokes, the songs and the dances but not the plot. And there are romances: between Kirk and Doctor Marcus (which is pretty expectable), between Spock and a random Andorian scientist and the most unexpectable Doctor McCoy and Nurse Chapel.

Let’s go by order:

Kirk. There are a lot of jokes about him, but I guess they were a little bit too much. I mean yes, he had a lot of girlfriends in the series, but after rewatching even I’ve learned that he isn’t a womanizer. And here they showed him as an absolute arrogant self-centred… man (I wanted to write something bad but didn’t want to swear and to be honest – even in the musical, he isn’t that bad – just very exaggerated, much more than the others). Jim, you’ve torn your shirt again:

Spock. Yes – they made him have a romance and it’s very odd. He wants to do everything “Vulcan way”

but everybody’s trying to help him – Kirk gives him bad pick-up advice, Uhura and Scotty offer him to dance the tango.

Everything works out well, but during the song in which they confess love to each other, it felt so strange and uncomfortable that I bit my fist to red spots.

McCoy. Well, I can’t say anything special about him but nurse Chapel… Firstly – she’s a brunet! Secondly, who even came up with the idea that they should be in love?!

There are also some details I’d like to mention: the accents (Chekov’s and Scotty’s) aren’t very good (it’s fine, but just caught my ear), I didn’t get the Sulu thing – why did they show that he had some kind of fetish about the captain chair? I don’t remember anything like this in the series.

(I guess, spoilers!)

They even copied the Spock’s death scene from the end of “The Wrath of Khan”. They really did – and it was a song – a duet of Spock and Kirk that they are friends and that Kirk won’t let him say goodbye. And here they had me crying. Even though I knew that they would have him alive in like two minutes it was so emotional and well played and written.

What I’d like to spot as a disadvantage of that musical: it’s a musical about Star Trek, a parody, I don’t know – a fanfiction in the very sense of the word and it’s absolutely and overwhelmingly… straight. You could have done anything! I’m not even talking about Spirk (I’m not a fan of it myself) but at least anything – Uhura and Chapel, for example. ANYTHING. And they didn’t. But, I guess, it’s just my problem.

Anyway – I had a pretty good time watching it.

And - I finally defeated Gifs.com (because it’s the only platform I know where you can make gifs from a two and a half hours of a YouTube video) and made gifs - all gifs from the musical are mine (and bloody hell, how much time I spent trying to get them smaller, so that Tumbler would let me load them).

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years

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RP STARTERS FROM TORI AMOS'S “BOYS FOR PELE” ALBULM (PART TWO OF TWO)

“Maybe I’m the afterglow.”

“I’m with the band, you know.”

“Don’t you hear the laughter?”

“I am the anchorman.”

“Gonna meet a great big star.”

“Gonna drive his great big car.”

“Gonna have it all here.”

“Keep your head down.”

“It wasn’t my bullet.

“Don’t take me back to the range.”

“I’m just coming out of the cell in my brain.”

“She’d do anything to save her man.”

“Round and a round and a round I go.”

“Only you can save my soul.”

“You got to know these days which side you’re on.”

“He’s chasing tornadoes.”

“I’m just waiting calmly.”

“It must be worth losing, if it is worth something.”

“She’s brand new to you.”

“You had a double tongue.”

“Say goodbye to a glitter girl.”

“Do you know what I have done?”

“What you want is in the blood of Senators.”

“He did it right quickly, a merciful man.”

“I always could accessorize.”

“It’s in God’s hands.”

“I don’t know who the father is.”

“Another pilot down.”

“Think I got the message figured.”

“Devils with halos, in beautiful capes.”

“I see that screen go down in the flames.”

“With every beautiful heel pointed.”

“Maybe I’ll just sing him a last little sound.”

“Gotta tell you what I heard.”

“I know all the girls on all the world tours.”

“He’s got palm oil pants.”

“He’s down and there and everywhere.”

“He’s getting in too deep.”

“You’ll never gain weight from a doughnut hole.”

“Had me a trick and a kick.”

“There’s no one here, dear, no one at all.”

“If I’m wasting all your time, this time, maybe you never learned to take.”

“I’m hanging on to your shade.”

“I guess I’m way beyond the pale.”

“Blood can be pretty, like a delicate man.”

“Copper to steel to a hinge that has faltered that lets you in.”

“Something’s just keeping you numb.”

“You told me last night you were a sun now, with your very own devoted satellite.”

“Happy for you, and I am sure that I hate you.”

“I’m quite sure I’m in the wrong song.”

“Honey, we’re recovering Christians.”

“He was going to show me spring.”

“Right there for a minute, I knew you so well.”

“Got an angry snatch, girls you know what I mean.”

“Swiveling that hip doesn’t do the trick.”

“Mr. Sulu, warp speed!”

“Every road leads back to my door.”

“Every road I will follow.”

“Got all your crosses loaded.”

“I know she’s not that foxy.”

“You’re your momma’s sunshine.”

“You’ve got to give something sometimes.”

“You’re the sweetest cherry in an apple pie.”

“Does anyone know why you play with an orange rind?”

“You say you packed my things and divided what was mine.”

“Her skinny legs could use sun.”

“I’m wishing for my best impression of Angie Dickinson.”

“You still look pretty when you’re putting the damage on.”

“Don’t make me scratch on your door.”

“I never left you.”

“I only just turned around.”

“I’m trying not to move.”

“It’s just your ghost passing through.”

“I’ve never seen a light move like yours can do to me.”

“I’ve got a ticket to your late show.”

“That star can twinkle.”

“I know a girl twice as hard.”

“I know she’s watching that star.”

“I’ve gotta stay hidden in this abbey.”

“I killed a man.”

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #tori amos #boys for pele

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erin-hollow · 3 years

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tag game: 17 questions and 17 people

tagged by @droids-in-disguise

nickname: Squishy, Bert

zodiac: Sagittarius

height: I dunno, but shorter than my brother

hogwarts house: Hufflepuff (obligatory fuck JKR)

last thing i googled: Did Sulu die?

song(s) stuck in my head: I want it that way (because I just watched that tiktok)

number of followers: 70

hours of sleep: 11pm - 8am

lucky number:

dream job: Editor

currently wearing: Camp t-shirt and green pants

favorite author: I’m into both Philip Pullman and Shel Silverstein right now.

favorite instrument: Guitar, but I haven’t played in months

aesthetic: I really don’t spend too much time on how I look

favorite song:

favorite animal noise: Frogs :)

random: I’m watching season two of His Dark Materials. I like how Texas its own country, and how Jopary must find it funny since he’s from our universe. I feel bad for pretty much everyone right now.

@rreevveerriiee @eldritchsquared @under-the-blue-moonlight @omgtheywerebodymates @julieholiday @mcgonagalldefenseleague @theog22 (sorry I forgot your main) @ubaby123 No pressure and this is everyone i can think of right now

#chain post #long post

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worfs-fabulous-hair · 2 years

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Series I'm currently on : TOS

Episodes watched: 01x04 - 01x06

Episode names:

The Naked Time

The Enemy Within

Mudd's Women

Thoughts:

The Naked Time

These hazmat suits don't look very effective with the bottom of the head price being open.

Oh you dumb bitch why did you just off you hazmat glove, touch something and then rub your face under the mask, then do it another time after touching more things with your still uncovered hand.

What is this medical table, it looks pretty cool but I know from experience that being on medical tables that move like that are absolutely terrifying.

Spock has blue eyeshadow

Sulu is just trying to have a decent conversation and this guy is just losing his shit, like he just pulled a knife on everyone

Sulu is walking through the halls with a sword and chasing people with it but their just looking at him like 😕 like completely unimpressed

Ominously singing songs of death through the pa system

It's apparently really easy to over power the entire engineering crew

Bowling alley ? There's a bowling alley on this ship ?

More misogyny

More ominous death songs over the pa system as Scotty places bombs

Love confession for Spock out of left field, aight

Spock's balling his eyes out

Also they've taken out the dude that was ominously singing about death

This cut away with sulu screaming is so funny

Spock : Jim you are my friend I care for you deeply Jim : * starts slapping Spock violently *

McCoy just casually rips kirk's shirt in half to inject him with a medicine

Now their time traveling ???

They are so casual about having found the formula for time travel like Kirk really said " oh cool, any ways "

Other episodes under the cut

The Enemy Within

Unicorn dog , unicorn dog , unico-

I like the idea that there is just a whole bunch of crew members that wear kimonos all the time as a uniform .

Evil twin

Not the Debby Ryan smirk from the evil twin

Does Kirk let everyone in his room while he's shirtless straight out of the shower or is that just Spock

Evil Kirk assaults a women

The fake blood they use is such a bright magenta color

Kirk owns foundation ?

Really bad transitions lets go

Spock being really excited to learn things about humans and their behavior while still remaining emotionless is something I will always give Lenard Nemoy major prop for.

Five bros , huddled up in a parachute 0 feet apart because it's -75° and they can't be beamed back up

They killed the unicorn dog I'm so sad now

These guys were stuck in -170° weather and they only had "a bit of frost bite " like their all unconscious bones

Wing man Spock

Mudd's Women

Gay cowboy

Gay cowboy has ship with women that are very distracting to all of the men of the ship but as usual when faced with a pretty woman Spock is unamused

Darlings

This guy is a pimp , like most definitely a pimp he keeps saying shit like y'all better not tell them anything or y'all better not do this and then goes haha I mean enjoy your time on the enterprise my darlings

I really like the girls' dresses

Spock and Scotty are ready to hate crime the gay cowboy

This man is on the run and didn't even change his appearance in order to hide

People keep getting called out for being horny on this show , I'm here for it

This guy keeps forgetting that he's being watch not only through cameras but by security crew members

Why is it that every time bones sees a pretty lady he becomes entirely feral

I feel like Spock knows everything that's going on but is just amused by how all of the men on the ship are going monkey brain over these women .

Oh , he's a drug dealer . Ok .

Gay cowboy makes deal with lonely miners stuck on isolated planet that he will pimp out his women to them if they negotiate his charges getting dropped

One of the women no longer wants to be a drug addict or pimped out , she decides running into a storm is the easiest way to do that

Miner finds out that gay cowboy is a con man

Woman finds out that she's taken so many drugs that she has developed super powers of her own

Bones makes a jab at Spock and Spock almost smiles and then the episode ends.

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #spock #jim kirk #montgomery scott #hikaru sulu #harry mudd #christine chapel #janice rand #nyota uhura #i had heard of mudd before but i wasn't expecting a gay cowboy pimp

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 5 years

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Does Your Mother Know - Jim Kirk

Fic #5 of the Mamma Mia! Prompts Song: Does Your Mother Know

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader Word Count: 1,559 Synopsis: The reader grew up with Jim and hasn’t seen him since they were kids. Now that she’s on the Enterprise, she learns more about him than her mother told her.

“D’aakan Forse, Willem Boldeft, Y/N Y/LN-”

“Wait, did you just say Y/N Y/LN?” Jim asked, cutting Spock off in his roll call of new members joining the Enterprise.

“Yes?” Spock said, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “Your facial expression implies that you know this Y/N?”

“Yeah, yeah, we grew up together. Where is she stationed?”

“In Med Bay with Dr. McCoy.” He twisted his lips in thought, thinking about the last summer you spent together.

“Let Bones know she’s an old friend, alright? Give her the best treatment.”

“Yes, Captain,” Spock said, nodding as he dismissed himself. He still had a list of names to check off, but it was clear Jim’s mind was elsewhere.

Nearly every time the Enterprise landed, a few new crew members would replace the ones that needed some leave. Today was no different, except that you weren’t just another face in the crowd. Jim rarely recognized the new crew members, except for a few good looking ones, and he most certainly never went to introduce himself to them the moment they got aboard.

He reminded himself, though, as he stepped into Med Bay, that you were not just a new crew member. You were his childhood best friend.

It had been years since he had seen you. The last time had been back when you were kids, and as he walked into Med Bay, he didn’t recognize the little girl who raced him down the dusty streets of Iowa.

“Excuse me,” he said, stopping a blue shirt, “Is there a Y/N Y/LN here?”

“I’m Y/N.” He looked up at you and did a double take. As he looked into your eyes he realized that he did recognize them, even though everything else had changed.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you look amazing.” You laughed awkwardly, flashing a gorgeous smile that made Jim’s stomach do a few flips.

“Thank you. Do I know you?”

“Yeah, it’s Jim. Jim Kirk.” You looked at him curiously before your eyes widened and you quickly wrapped your arms around him.

“Oh my god, Jim, it’s so good to see you! My mom said you were a captain now, but I had no idea it was on the Enterprise.”

“Y/L/N, can I get a hand over here?” Bones called, already patching up a new red shirt.

“Oh, I should get going,” you said, your smile falling as you took a step in that direction.

“Catch up later, then?” Jim asked hopefully.

“Sure.”

“Great,” he said, smiling as he backed out of the room, watching you until he physically couldn’t anymore.

“Oh, Captain, there you are,” Chekov said, nearly running into Jim. “We are ready for takeoff.”

“Alright. I’ll be right there. Can you find out when a new Med Bay worker has a break? Last name Y/L/N?”

“Uh, yes, sir,” Chekov said, clearly confused by his request.

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“Rumor has it you’re stalking me, Kirk,” you said, walking into the lounge. When you got off your first shift on the Enterprise, you went to your room, where your roomate deliverd you a note from Jim, asking you to meet him for a cup of coffee.

When you walked in he laughed at your joke, looking up at you with the bluest eyes you had ever seen. He motioned for you to sit down and brought you over a cup of coffee.

“I’m sorry if it came off as stalkerish,” he said, sitting next to you, “I just haven’t seen you in so long.”

“I know,” you said, smiling at him, “You don’t even look like that kid who followed me around all the time.”

“Yeah,” Jim said, “I did age well.” You rolled your eyes but still laughed.

“Yeah, you did. Nothing like me, though.”

“You’re right.” His fingers danced carefully across the table and trailed across your hands. He went to hold your hand before you pulled it away.

“My mom didn’t say anything about how fast you move.”

“Not necessarily something to write home about. But you do look good, Y/N.”

“Did you invite me here to ask me out?”

“Too soon?” Jim asked, cringing slightly.

“Too soon. But you are cute, so I’ll give you a pass. Why don’t we just get to know each other again?”

“Not usually my gambit, but I’ll bite.”

“Oh, I bet you do.” He smiled at you, feeling his stomach flip again.

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Two weeks later, Jim came down to Med Bay with another ‘injury.’ Bones rolled his eyes and directed him over to you. You rolled your eyes and walked over.

“What’s wrong this time, Captain?”

“My eyes. Maybe you should look deep into them.” You sighed and reached for a flashlight on your side table.

“You’re so hot, teasing me,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“What’s wrong with being hot?”

“So you’re blue but I can’t take a chance on a guy like you.”

“I’m, uh, actually wearing yellow.” You raised your eyebrow, waiting a moment for him to understand what you were saying. “Ohhh,” he said with a smile. “Well, doc, do you see anything?”

“There’s that look in your eyes,” you said seriously. “I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild.” He laughed, leaning back in his chair. You clicked off your flashlight, frowning at him. “Jim, we’ve got to stop this.”

“You’re right. We should take this somewhere more private.” He looked at your face, seeing that you were still reluctant. “At least, that’s what I want. If that’s not-”

“Oh, I can see what you want. But it seems pretty soon to be searching for that kind of fun.”

“It’s not too soon.”

“Jim, I’m not the one.”

“You could be,” he said, standing up. You looked into his eyes again, frowning.

“Does your mother know that you act like this?”

“Uh, no, she doesn’t. If you would like to tell her next Christmas, though-”

“Jim.” He nodded, seeing that his flirting had passed over to annoyance.

“Alright, I’ll take it easy. You know I’m interested, but I’m gonna stop chasing you. Come to me if you want that date.”

“Will do.”

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“What, no visits from Jim today?” Bones asked five days later.

“Yeah, he decided to give the constant flirting with me thing a rest.”

“Hmm, I’ve never seen Jim put that much effort into another person.”

“What?”

“Nothing, he just usually gives up after the first try. And the fact that he’s given up on you, because he likes you so much, I don’t know, he must really like you.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you said, trying to focus on anything else.

“You know, he comes off as an ass, but he is a good man. His mama raised him right.”

“I know she did.” Bones rolled his eyes and set his pad down on the table with a thud.

“I know you miss him, Y/N. You look at the door longingly every time it swings open.”

“No, I do not.”

“Just, go ask him out.” You started to argue but shook your head. He was right.

“Fine.”

You made your way up to the Bridge. It was late at night, so it was only Jim, Sulu, and Uhura on the Bridge. He looked back and did a double take.

“Oh, you are a sight for sore eyes. Sulu, man the Bridge?”

“Yes, Captain.” Jim walked you over to the elevator, motioning for you to step in first.

“I’m glad you stopped by. I missed you.”

“Weirdly enough, I missed you, too.”

“Really? Did you come up to take me up on my offer?”

“Amazingly, yes. You’re so cute, I like your style, and I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile, but I still like you.”

“So, dinner tomorrow night, then?”

“Yes.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling slightly. He leaned in to kiss you, but you pushed him off. “Too soon. I’m calling my mother three nights from now, I’ll be sure to give her a good report as long as you keep up your behavior.”

“You know, there are some things that a mother should never know. I’ll save that kiss for our first date.”

“We’ll see,” you said, stepping out of the elevator. He smiled at you as you walked away, giving you a wink as the doors slid shut.

#mamma mia! prompts #jim kirk #jim kirk imagine #jim kirk oneshot #jim kirk fanfic #jim kirk fanfiction #jim kirk x reader #jim kirk x you #star trek #star trek imagine #star trek fanfic #star trek fanfiction #star trek oneshot #5k followers celebration

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nothingunrealistic · 5 years

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oof hey i hope i'm not bothering you, and i asked jury this already (and deffo got a good answer but i need all the info i can get because i am crushingly insecure)- do you have any tips on characterizing/writing the deh characters? i struggle with it immensely and I have no idea why, and you're one of my favorite writers for this fandom. so. no pressure to respond i was just curious!

sure! the only characters i write regularly/feel confident in writing are evan, jared, and alana, so those are the characters i’ll talk about the most, but i’ll try to say something for all of them. also this will feature a good number of quotes from writers’ notes (here) and interviews because those are the main sources i draw on for characterization after, you know, actual canon

evan

Smart, sincere, and cripplinglyself-conscious, Evan prefers to hover in the background, asupporting player in his own life, too afraid to step forward into thespotlight and risk ridicule or, what might be worse, no one noticinghim at all.

this description captures a lot of the things i think are key about evan, but one big thing it’s missing is that he’s kind of an asshole. he usually has good intentions, and he tries to be inoffensive and considerate and Nice, but he sucks at that because it’s just not how he naturally is. he’s bitter and angry about a lot of things - his lack of friends, jared (ostensibly) not caring about him or taking him seriously, heidi rarely being present, and perhaps most of all, his own perception of himself as “broken” and a burden, which he genuinely believes that heidi agrees with and that everyone else would if they knew what he was truly like. he’s frequently sarcastic and occasionally pedantic (see: “president” “co-president” and “it’s sula” “what did i say?” “sulu”). but these are things he doesn’t like about himself, which is why he tries to be either Nice or invisible, especially when he feels uncomfortable. the times when he’s most comfortable acting like himself are, in my opinion, when he’s just with jared, who in turn finds it most fun to spend time with evan when he’s not putting up a front.

major pet peeves in fic: being written as a ~delicate anxious bean uwu~ or anything along those lines; dialogue with stuttering that doesn’t resemble his actual speech patterns at all; making a big deal out of him using profanity; portraying his relationship with jared as evan just letting himself get pushed around until someone (usually connor) comes in to bravely show evan that He Doesn’t Deserve That

jared

Droll and sarcastic,Jared claims to be forced by his parents to hang out with familyfriend Evan, for whom he ostensibly has nothing but disdain.Jared covers his own obvious insecurities with a well-practicedbraggadocio and a know-it-all arrogance.

I think this is the playlist that Jared puts on in the morning on the first day of school to pump himself up for the day… Ultimately he’s terrified of going back to school, but he’s trying to psych himself up. … Every one of these songs is a JAM. No ballads here. And they’re all slightly sarcastic or tongue-in-cheek songs about unrequited love. Jared can relate to that. [x]

Jared Kleinman is too cool for the music of the times. He is proudly a walking 90’s movie… but he doesn’t mind sneaking a little of his parents Manischewitz and listening to a dusty Bette Midler record. [x]

(there are like a dozen interviews with will roland that i could cite here but that’s practically a post unto itself)

the best way i can sum up all the major points of jared’s characterization is that there’s always a reason for the things he says. he doesn’t make harsh remarks to be deliberately cruel or mean; he’s either pointing out an uncomfortable but important truth, or he’s aiming to make a joke and inadvertently crossing the line. when he does make jokes, it’s often another way of delivering the truth, an attempt to get people to laugh and thereby validate that he’s clever/funny/worthy, or an effort to deflect something that makes him uncomfortable or scared. redirection, derision, and showing off are some of his major defensive tactics; he doesn’t do self-deprecation out loud, but he is, as will has said, repressed and self-hating. he and evan are similarly asshole-ish, but where evan tries to hide it, jared tries to hide behind it.

he wants people to be impressed by him in general, but he really wants evan in particular to think well of him and be his friend and openly care about him - the problem is that jared can’t bring himself to openly care about evan, because that entails emotional honesty & vulnerability that he’s just not prepared to deal with. hence their interaction on the first day of school, and then jared agreeing to help evan more and more with his increasingly complex lie despite claiming not to care. (the key word in that first quote is “ostensibly.”) when he is actually is at ease (which is pretty rare, at least in canon), he’s a bit of a drama queen, which evan may pretend to be annoyed by but quietly enjoys.

major pet peeves in fic: being written as straight and/or homophobic and/or leaping to make jokes about how evan and connor are Clearly Doing It immediately after finding out that they’re becoming friends (as if he isn’t utterly convinced that evan is 100% straight); making excessive/forced references and jokes to modern pop culture/memes (everything he shouts out in any form of canon is at least ten years old and usually decades old, and that doesn’t happen often anyway); relentlessly treating evan like shit/being incredibly domineering in their friendship; constant bickering with connor; calling evan “hansen” all the time when he only ever addresses him as “evan” (or, like, “dude” or “bro” or “son”) and even only does THAT when he’s especially emotional or letting his guard down; just generally giving him dialogue that in no way resembles his actual, very distinctive speech patterns

(i have. a lot of thoughts and feelings about jared)

alana

Alana is an incredibly genuineperson. Everything she does comes from a place of deephonesty and tremendous feeling. All of the characters inthis musical put up masks of sorts. For Alana, it’s a façadeof cheerfulness. She is always ready with a smile, a note ofencouragement. This hides the loneliness underneath.

often prone to melodrama, high school senior Alana has few friends but lacks the self-awareness to understand why; beneath her extroverted demeanor, Alana is in fact haunted by a terrible and abiding loneliness; tired of always being an outsider, Alana seizes the death of a classmate as an opportunity finally to find a sense of belonging. [x]

Study break! … Alana spend a lot of time in the books. This playlist allows her to either kick back, have a lip sync battle, or a jam session. … We have classic up beats like ‘Uptown Funk’ by Bruno Mars cause she loves to dance and be silly. She’s also a romantic. Girl reads Jane Austen, so a nice healthy batch of love songs to daydream to. She’s also a feminist! So naturally Beyoncé has the perfect perfect pump up jams for the feminist in us all.

alana has Big Feelings, and they drive all her actions. she wants to achieve great things and succeed in life, yes, but more importantly, she wants to help people and make the world a better place. when she commits to a course of action, it’s because she truly believes that it’s the right or most beneficial thing to do in the end, even if the means themselves are questionable. much like jared, she struggles with vulnerability and connection with other people, and often tries to form connections with other people by making herself seem more impressive, but unlike jared, she also tries to build up and support other people, rather than tearing them down. she’s also committed to supporting Truth in a general sense, and struggles when this comes into conflict with Doing The Right Thing. this is especially obvious after good for you, when she resigns herself to continuing the fundraiser even though she’s certain it’s based on a lie.

all of this makes alana seem incredibly serious, but that’s not the entire picture. she strives to be upbeat and optimistic, and even when she’s not trying, she loves to have fun! she likes to be silly and tell jokes and laugh at other people’s jokes and daydream about finding a great romance! she thought “fuck finn” was the height of comedy! she’s not a killjoy!

i also hold with kristolyn lloyd’s theory that alana was very close with her grandmother and struggled with feeling unable/not allowed to openly grieve her death, or to express any kind of loneliness or other strong negative emotion. however, i do not hold with kristolyn’s theory that alana had a crush on connor, because alana is a lesbian.

major pet peeves in fic: being written as pedantic and joyless; overly formal dialogue (she’s perfectly capable of using colloquialisms and slang) in which she is never sarcastic, ever (she absolutely can be when she’s frustrated)

zoe

a sensitive, sophisticated high school junior; cool without realizing it, Zoe could care less about the status games and popularity rites of high school; funny and bright, she has grown up in the long shadow cast by her volatile older brother, Connor, tyrannized along with the rest of her family by his out-of-control behavior; few rooms are as familiar to her as the inside of a family therapist’s office; Zoe compensates for her brother’s darkness by striving to be warm, nice to everyone, the kind of person who goes out of her way to learn the names of the kids who sit by themselves at lunch; she feels a terrible ambivalence over her brother’s death, finding it difficult to forgive him for all he did, and at the same time forgive that part of herself that feels nothing but relief in the fact that he’s gone.

this sums up just about everything i could say, but i will add: the disembodied voice calling zoe a “stuck-up bitch” during ywbf reprise is NOT a voice you’re supposed to agree with.

major pet peeves: anything that states/suggest that zoe is a bitch; those connor/evan fix-it fics with background zoe/alana where the premise of zoe and alana’s relationship is “they’ve actually been best friends this whole time!!” even though this contradicts canon on multiple levels

connor

An angry, disaffectedloner, Connor has been a troubled kid for as long as anyone canremember, an enigma and a source of endless consternation to hislong-suffering parents and sister.

i honestly don’t have much to say about connor, because i don’t think about him very often, but i will say that:

- if your portrayal of him can be described as “edgy,” you’re probably doing something wrong. he’s just as awkward and anxious as evan, it just manifests very differently

- him addressing evan as “hansen” all the time is admittedly much more plausible than jared doing it, but still just as annoying

heidi

Overworkedand stretched too thin, Heidi loves her son fiercely, but fears theyhave begun to grow apart. She is prepared to do anything to repairthe damage.

heidi’s torn between trying to connect with evan and trying to provide a better life for him, because for her, achieving the latter currently requires spending too many hours away from home to really achieve the former. that’s why she’s so upset and demands to know what’s going on in evan’s life when he seems to be acting out of character and doing things she doesn’t expect him to do - she feels she’s being left out of the loop. much like alana, she strives for optimism, trying to find the bright side of any situation. and, as steven levenson pointed out in the annotated script (regarding the line about fabulous tips that evan’s stepmother may or may not have made from cocktail waitressing), she doesn’t have a fully developed sense of healthy boundaries, which is an interesting nuance that tends to get lost in fics that flatten her out into a generic Cool Mom. she’s trying to raise a teenager while not wanting to fully grow up herself.

cynthia

To Evan, she seems to be the perfect mother, nurturing, available,and willing to talk about anything. To her own children, it’s a bitmore complicated.

evan idealizes all the murphys, and cynthia is no exception. she tries her hardest to be a good and accessible mother, but she’s deeply dissatisfied with being just a mother. she works to support and empathize with connor, and to remember him positively after his death, but she frequently neglects and minimizes zoe and her problems in the process.

larry

Though often tense and taciturn, Larry shows a different face tothe world, representing for Evan the dad he always wished for:strong, confident, and, more than anything, reliable, someone to becounted on.

is larry going to call his children slurs or disown them/kick them out of the house for being lgbt? no. is he going to research How To Interact With Your LGBT Child and drive connor and zoe to the local pride parade? also no. the once-popular (and possibly still popular?) characterization of him as a demon straight from the ninth circle of hell is just as inaccurate as evan’s perception of him as the World’s Greatest Dad.

i hope this helps! and thank you for asking - i really enjoyed answering this, and i’d be happy to expand on most of these points if you want.

#inbox #thecicadasong #dear evan hansen #evan hansen #jared kleinman #alana beck #zoe murphy #connor murphy #heidi hansen #cynthia murphy #larry murphy #sometimes i write

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bringingbacktheboosh · 5 years

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Cross over submission

Jazz eyes Part 1 (Crossover of Star Trek TOS and Boosh) (Gonna be a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes sorry it’s like midnight, but here’s my crappy submission hope you enjoy ：）

“Captain there’s a strange reading ahead” “What do you mean Spock? What kind of strange reading?” “Captain it seems we have entered a parallel version of your ho e planet, earth” “Earth? But Spock that’s impossible we’re nowhere near it” “I know captain but as I just said this is a parallel vers..” “-Captain! Captain!” “Yes What is it Chekov?” “There’s something ahead of us,… a moon it’s..” jus then a large white moon turned around and the intercom beebed as Sulu put through the sound so they could hear what this strange creature was saying. “Ah hello I am the moon” “Hello moon this is Captain James.T.Kirk of the starship enterprise can you hear me?” “Yes, when you are the moon and you are ah in space you can hear everything” “Ok, Well.. do you think you can confirm for me that the planet you are orbiting is indeed earth?” “Oh yes that is the earth but he’s not really awake he likes to sleep 50 decades or so, but I can introduce you to my friend Jupiter, Jupiter! Jupiter! Ah hang on he’s just coming” “Captain?” “Yes Spock?” “Is this Jupiter character safe?” Asked Spock, the Vulcan was overheard by the moon “Jupiter He is big right, and he can munch you down like a kit Kat but he’s harmless” “Oh alright then” Spock replies taken aback “Hello I am Jupiter” “Hello, Jupiter, this is Captain James.T.Kirk of the u.s.s enterprise, we come in peace” “Oh hello I am moons friend” “Ah yeah he’s my friend, ahaha!” Says the mooning grinning “Do you want to here my song?” Continues the moon “Captain this is very odd” whispers the Vulcan “Ssssh Spock” says the captain as Sulu, Chekov and a few other star-fleet members start to giggle “Yes we would very much like to hear your song” feigns the Captain “Ok here it goes, hmm hmm, The moon is bright the moon is white shining down upon the grooound, everybody look at the moon! The moon is white! The moon is bright! Everybody look at the moon! And Jupiter he ain’t got a song!” “Yes very nice” says the captain trying to keep composure as everyone on the bridge is in fits of laughter apart from Spock and McCoy who had just walked in, he turned to the captain. “Kirk what on earth is going on here?!” “Well..” “I’m the moon I ain’t got any eyebrows” “No you.. you don’t, that’s very ah-” “-illogical. Yes why don’t you have any eyebrows?” Spock asks the moon “My face it has no eyebrows so I think, so it can be smooth” “But your a moon your not meant to be smooth your meant to be rough with craters” replies the Vulcan “Yeah but I’m a like, a supreme smooth moon and why have you got those pointy eyebrows?” “Ummm, well the pointed eyebrows are just part of my Vulcan anatomy” “Sometimes Saturn he says Vulcans are like grapes but with like no flavour” “How illogical” “It’s very true though” says McCoy trying to compose himself “Anyway, may I ask if we can orbit this planet with you for a bit while we do some investigating?” Asks Kirk “I’m the moon I don’ts really get to make these desicions but I Ash like talking to you so I’ll make this dissecsions one time and say yes” “Thank you, Chekov, Spock, Scotty and McCoy come with me to the transport room and we’ll beam down, Scotty once you’ve beamed us down your in charge” “Aye captain” is murmured from several people as they follow there captain to the transport room. “Locked on coordinates?” Asks the captain “Aye ready for beam down” replies Scotty “Count us in” comes the voice of Kirk “3,2,1” the crew are being beamed down in a glittery laser complex accompanied by a dissipating shimmery sound.

“Kirk to enterprise” Kirk holds up his communicator “Scotty speaking” “Ah Scotty we are outside a place called naboobotique, her Ahura to find out what it is for us” “On it” “Ok captain out” “Bye captain” “Spock” “Aye captain where are McCoy and chekov?” “I believe they have entered the shop and are now speaking to several humans” “Oh no, I suppose we follow them” “Affirmative captain” “Chekov McCoy what are you doing” demands Kirk “ I was just asking this man..” “Howard” replies Vince the pretty boy standing next to the man with a generic face “I was just asking Howard if he would like me to examine his unusually small eyes” “Ha Ha Howard you’ve got tiny shrimp eyes” “They are not small Ok, they’ve just got a lot of wisdom” “I’m sorry Ah… Howard but I’m goi g to have to agree with Vince here you do have very small eyes just would you let me examine them?” “Ok but I’m not happy about this” “Vwell look at it this way if we examine you, you might need glasses and the vwell it vvwill add to your aesthetic” “What aesthetics Chekov!” “Vwell you know the old man, sorry vintage look” “Yeah Howard you look like an old man!” “No he said vintage” “Actually he said both” cuts in Spock “ who are you?” Asks Vince “Hello I am Spock second in command of the starship enterprise, and this here is captain James.T.Kirk Captain of the Starship enterprise” “Oh cool can we see your space ship?” Asks Vince “Certainty she’s a very nice ship” replies the captain “I wouldn’t be letting them on your spaceship” “Oh?” Questions the captain “I’m Naboo nice to meet you” “are you a shaman?” Spock asks “Yeah How’d you know” “I’ve read a lot on shamans, I’m actually quite interested would you be able to teach me a few things?” “Sure” “Hey how come you’ll teach him but not us?” “Yeah that’s not fair” complain Vince and Howard respectively “Because he’s a Vulcan and he’ll actually learn stuff and use it responsibly” “A What?” Puzzles Vince “A Vulcan, an alien from the planet Vulcan, has green blood?, come on guys you should know this stuff” “How should we” Says Howard “I dunno I do” “Yeah” Bollo affirms Naboo “Vwoah! Vwhered the gorilla come from?” Chekov queried “He’s my familiar” Naboo tilts his head towards Bollo raising his eyebrows “-anyway Howard can I test your, eyes just quickly” says Bones aside to Howard whilst the rest of the crew, Vince and Naboo stand around Bollo watching him do his infamous DJ’ing. “Oh Alright” Howard sighs surrendering to the persistence of the Doctor. McCoy pulls out a silver machine from his pocket, “now this won’t hurt a bit” Says the doctor scanning the machine over Howard’s eyes a light radiating from it. “Hmm interesting” murders the doctor looking at the results on the machine. “What?” Howard asks concern filling his tone. “Oh nothing just you have, ah, Jazz eyes” “Noooooo!” Yells Howard a look of horror appears on his face and a matching dun nu dun nu horror sound can faintly he heard in accompaniment. “What’s the matter with him?” The words come from Vince “He’s got a case of Jazz eyes” replies McCoy “Noooooo!” Yells Vince the same dun nu dun nu music heard faintly as his face is also full of horror. “What’s wrong?” Says the captain “Dunno, Jazz eyes or something” Vince replies snapping out of his horror but snapping Howard deeper in as he hears the words Jazz eyes again the music becomes more frantic as does he, shaking his head further in horror. Eventually Spock takes initiative and comes at Howard from behind administering the Vulcan death grip.

“So what is-Jazz eyes” Vince asks the last part of his question in a whisper as Howard sleeps occasionally flapping his hands in terror “Well I don’t much except the medical conditions of it but it basically is a condition effecting the size of you eyes, it’s a recessive gene but when passed on to someone who loves Jazz it may become dominant with the growing looking at and loving of Jazz the effects are often irreversible and a person may end up blind” “The eyes also are a portal into the soul and if Howard continues his soul might continue shrinking along with his Shrinking eyes and he’d end up like a coat stand of limbs-not you coat stand” says Naboo as a coat stand with a face pops up”- any way we need to safe Howard soul” continues Naboo. “How are we gonna do that?” Asks Vince..

Find out in part 2 of Jazz eyes journey to Howard Soul

#bringingbacktheboosh #prompt 7: crossover/mashup #the mighty boosh #submission

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Walking Wounded - Chapter Fifty-Nine

The transports signalled their impending arrival while Kirk was on that third day off, so at least he was able to spend that time with Anne before having to start organizing the exodus of smugglers from their hideout. Between his crew and Vergne’s, they’d kept things under control, and the supplies to maintain the smugglers in good condition had come from Loche’s stockpiles, making the logistics of such a huge undertaking much more feasible. Still, he thought as he reviewed the incident list, the enforced idleness was affecting both the prisoners and the crew. It would be a relief to pass the bulk of the issue off on people better trained for this sort of thing. His crew were combat-trained, sure, but their training had never anticipated the need to maintain a large population of prisoners. Fights among the prisoners were becoming more common, and there were even a few fights between prisoners and crew members. “It’s not that bad, Vergne,” he said, reading over the list again. “The worst one was broken up within a few minutes and no one’s had any lasting injuries.”

“It’s the next altercation I’m worried about,” Vergne said from the viewscreen on his desk. “And the one after that. Not to mention the legal nightmare it’ll be if someone does permanent damage.”

“ETA on the transports puts them here at 0400 tomorrow. I doubt anything major will happen between now and then. In the meantime, we just get the message out to the crew that it’s not going to be much longer, and to stay alert and on their best behavior. They’ll be fine. They can hold out a bit longer.” Kirk had already drafted up a communique to that effect once he’d gotten the news.

“Does that mean you’re volunteering to stay with the phase two crew?” Vergne asked dryly, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow at him.

The plan for evacuation of the smugglers had been to split it into two phases, with the higher ranked or more potentially dangerous prisoners going first, along with the noncombatants like the women. On separate ships, of course. Phase two would load and leave a few days later, carrying the less volatile prisoners and the controlled substances found on the base. Originally the thought had been that the Enterprise would leave with phase one, and the Farragut would stay in order to accompany phase two, mainly in order to provide phase one with more manpower in case of any trouble with the prisoners. Kirk thought it over. The Farragut was easily capable of putting down an insurrection; Vergne ran a tight ship, and her crew were all seasoned. The Enterprise was still in her shakedown period, and not all of the crew were as used to their stations yet. “If you want phase one, you can have it,” he said finally. “I don’t see that it’ll make much of a difference security-wise. And we can hold on a few days longer here.”

“I definitely want phase one. You’ve got better morale facilities-- you can handle a few extra days better than I can.” Vergne brushed her hair out of her eyes, pursing her lips. “And I’ll feel better the sooner that bastard’s in rehabilitation. He’s one creepy fucker.”

“Agreed. But a couple days…” Kirk sighed. “Recommend you get him off your ship ASAP, before any of the other prisoners are dealt with.”

“You think I don’t have that covered already? Really, Jim.” Vergne’s expression still looked unsettled, however. “Off the record, just between you and me, I’m pretty sure he’s planning to kill me if he can get away with it somehow. That doesn’t bother me so much, but the fact that he doesn't act like it… you’d think you met him at a fucking church social or something. I’ve had to move four people off brig duty altogether.”

“Wait a second, that’s not--” Kirk began, and then frowned. “Huh. No, I’m wrong. Sulu said he was persuasive. I didn’t see him until Anne started staring him down, though, and I’m guessing he decided to drop the front while she was around.”

“It’s too bad they can’t be on the same ship. I could use him looking a bit less human and sympathetic,” Vergne grumbled.

“Out of the question. The last thing we need is her breaking him out of his cell to try to kill him again.” Kirk did not look over to the couch where Anne sat, hearing every word.

“I know. I wasn’t serious.” He saw her glance down to the corner of her screen, and then her back straightened. “I’d better go. My shift starts in ten minutes. Say hi to your girl for me.” She smirked.

Kirk pretended a frown. “Give it up, Ella. She’s not that into women.”

“You better hope, anyway. Vergne out.” He saw her reach forward, and then the screen cleared, leaving only the Starfleet seal.

“Even if I did prefer women, I wouldn’t be in any rush to swap you for her,” Anne said absently, her voice rising over the back of the couch with no evident effort on her part to follow it.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” Kirk said, amused. He adjusted the communique that he’d drafted, then sent it out and turned off his viewscreen, wandering over to where Anne was curled up. She grinned up at him, then made a quick adjustment on the padd she was holding. An iconic organ introduction from the dawn of rock and roll started to play softly. “Nice,” he said admiringly. She had good taste. Well, maybe it was more to the point to say she had compatible taste. Either way. “What’s that?” he asked, catching a glimpse of what looked like a video on the padd.

“Mmm. I was looking around. Here, what do you think of this one?” Anne asked, rapidly flicking through pictures and then passing him the padd.

Kirk settled himself on the couch beside her before looking at the padd, glancing over it as she nestled against his side. After a moment, he flicked back to the information, taking note of the address on Yorktown. “Pretty upscale,” he said, feeling himself grin and going back to the virtual tour. “I guess that answers whether we were still getting an apartment or not.”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Anne asked. “I mean, unless you think it’s a bad idea…”

“Me? Why would-- you know what, let’s not get into all that. Was there a reason you were looking at this one?”

To his relief, Anne seemed to find the idea of examining their motivations just as distasteful as he did. That was probably not a great pattern to reinforce in each other. Oh well. “I just started with the most expensive buildings, grouped them by height, then filtered out all the ones that didn’t have kitchens, balconies, garages, and suites immediately available.”

“Your priorities are so warped,” Kirk chuckled, shaking his head. “We could probably get something that would suit us just fine without having to spend credits on the premium suites. And we should be looking at furnished places.”

She could tell that he didn’t disapprove. She poked him playfully in the ribs, snickering when he flinched. Earlier that day she’d discovered that he was just a bit ticklish there, although thankfully she wasn’t being too much of a pest with it. “My priorities are just fine, thank you, and I’d rather pick my own furniture this time. I like furniture shopping.”

Kirk glanced over at her, still grinning. His apartment in San Francisco had come furnished; he'd never picked out furniture before. A sudden thought dampened his amusement. “That sounds awfully time consuming, though.”

“Not unless we argue about it,” Anne said, surprised. “Are you expecting to have pitched battles over silverware patterns or something? Because if it’s that important to you--”

Kirk waved her off, amused at the thought. Silverware, even. “No, no. I just meant that’s time we could have spent in bed if we were in a furnished apartment. And who knows how long it’ll take to get it unpacked and all...”

“Oh,” Anne said, her eyes widening. “Oh no, it’ll be done by the time we get back to Yorktown. My agent will get it taken care of. Between Mason and the lawyers, all we’ll have to do is walk off the ship and into our apartment.” She laughed. “You didn’t think I did that for myself, did you? I would never have time to write again if I had to unpack furniture in every place I ever stayed.”

“Well that’s convenient,” Kirk said. “So we just… pick out what we want and send him a list?” He thought for a moment. “What if I want a gold plated bathtub?”

Anne snickered. “He would find one, but he'd raise his eyebrows at me. Mason’s one of those stuffy British sorts.”

“This has some distinct possibilities,” Kirk said. “Okay, how about an ostrich?”

“I am not feeding an ostrich. Besides, I hear they’re bad-tempered, and I won’t live with anything that has a worse temper than I do.”

Kirk eyed her skeptically. “But…?”

“As long as he could find one for sale in the area, then yes. It would be harder if we had to import it.” Obviously seeing that he wasn’t going to stop, Anne waited for his next question, trying to smother her smile.

“The British crown jewels?” he asked.

“Be reasonable,” Anne said. “He’s not superhuman. He’d get us a very good facsimile if we absolutely had to have them, though.”

“That’s fair.” Reasonable. Kirk tried to think of something hard but technically obtainable. “The sign for the Adam Yauch Park.” Anne blinked at him. “It’s in Brooklyn, I stumbled across it once.”

Slowly, Anne said, “Well, now that I know it exists, I can always ask. The shipping would take--” Her face suddenly blanched, her pupils blowing wide and her breathing speeding up.

Alarmed, Kirk sat up. “I’ll get Bones--”

Anne caught his hand before he could drop the padd, forcing her breathing to slow. “No. Give me that.” He could feel her fingers trembling, hear the strain in her voice and the faint blurring of her accent into something a little less American.

Abruptly, he realized she was reacting to the music. It had flipped to a different artist from the same era as before, a song with a lyric line that had to evoke some seriously bad memories for Anne. “Music off,” he snapped.

“Thanks,” she said, her breathing still unnaturally slow, her eyes a battle between terror and control. “Didn’t think of that.” Despite her attempt at a smile, she didn’t seem to be coming out of the panic attack. When he reached for his communicator, however, she shook her head. “It’s not critical. I just need to calm down.”

“Is there anything that would help?” he asked.

“Do something normal until it passes.” Licking her lips, Anne leaned toward the padd and made her shaking fingers switch the music back on, this time to part of a requiem by a German composer two centuries older than their previous selections. “I’m going to stretch. Look at the apartments.”

“At what point should I start being worried?” Kirk asked, watching her stand, her knees weak. He wasn’t sure she should be doing anything physical, but this wasn’t his area of expertise, and presumably she’d spoken to Claudia about this sort of thing. Well, it couldn’t hurt to keep an eye on her. He didn’t make an issue of it, but stood up with her, moving to lean against the back of the couch, out of the way of the most open section of the room.

“Give it ten minutes before you call anyone.” She paused in the center of the area, her back to him, and began to do what he assumed was a warm-up, one he’d never seen.

Kirk looked down, paging absently through the apartments she had pulled up, but none of them could hold his interest while she was so shaky. The warm-up routine that she started seemed automatic, however, her eyes faraway when she eventually turned, and her movements becoming less precarious-seeming. He was pretty sure it was ballet. Wasn’t exactly his forte. He tried not to pay too much attention, flipping through the apartments again, this time able to pay a little more attention to them.

By the time the lacrimosa had played through twice, her breathing was slowing and her movements were far firmer. They were also more complex, and he could see how she wasn’t quite getting them as well as she wanted to, a faint frown on her brow as she repeated things. Soon she stopped, falling back to flat feet and pacing back and forth for a few moments. Then paused, scowling, and rose to the balls of her feet… then further, balancing her entire weight on the tips of her toes. She only stayed that way for a moment before sinking back down. “I shouldn’t do that,” she muttered, her accent firmly back in place. “At least I can still do it.”

Deciding it was wiser not to comment, Kirk looked down at the padd in his hands. After a couple more moments, she came over to peek at the padd. “Find anything you like?” she asked.

“A couple of them look pretty good.” He gestured to the two he’d been flipping back and forth between. One of them had less floor space, but a larger balcony.

Of course, that was the one that Anne tapped. “That’s the one I would have wanted for myself. More windows. More room to grow things.”

At this point, he honestly had no idea how long he was going to be in Yorktown. They might not have to stay for all of the trials, but he was very sure it would be longer than the two week shore leave he’d anticipated, what with testifying and all the administrative work, not to mention the torpedo refit. Point being, she might very well have time to grow things after all, and there would be less furniture to have to worry about. Also, this one had a full bath, a sunken one big enough that there could be some definite advantages. “I think that one makes more sense for us, although it’s further from the Enterprise.”

“More of an excuse to ride your motorcycle,” Anne pointed out. “And it’s higher up, too. I’ll send a message to Mason about it.”

“He’ll need my authorization codes and voiceprint--”

“Don’t worry about it. I feel like splurging. Besides, I’ve had a whole year’s worth of credits piling up on me.” Anne snagged the padd from his hands and began to tap out a message on it.

“Fair’s fair, Anne,” he said, holding out his hand for her to return it.

“If it inconveniences me, I’ll let you make up for it with that lovely mouth of yours,” she said, and there was that smile that he’d missed, the one that was so strangely modest. He couldn’t help but appreciate the contrast with the boldness of her words.

“May I remind you that I would have done that anyway?” he asked. The idea was somewhat distracting.

She didn’t lose her smile, but he could see that it wasn’t quite as firmly on as he had thought. “Then let’s skip past the part where we start thinking about what we would have done on our own and all that, and just go right to the good parts.”

Suddenly, her point of view made sense. No point in second-guessing, no point in examining motives, not when all it would do was keep upcoming unpleasant truths foremost in mind. This was still going to end… but not yet. “All right, but I get to pick the silverware,” he said, grinning and dropping his hand. “I’m willing to fight for that one.”

“Oh, you’re killing me. Fine, but this had better be worth it,” she teased.

“You haven’t had any complaints so far,” he said smugly, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her close.

#Jim Kirk/OC #James T. Kirk/OC #fanfic #star trek #dark romance #star trek fanfiction #ST:WW #Star Trek: Walking Wounded

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Spock and Bones go on their first date, or at least the first date in which they actually both know and have agreed that it's a date (I feel like with this ship it's important to be precise...)

It’s Jim’s fault.

And water’s wet and space is cold and Vulcans are logically, insufferably pedantic and McCoy really, really should start reevaluating his posting on this damn ship, his choice of friends, his career, and probably his entire life.

“You two came,” Jim says and McCoy shrugs off the hand Jim claps to his shoulder. “We’ve got a table in the back, c’mon I’ll get drinks.”

McCoy sighs. Spock doesn’t, but his eyebrow does a sort of half twitch that is probably close enough.

There is a table in the back. Full of Uhura and Scotty and Sulu and Chekov and there’s a table in the front, right up next to the windows that if McCoy had any damn luck at all, he and Spock would spend the evening sitting at, arguing about the logic in going to a bar and only ordering tea while Jim and the rest of their motley crew found their own damn bar and didn’t happen to choose the only one McCoy wanted to be at. Alone. With Spock, alone. In some goddamn peace and quiet.

Spock orders tea anyway and McCoy gets a beer and frowns into it with none of the accompanying enjoyment of a terribly irritating debate and sure as hell none of the privacy that he and Spock left the ship for in the first place.

Which was the entire point. To finally - finally - really do this thing that had been hovering between them for far, far too long.

Under the table, Spock’s knee knocks into McCoy’s. Oblivious, Jim chatters on and Sulu laughs and Chekov orders another round and this really, really wasn’t worth working up the courage to ask Spock if he wanted to come here in the first place if tonight is going to be exactly like every other evening on the ship, now was it.

…

In orbit around Capella Prime, Spock suggests a concert. A concert entirely comprised of sentient trees conducting a flock of gigantic, purple, signing birds that frankly could shatter glass and McCoy must be out of his mind to say yes.

Which he does. Cause misaligned shift schedules and harried, rushed lunches, and the odd night in the rec room with the entire rest of the crew there isn’t exactly working for him and apparently not for Spock either.

So a night off the ship with some goddamn alone time - discounting the screeching birds that Spock so apparently enjoys - is just the ticket.

“Great minds think alike,” Uhura says and holds up a ticket of her own.

McCoy closes his eyes. Breathes deeply.

“Good evening,” Spock says and drops McCoy’s hand that he just - just - took and McCoy wasn’t exactly finished enjoying those warm, long fingers wrapped around his own.

“Oh,” Uhura says. Blinks. Looks between the two of them and this, dammit, is why being off the ship was the entire point, because being off the ship means - erroneously, apparently - being away from the crew, and if they’re away from the crew and in the type of privacy that apparently doesn’t exist in the Alpha Quadrant then they can maybe, just maybe, explore what’s between them without the accompanying attention of their gossip starved coworkers.

“Sorry,” Uhura says hurriedly and bless her, takes a quick step back. “I’ll just-”

She points over her shoulder and disappears into the crowd and McCoy always did like her best of all of them.

Her seat is next to theirs.

“Sorry,” she says again and McCoy shakes his head and whatever. It’s fine. Spock actually has someone to talk to about harmonic dissonance and the use of sequential triads and anyway, McCoy only came in the first place for the chance to rest his shoulder against Spock’s and enjoy an evening off work. Or something like that, at least.

Halfway through the first song, Spock takes his hand again and when he squeezes McCoy’s fingers, McCoy squeezes back. They’ll figure all this out eventually. Probably.

…

The outdoor light show on Aldeberan IV is renown throughout the sector.

And really, really damn cold.

“Wear a hat,” McCoy says.

“Heat loss in Vulcans is-”

“-You just don’t want to mess up your hair.”

He tugs Spock’s zipper up higher. They’re so close. The railing of the viewing platform is just behind McCoy, Spock is gloriously right in front of him and McCoy only lets go of the zipper pull to straighten Spock’s collar.

God, he’s so… so… It’s unfair, really, the play of green and blue and gold lights across those cheekbones and those eyes and-

“You are facing away from the show,” Spock says softly.

The words are puffs of white in the air between them. McCoy tucks his fingers into the back of that haircut. Spock’s hair is so soft. And his body is warm even through their thick coats, and warmer still when Spock pushes forward until the railing meets the small of McCoy’s back.

“Might be,” McCoy agrees and pulls gently at his hold on Spock and his heart is racing in a probably illogical way because it’s just Spock, there’s no need to overthink this, to hesitate and savor and wonder at the fact that they’re finally-

The screech of a comm makes McCoy jump.

“Goddamnit.” He fumbles for it, his hands stiff with cold. And now the rest of him too, what with how Spock has stepped back.

“Kerensky’s viral load is elevated,” Chapel says when he’s worked his comm open. “And her vitals are falling.”

“On my way.” McCoy punches in the line for Engineering. “Scotty, one to beam up.”

Through the gold swirl of the transporter, McCoy does get a glimpse of the light show. And Spock there, his chin tucked into the collar of his coat. McCoy closes his eyes and when he opens them again, it’s to the transporter room and what will be a long night of work.

Goddamn figures, doesn’t it. Just his luck.

…

It’s absolutely gorgeous.

The beach, too.

But mostly Spock with the cuffs of his pants neatly rolled up, his boots left above the line of the waves, and his sleeves folded back as he oh so gently holds a snail beneath the rush of clear, warm water.

“They are telepathic,” he says and there’s that note in his voice that McCoy associates with terribly engrossing sensor readings, an excellent specimen of unknown flora, and the very soft hint of what he can imagine well enough to be a bit of boyish wonder.

“They thinking complicated snail thoughts?” McCoy asks. There’s a brush of sand stuck to Spock’s knee. Gently, McCoy wipes it away.

Spock’s head tips, his eyes tracking back and forth with focus. They’re so clear brown. Catching the sunlight and the shadows of those long lashes and dammit, McCoy might just be embarassed if there was anyone within ten miles to see him here, crouched in the foamy spray of the edge of the beach, mooning at Spock.

Which there isn’t. Thank God.

His finger’s wet from the waves and there’s the grit of sand on his skin and all the same he crooks his knuckle under Spock’s chin and half off balance and entirely too much sun in his eyes, he leans over and kisses him.

“The temperature of the water,” Spock whispers when they finally pull away. His lips are wet. And there’s a spark in those eyes of his and McCoy can’t help himself from brushing his thumb over the corner of his mouth. He wants to kiss him again. “That is how they navigate.”

“Fascinating,” McCoy whispers back and this time, Spock drops the damn snail, fits his hands to McCoy’s shoulders, and this is… this is just… this is everything that McCoy has thought about and daydreamed about and imagined and anticipated and it is still somehow all the better for being honest to God, actual reality.

Which it is. There’s sunshine and pristine sand and Spock kissing him back and hours until they have to be anywhere.

When they finally break away Spock is smiling. Sort of. Or not not smiling and McCoy could very happily spend the rest of the day they have here studying that softness in his expression.

Which slowly turns into a crease between his brows and a tightening at the corner of his eyes.

“What is it?” McCoy asks.

“Was that there earlier?” Spock asks and when he points, McCoy turns, frowning. Spock’s other hand is still on his shoulder and McCoy really doesn’t give a damn about the stick laying on the beach that’s caught Spock’s attention.

Though… no. It wasn’t.

“What the hell?” McCoy asks when he spots a second one farther up the beach.

And then a third appears in an arc of motion from the trees that McCoy was idly thinking would provide a pretty pleasant spot of shade for the rest of the afternoon.

Spock stands with a splash of water around his ankles that catches McCoy in the shins.

Up the beach, another spear lands.

“Our readings showed the planet is uninhabited,” Spock says.

“Well, obviously not.”

“An astute observation, Doctor.”

“Astute,” McCoy mutters. Another spear buries into the sand, far closer this time.

“Enterprise, this is Commander Spock requesting an immediate beam out,” Spock says into his comm.

“Aye, Commander, we’re having a wee bit of trouble getting a lock on you,” Scotty says, his voice tinny and scratchy.

“Great,” McCoy says. “Any logical plan, Spock?”

“Yes.” Spock steps backwards as three more spears fly towards them. One slices Spock’s boot neatly in half. “Swim.”

“Best damn day ever,” McCoy groans and dives into the waves after Spock.

…

This is… less than ideal.

Or, no. It was already far, far beyond unideal when their shuttle didn’t make the rendezvous. Then the rain started and this is just frankly miserable.

“I’m applying for a transfer when we get back,” McCoy says to the sheet of rain pouring down the mouth of the cave. “Somewhere warm. Palm trees. Fruity drinks with umbrellas in them.”

Spock’s shivering. Far too badly to actually make any use of the flint in his white, chapped hands. McCoy sighs and walks over, his feet squishing in his wet boots.

“Give me that,” he says. “Did you eat anything? No, you didn’t, did you.”

“I was-”

“-Making a very geometrically pleasing pyramid of kindling,” McCoy says and strikes the knife down the flint. “Well done. Now put your damn hands in your pockets.”

It takes longer than it should, but there’s finally a fire and Spock finally uncurls from the ball he’s shuffled himself into, and the cave finally heats up enough that they’re probably not going to die of exposure before their shuttle makes it through the ion storm currently trapping them here.

Though they might die of something else. The way today is going, McCoy wouldn’t be all that surprised.

“Tonight’s meal of choice is a protein bar or a protein bar,” McCoy says and holds up one in each hand. “I’ll even let you pick which one you want.”

“They are the same flavor.”

“Hey, I know how to treat a date,” McCoy says and tosses one over.

An eyebrow inches up that pale forehead. “Is that what this is?”

“Well, romantic firelight, dinner, I’m pretty sure we could make shadow puppets on the wall and call it a movie.” He bites into his bar and God, these things are awful. “Frankly, this might be as good as it gets.”

“You did not bring me flowers,” Spock says and takes the smallest bite possible off the corner of his own bar.

“Actually eat that, dammit,” McCoy says. “And you didn’t bring me any flowers either, if you didn’t notice.”

“There is lichen growing on the cave walls,” Spock says. “It could be collected.”

“Knowing our luck, it’d probably try to eat us,” McCoy says. His clothes are wet and really, the stick of them against his skin is all the worse for pressing up against Spock, but he does so all the same, an arm tucked over Spock’s shoulders and his thumb rubbing back and forth over his arm.

He feels good. Even drenched and shivering and stiff with cold, Spock feels good tucked into McCoy’s side like that. Nice. Like he fits.

“Your ability to assume the worst possible outcome is as admirable as ever, Doctor.”

“Thanks,” McCoy mutters and rolls his eyes.

Spock rests his head against his shoulder. Under McCoy’s cheek, his hair is still damp.

It could be better. Dry, for one. Far warmer than their meager fire can make the cave. A decent meal. Hell, a bottle of wine even and Spock’s fingers laced with his, not curled into tight balls in his lap.

But it also probably could be worse. How, McCoy doesn’t want to know. But this, here, tonight… this isn’t all that bad. He pulls Spock closer. No, it’s not all that bad at all.

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