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female-fogbank · 10 months

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Thank you @onmykneesforhotdilfs for the prompt 'Spocklaan in the mess hall', I was inspired by our convos of Spock's telepathy and a Hell on Wheels scene for this one I hope you enjoy the story!! It can also be read on AO3 here

La’an strolled into the mess hall late one night. She woke up starving and craving some strawberries, she didn’t bother changing into her uniform as she pulled on a t-shirt, an oversized cardigan and yoga pants and slides. Given the hour she didn’t expect to run into anyone and if she did, she didn’t want to give the impression that she was open to discuss work.

“Computer, 6 fresh strawberries and one cup of Chamomile tea, hot, please,” She ordered, the matter synthesiser dinged when the order was complete. She opened the door and pulled out the tray. She turned around and saw a couple people sitting in the mess. But she was surprised to see Spock was up at this hour and outside of their quarters. But there he sat at a table in the far corner with a cup of tea while he worked on a PADD.

She walked over to his table and waited just a moment before he looked up at her. She smiled as his eyes raked over her body.

“Spock,” La'an said, her tone cool and casual but there was no denying the heat passed between them. They'd been in an exclusive relationship for months and formalised it with the Federation. Thankfully, they were able to stay on the same ship but still maintained separate quarters. At least for the moment.

“La’an, what are you doing up?” Spock asked her as she sat down at the small table opposite him.

“Couldn’t sleep, I thought you’d be in your quarters meditating or aggressively playing your lute,” La'an teased, she grabbed a knife from the cutlery cup on the table.

“I am behind on yearly performance reviews," Spock told her.

“Really? You’re behind?” La'an asked, genuinely surprised.

“Hard to imagine but I am struggling to find positive adjectives to describe my subordinates. I was told my last reviews were too harsh and overly critical.” Spock told her, La'an smothered a smile as she could only imagine how scathing he was.

“You have high standards, would you like a strawberry?” She asked as she cut the stalk off of the strawberry in her hands.

“No, I have had sufficient food for the day. Why are you awake?” he asked.

“Couldn’t settle down for the evening, I was missing my usual bed partner. Seems I’ve become accustomed to not sleeping alone.” La’an said, she slipped off her slide and slid her foot between his legs and pressed it against his crotch. Spock took a deep breath as he kept working on his PADD.

“Hmm, I really need to finish these reports. If you give me an hour, I can indulge you,” he told her.

“I know, keep working, I’ll just sit here.” She said cheekily, she looked like she was just sitting normal and casually eating her strawberries. While her foot massaged his cock through his pants, it didn’t take much for her to arouse him. She felt him grow stiff under her sole. She felt his hand rest on her ankle. She felt it move up her calf and smoothed back down.

“You do realise two can play this game,” he warned her as he continued to work.

“I’m not sure how you’ll reach me from all the way over there,” She remarked in a smug manner, she watched as he raised an eyebrow up at her challenge.

“No?” he asked, La’an sucked in a surprised breath as visions of Spock touching her intimately flashed through her mind. He telepathically pulled memories of their pastimes of making love. Her nipples pebbled as her clit pulsed at the phantom feel of his hands. Her core ached, she felt her knickers grow damp. She smothered a moan and exhaled as she adjusted herself in her chair.

“You know it’s not fair when you do that,” La'an said, she hadn't expected him to play dirty as he had her at a disadvantage.

“I would say the same of you sitting across me without a bra on and looking restless,” Spock said, he looked up and gave her a heated look that turned her on even more. “But if we are being honest, I know I could make you cum just by talking but this is more enjoyable.” he told her, he telepathically showed her exactly what he’d do to her if regulations and basic manners didn't hold him back.

“Fuck,” La’an said, in her mind it played like an actual memory, he walked around the table and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her frantically and pushed her back onto the table. Their drinks, his PADD and bowl of strawberries fell to the floor. He pulled her knickers and pants down to her ankles. He pushed between her legs and undid his pants. He pulled out his hard cock, and guided it into her pussy, slow and measured as if suddenly he had all the time in the world. He sank into her wet and welcoming body. It was real to her like it was happening right then and there.

“Captain Pike is coming our way, try to maintain your composure,” Spock told her in a low voice. La’an squirmed in her chair as she vaguely remembered she was still sitting in the mess hall with her foot in Spock’s lap. But she couldn’t pull it back as Pike would see the movement. Their relationship might be public, but they were still expected to behave appropriately.

“La’an, Spock, what are you two doing up so late?” Pike asked, La’an knew he liked to wander the ship at random hours to allow all the shifts to feel his presence. Right now, she wished for his presence far from her and Spock. She abandoned the strawberry she was eating and pressed a hand to her mouth.

“I am working on my personnel's yearly performance reviews,” Spock informed him. He looked so calm and collected while his long fingers gently stroked her ankle. In her head he was fucking her on the table. Her body was feeling the sensations of Spock fucking her.

“Cutting a bit fine, aren’t you?” Pike asked him.

“Yes, time slipped away from me,” Spock admitted.

“It definitely does that, but these reviews are important. They are how people get promotions and funding. Just try not to do what La’an does,” Pike half joked.

“What? Everyone in my department is exceptional and above average in how they perform their duties,” La’an said defensively. She accidently let out a gasp as her pussy clenched and a small orgasm rolled through her. It didn’t seem to end as it held her in its clutches as it rolled on heading towards a larger climax. La’an flattened her palm on the table and let out a slow pained breath as she fought her urge to touch herself and give into the waves of pleasure.

“Are you ok?” Pike asked in deep concern, La’an blushed deeply at the question.

“Yeah, I am suffering from period pain.” She lied as she couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. Pike's eyes went wide in surprise at her sharing something so personal.

“Maybe you should go see M’Benga for some pain relief,” Pike suggested as he believed her.

“It will pass,” La’an pressed her lips together, she did her best to ignore how her body was reacting against her will. “Ahh, it always does,” she managed to say as she looked away and silently cursed. She really needed to learn how to put up mental roadblocks to Spock's telepathy.

“Ok, well, I’ll leave you two to it. I like to do a walk around this time and check in with some of the crew,” Pike told them, he touched La’an’s shoulder nearly making her jump out of her skin. “But La'an, if your pain is that bad or gets worse make sure Spock takes you to medbay,” he told her.

La’an bit her bottom lip and nodded, she couldn’t look at him. She made a high-pitched noise that sounded vaguely like an agreement. Her body was wound tight as the need to come was too great.

“I will take care of her, Captain,” Spock assured him, La’an felt Pike’s hand leave her shoulder, “He has left, you may come now,” Spock informed her.

“Oh God,” She groaned softly as she gave in and came, her whole body shuddered as pleasure rippled through her. She rested her head in her hands breathless for a long moment. “I can’t believe you nearly had me coming in front of the Captain,” She told him in a low exasperated voice.

“You could’ve pulled your foot away at any time,” Spock said rather smugly, he wore a closed lip smile.

"You'll pay for that," La'an promised him.

"Something I look forward to," Spock told her.

#la'an x spock #spock #spock x la'an #spocklaan #la'an noonien singh #star trek strange new worlds #star trek: strange new worlds #star trek snw #star trek: snw #sexy enterprise bingo

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sol-consort · 4 months

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Hearing you talk about ME3 really solidifies to me that Bioware really just tends to drop the ball when it comes to their 3rd games in terms of writing. It's not like the 3rd games are bad, persay, but they fall flat compared to their predecessors.

For the dragon age games, I've chalked it up to EA meddling and certain writers leaving the games at the time; I wonder if it's the same for ME3? Maybe the crunch time? Bioware really released some games back to back.

The evaporating of morally grey areas really sucks too, I always felt Bioware removed their teeth from their writing in order to appeal to the mass market in later years.

EX: Dragon Age got a whole lot less darker with Inquisition

Damn, now I'm worried about liking Dragon Age too much and getting my heart broken by the sequel games.

The problem is that they take steps back a lot, never commit to something and end up ereasing what they've built. It's like removing the things that made them unique just to follow the current trends of that time, which by now have aged like milk and It just makes me confused on why they flipped a switch so suddenly.

In ME1, it's a military game so you assume they'll portray the military and police as the heros saving the galaxy with no corporation right? Especially with how old the game is.

But they don't, they make you think that they do at the start but then flip a switch and show you the bad things too. How a lot of time the military does more harm than good.

In the ending of the game, they especially resonate that point to you with a big reveal. It builds up perfectly to the second game where you go rogue and help an organisation called cerberus that is independently funded and looks out for the well being for all humans.

They achieve progess because they are devoid of politics, it's mission and straight to action and making the best choice you can for the future of humans. In the first game you've only heard of them and stopped some unethical operations they had around.

They're not like the maifa, they're not in it for the money. But they stay in the grey zone a lot. They kill, they fund unethical experiments and only pull the plug if it becomes too unethical and croses the line into evil.

They saved you and gave you everything in the second game and asked for nothing in return but for you to do your damn job and stop the threat on humanity. Afterwards each of you go your seperate ways when the mission ends.

In the third game, you go back to the alliance and you're framed as a traitor for joining cerberus even tho it was the alliance who refused to take you seriously before.

Even when the threat turned out to be real. And you did publicly save everyone's ass, they're still like "bu buhh but you did it with the baddies!"

The alliance is again framed as the hero, Cerberus gets reduced to evil goons who torture for fun and are all power-hungry and the alliance can do no wrong how dare you question the heros of the army.

It's just.....disappointing. they've taken ten steps back and invalidated both the second and first games.

Also it's glitchy and buggy, it's unfinished. The first two games let you explore new spaces and ships on your own pace, in the third game you're dragged from tutorial to tutorial with a barrage of information.

Progress is less organic, combat is more clunky because they added RE and AC movesets with the rolling, stealth kills and survival priority over combat.

The characters look so ugly- the facial expressions are so weird and your face clips a lot. It's like a rough first animation that needs to be toned down because why am I glaring with spock like eyebrows and why did eyelids clip into my eyes.

There is an annoying vintage filter on the screen, colour is scarce and everything is grey, blue, black and medical white.

The ship is where you spend most of your time when not in missions, it used to be so beautiful and sleek smooth. Stars and futuristic technology. Now it's all gross military base with cables on the ground, dim lighting and empty spaces where decoration used to be. It's greasy at best, who the fuck stole the ceiling boblights I just wanna talk.

This is just sad, I talked so passionately about the first game because I genuinely was impressed. The second game had its flaws, mostly with the story and pacing, but everything else was good! They were turning things around and getting innovative, if you ignore the RE virus slowly spreading.

Now it's like, rather than design a new ship they pissed on the second game's ship and handed it back to you, yellow lights and everything. After robbing it and trashing the place.

I have a theory bc I'm at the start of the game but I might be just coping- what if they ship gets cleaner the more I progress? The construction parts will be gone right? They'll pick up their trash and dirty dishes right? RIGHT? I'M NOT COPING RIGHT?

They made companions after mission talks happen without cutscenes and now they're like npcs. Imagine if Lae'zel spoke to you each time you talked to her like the party banter instead of an actual face to face conversation.

Which is so weird because they had the face to face conversation since the first game so why did they remove it???

Resident FUCKING evil does not have it.

It explains the annoyiny cutscenes after cutscene that I can't skip, the bloated dialogue.

They took my eyelashes :(

They took away my ability to speak to people in conversations :(

They took away my clean pristine ship :(

They took away my hero statues and now people in the news hate me :(

They took away my ability to explore freely because the reapers are on my tail 24/7 :(

They took away Ashley :(

But hey. My sniper can shoot three times before reloading now so. There is. That.

Yay.

YET A SINGLE CLIP ONLY HAS 2 BULLETS WHAT WERE YOU THINKING PEOPLE.

Thanks for listening I actually feel better telling someone, I can't wait to play dragonage. Modern game standards I miss you please come back.

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almalvo · 1 year

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STAR TREK: DISCOVERY | S1E2 "Battle at the Binary Stars"

[I will react to each episode individually and in full, raw reception and then post as is unrevised here onto my tumblr for the full span of every and all NuTrek episodes and series that have been and will be released. If this falls under your field of interest - I welcome your company in joining me. Enjoy the ride.] -------

god this show looks so fucking juicy with all its colours and shapes and resolution … BURNHAM IS SAREK'S WARD??????? bro bro is she a sibling in upbringing with spock or something. everyons so fucking pretty ugh these sounds i really want this uniform LMAO THAT LOOK SARU GIVES BURNHAM AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA saru is so good looking UGHH THIS INTRO I CANT I CANTTTT LOOK AT IT ITS SO PRETTYYY i love the feeling DISCO gives me im so happy for star trek getting such a massive visual and all around production upgrade also i just realised since old-trek's Star Trek Enterprise series, we have been inching closer and closer to the one that started it all. Star Trek ENTERPRISE > DISCOVERY > STRANGE NEW WORLDS…

does this… mean we are…. just possibly……… heading into a reprisal of some kind of "Origins" production in the future non-AOS?

if so i know it will never be a replacement of what is irreplacable. but im actually EXCITED to see something like that. if even it were to be a bad project, it would still be such a tickling spectacle - an experience that reminds us of where we came from.

but also.. to see what came before to be such a modern topic to discuss and potentially (i fucking wish) revive the world with its gravity and vision - all eyes on Star Trek once again……… it would be so worth it. it would be. everything.

anyways back to the episode LMAO UGHHH look at the way all the united federation ships warp in among their brethren ughhhhh ughhhhhhh takes my breath awaayy i like klingon whats odd is it sounds so slow in this rendition man the amount of work it took to get this pronunciation right ughhhh everything looks so pretty in this literally movie quality for a TREK series

no but also one more thing - back to the idea about the future of modern trek, since the movie saga has fallen flat, if we head into a modern revival of TOS, featuring AOS cast as a different universe/mirrorverse or seomthing cameo in TV/STREAMING EPISODIC FORMAT would be just… JUST-

...

i am so curious as to how and why burnham and sarek are even existing together simultaneously ugh damn look at the damage on the ship the detail i love saru's eyes hearing this as the ship's computer voice is so odd to me because im so used to Majel's voice but hey its smooth what is happening also oh my god this mind meld scene is so pretty oh my god im so curious how Burnham and Spock's dynamic even IS THE FUCKKK?? what would that even BE??? i only know spock exists because that is one of the few spoilers ive seen of this show - i KNOW hes in DISCO. as well as pike but thats it. what purpose they serve and why? no idea. and how burnham becomes captain?? god im so curious iits so intersting to hear statements as familiar as "weapons disabled" being said in such a new setting. with such a new sound for somehting so classic. tractor beam WHO WHOS EUROPA? WHATS ON THAT SHIP WHOOO

the human and klingon transmission will never be in peace… until far into TOS's timeline.. man this is so INTERESTING. HEARING KLINGON TERRAN. I CANT LIE i miss their fabulous long locks of hair bro klingon ship is fucking knifing through this ship dude that is so hardcore but also devastating af oh my god this antimatter explosion looks so fucking pretty admiral is gone the chian of command shifts how does this go phillipa doenst become admiral does she? then burnham as captain i doubt its this easy nah its so weird to hear klingon so spaced t'kuvma is such a cool name ughhhh lok at all the WARPPPING SHIPSSSS hearing klingon accent is cool love how smart the ship is oh god burnham you MADLAD yo they goin hard the klingon attire is so victorian english inspired not too keen on that ahha ughhh saru is sooo NICE TO LOOK AT such nice features this ready room is very reminiscent of what is to become enterprise internal design i mean, of course. but i just cant help but hype over it all thats interesting, to have a human taught as vulcan. hmm a subtly different circumstance than that of spock. the visual aberration effect is working well in this series ahaha DISCO has a very…. odd feeling from since its first episode that continues into its second one - it doesnt feel super episodic at all? it feels all like a really long montage. the sets are so pretty whoa those armoured vests though? touch screen energising ughh the gold animation of the energising effect is lovely those klingons dropped so fast and easy from those phasers dude these are some of the sexiest phaser designs ive ever seen. the klingons are just dropping like nothing whoa burnham's yell when the klingon grabbed her was so not her XD it didnt sound like her oh wow we are actually seeing the short handheld klingon knife OH SHIT well i see that this is how phllipa is usurped by burnham.. BRO YOU JUST LEFT HER BODY THERE hmmm interesting the pacing of the first two episodes is very… fast

t'kuvma is dead already?? i think its this pale klingon that ive seen on the comic cover whoaaaa all these shuttle/escape pods leaving like baby toads off momma's back XD (if you know, you know.) its so montagey very consistently - i guess THIS is where we start the series as it is to be? i really like this chiaroscuro lighting hm. its over already huh idk if its me - but apart from the visually and audially beautiful presentation - it has an odd feeling to it i cant lie. i think it must be because of this 2-episode montage. i hope it is.

i guess ill find out.

#star trek #star trek discovery #discovery #DISCO #nutrek #thoughts #text #reaction #almalvo

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hummingbird-of-light · 2 years

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Against All Odds

Part 11

McCoy

McCoy had lots of fun following Scotty around the school. He was glad the other boy had agreed. He had seemed hesitant to tell McCoy he wasn’t from a rich family, but McCoy didn’t care. People were people and all deserved respect. That was one of the greatest lessons his parents had instilled in him. A rich man could have a cruel heart and a poor man might give all he had. Rich did not mean kind.

And if the other students wanted to gossip about him, that was on them. He was used to ignoring the stories that were told about himself. That was one of he and Leah’s favorite things to do, look through the tabloids for all the worst stories about themselves and make fun of each other.

McCoy couldn’t help but laugh to himself as Scotty challenged him to lead them back to the dining hall. He liked this boy. He was treating him like another student, not a prince.

“Any rules in the dining hall I should know?” he asked as they walked.

“Well, we have to wait until Mr. Archer comes in before we may sit or eat. Other than that, just normal table rules.”

“Normal,” McCoy chuckled.

More students were filling the halls as they walked, all headed the same way as them. That made Scotty’s challenge less challenging as McCoy simply had to follow the other students. He kept that thought to himself though.

McCoy could feel the looks from the other students. Of course he would be a curiosity for a while. He sighed. He hoped the novelty would wear off soon.

“Where did ye go to school before?” Scotty asked.

“I had a private tutor,” McCoy answered. “Dr. Boyce. He’s great.”

They entered the dining hall now. McCoy looked around at the couple long tables.

“Where do we sit?” he asked Scotty.

“Where you want,” Scotty said.

McCoy looked over at Scotty. There was something in the way he answered the question.

“Where do you like to sit?”

Before Scotty could answer a man’s voice greeted him.

“Your highness, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He sensed Scotty stiffen as they turned around to face the speaker.

“Thank you,” McCoy said politely.

“I am Mr. Archer, head of the house.” The man looked over. “Mr. Scott.”

McCoy saw Scotty nod from the corner of his eye.

“Your highness, if you’d follow me, we have a seat set aside for you at the top of the table.”

“Oh. Oh well thank you sir,” McCoy replied.

“This way,” Archer gestured and began to lead.

“Are you coming?” he asked Scotty quietly.

“Nae. I’ll see you later.”

He frowned as he turned to follow Archer. Why didn’t Scotty want to follow? At the seat Archer showed he discovered Spock already sitting.

“Hello sir, I trust your afternoon was pleasant,” said Spock as McCoy sat.

“It was fine Spock.”

He glanced around. Scotty had sat at the far end of the table with a blond boy and a boy who could be Scotty’s twin almost, save for their different hair shades.

“Your highness, it’s a great pleasure to meet you.” McCoy turned back to see where the smooth voice had come from.

Part 12

Scotty

His heart ached when Archer asked Leonard to follow him. He should have known that the prince would sit at the head of the table, but it still felt horrible to see him there.

“Was that the prince ye were walking around with?” Robbie hissed at him but before Scotty could answer, Archer’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Stand up.”

Everyone did as they were told.

“Good evening, gentleman,”

“Good evening Mr. Archer.”

Scotty couldn’t help but look at Leonard. He quickly joined in when the chorus answered their house’s head.

“Sit down.”

They all sat back down and started to fill their plates.

“Ye were saying?” His little brother reminded Scotty.

“Aye, I got here with Leonard,” he explained and Jim nearly dropped the spoon in his hand.

“Leonard?! Wow, so you’re already that close, huh?”

Scotty rolled his eyes. That was just like Jim.

“We… bumped into each other. And… well, he asked me to show him the school.”

“Unbelievable,” Robbie gasped in awe while Jim just grinned cheekily.

“Ooo, a meet-cute!”

Scotty chuckled but it faded when he looked over to the other end.

“And he’s already on it,” he groaned. Robbie and Jim followed his eyes to see what Scotty was talking about.

Khan.

The Augment was already trying to wrap Leonard around his finger. Well, the more powerful the person the more likely Khan tried to befriend them.

“Pff, let him. I don’t think the prince will like snobby bastards like him,” Jim said.

A shiver ran through Scotty’s body when Khan seemed to look at him for a moment, saying something to Leonard.

What was he telling him? He could imagine quite well.

Khan was probably telling Leonard to stay away from low status people. That he should join his group of friends instead.

“Maybe ye’re right,” Scotty muttered, remembering the nice afternoon he had spent with the prince.

He wouldn’t fall for someone like Khan, would he? For his tricks and mind games?

“Judging by the way you can’t stop looking at him I guess I was right?”

Scotty turned back to Jim.

“What?”

“About him being a hot mess. About you being just the right one for him.”

Scotty felt his cheeks blushing slightly but quickly shook his head.

“Come on, Jim… it was just a coincedence that I was the one to show him the school. I think… he is only trying to make contacts and friends.”

“But ye are the first one. And he even smiled at you! And ye call him Leonard,�� Robbie exclaimed quietly.

“Calm down, laddie. It’s… it’s probably nothing.”

Jim just smiled.

“Well, I for my part won’t give up on Spock too easily. We had a great afternoon. I explained laser tag to him.”

“Oh now really? I wouldn’t think he’d be interested in that?”

And with that Jim got talking. Scotty listened to him with half an ear. But all the while he couldn’t stop glancing over at Leonard.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds #james t kirk #robbie scott #spock #khan #archer #(who is only trying to do his best)#(but it’s soo annoying)

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storiescelestial · 9 months

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"What do you think is going on with scotty?" Kirk asked.

"It seems he's experiencing something called love or he's embarrassed."

"The way he fell in I would be embarrassed too," McCoy said.

"Who do you think he's falling for Spock?"

"Well Captain him and Uhura seem to have a special connection."

"Yes they do...let's get back to more important matters right now."

"I agree Captain." Spock agreed.

As Scotty walked down the hall finally calming down from his blushing state.

He had a lot to think about with Uhura and this being they call Moon.

"Not even his real name. How can we trust some one who only gives up nicknames?"

This being that they believed was a Vulcan but he didn't even have the part of it. Just because he has pointed ears doesn't prove anything he has emotions, he has a different dressing style, he says he's never been to Vulcan so how come they think he is so!

Scotty had to stop to take a minute just to calm down...maybe going to sit for a while could so something.

He made his way towards his quarters, once he entered he sat down on his bed running his fingers through his hair.

"Why am I the only one who sees Moon isn't Vulcan?" He questioned.

Spock has been acting diffirent too, trying to learn more about Moon almost if he was glad Moon was there.

"Maybe he needs Vulcan friends." Scotty mumbles.

He tried distracting himself by thinking of different things like the engineering or the Enterprise or....

Raising his hand to touch his cheek, the same side Uhura had touched. Her soft hand against his cheek.

"What am i thinking?" Scotty thought.

"She's just the commutation and a friend nothing more." Scotty said out loud.

Scotty tried to distract himself once more but it didn't do much, he kept thinking of that Moon Lad.

"Scotty." Kirk called.

Scotty replied with "Aye Captain?"

"Are you in the engineering room?"

"No, I decided to rest for a moment."

"Alright well get back to engineering soon."

"Aye Captain."

With that Kirk left.

Scotty got up to smooth his hair back down before leaving the room.

Making his way down the hall and into the engineering room it didn't look busy but he'd rather be there other than his room all day, besides Kirk wanted him there.

He decided to check everything and indeed everything was in order. Just now he was bored.

Spock was in his usual station and so was everyone else. The only person who didn't have a station was Moon.

"Moon why don't you go to the cafeteria or somewhere else? You may find better entertainment there."

"I'm fine here Captain thank you."

"If you say so."

He turned back to the screen.

Kirk didn't islike Moon but he also didn't know him.

He had these silver eyes that didn't match his brown hair at all.

Spock seemed to enjoy him and so he didn't say how odd Moon seemed for Vulcan instead he just waited for McCoy to come up with answers to him.

Moon walked towards the commutation.

"Anything Uhura?"

"No."

He sighed.

"You know Uhura I've always been interested in communication since I find it important."

Scotty walks in as Uhura says:"I think so too."

Walking up to them he tries to seem as he's just walking by.

He stopped beside Uhura.

"Is the commutation system working fine?"

"It's good Scotty."

"That's good." Scotty took a quick look at Moon before walking off.

"Spock come here," Kirk told spock.

Spock approached him.

"Spock is Scotty fine?"

"He is Captain. He seems to be just experiencing another emotion."

"I see...thank you Spock you may go back."

Spock left.

Scotty made his way towards his quarters stepping inside and sitting down, something was obviously bothering him. And he knew exactly what it was.

Jealousy. He has been jealous of people in the past messing with Uhura, he couldn't help but feel this emotion.

He laid down and hoped tomorrow would be better. Hopefully he wouldn't embarrass himself.

He woke up a little late and got up walking to the cafeteria to get some water.

He expected to see no one since it was late and the cafeteria wasn't opened, he simply wanted some water.

"Uhura?" He asked once he saw her standing drinking from a cup.

"Scotty what are you doing up so late?"

"Came to get some water."

"Oh well so did I."

Scotty walked over and got a cup pouring some water into it.

"Scotty...may I ask about your behavior?"

"What do you mean Uhura?"

"I mean ever since Moon has come on this ship you've been acting differently, especially to me. It's like you are jealous."

Scotty took a sip of water.

When he said nothing she continued.

"I know you're mad over the fact that no one else believes that he isn't Vulcan but I don't understand your jealousy."

"Aye you are right I am jealous..."

"Scotty would you please tell me what's there to be jealous about?"

He thought about it. Telling a lie or the truth.

"Uhura I.-"

"Oh hey guys!" Moon entered interrupting his sentence.

"Hey Moon," she smiled warmly.

Scotty smiled a bit.

"Hey" he said.

"What are you guys doing up so early?"

"I got up to get some water." Scotty admitted.

"And I happened to do the same thing." Uhura said.

"Okay well, Uhura I was wondering if-." Scotty cleared his throat mid sentence.

"I better get going I'm sorry."

Uhura was about to ask him but he was already walking away.

Scotty went back to his quarters feeling the familiar feeling of jealousy but he couldn't understand it. Was it Moon? Him and Uhura had became best friends.

The next day Uhura was in the cafeteria eating before going to the commutation.

Scotty was told to ask Uhura if she can get in contact with starfleet 9 but he was nervous, he was trying to think of the words before to say. He was hoping to ask Uhura if she was free that maybe they could grab some lunch later on.

"Uhura Kirk wants to know if you could contact starfleet 9 and if you're free we could go get some lunch after a while." He nodded in approval of that one.

He started to approach her.

"Lass?" He got her attention.

"The captain wanted you to contact starfleet 9 and I was wondering if you...if you were..." his nerves got the best of him and he started to mess up on his words.

"Slow down a bit Scotty" she chuckled a bit making him more embarrassed.

"Sorry lass I was wondering if...if you were free and if you wanted to-."

Moon suddenly spoke up.

"Hey uhura!" He walked towards them.

Now Scotty was annoyed.

"Hey Moon." She smiled.

She turned back to Scotty nodding for him to continue but yet again Moon spoke up.

"Was I disturbing something? Sorry if I did but Kirk wanted Uhura to-."

"Aye the captain wanted Uhura to contact starfleet 9." He said annoyed.

Moon nodded.

"I didn't think you told-."

"Obviously I did lad." Scotty said not even bothering to hide how annoyed he was.

"Someone's upset." Moon mumbled.

Scotty ignored him and turned back to Uhura.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go for lunch when you're free?"

"Of course Scotty."

Scotty nodded before leaving.

He sighed relieved that he had asked.

After a while he was getting ready, he did his hair nicely.

Kirk walked in and Scotty quickly turned around.

"Scotty." Kirk nodded towards him as he walked towards him.

"Scotty? Whats the occasion Scotty?"

"Well Captain...I just thought I'd look better tonight since...since it's Friday."

Kirk nodded.

"Alright. I just wanted to let you know that you need to check the engineering again."

"Aye Captain"

Kirk then left.

After a few minutes he finally came out and went to lunch. He found a spot and sat down, Uhura wasn't there yet but he didn't know if he should be disappointed or relived.

He hadn't brought anything, he didn't think about it so maybe.-

Uhura walked up to him and he stood up.

As Scotty went to hold her hand the ship suddenly stopped.

Scotty quickly wrapped his arms around her so she wouldn't fall.

"Thanks Scotty." She said.

"I wonder what happened." Scotty said muttering it a bit.

"Do you think we should go to the-."

"Engineering?" He said to her mid sentence.

"Yes. Maybe I should go to the commutation."

He nodded slightly agreeing.

"Could we continue this some other day?"

"It would be best." She agreed.

Just then the comm went off and Scotty quickly answered.

"Scotty check the engineering room."

"Aye Captain."

He then left and so did Uhura.

Kirk let out a sigh and rested his hand against his head.

"Captain." Spock called.

"Yes Spock?" Kirk answered.

"Is everything alright?"

Mccoy then walked in and answered the question for him.

"Cause he's tired Spock. Isn't that obvious?"

Spock ignored McCoy's remark and carried on the question.

"Captain?"

"McCoy's right Spock." Kirk leaned back in his chair and smoothed his hair.

"I am quite tired."

"Probably from Moon."

"Oh McCoy have you gotten any information?"

"Yes. Apparently his name is Moon, he's actually half Vulcan and half Romulan."

"That explains his emotions." Spock commented.

"Anything else McCoy?"

"Not right now no."

Just then Uhura walked in and went to the commutation part.

"Where's Scotty?" Kirk asked her.

"He's in engineering trying to work on this."

"Okay."

After a bit Scotty was in his quarters smoothing his hair when someone knocked.

"Who is it?" He called out.

"It's Uhura."

"Oh." He took a minute trying to discover what she would possibly need.

"Come in." He finally called out.

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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I saw that you write Star Trek reader inserts! I'm hoping I'm not catching you too late for an request. If I am pleasedisregard. Do you think you could write an Original series comedy where the reader is worried that Spock will read their mind if they get too close or touch them due to mis information about Vulcan telepathy. *more like misinterpretations cause the readers first language isn't English* So they go out of their way to stay far away from him. Buuuut... Spock is very curious about the reader, and is always wishing to speak to her and it only adds to their distress. At one point, the reader ends up in close quarters with Spock, still trying to not be too close. After some mild panicking and some explaining, Spock and the reader share a laugh over the whole incident.

Ithink it would be a funny scenario.

Cheers!

This is great!! Coming right up ;)

- You were a research scientist who joined the Enterprise during a hiring spree.

- Unlike most of the other new employees (who were all red shirts, since the ship seemed to keep losing them), you were an expert in your field.

- Which is why you should have gotten along with Spock. But you’ve read the pamphlets and articles about Vulcans. And based on what you’ve read, you fear that getting too close to him gives him access to your mind.

And, needless to say, you have no desire for a stranger to read your mind.

- So you avoid the man. Like the plague.

- This wouldn’t normally bother Spock, because there are plenty of new people intimidated by him, but he’s heard you speak to other people. You seem very respectful, accepting, and extremely intelligent, and he wishes the two of you could be friends.

- All too frequently, you disappear from a room when he enters, or just stand far away from him when you absolutely have to communicate. To say you’re distressed every time Spock tries to talk to you would be an understatement. Was he that desperate to read your mind?

- Captain Kirk, the nosy man he is, believes that you have a crush on Spock and are avoiding the Vulcan because of that. In his ignorance, he hatches a plan.

- Your work has been a bit slow recently, since the last away mission was a long time ago. So, when the Captain just so happens to mention that he’d like someone to set up on one of the observation decks and take pictures of the stars, you jump at the chance.

Little do you know Kirk has also asked Spock to catalog new constellations.

- When you arrive on deck, much to your dismay, Spock is already there. Still, you have a job to do, so you set up in the far corner.

- Spock is excited to finally have a chance to converse with you alone, so he strolls over to talk. You immediately begin to scramble to stand up.

“I don’t wish to disturb you,” he states, “but I’d like to ask you some questions about your research.”

“Please, please, don’t stand so close. I’ll answer your questions.”

You look nervous, almost like a caged animal, but Spock is struck by how smooth and beautiful your voice sounds. He stops in his tracks.

“Of course. Are you concerned about the spread of diseases?” He asks, hoping to get to the bottom of this.

Your brow scrunches. You’re confused.

“Disease? No, not at all. I would just prefer you not have access to my mind.”

It finally dawns on Spock. And, wonder of wonders, he smiles.

You look more nervous.

“I have read that being in contact with a Vulcan allows them to enter you mind-” you try to continue. “Yes, if I touch you. Contact. Close proximity will do nothing of the sort.”

Several emotions cycle through your face at this revelation. Confusion, surprise, guilt, and amusement.

“Contact,” you repeat the word, realizing how you got it mixed up. You blow a raspberry and laugh and sink back onto the ground where you were sitting. “Damn English.”

- After this is cleared up, you apologize for the misunderstanding. But, instead of just brushing it off, Spock asks what your native language is. You tell him.

And from then on out, he only speaks in your native language when directly addressing you. It’s a simple gesture, but it means a lot.

- The rest of that particular night on the observation deck, you spend chatting, even hours after you’ve both finished your jobs. You find that Spock is an attentive listener, and that he is also very knowledgeable. You have much to learn from each other.

- Years later, you both still laugh about it. You have been friends for a long time now, and it’s funny to think that during those first months you worked together, you avoided him over a misinterpretation in text.

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spacewizardtrek · 3 years

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WARNING: This post will ruin you. Like Medusa; look at your peril.

But here is is. It’s the one you’ve all been waiting for.

Kirk bod appreciation #7: The RIDICULOUSLY BEAUTIFUL FACE. A highly technical and academic review.

This is a rather nebulous one. And not, on the face of it (pardon the pun) very philosophical, as it’s essentially about Kirk being stupidly pretty. This post probably will (it will) descend into just screaming and sobbing, but there will be, I promise, *some* meaningful insight into the meaning of ‘beauty’ and textual analysis of its role herein.

Beauty is subjective. But look at him. It’s not just being aesthetic, but it’s the *way* he’s aesthetic. Here I might repeat myself a bit, but stay with me. I may have mentioned before once hearing him described as ‘beautiful in the way women are often described as beautiful’. He is PRETTY. He is indeed often conveyed in the way the women stereotypically (not necessarily rightly) are on screen: perfect, smooth skin; soft, big eyes; luscious lips (his body is sensually curvaceous and furthermore it’s emphasised). He’s not androgynous though. He’s masculine. And yet I still sense what was meant in describing him as ‘beautiful in the way women are often described as beautiful’. He is a rather uncommon form of gender fuckery. He is a form of stereotype-subversion not commonly acknowledged. He seems to be everything at once, ALL THE GENDER; combines whichever traits he desires from those categories, and yet is undeniably a man and masculine whatever the ingredients. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE, one might wonder. The fact of the matter is, that it IS. And it teaches us something.

The FUCK. nO. You are not allowed to be that pretty, and you are NOT allowed to look at her like that. We’re trying to have a SENSIBLE DISCUSSION here.

Sorry, that was a non-sequitur / nothing to do with what we learn by Kirk’s embodiment; I was just ambushed by my own gif. Only the control of a Vulcan. ONLY that could possibly withstand this onslaught. And even that won’t hold up forever AS WE WELL KNOW

God.

This is going well, as you can tell.

OK. So, it’s claimed he has Eyes and Stupidly Long Weakness-Inducing Eyelashes. You know, from all that fanfic that goes on about ‘big, sparkling eyes’ and him fanning his ‘long, copper eyelashes’. I mean, yeah right, tropey mc tropeface -

IT’S TRUE. HE IS LITERALLY AN ANIME PRINCESS.

There are some moments where he just BLINKS and, how to describe it...how does a BLINK have that effect. It’s NOT ALLOWED.

...I’m sorry. It IS allowed. All of it. I am not shaming you your beauty. Never change, Jim. Never.

OK. I’m ok. 3 pics down, we can get through this -

Oh you are joking. Stop.

I don’t understand how anyone can be so beautiful. Life is a lie. Reality is fake -

- you did NOT just turn your big anime eyes on Spock. You do know this is why he ran away to PURGE ALL HIS EMOTIONS?

And for that matter, you know when Kirk looks his most beautiful? Literally WHEN HE’S LOOKING AT SPOCK. Spock talks some bollocks and Kirk just sparkles like a fucking angel:

Unbelievable. But utterly undeniable.

Sigh. Moving on.

Oh - someone once suggested I talk about The Lips. Lips are so wonderful aren’t they. So many wonderful things they can do.

And Kirk’s. They’re there in every picture: perfect, rosy, soft and madness-inducing. My advice is just...don’t think about them. But since I’ve been asked to draw attention to them, well, you’ve just sealed your fate. Scroll down at your peril.

I WARNED YOU.

I am pulling NO punches.

I’ve seen this great meme going around:

Excuse me though....CUTE?

That’s the understatement of the 23rd century.

Try impossibly beautiful, mind and body: heart of solid gold, soul deep in love with you. Those eyes and all their passion burned into your memories a thousand times over, along with - maybe, suggestibly, idk I’m extrapolating from all the goddamn tension - even the one unforgettable time he laid between lily-white sheets and gave himself to you; every gift of the mind, body and soul - and your ostensibly-forced Vulcan conditioning, that completely ignored how incompatible one part of you was with it, caused so much dissonance that you thought the only possible course of action for you both to survive was to BREAK UP, tear yourself from this beauty and love and sweetness to PURGE ALL EMOTIONS because nothing, nothing equipped you for this; you were set up specifically to fail, and fail hard in the face of transcendental love and beauty by those who rejected such things and didn’t understand you and could never imagine this for you and who instead of helping your beautiful neurodivergent brain flourish taught you to repress and caused you pain and shame and Gol was so hard and Kirk was so sad, so very sad and depressed and hurt and yet he couldn’t stop loving you with a bond so strong he called to you across the stars and Gol was all for naught yet you still didn’t know how to live like this, it was torture, torture until the mind meld with the living machine flashed your BIOS and you knew, love.exe was suddenly running with no errors and he came after you and held you and you held hands and, and -

*sobbing*

just...give me a moment

YOU WONDER WHAT THE SUBTEXT (FRIKKIN’ MAIN TEXT) OF STAR TREK: THE MOTION PICTURE WAS ALL ABOUT???

The pain?? The angst?? The two logical entities seeking contact, love, THIS SIMPLE FEELING? That fucking moment when spock walks on the bridge and the only way he can control himself is to be SUPER Vulcan, while his love gazes at him with those EYES, fucking huge and glittering and hurt and loving?? Is it so much a mystery what memories these two are carrying, what’s behind the searing tension???????

Love him. Love him Spock. Take him in your arms and love him. He’s for you. All for you. Fucking hell guys. The fuck. This movie.

ok.

ok I can do this

CAN U NOT

those damn eyes I swear

It’s obviously not all just superficial physical beauty. What IS beauty? Narratively we do sometimes find this ‘prettiness’ enhanced and emphasized like the old vaseline lens to set the tone of a scene (he’s vulnerable and delicate, or someone’s indeed in love with him so we see their ‘lens’ on him); but it is somewhat intangible and nebulous and changeable. I don’t think aesthetic beauty, if one deems it so, on its own, would be enough for the likes of Spock (indeed, no woman could charm him thusly); it's about something deeper. It’s about who he is. Who he is inside: the beautiful AND the imperfect. How his good and bad - how his ‘all’ - chimes with Spock’s 'all’. The Enemy Within deals with this, and shows how Spock loves all of Kirk, wants him complete, with both his light and shadow. The beauty of all of us is this totality and variance, not one intangible quality.

I’ll bet Spock’s parents knew immediately. Can you imagine Sarek trying to be a total bitch over Kirk, having heard the rumours and just wanting to have one more thing to reject Spock over, immediately projecting onto Kirk as some blow-up pretty-boy and how Incredibly More Disappointing My Son Is for being Obviously In Love With Stupid Illogical Human Doll Face Bubble Butt Bimbo Captain, and Amanda’s like, stfu, let me remind you Kirk is actually a Fucking Amazing Highly Decorated Starship Captain who Saves Your Life and don’t you DARE resent him just because he’s got tits/ass/tum/lips that won’t quit and is obviously the freakin’ sun Spock orbits. Mr ‘I married a human but that was special because it was logical’ or some bullshit. How is Kirk an illogical choice? I mean literally, Spock is a Science Genius™ on the federation’s FLAGSHIP whose well-matched Genius Captain™ understands him, accepts him, brings the best out of him, helps him fulfil his whole potential and is in love with him in the deepest and purest way and will be his bonded soulmate for ALL OF TIME and that fucking sour-faced bih at the start of that ep, ffs.

Of course Amanda stays in touch with Kirk, adores the fuck out of him, sends him old Vulcan lit on t’hy’la bonds (yes sarek, a T’HY’LA bond, so revered freakin’ poets write about it) etc because frankly her son could do FAR FUCKING WORSE.

FAR. FUCKING. WORSE.

Don’t...just don’t slip the bod into the equation, the face is enough for one post. We’re all in therapy for this already, let’s not relapse.

Oh, what’s the use. I’m gonna die. This is it. This is like the Monty Python joke that is so funny it kills you. This man is lethal. I need to stop this thread and purge all my emotions

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

That’s it. I’m dead. You’re dead. We’re all dead.

I hope, however, seeing this post was worth it. See you at Gol everyone.

The Forbidden Texts, DO NOT READ:

Kirk bod appreciation #6: The Curves. The Front. The...chest. AND THE AMAZING GREEN WRAP

Kirk bod appreciation #5: The Paws

Kirk bod appreciation #4: The Curves. The Back. Poetry in motion.

Kirk bod appreciation #3: Season 3 (Part 1)

Kirk bod appreciation #2b: The Gluteus Maximus

Kirk bod appreciation #2a: The Gluteus Maximus

Kirk bod appreciation #1: The Tum

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illogicalpunkwrites · 3 years

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Diplomacy

Hello! Hope everyone is doing well! This is another McCoy fic and I’ve got one for Scotty in the works. Enjoy and thank you so much for reading!

Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: Smut, cursing, jealousy, angst, fluff, the whole works

Words: 4.3k

Tags: @bloodangelballerina @theweepingvulcan91

You groaned as you read the message from Jim, already trying to find a way out of it.

All commanding officers were to go to a Gala on the metropolitan planet of TIbbea. Meaning, you’d have to dress up and attempt to kiss ass to uphold the reputation of Star Fleet.

Fantastic.

XXXXXX

You sat next to Leonard as you sipped the brandy he’d pulled out from his cabinet, some oldies playing in the background. You and Leonard had grown close, surprising everyone by becoming good friends despite the rocky beginnings. Bickering had given way to teasing, but that wasn’t to say that the bickering ended.

“So I take it you’re not looking forward to tomorrow?” He asked and you snorted.

“Absolutely not. They also still haven’t given me a new dress uniform so I’ve got to wear the most uncomfortable thing on the planet. Thankfully, it’s just black but I prefer slacks over that thing any day.”

“Hey, I hate that monkey suit. I think I’d rather wear a dress.” You laughed and rested your head on his shoulder.

“We can always switch.”

“Nah, I don’t think I could pull it off.” He replied and you two simply listened to the music. While ancient country wasn’t your taste, you had made Leonard watch enough of your movies that you owed him some of your time. “At least you can dance, right?”

“Can you?” He made a more or less sign. “I don’t really like to. I’ll stay near the bar and appetizers. Maybe you’ll meet some nice Orion girl to dance with.”

“I’ll just stay at the bar with you, darlin;. Maybe a Ferengi will woo you off your feet.” You snickered into your drink.

“If they buy me a drink, sure.” There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, but you didn’t notice Leonard’s heart nearly beating out of his chest. You only noticed something was off when he dragged his hand over his face. “You alright?”

“Uh, yeah. I was actually wondering if any of the other officers asked you to be their...accompany them to the gala?”

“No, why?”

“How about you go with me? Seems like we both want the same thing of staying out of the way and drinking them out of the house.” He joked. You hoped he didn’t notice your cheeks heating up as you looked back down into your glass.

“Sounds great, Len.”

Stars, he loved it when he called you that.

XXXXXX

The hall was ornately decorated with white walls and gold accents, a grand staircase, and breathtaking portraits of previous rulers of the planet. It seemed like it was something out of a fairy tale or a palace from Europe. Star Fleet took you to so many places but you never thought you would be in as nice a place as this.

You squirmed a little outside of the grand hall, the straps of your heels digging into your ankles, the garter belt that held your phaser chafing against your other thigh. Nyota and Janice had a lot of fun helping you get ready, an unspoken giddiness between the two. When you probed them as to why they were so adamant about getting you ready, they simply smiled and said “no reason”. Luckily for them, Spock had chosen to take Nyota as his date and Hikaru had kindly asked Janice to be his.

You had to admit they had done a great job but you weren’t surprised. Their makeup and hair were always impeccable.

You didn’t notice Leonard standing behind you and staring at you. He was in awe of how you looked. He always thought you looked beautiful but seeing you in your onyx gown was something else. It hugged you in the right places, showed off your shoulders with the loose sleeves, and the slit up your leg made you look like a goddess.

Dear God you were going to be the death of him.

You fixed your hair a little before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun to see Leonard in his dress uniform. While you knew he hated the monkey suit, he looked so handsome. His eyes were even brighter than usual and he had run just a little bit more gel through his hair.

“Hello there.” You greeted. He looked you up and down and you ran your hands over the silky material of the skirt. “Told you it was awful.”

“What’re you talking about? You look...you look gorgeous, darlin’.” Your eyes widened and you knew he saw the blush on your chest and cheeks.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” He offered you his arm and you took it, walking into the grand hall and looking out for your crewmates. You took note of the many different races that were there and the line to great the king and queen.

“Jim needs a chair like that.” You commented, looking at the throne that was decorated with the overarching symbol of the national Tibbean religion. It was imposing to say the least and you wondered if it would even fit in the transporter room.

“What? So his ego can get bigger?” You both chuckled and made your way down the stairs and towards the bar.

“I see we’re sticking to the plan?” You asked.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. Old fashioned, right?” You smiled, loving how he remembered your favorite cocktail.

“Yes please.” He ordered that for you and boulevardier for him. One of the bartenders quickly made them and slid them over to the two of you, the glasses heavy and almost a little gaudy.

“To drinking them out of the house!” He toasted and you chuckled.

“To drinking them out of their palace.” You corrected. You sipped your cocktail and, though you had many before, it was the best old fashioned you’d ever had. “Damn that’s good. I gotta figure out what bourbon they used.”

“I doubt you’d be able to afford it, darlin’.”

“Hey, if I take more credits from Scotty in poker I just might.” He scooted closer to you so you were practically resting against him.

“You gotta teach me your tricks.” “What? And let you take away my credits? I don’t think so.” You responded cheekily. You watched as Jim approached the king and queen, supposedly thanking them for their invite and talking up Star Fleet.

“It isn’t even a game for you anymore! You win every time.” He complained and you laughed.

“Doctor McCoy, I don’t play games. Poker is just a means to an end to be able to get everyone’s credits.”

“Never took you for a scrooge. You can tell me something”

“I never realized you were so whiny.” You replied and his jaw dropped in feigned shock. “Oh shut it, you know it’s true. ‘Jim, I’m a doctor not a brick layer. Spock you realize this is impossible. (Y/N) you need to be more careful’. Dammit Jim can’t you-” He elbowed you a little and you laughed, his arm going around your shoulders.

“You two certainly look like you’re having fun.” Jim said as he approached with the other members of the crew that had beamed down. You both sipped on your drinks as the others talked about how beautiful the planet was. Scotty was impressed with their liquor selection just like you were, Janice couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the paintings, Nyota was in awe of the poetic music that played, and Hikaru was obsessed with the native plants that nearly glowed with color.

“Please Spock, dance with me.” Nyota begged, already a little tipsy. She was always a lightweight, ever since meeting her your first day on the Enterprise.

“Of course, ashayam.” He replied and held out his arm for her to take and lead her to the floor. You and Leonard looked at each other, hardly believing the Vulcan could be so smooth.

“Miss Rand, if I may.” Sulu offered his hand, Janice laughing as she took it. Scotty lead Lieutenant Mira, Jim grabbed Carol, which eaft you and Leonard against the bar still. You were feeling the effects of your second old fashioned and decided “to hell with it”.

“Len, come dance with me.” He sputtered into his drink and quickly wiped his chin.

“Uh, I thought you didn’t dance.”

“I never said that, I just never answered your question. So will you dance with me?” You replied, placing your glass down and reaching to grab his hands. “Well...Look darlin’-”

“I’ll dance with you.” A deep voice called. You turned to see a Daliwakan leaning against the bar near you. “I’m Ivvoid, junior ambassador to the Daliwakans.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself and your rank aboard the Enterprise.

“Dr. McCoy, CMO of the Enterprise.” He introduced and you didn’t fail to miss how his chest seemed to literally puff up.

“Come, Commander. Indulge in me a little and dance.” Before you could object, he grabbed your elbow and led you to the floor. His other hand quickly went to your waist as you stepped in time to the music.

“You have to forgive me, I’m not a talented dancer.” You told him sheepishly, keeping in mind you had to keep up a diplomatic presence. You wished Leonard was with you instead.

“To be honest, neither am I. But who ever heard of an ambassador who couldn’t dance?” You laughed softly at him as he lead the little waltz you were having. You could practically feel Leonard’s eyes on you. “Who is the CMO to you?”

“What?”

“Who is he to you? Just a crewmate?” He replied and you furrowed your brows at him.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, if I wish to get to know you better I would want to know whether you are spoken for or not.” He replied bluntly. You were a little stunned, something unusual for you. You didn’t realize that was a trait amongst the Daliwakans.

“Well, he is my date for the night.” You explained and you saw the ridges on his forehead raise.

“Just for the night then? You two aren’t together?”

“Well no, I don’t suppose we are.” You replied honestly.

“Fantastic! You know, back on my planet women-”

XXXXXX

Nyota looked over at Spock’s shoulder to see Leonard still leaning against the bar while you danced with someone else. She knew that there was something going on between the two of you, but you were both too stubborn and blind to do anything. If he wasn’t going to do anything, she would just have to push him.

“Spock, let’s move near Doctor McCoy.”

“Are you planning something?” Nyota smiled up at him and he did as she asked. “Doctor.”

“Spock, Uhura.” Leonard replied as he sipped on his third drink of the night. He saw how flustered you were getting and couldn’t help the pang of jealousy in his chest.

“Leonard, why don’t you go over there? She obviously doesn’t want to be there.”

“What’re you talking about? She’s laughing at everything he says and hasn’t stopped dancing with him.” He grumbled.

“Perhaps she is merely trying to be diplomatic. It’s hard to reject an offer from an ambassador.” Spock replied and Nyota grabbed his hand in a Vulcan kiss, showing that he had done a good job.

“Nah, she likes him.” She looked over again and saw how stiff you were. Sometimes she really wanted to slap Leonard for not catching on to the obvious things.

“Really? You think so? Maybe she just needs someone else to go save her, be assertive! Go over there!” Leonard polished off his glass and moved away from the bar.

“Nah, leave her be.” She looked up at Spock and he led her back to the dance floor, hoping to lift her spirits again. Nyota looked across to Janice who sported a disappointed look on her face. XXXXXX

You looked away from the ambassador to see Leonard going back up the stairs of the grand hall. Your eyes widened and you mouth went slightly agape. You let go of the ambassador’s hand and, against his protests, quickly made your way through the crowd.

“Wait, Commander!”

“I’m sorry, I have to go!” You caught Leonard going around a corner and followed him, wondering where he could possibly be going. He went up another set of stairs and you followed, but he had gone into one of the many rooms before you could see which one. You opened each one, looking around, before you found a study. You saw his back turned towards you as he leaned with his palms against a desk. The window in front of him showing the dark purple sky with triple moons illuminating his figure.

“Dammit.” He sighed to himself and you quietly closed the door behind you.

“Hey, I thought we were going to drink the entire bar?” You joked but he didn’t laugh. You approached him and rubbed his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” He bit back. You stepped back a little but your hands didn’t leave him. “I’m sorry. Go back downstairs, have fun.”

“I was having fun with you.”

“You were having fun with the ambassador.” He replied and you rolled your eyes.

“He was cocky and dull.”

“You laughed an awful lot.” He scoffed. You pulled away from him and crossed your arms across your chest.

“Doctor McCoy, are you jealous?” You teased, but your teasing nature went away when he didn’t say anything. “Len-”

“Darlin’, I’m fine. I just need a minute.”

“No you don’t.” He turned to see you. Again, he couldn’t help thinking how beautiful you looked against the purple light. “What’s going on? We were having fun, I asked you to dance with me and you didn’t want to, the ambassador didn’t even really ask just took me over, now you’re upset.”

“I never said I didn’t want to dance with you.” He said. “I just didn’t have the...”

“Balls?” He finally laughed a little at that.

“Yeah. He kinda stepped in before I could finally get some.” You heard the music lightly coming through the door and walked over to him, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist and you locked yours around his neck.

“There we go. That’s better.” You said. He rested his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. You swayed together to the faint music, breathing in his musky cologne and your warm and spicy perfume. His arms tightened around you so the tips of your noses touched. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze. While he was someone who didn’t particularly like dancing, he didn’t mind it with you. “You don’t have to be jealous, y’know.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I don’t want anyone else.” His breath hitched as one of your hands slid down to cup his jaw.

“Darlin’, don’t play games.”

“You heard me earlier. I don’t play games.” You closed the gap between the two of you and kissed him softly. One of the hands wrapped around your waist went up to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer. It didn’t take him long to start kissing you back, taking your bottom lip between his. His lips were a little chapped but damn did he know how to kiss. You felt your entire body melting into him as every nerve ending fired. You had to keep yourself from whining when he pulled away.

“I’ve been wanting that to happen a long time.”

“Me too.” He leaned down to kiss you again, fiercer this time as he lead you against the desk. His hands went up to cup your jaw as you grabbed at his back, the dress uniform’s scratchy fabric unpleasant against your fingernails. His tongue darted into your mouth and you welcomed him as he teased you. His hands started moving all over you, wanting to feel as much of you as possible. His mouth moved against your jaw, down to you neck and stopped there. Your breathing had picked up as he kissed against the juncture of your neck and collarbone. “Len-” You gasped out when he kissed, sucked the skin into his mouth. You didn’t care about the mark that would be left there as his lips pressed a soft kiss to the red spot he had created. He pulled away to look at you, his lips slightly swollen.

“Darlin’ I need you to tell me to stop if you don’t want this. I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted to kiss you, to taste you, to feel you.” Your breathing picked up even more as you were rendered speechless. “I just need you to tell me to stop and I will.”

“I don’t want you to. Please Len, don’t stop.” you whispered, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head. You leaned forward and pulled the collar of his shirt down and leaned to give him the same mark he had given you. His hand went to your exposed thigh, feeling the garter that held your phaser. “Always have to be prepared.” You joked, breaking some of the tension. He smiled and pulled the phaser to set it on the chair behind the desk. His hand slid up your thigh again and you jumped a little as he finally reached your panties. His fingers creeped in to find that bundle of nerves that was screaming for attention.

“Shit.” He cursed when he felt how wet you were. He started slowly circling it and your hands went to his biceps, squeezing tightly. His finger moved away from your clit and into your core, quickly joined by a second finger. You were tight around his fingers and you wondered how tight you would feel around his cock. He moved his fingers around a little until he found the spot that made you clench around him and moan into his mouth.

“Yes!” You sighed, his thumb going to rub your clit has his fingers curled inside of you. You messed with his shirt with shaky hands, trying to open it to feel at least some of his skin. When you succeeded, you ran your hands down his chest to reach for his slacks. You pressed your lips together when you felt the bit of wetness at the bulge. You unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underwear down his hips enough to free his cock that slapped against his belly. You both moaned to each other as you ran the palm of your hand over his tip. You encircled him and started jerking him off slowly. The coil in your belly was growing tighter as he continually tapped against you while rubbing the most sensitive part of you. While you always secretly admired his hands, you had underestimated how good his fingers would be. “Shit wait, I don’t want to come yet.”

“What do you need? Whatever you want.” He replied desperately.

“I need you inside me now. I can’t wait anymore.” He cured under his breath and you bunched up your skirt so it wouldn’t get ruined. He pulled his fingers and you swore you could’ve come just from watching him smear your wetness over his cock. He wrapped one of his arms back around your waist with the other holding it, your arms going to grip at his shoulders. His cock caught at your entrance and he grasped the base of himself before slowly starting to push in. Both of your mouths dropped open as he sank into you with small rolls of his hips.

“Fuck you feel too damn good.” You mewled as his accent came out even more. He finally bottomed out inside of you and he felt your grip tighten on his shoulders. “You alright?”

“Perfect, you feel perfect.” You two stayed like that for a moment or two, basking in each other before your hips started to roll as best as they could against him. One of his hands left you to grip the edge of the desk as he pulled out to the tip to push back into you roughly. You could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold back as much as he wanted to as your body bounced against him and the desk creaked underneath you and the fact that you knew the grip he had on your hip would leave bruises. You hooked one of your legs higher around his waist and he gasped out when he sunk even deeper into you. The angle allowed for him to hit the spot that he had found earlier and if it wasn’t for him you would’ve collapsed against the desk. You muffled your cries against his shoulder, still cognisant that you were at a gala.

“Shit, darlin’ I’m not gonna last much longer.” You shook your head against him.

“Me neither.”

“Rub your clit, c’mon.” He groaned into your ear and one of you shaky hands reached down to sloppily circle your clit. He cursed and bit his lip when he felt you clench around him tighter. “C’mon honey, come for me.” Your legs started shaking around him and you felt that coil turning even tighter. “Please come for me.” He whined and you felt that resolve snap inside of you, tingling through every part of your body as your back bowed to press your breasts against him. He kissed you to swallow your cries as your body convulsed. He was soon grunting and groaning loader before you felt hotness cover your walls and his thrusts becoming shorter and deeper. His knuckles were blanched as they went to move your hair out of your face, feeling the imprints the lines of the desk made on his fingers and his breath puffing out against you. Your hands went to feel his pecs, to feel his heart beating wildly.

“See? Told ya you didn’t need to be jealous.” You panted and he chuckled against you, the sound reverberating through you. He leaned down to give you a sweet kiss against your forehead and nuzzled against you.

“We should probably get cleaned up.” He pulled up your panties and you stood up from the desk, squirming when you felt come slide out of you. “Maybe that’ll keep you from dancing with someone else.” You rolled your eyes lovingly and grabbed your phaser to put it back in your garter. You helped him look presentable again and kissed his cheek before going to the door. He grabbed your hand and pulled your back to his chest. “This wasn’t the way I thought that this would happen, but I’m glad it did.”

“How did you want it to happen?” He looked down at you and rubbed his thumb over the mark he had made on your shoulder.

“I would’ve taken you out first once I’d finally gotten the courage to ask you out. Maybe I’d take you to a nice restaurant on a planet like this to get some real food, not replicated. I might take you to a place where you could see the stars because you love ‘em so damn much even though you’re constantly surrounded by them. I was actually trying to track down an old movie you loved so that we could watch it together. I was thinking I would make my move then.” You smiled up at him and played with the medals on his shirt.

“Those things can still happen, y’know. We can still do all of that.” You said. “I would really like to.”

“Me too.” He gave you another kiss before you both left the room, hoping you didn’t leave behind too big of a mess.

XXXXXX

“Janice, I thought it would happen too.” Nyota consoled the yeoman as they wondered where the two of you had went. They had assumed you had both beamed back to the ship after realizing the other was busy either dancing or wallowing.

“But it was perfect! It was just like those sappy vids! Pretty dresses, dancing, two people who won’t admit they’re in love! I just want them to be happy.” “Plus it doesn’t help that we have a bet going.” Hikaru interjected. “If they didn’t get together tonight then she owes me fifty credits.” Nyota shook her head incredulously.

“You two are-” She stopped when she saw the two of you walk back down the stairs together again. “Oh stars-”

“Yes!” Janice celebrated. “Pay up, Hikaru!”

“Wait, that’s not proof of anything!” He whined.

“Think again, hickey at three o’clock.” Hikaru leaned against the table near him and groaned.

“What’s going on?” You asked and they didn’t miss how Leonard had his arm around your waist.

“Oh nothing, we’re just about to toast.” They grabbed some bubbly by a waiter walking by. “To new beginnings and old bets!” Your brows furrowed but you drank from the flute anyway.

You’d figure out what they meant later. For now, you relished being with your doctor and friends.

“C’mon, I owe you a dance.” He said in your ear, leading you away from your friends. Unlike before, you assumed a more formal position with your hand in his, the other on his shoulder, and his other on your hip.

“Glad to see you finally made it out!” Jim chuffed. “Must’ve had enough bourbon.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Leonard replied and you chuckled. Leonard’s eyes suddenly narrowed over your shoulder before you heard a familiar voice.

“Commander, glad to see you made it back! May I steal you for a moment?” The ambassador asked and you sighed.

“No, you may not.”

“But-”

“She said no. Go chase an asteroid.” Leonard replied and you were surprised at the way he talked.

“Excuse me?”

“Excuse us.” You replied and pushed Leonard away from the ambassador before a diplomatic incident occurred. “Y’know, we’re trying to suck up here.”

“Never was one for kissing ass.” He mused.

“Ah, always with that southern charm.”

“It got you, darlin’.”

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Golden/Alone

The Engineer’s Adventures

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For: @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday. I am aware that today is Thursday; this was longer than I expected! Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike x F!Reader (no Y/N) Warnings: violence, references to violence, drug use (kind of), minor character death WC: 7.3k words Tag list: @jusvibbbin - to be added to my Pike x Reader Taglist please let me know <3 A/N: The Engineer is back! And why does she go on away missions? WHY? I genuinely had so much fun writing this. I hope you enjoy!

“If I were piloting, Number One, I would have flown us through the eye of that storm cell. We would have gotten here quicker,” Chris jokes to Number One as they unstrap themselves from the co-pilot and pilot’s seats, respectively.

“And that is precisely why I was flying and not you, Captain. We may have been slower, but I got us here in one piece.”

“Lieutenant, back me up here. My flying was great in that speeder on Eloma.”

“You kept us ahead of our pursuers, yes sir,” you say with a smile.

“And staying ahead of pursuers is not a valuable skill in an atmosphere like this one where we are not being pursued,” Number One states with some finality, as she presses the control to open the back of the shuttle and extend the ramp.

You are on Caylara, for what you hope will be a boring mission. The captain and Number One, along with security officer Ensign James, are here to open negotiations for Caylara to join the Federation.

You are here because of the atmosphere – it is notoriously difficult to traverse. You can’t transport living things through it, unless you want them to be merged, dead, or both, and even flying through it is a challenge because of the electrical storm layers. There are windows of time when it’s safer, when shuttles and communications can get through, and windows when they can’t.

At Louvier’s instruction you had prepared a shuttle (and a backup – you don’t like to take chances) to travel through the atmosphere. Standard procedure for Caylara was to have an engineer accompany the shuttle to perform any repairs needed on the ground. You had tried to argue your preparations were good enough that you wouldn’t be needed, but Chris had seen straight through you.

“You find diplomacy boring and you don’t want a repeat of Eloma. That’s what’s really going on here, isn’t it?” His mouth had twisted into that smile you found irresistible, and even though you pouted, adopting your best puppy-dog expression, he had just laughed. “It’s all right. I won’t make you go to the reception. I won’t even make you wear your dress uniform. You can stay with the shuttle.”

You hang back as the captain and Ensign James pass you, Chris brushing his hand against yours as he passes. You smile a little, and get your tricorder out – you need to check to make sure the shuttle didn’t get damaged and will be all right to make the return trip. You look down the ramp as you scan, seeing the Caylarans for the first time as their delegation greets the away team.

They are very tall. You estimate the shortest is well over two metres and they tower above the away team, even over Ensign James who is tall for a human. But given the slightly lower gravity of Caylara their height isn’t surprising, you think. They have skin varying from very pale through to olive toned. Their faces are smooth but they have scales around their hairline extending down to the rest of their bodies. Well, their hands, at least. They are wearing long robes.

Your tricorder beeps as the away team starts to move away; there seems to be a charge buildup in one of the EPS controllers, but that’s all and it’s an easy fix. You pop the relevant panel and discharge it, without shocking yourself for once, and replace the panel.

Then there’s nothing left to do but wait. The reception is due to last two, perhaps three hours – short enough that you’ll be able to make your return trip through the atmosphere with time to spare before the current window closes.

You’ve brought some reading, of course, but first you want to get to the bottom of why the EPS controller picked up a charge. You take it as a personal insult, really – you were sure you had accounted for everything from the data you were given to prepare. However, when you compare the preliminary data with the scans the shuttle took as it went through the atmosphere you can clearly see the discrepancies. You’re puzzled for a moment – but of course you had enhanced the sensors to the latest specs when you adapted the shuttle, and you don’t know how old the original readings you were working with were. You almost wish Chris had piloted you through the storm cell; then you would have more data to work with.

You busy yourself combining the shuttle’s readings with your existing model, and calculating how much it was off by. After some time you are pretty sure you’ve got to the bottom of where the charge came from, and you modify the shuttle so that it doesn’t happen again.

You also think you may be able to make predictions with your new model, and perhaps refine your timings for the atmospheric windows. The Caylarans know the timings pretty accurately, but you aren’t at the stage of sharing data on that level as yet.

You run a new set of scans, and frown – there’s only ninety minutes until the window closes. You compare with the original estimates and—

Hang on. When did it get so late? You were supposed to be on the way back by now.

“Shuttle Hubble to away team? Come in please?”

Silence.

“Shuttle Hubble to Captain Pike?”

More silence.

Silence when you try to call Number One and James, too.

“Enterprise to Hubble. Come in, please.”

“Shuttle Hubble here, Lieutenant Spock. I was just about to call you – I have lost contact with the rest of the away team. They should have been back here by now, but they aren’t.”

“I have also tried to contact the captain but to no avail. Three unknown craft have appeared in the system, and have locked weapons on to us and the planet. They are not responding to hails. I have placed the Enterprise on yellow alert and raised shields. We cannot get a sensor lock on individual life signs through the atmosphere, and—”

“They’re firing some sort of energy weapon!”

“Taking evasive action!”

“Lieutenant, I—” Spock sounds uncharacteristically strained as he’s interrupted by what sounds like an overloading console.

“I understand. I’ll look for them. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant. Enterprise out.”

That’s it, you think.

You’re on your own.

You take a deep breath: what do you need? Communicator. Tricorder. Emergency medkit.

Phaser.

You put the medkit in a backpack, and since there’s space you add a water bottle and some emergency rations. You clip the tricorder to a utility belt, and holster the phaser, set to stun. Your communicator goes in your pants pocket; you’ve got your usual tools in your jacket.

Then you remember your terrible luck with communicators, so you grab a spare and shove it in your backpack. That should do it. You can’t carry the kitchen sink and you don’t have time to keep second guessing yourself.

Okay. Plan: find the away team, bring them to safety.

You exit the shuttle and shut the ramp – you don’t need strangers damaging it.

You take in your surroundings next. The shuttle has landed in the grounds of a large building, elevated on a hill in the middle of a city. It’s only three or four storeys high, but quite wide, and you think it extends back a long way. There are decorative metal accents spaced at regular intervals – lightning conductors, you realise, as you head toward the most important looking doorway – you see burnt grass at their bases. This building isn’t tall, but it is the tallest around; the atmosphere must affect Caylaran architecture, you think.

There’s no one around, which surprises you; shouldn’t there be guards?

You push the door and it opens with a whisper. Inside is the most ornate room you have ever been in. The walls are gold coloured stone, there are dozens of columns in mottled golden marble, and there are decorations finished with real gold leaf everywhere. There are bronze statues and hundreds of warm coloured lights. The ceiling is as decorated as the walls, and the whole effect is beautiful. Imposing. Stunning. Overwhelming.

But again, no one is here. You get your tricorder out, but you can’t resolve anything. Perhaps something is blocking the scan? You look at the stairs. The steps are high, designed with Caylarans in mind, and go up before dividing. There are flights down, too. There are corridors to the left and right, and you have to take a moment to weigh all your options. The largest doors are ahead, though, up the main staircase and over. Perhaps that’s where you would take guests that you wanted to impress?

You think back to what you read on Caylara in your mission briefing as you climb the stairs. Their head of state is Crown Princess Nanren, but although the title remains the same, a princess many generations ago passed laws to end the hereditary monarchy. Now a new crown prince or princess is elected for life when the previous one dies, and you think they have an elected senate too.

Beyond that, you don’t really know anything, you think as you reach the top of the stairs. You cross the landing, trying to stay aware of your surroundings. And as you look down the stairs, you lock eyes with the first person you’ve seen.

A guard is sitting on the ground next to the doors. He’s armed, and the stairs in front of him show signs of having been fired on. But he’s slumped back, his green-blue swirled eyes staring up at you.

“Why’s it so dark? I can see you in the dark. Why did you bring the dark with you? You shouldn’t—” he tries to lift his weapon, and you draw your phaser, but his head lolls and he closes his eyes, dropping the weapon in front of him.

That was unsettling.

You proceed slowly down the stairs, but he doesn’t move again. You kick his weapon away and get your tricorder out. You’re not a medic, this isn’t a medical tricorder, and you don’t know much about Caylaran physiology, but you do have field medic training and you can see that something is terribly wrong. You scan him, and then the air. It seems like there are traces of a molecule around that your tricorder program flags up as having features in common with known hallucinogens. It didn’t flag up on your general scan so it’s probably dissipated enough that it won’t affect you, but still you wish you’d put on an EV suit. There’s no time to second guess yourself now, though.

You put the tricorder away in favour of the phaser, and you gently push the next door open.

If you thought the foyer was large, this room is even larger. It’s all gold again, and should be as beautiful, but it looks like there’s been a fight in here and furniture is in haphazard piles on the floor. It makes you think of playing forts with your cousins in your grandparents’ house as a child. You’re not a strategist but you can easily see that these piles aren’t much better than that – they provide barely any cover.

You pick your way over gilded chairs and past carved wooden tables inlaid with gold, keeping an eye out. About a quarter of the way into the room, under a table with two chairs on top you see a Caylaran. She looks young, wearing what looks like it could be a staff uniform – it’s a plain warm toned brown dress with an embroidered hem, far less fancy than the delegates who had welcomed the others of your team. She’s staring straight ahead, hugging her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth. She pays you no attention as you kneel down by her.

“What’s your name?” You ask, softly.

“My name is Lararen and I’m going to kill the queen, going to kill the queen, going to kill the queen. My name is Lararen and I’m going to kill the queen, then the Genai are going to kill me.”

She smiles broadly as she finishes her little song, still staring vacantly straight ahead, and you shudder. You shake her shoulder and she blinks, slowly, but she doesn’t move.

You straighten up, thoughtfully, wondering what the Genai are. Some sort of bogeyman, or an alien race? Not that it matters.

Next you find a pair of guards, asleep, holding hands. You move their weapons out of sight and continue through.

But then you find a dead Caylaran. He looks like someone important, but his red robe embroidered with a golden floral patten has a scorch mark right in the middle of his chest. You’re not sure if that killed him, because there’s a pool of blood beneath him too. Either way, you think as you close his grey-purple eyes, he probably didn’t deserve whatever it was. You take a moment to pay your respects before moving on.

You don’t find any more dead bodies in this room, but you find several more Caylarans, either sleeping or talking nonsense. One male asks you where your flowers are, and tries to give you some from a fallen flower arrangement, but most of the rest are just scared.

You think they probably have good cause, as you push another door open. You pick it because the largest number of guards were close to it, so you figure it probably leads somewhere important.

It leads on to a stair well, small but lavishly decorated with tapestries, depicting Caylarans standing in outdoor scenes, sometimes with animals you don’t recognise. They deaden the sound of your footsteps as you climb the tall stone stairs.

Then two things happen: you pause as you notice one of the hangings is moving a little at the bottom, as though in a breeze. And then you hear voices above you.

“She’s not up here,” says a female voice, annoyed. Lucid.

“Well she’s definitely not down there.” The second voice is male. Defensive. “I’ve got a message from Alara. She wants us to look again.”

“Fine. But I want it noted for the record that this is a waste of time,” the first voice says, sounding suddenly quieter – she’s probably passed through a doorway.

“Like anyone cares, Nerela,” the second voice says. You risk a peek up the stairwell. You don’t get a good look as the second person disappears through the door, but they are definitely not Caylaran – he has blue skin.

You lean against a tapestry. There are aliens here, separate from your away team. There are aliens in orbit, too. The odds are good that they’re the same species. And “she” must be the crown princess. But what are they planning?

Regardless, you still need to find your people. It’s been half an hour; you could get back to the shuttle faster if you went straight there, but there isn’t much time left in this window.

You eye the tapestry again. You’re definitely not going to follow the aliens, and this breeze must be coming from somewhere. You push it aside.

This door is the first plain thing you’ve seen in the building. It stands slightly ajar – hence the breeze – and it’s painted beige to match the stonework, but otherwise it’s featureless. It swings as quietly as all the other doors when you push it, but it has some kind of bolt on the other side. Interesting. You try to work it, but you can’t. You think of the tools in your jacket; you could probably figure it out, but no. There’s no time. You push the door to, making sure it’s as shut as it can be, and continue.

You must have entered the service part of the building, you think, as you walk along a corridor. This is functional and plain, like the door. You feel a little more comfortable here; if you’d been interested in fancy, you would have joined the command track. Or Diplomatic Corps. You get your tricorder out again, but it doesn’t show you anything still and you didn’t expect it to. But then you approach a door, and hear whimpering from the other side.

You have your hand on your phaser as you push the door open. It’s dark compared to the rest of the building; there is a small window but there’s not much light coming through the Caylaran atmosphere right now. You take a moment to let your eyes adjust, then head toward the whimpering.

The room is small; some kind of office, perhaps? There’s a desk in the room, and behind it—

“Number One?” She’s crying. Number One is sitting on the floor crying, hair a mess, dress uniform dirty, cradling Ensign James in her lap.

You can barely believe it, but you squat down, reaching for your tricorder. You can see James breathing, at least. You look around, but Chris isn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Number One?” You scan them both. They both have traces of the drug in their systems, but a lot less than the guard you scanned earlier. As your eyes adjust you can see though that James has hit his head; there’s blood in his hair and on Una’s uniform. He’s also been hit by a energy discharge, but to the side.

“Una? What’s wrong?”

“I failed everyone. I didn’t protect my captain. What first officer doesn’t protect her captain? They’re going to throw me in the brig. They’re going to court martial me. I lost my captain, and he’s dead, I—”

Suddenly you’ve had enough. You slap her, hard. “Number One!”

“Lieutenant! What did you just—”

“Oh my goodness! I’m sorry, I—you—” You breathe. “Are you all right?” You strip your backpack off for your medkit. You’re going to need to try to bring Ensign James round.

“I—I’m not sure. I don’t know what happened; everything was normal and then suddenly it wasn’t. I was so scared, Lieutenant. It was—I can still feel it. But it doesn’t feel like me.” She shakes her head, eyes still a little wide, and you pass her the water bottle. She takes a drink as you inject Ensign James with a hypospray. He starts stirring immediately, which is good, but you still think he needs a proper exam to rule out any brain problems.

“Una, you’ve got fifteen minutes to get back to the shuttle with Ensign James. There are alien ships attacking the Enterprise, and I’ve seen aliens here too. I think they may be called the Genai. You go down the corridor, down the stairs, through the big room, through the foyer, and out. Do you think you can do that?”

“Back to the shuttle. Genai.” She shakes her head again, blinking a few times. She squares her shoulders. “Yes, I think so. I can. What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to find the captain. You can tell the computer to run on autopilot, if you need to – I updated the climate model, so the computer should be able to handle it.”

Together you help Ensign James to his feet.

“Do you have your communicator still?”

“I don’t,” James is still groggy as he pats himself down.

“I do,” Number One brings her communicator out and opens it. “Number One to Enterprise, come in please.”

Static.

“I think there’s a blocking field throughout this building. The tricorder isn’t working for some things either. You’d better get going.”

“Good luck, Lieutenant.”

“Thanks. You too, Commander.”

You put your medkit away as Number One and James leave. You’re relieved that they’re both okay, and you’re confident in Una, now she recognises her fear isn’t hers.

Back in the corridor you check the door to make sure Una shut it. You push it, but it’s locked. Weird. You could probably unlock it, but you don’t want to go that way anyway.

You turn your back on the door and continue along the corridor. Number One had said the captain – had said Chris – was dead. But he can’t be. She wasn’t, and you think she only had blood from Ensign James on her uniform. But... what if he is?

If he is, you do your duty as a Starfleet officer first. Find his body. Survive. Get out of here. Then mourn him second.

You pass three locked doors on the corridor, but the last opens to more stairs. Still functional, but just going down this time. You go down, listening, hand on you phaser.

Back on the ground floor – you think, but it could be a mezzanine level – there are several rooms that are open.

You go into the first one, hand still on your phaser. It’s a bedroom, and there’s a Caylaran male cowering in the corner, wearing the service uniform.

“Have you come to end it?” He asks, staring past you. You don’t answer, but your heart aches; you think he means his life. The next room is empty, bed neatly made up.

You listen at the door to the third room, and you think you hear breathing. You push the door open slowly. You don’t see anyone at first, but as you head into the room you see the edge of a gold robe, protruding out of what must the en-suite. You think you’re getting a feel for Caylaran fashion, and this is easily the fanciest thing you’ve seen so far. The robe is made of gold fabric, whereas all the others you’ve seen have been colours embroidered with gold. This one has gold and silver embroidery, and multicoloured gemstones picking out the centres of the flowers.

“Crown Princess Nanren?” Your pitch your voice low. Gentle. You remember how Chris spoke to you on Earth in the past, when you were panicking, and try to convey that calm, that confidence, to her. And in that moment you know you can no longer focus on looking for him. If this is the crown princess, more hinges on you looking after her.

“Crown Princess? I’m a Lieutenant from the Enterprise. From Starfleet – the Federation. I’m not a dream or a nightmare. I’m here to help. Will you come out?”

“The Genai are here. They’re going to kill me. I—I can’t—”

“We will find somewhere you can call your people. I will look after you. We will call in your people and they will deal with the Genai.” General Order One doesn’t apply here, you think. Not if the Genai are already interfering. Not that you care about diplomacy anyway. You’ll do what’s right now, and face the consequences later.

“I don’t—Why aren’t they here already?”

“I don’t know, Crown Princess. But we will figure it out. Please trust me.” You put all your belief into your tone, all the hope you still have left... and she steps forward.

She looks every bit the princess. She is tall, even compared to the other Caylara you’ve seen, and her dress is as exquisite as you expected from the tiny part you’d seen. You wonder, briefly, how many she has like that and how many months, perhaps years, it took to sew. She has a gauzy golden cloak hanging behind her, also embroidered, and her dark hair is braided and pinned up into an elaborate style. The only things that are not Princess-like about her are her purple-blue swirled eyes. They are wide, and anxious.

You recall your briefing notes, and bow. “Princess,” you say, staring at the floor.

“Arise,” she replies, and there’s the ghost of a command tone there. Good.

You straighten, looking up at her again, and pause. This is not how you dress if you might need to make a run for it.

You exhale, surveying the room. It’s a bedroom – a staff bedroom.

“Princess, I can get you out of this, I think. But first... you need to change.”

You find staff robes in the wardrobe that fit her, even if they’re a touch short. And sensible shoes. You have to sit her on the bed to take her hair down, but, you reflect with a little smile that she can’t see, taking her pins out is not unlike taking tiny components out of a circuit board.

“You get used to it, you know,” she says as she stands after you’ve finished. “The pomp and ceremony. The robes. People expect it of their princess, and you get used to it.”

“They are lovely,” you say, following her gaze to where her robes are hung up. “But we should get moving. Where can we call your people?”

“That sort of thing is in the wing on the other side of the Room of State,” she says. Right. The other side of that big room. Of course. And there’s a locked door between you and it.

Even so you retrace your steps. She’s much faster up the stairs than you, and you think bad thoughts about differing alien physiologies. But then, she would find the chairs on the Enterprise a bit small, you think. And the beds.

Soon you’re on the corridor with the door at the end, and you finger your jacket’s zipper as you get closer – it’s time for you to brush off your lock-picking skills. You hope the lock is easy like the ones on Eloma.

But the princess pushes the door and it opens with a whisper.

You can’t say anything. But you thank your lucky stars for small favours.

“Let me,” you say, as you approach the bottom of the stairwell. “If anything happens, go back the way we came.” You look the princess in the eye and she nods.

You crack the door open the tiniest bit, and you hear a voice.

You turn back to the princess, reach out and take her hand. You know it isn’t protocol but you squeeze gently, feeling the scales on her skin and a ring round her finger, hoping the touch will keep her calm.

You push the door open again.

“—everywhere. Yes. Me personally. I don’t care what you—yes I know scanners aren’t working. I wish you hadn’t got voice comms back. But she’s not here; she must be on your floor. Fine, Nerela. She could be in the south wing. No don’t come down here, you idiot. Go round. Ugh. Put Yaima on. Yes tell Nerela she’s being a pain. No, they’re still with our vessel, so she can’t be in the garden. It’s the storm cycle; of course we can’t—To the East, yes. I’ll see you there. But tell Nerela she’s done after this. No I don’t care. Alara out.”

You hear footsteps stalking down the room, getting closer. Your heart is in your mouth, one hand on your phaser, as you hold your breath. The steps falter slightly... and then they continue. You stay frozen until you can’t hear them anymore, then you give it a minute after that before you move the door.

The Room of State has changed since you saw it last; almost all the furniture has been pushed to the sides of the room, apart from a chair cushion in the middle of the floor; that’s what made Alara miss her step.

You take a step forward, and the princess follows, still holding your hand. She gasps, and you follow her gaze; at the end of the room are rows of Caylarans, lying on the floor. You look around, but the coast seems clear. You take your tricorder out one-handed, and you scan them. From here you can pick out their life signs – they may be unconscious but they’re still alive.

“They’re okay. They aren’t dead. Probably stunned with an energy weapon.” You feel the princess relax, and you drop her hand. “We can take care of them later. You need to show me where to go.”

She nods, and you follow her across the room and through the door on the other side. You have time to check on the way across: Number One and James aren’t there. Neither is the captain.

The stairwell on the other side is like the first, except this has paintings rather than tapestries, and your footsteps are louder as you climb.

“I don’t know who any of them are,” the princess says, looking at the paintings on your way up. “I suppose I should, but... they’re not my ancestors, I suppose. Just... predecessors. In a way.”

You resist the impulse to shush her.

On this stairwell a painting opens to the service corridor. You take the lead going through, but the corridor is empty. And when the princess shuts the door, you hear its lock click.

You walk along the corridor, listening carefully, but you can’t hear any signs of life. You have to hustle to keep up with the princess, but you push a couple of doors as you pass them. They’re both locked.

The stairs down at the other end of the corridor carry on further than they do on the other side, and your calves are beginning to ache when you reach the bottom. Your discomfort doesn’t matter, you tell yourself. It’s cooler down here, and you think you must be underground. Some kind of bunker.

“My real office is in my suite. My ceremonial office is downstairs, but this”—she opens the second door you reach—“is for emergencies.”

The office is dark as you go in, but she presses a control and it lights up. You close the door behind you and look around. Unlike the other rooms off the service corridors, this one is lavish once again. The wallpaper has gilded highlights, and the desk is made of a golden brown hardwood and is intricately carved. There’s no window since you’re underground, but the light fittings are made of bronze and remind you of the statues in the foyer. You realise the room is probably this nice in case the princess needs to do an emergency broadcast – her surroundings will still look the part.

The princess sits at the desk, pressing her palm to a sensor. A computer apparatus lifts up, and she enters some commands. You walk round the desk and stand a little way to her side, as a Caylaran man appears on the screen. His expression is blank, confused.

“Is this some kind of joke? At such a time? Using Princess Nanren’s—wait—”

He frowns, tips his head to one side.

“Your highness, is—is that you? The Genai—we were sure they’d killed you. That’s what they said. And the blocking field is on so we couldn’t scan—we had no idea—I—” He closes his eyes and bows his head.

“I am so sorry, your highness. I didn’t want to risk your people on a dangerous mission with no intelligence if you were already dead. But I should have trusted in you, and not believed the Genai without proof.”

Staff robe or not, Crown Princess Nanren straightens up and looks every bit the princess once again.

“Arise. Guard Leader Daymen, I am glad to see you. Please do not apologise; the time for analysing our decisions and learning from this situation is not yet here. First I must survive, and you must take back the palace. The Genai are still here; they have a vessel in the garden and people throughout the palace. Our people have been drugged; most are in the Room of State, but there are likely others dispersed through the palace.”

“They have three vessels in orbit too, I think,” you say, quietly.

“They have vessels in orbit too, although”—she presses a control, and a little data window appears—“they won’t be able to send any reinforcements through the atmosphere for a few more hours. What do you need to retake the building?”

“I will bring my guards now, highness. If you could turn the blocking field off it would make things safer, but—no. You are the most important. Enact the safe-room protocol, and remain where you are until we secure the building.”

“I may be able to lower the blocking field. But I shall keep safe. Do you have any news of our Federation guests?”

“Their shuttle left before the window closed. I was unable to talk to their ship at that time, but...” his expression goes thoughtful. “We use a limited range of communication frequencies. The Genai in orbit could have blocked them.”

You nod to yourself; the Caylaran frequencies had been in your briefing, and they were very different to Federation ones. The blocking field in the Palace was wide-band, but it would take too much power for a block like that over a bigger area. Much more sensible to just block the Caylaran frequencies.

“Thank you. May the skies protect you, Guard Leader.”

“May the skies protect you, highness.” He bows once again and cuts the connection.

“Lieutenant, thank you for all you have done for me so far. May I ask this last favour?”

“To take down the field? Of course, your highness. What do I need to do?”

She slides a ring off her finger and hands it to you. It’s a very narrow band of gold with a small red stone set on it. It’s big for you, though, so you slip it on to your thumb.

“You can use that to gain access to the systems. The security office is down the corridor to the right.”

“Lock the door behind me, your highness.” You smile as you turn to go.

“May the skies protect you, Lieutenant.”

“And you too.” You go through the door, closing it behind you. You hear a loud thunk a moment after you do; it sounds like more than a lock – probably blast doors. At least she’s safe, you think. Even if that means you’re alone.

You wonder about Chris, and where he could be. You have to hold on to hope, don’t you? You can’t think... no. You mustn’t. Instead you think about what he would do in your place. You think he’d be cautious. You’re nearly at your goal, but if you don’t succeed people could get hurt if the Caylaran Guard can’t tell who is who, or where they are. You’ve heard people complain about security officers being trigger happy; you think it’s probably the same for the Guard.

And you’re in a strategically important part of the palace; you don’t know how many Genai there are but they’ll probably find this area eventually. You draw your phaser, and make sure you walk quietly.

There is only one door left between you and where the corridor splits, when you hear a voice. The door opens a little, and you freeze. The voice is familiar – one of the Genai.

“—last time, no. I genuinely, and I am completely sincere on this, do not care what Alara thinks. Not even a tiny little bit! She missed this entire section! Yeah whatever, Yaima, you go tell her what I said. But when I find the Queen—Crown Princess, whatever, and she doesn’t, she’s the one that’ll get fired, not me! Nerela out!”

The door slams open, and Nerela stomps out. It’s her or you, but you are ready and she is not. Her black eyes widen as she sees you, and her weapon is in hand, but before she can aim you shoot. She grunts as she falls back, stunned.

Happily, Genai are shorter than Caylarans, although Nerela is wearing high heeled boots which make her look taller. You drag her back into the room she came out of, take her weapon and communicator and leave her lying in the recovery position. You shut the door behind you and it clicks a second later.

You shake your head; the doors are one mystery too many. You put Nerela’s weapon in your phaser holster, and tuck her communicator into your belt. Then you head to the right, toward the security office.

The first thing you notice as you push the door open are the screens. Dozens of them. The second—

“Chris?” He’s frowning, pointing a phaser at you. He looks at you like he can’t believe his eyes. Like you’ve stepped out of a nightmare.

“Chris it’s me. I’m real. I’m really here.” You take a careful step through the doorway, keeping eye contact with his bloodshot blue eyes, letting the door close behind you.

“You don’t need to be afraid any more.” You think about what Number One had said. “This fear... it isn’t really you.” You stoop down and put your phaser on the floor. You take Nerela’s weapon and put that on the floor too. And as you do, something clicks into place in your mind.

“Chris, you’ve been helping me, haven’t you? Locking doors to keep me safe? To help me get where I needed to go?”

“I’ve been so... afraid. I—I needed to keep her—to keep you safe.” He relaxes his grip on his phaser a little, and you reach for your tricorder.

“You were drugged, Chris.” You scan him. “Number One and James are safe, they got a lower dose than you.” A much lower dose, you realise, looking at the numbers. “I sent them back to the shuttle and they returned to the Enterprise. I’m going to end all this, get us home. But I need you to stop pointing that phaser at me.”

He looks at his hand, holding the phaser, then back at you.

“But is she—are you real?”

Your heart melts for him. You haven’t said these words, but you’ve felt it for a while. And—you worried, you genuinely worried, that you would never get to say them. This may not be the moment you planned, but he has to believe you.

“Chris, I love you. I’m real.”

“I—” he drops the phaser, and it clatters to the floor. The next thing you know you’re in front of him, arms around him, holding him. You can’t think; you can speak. You just hold on, letting your body feel his warmth, his solidity. You may not have been drugged, but you had been so afraid

. After a moment he puts his arms around you, too, and you just stay there for a moment more. Holding him. Letting him hold you.

As much as you’d like to forget everything else right now, you still have a job to do. You pull back, take hold of his hand, and look at the security console. You can see feeds of the Room of State, the foyer, the other rooms you’ve been in, and other places, too. Beneath the monitors is a schematic; this is how Chris was locking and unlocking the doors, you realise. But how did he have the credentials to do so?

You look at the desk and see a ring like the one the Crown Princess gave you, nestled in a groove.

“How did you get that?” You ask.

Chris frowns. “I was in that big room, but I was so afraid. I came through the door. Went upstairs. Along the corridors. Looking for somewhere safe enough. I got here and the Caylaran... we struggled, he tried to shoot but I took his weapon.” You follow his gaze to an energy weapon on the ground. “Then he ran. And I stayed. I could see everything. Not get caught out. And then I saw you.”

You squeeze his hand, and work the controls with your other hand. There is a glyph that looks like a shield; you turn it off. You check your tricorder – finally you can detect life signs. Both Caylaran and Genai. As you do, Nerela’s communicator chirrups to life.

“Nerela? I swear, if this was you—! You have the worst timing! The Caylaran guard are here. Put the blocking field back up immediately. That’s an order! Nerela? Nerela, answer me! Ne—”

It lapses into static for a moment. Then silence.

“The Guard are here, Chris. As soon as the atmosphere clears we can go home.”

When you return to the Enterprise you go to the captain’s quarters. You know he won’t be there, but you need the sense of his presence. His smell.

Chris had to stay on the planet to complete the original negotiations and help deal with the Genai; the drug’s effects had faded by the time the atmosphere was passable again, and you’d got some water and rations into him. Spock came down and stayed, but you had only left Chris because he ordered you to.

You have a shower, put on one of his sleep shirts, and curl up on the sofa under his throw blanket to write your report.

“Sweetheart?” You wake up to Chris kneeling in front of you, hand on your shoulder. His hair is damp and he’s out of his uniform. Your brow creases for a moment – you don’t remember him using that endearment for you before.

“Chris,” you say, stretching. Pushing the throw away, and leaning into his touch. “You’re back.”

“I am.” His mouth quirks into a smile. “There was a lot to sort out; it seems the Genai and the Caylara have a dispute over a world on a system between them. The Genai thought if Caylara joined the Federation, we would take their colony from them. They thought if they disrupted the negotiation and killed Crown Princess Nanren, either we would give up, or the Caylarans would be too afraid to continue.” He moves his thumb along your shoulder.

“Spock put the fear of God into the Genai in orbit. I’m not sure how,” he adds, at your incredulous look, “but they and the Caylarans have requested mediation. And now the Genai want to work towards joining the Federation, too.”

“I wish they’d chosen to talk to us first,” you say, frowning. Thinking of the dead Caylaran. “These breakthroughs always seem to come at such a cost.”

“They do,” he says, gathering you into his arms. Holding you against him.

You stay in his arms for a while, just breathing. But eventually he pulls back, and moves to sit beside you.

“You were amazing today. You’ll be getting a commendation, but Crown Princess Nanren wanted me to convey her thanks, too. You saved her life.” He reaches into his pocket, then leans forward and fastens a chain round your neck. It’s delicate, golden, and from it hangs the ring that she had lent you for the computer. That you had given back before you left. “She wanted you to have this. But she thought a necklace might work better.”

You shake your head, taking hold of the ring. “Saving her was as much you as me, Chris. Locking those doors.”

He looks at you, thoughtful. “I don’t think so. I—I have never felt fear like I did today. Now I look back at it I can tell it wasn’t real, but at the time, seeing you on those screens, moving with purpose, helping our people and the Caylarans... you gave me hope.”

He pauses, blue eyes meeting yours. Hand reaching out to touch your face.

“When we were down there... I remember what you said to me. I love you too.”

You lean forward, meeting him for a kiss, gentle at first but it goes passionate almost immediately, both of you pouring your feelings for each other into the connection between you. You didn’t know it could feel like this, you think, before he pulls you into his lap and thoughts flee away.

“Lieutenant, I want to thank you.” Number One says, sitting at her desk. “I was not myself down on Caylara, but you did yourself proud. You saved us.”

“You’re welcome, Commander.” You smile. “I’d say any time, but right now I’d be happy if I never left the ship again.”

“That being said, if you tell anyone—”

“If I tell anyone you were crying, I can expect to spend the next month of duty shifts degaussing the transporter with a microresonator?”

“Oh that’s a good one. I must remember that. Yes. You will be degaussing, Lieutenant.”

“Understood.”

#writer wednesday #Christopher Pike #Christopher Pike x Reader #Captain Pike #writings of the girl from outer space #fanfic #fanfiction #Star Trek Discovery #Star Trek Strange New Worlds #The Engineer's Adventures

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t0ast-ghost · 29 days

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S2 episode 23 (The Omega Glory)… I’ve been on the internet too long to read that fucking title.

Anyway:

- Immediate Sulu content is a good sign

- damn having that redshirt beam over with them is basically an execution

- THEY GOT TURNED TO SALT?!?

- I shouldn’t skip the opening more often. Deep Space Nine instilled bad habits

- The colours are so dulled this episode

- Kirk looking at all the empty shirts on the bridge (specifically blue) like that could be Spock or McCoy

- I get to have a little laugh at how they look just standing while being transported. Imagine getting transported mid sneeze, like a bad picture but you’re face is just frozen like that for a bit

- What is happening, why am I watching a beheading? Star Trek?

- “We’re never leaving this planet” wait for the end of this episode, when Kirk, helped by his boyfriends (McCoy and Spock) somehow defies the laws of nature

- “It seems impossible, a star captains most solemn oath is that he will give his life, even his entire crew, rather than violate the prime directive.” First of all, there’s no way Kirk hasn’t broken the prime directive. Second, Kirk would not fucking sacrifice his crew. Like ever. Third, Kirk says Prime Directive

- Smooth

- DANG! They killed the redshirt so suddenly and unnecessarily

- Kirk deliberately steps in front of Spock and McCoy to protect them from the potential phaser fire. Tracy then walks around for a clear shot of them anyway but if you watch the scene Kirk continues going in front of them a bit

- SULU IN CHARGE OF THE ENTERPRISE YEAH

- Even tied up, faced down, and presumed unconscious, Kirk can fight a bitch

- Kirk’s ass in the fight scene with Tracy is insanely highlighted

- Spock looks so worried for Jim when he gets put in with the Yangs

- The change in sound here is crazy

- McCoy trying to be sneaky. Foiled.

- “No point in repeating that it’s illogical, Spock. I’m quite aware of it.” Spock can’t help him with words here :((

- “Pity you can’t teach me that [nerve pinch].” “I have tried, Captain.” KISSALREADY

- McCoy is so focused on his task he doesn’t even consider eating. Relatable.

- “Keep talking, don’t let me doze off.” I do not think Spock’s voice is the best to keep one awake. It’s so soothing.

- Spock is so worried when Kirk stops speaking to him (he got knocked out), his panic levels are through the roof

- Kirk is ultra concussed rn

- McCoy isn’t even surprised to see them (Kirk and Spock), he knew they’d fuck around and find him

- Wow! This guy’s awful!

- Kirk hit his breaking point when Spock got injured

- Threatening Spock and McCoy is TOO FAR… also killing thousands

- The fucking click of the

- I lost the plot. Why is the American flag here?

- WHY DOES KIRK KNOW THE PLEDGE?!? Also funny that Shatner (he’s Canadian) had to learn that

- It’s funny when people are like “Spock is super tall.” Which is true but McCoy isn’t that much shorter

- Spock has a heart! Leave him alone! (McCoy is on my side here)

- “If we should kill the good, the evil would be among us.” I’m not even gonna say it

- Spock’s facial expressions in this one are gold

- “Spock, I found that evil usually triumphs, unless good is very, very careful.” McCoy can only hope his idiot boyfriend doesn’t get stabbed

- I would be the, “Spock, we’ve got to do something!” To your, “I am open to suggestions, Doctor.”

- James “don’t break the prime directive” Kirk breaking the prime directive

- Spock was fucking dying, where’s that go?

What

Masterpost

Episode written by Gene Roddenberry

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos spock #leonard bones mccoy #tos bones #tos mccoy #captain james kirk #tos kirk

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vulcanhugsclub · 3 years

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A Blizzard That Almost Caused Vulcan Pneumonia

Ship: AOS Spirk

Rating: G

A/N: This is a fluffy little short I wrote a long time ago and decided to publish on here so here ya go and enjoy!

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"I had warned you previous to the storm about the upcoming weather-"

"Spock, shut up shut up shut up!"

"Dammit, Jim! There's no need to shout!" Another voice said from across the room.

"Then why are you yelling!?"

"YOU BOTH ARE ACTING LIKE DOOFUSES THAT'S WHY!"

Uhura was rolling her eyes from where she sat at the counter, Chekov sipping hot cocoa with both hands next to her, and Sulu was just hyping them up. Then there was Scotty, sneaking more whiskey into his coffee and Ms. Chapel, who was trying(and failing) to make them stop fighting.

The truth was they all came over to celebrate Jim's new apartment but instead got snowed in.

This blizzard was worse than ever, and already there was a thick layer of snow on the ground.

"Human logic is so irrational. You knew about the weather, you preceded to hold this assembly and now you're angry about it?" Spock gave Jim one of his famous 'why u so stupid' looks.

"I'm soooooRRRY that I am not a logical piece of metal and didn't plan ahead!"

"That's what normal people do."

Jim swore Spock rolled his eyes, but maybe it was a trick of the light.

"Ok, yeah," Mccoy waved his hand in between the bickering pair. "Still here, guys!"

They both looked at him, one of them glaring(the other glaring less obviously).

"Thank you." He paused, wishing he were anywhere but with these dorks. "What's the plan?"

"Oh boys, will you knock it off?" Ms. Chapel nearly shouted. Even in anger, her voice was smooth and motherly, unlike the trio.

All three men turned to her, more in surprise but were interrupted by a large banging that echoed through the whole apartment. The electricity shuttered out, as it had been for the past hour, but this time it permanently flickered off.

"What was that?" Christine looked around wearily, as everyone was searching across the room for the problem.

Scotty was the first to move, walking to the thermostat. he pressed a few buttons, and with each second he became visibly more agitated. "It's not working. We've lost our heat."

Everyone murmured quietly, and thank god the lights were out because Spock grew very pale.

-----1 hour later------------------

"Scotty, how's the heat coming?" Kirk asked from one of the couches, holding a shivering figure curled into his side.

"It's doin' somethin'" Scotty sighed as he was pulling apart the wiring of the thermostat.

Other than the engineer, the gang had migrated to the living room, sitting close together near the fireplace. They were all fine, for the most part, just wearing their coats and seemed pretty comfortable chatting. It was still cold enough to see their breath as they talked and exhaled.

Ms. Chapel and the doctor were snuggling together on the other couch, whispering about something and giggling. The trio(Uhura, Chekov, Sulu) were all close like penguins. The crackling fire was the only source of light in the whole apartment, and thankfully Jim was retro because it wasn't electric.

The bundle pressed against Jim Kirk shifted under the thick white blanket until a head surfaced. Spock's nose was bright green, the tips of his ears flushed. He was trembling violently, not used to Earth's freezing temper.

"Alright, love?" Jim chuckled, massaging his thumb against Spock's back.

He could only nod as the blonde leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Spock, you're freezing!" He gently pulled the Vulcan onto his lap, placing his hands on his hips to draw him closer. Jim had no problem with body heat.

He wasn't even wearing a coat.

Spock rested his head on the captain's shoulder, nuzzling his neck with his nose.

Jim almost hissed feeling his boyfriend's cold nose on his steaming neck, but instead placed his head on top of the little rabbit in his lap. He took a moment to admire how Spock could seem so tiny with this gigantic furry blanket.

Kirk didn't even mind that it felt like he was hugging an ice block.

They hadn't had a chance to address their dating rumors or disclose their relationship. Spock didn't want the crew to get any ideas about his 'emotional availability' as he put it.

"Vait, are you two a zing?" Chekov's voice brought him back to the dark living room.

The captain looked up to see everyone staring at them, some with wide eyes, some with 'I knew it' faces.

"That's where Spock went. I thought he was in the bathroom," Sulu said, and Uhura rolled her eyes again.

"Yes, he's been in the bathroom for 50 minutes."

"How long have you known?" Hikaru looked at her with narrowed eyes, even though he was grinning.

"3 months."

"Right," Kirk chuckled sheepishly, "We're relatively new." For two years. Better not tell them.

"Zat's vonderful!" Chekov smiled, his whole face lighting up. "I am so happy for you, keptin!"

"I canae believe it!" Scotty's head poked around the corner to the living room, vanishing again.

"Dammit, Jim!" Bones' voice came from the back of the room, even though he was smiling. "You're supposed to tell your best friend these kinds of things!"

Jim just enjoyed the way his friends reacted, smiling.

He couldn't ask for a better crew, let alone companions.

"Better?" Kirk redirected his attention back to Spock, looking down and seeing the first officer's eyes fluttering closed until he was sinking into a sound sleep. He could hear the tiniest and most adorable of snores coming from the Vulcan.

It took all of Jim's energy not to boop him.

The urge was too strong, and he pressed his nose gently against his boyfriend's. Spock 's eyes shot open and he inhaled deeply, addressing the room.

"Is there something wrong, captain?" He whispered, and everyone giggled in response.

Kirk leaned down, pressing his lips against one of the Vulcan's ears and whispered back, "I think it has to do with the fact that you are sleeping on my lap."

"Oh..." Jim took pleasure in seeing a slight blush reach Spock's cheeks. Then abruptly, the first officer grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his head, soon falling asleep against Kirk's chest once again. Now it just looked like there was a fluffy white mass in his arms, with no sign of the Vulcan other than slow breathing.

The gang ended up spending the whole night, and luckily for them, Jim had sleeping bags(because of course he did).

They all slept in the living room, after some argument about who would take the bed. Kirk and Spock cuddled up on one of the couches, Ms. Chapel and Mccoy on the other, Sulu, Chekov, Scotty, and Uhura in sleeping bags near the still-going fireplace. They were all asleep, leaving just the captain and the first officer.

"Do you think they mind...us...?" Spock asked after a while.

"It doesn't matter what they think," The blonde whispered back, tickled by Spock's hair against his nose. But that didn't seem to settle the Vulcan. "Why do you care what they think?"

"They are my friends, I value their opinion as much as I value yours."

"They are happy with us being happy."

Spock sighed and nuzzled against Jim, intertwining their fingers.

His voice was the last thing Kirk heard. "Goodnight, T'hy'la."

And the captain was washed away in a sleep so warm and cozy, it could have been summer.

#spirk #startrek #james t kirk #spock #bones mccoy #christine chapel #chekov #sulu #scotty #uhura #james t kirk/spock

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tophthedaydreamer · 3 years

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how i would rewrite the star wars sequel trilogy (disclaimer: i am not very smart and am not a professional writer)

the first movie starts out like this:

many years after the events of “return of the jedi”, luke has rebuilt the jedi order. there’s a new temple where he is training students the ways of the force. anyone who is force-sensitive is welcome to enroll, including adults (the whole age limit thing is gone since the jedi are still somewhat endangered). leia’s leading the new senate, and she is happily married to han (they still argue but we all know they dig each other lol) and they have a teenaged son named ben (kylo ren and ben are different people now).

the first order is a new threat, built by those who don’t agree with the new changes and authority. they are headed by the arrogant commander hux, a sneering smooth-talker who craves power, and is using the other members’ complaints about the new senate as a means to take control of the galaxy. hux believes in the force, so he’s also trying to use it to his favor by luring force-sensitive people to join his cult to become siths. his top servant is the mysterious kylo ren, a silent, emotionless jedi killer. the first order’s acts of terrorism against the new senate have become more frequent, so luke’s jedi knights are on the hunt to stop them.

luke’s latest student, rey, has graduated to jedi knight status. she’s a very prodigious jedi, incredibly skilled in the force. rey’s a bit too confident in herself because of this. anyway, she’s tasked with taking down a squad of first order soldiers, along with her pilot bestie, poe dameron. during the fight, rey confronts a stormtrooper, but suddenly senses good in him, as well as a lot of force energy. their eyes meet for a second. then poe is captured by the first order as a hostage! like “the force awakens”, the friendly stormtrooper (fn-2187) helps poe escape and the two make it back to coruscant. luke, sensing fn-2187′s potential, assigns the stormtrooper as rey’s new padawan (much to her surprise, since she kinda finds unskilled jedi annoying). poe names fn-2187 “finn”.

the whole plot of the first movie is rey and finn getting to know each other, getting to know the other characters, as well as revisting old ones. i think i’ll do a whole different post for the characters, since i have quite a few ideas. aside from character building, we get some epic battles against the first order. i like “force awakens” so maybe we’ll keep the final battle, but instead, it’s finn vs kylo ren (rey gets hurt ouchie).

the second movie delves more into finn’s backstory and ptsd from being a brainwashed stormtrooper for most of his life. it also goes into kylo ren’s head, revealing some terrible tragic moment that happened in his life that caused him to hate the senate with a burning passion. maybe his town was attacked by an evil group and his whole town was slaughtered in a mass genocide. despite this desperate need for the senate to step in and help, they did not. and he blames them for his family’s death. that could be a thing. finn and kylo ren connect during this time ‘cause i liked that bit in “last jedi” (but it’s not a trick). this movie’s angstier and darker, basically.

the third movie is the big finale!! finn & co. duke it out against commander hux! in a surprise move, kylo ren rebels against commander hux and traps him and himself in a chamber that’s set to blow up. finn watches him from the door window, asking him why he’s doing this. kylo ren only gives a sad smile and puts his hand on the window like spock dying in “wrath of khan”. finn & co. must leave because the explosion could spread to the rest of ship. so they run off, finn looking back one last time to see kylo engulfed in flames. the heroes defeat the first order and everything is at peace.

expect a part two with details about the characters!!! thank you for reading!!!

#extremely massive infodump #in a big star wars mood today lol #toph musings #star wars

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bearsinpotatosacks · 3 years

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Maybe Death is Just Going Home- A Spones Fic

The wind was soft on the back of his neck. Stroking the weak skin that was exposed. Sunrise was still underway, the blues and yellows and greens all mixing together.

His garden was thriving under the care of his yard workers, who he'd employed to do the tough work his brittle body couldn't take anymore. The pond near the fence was full of lily pads and flowers, fish showing their faces occasionally. Flowers poked their heads up to the sky from the raised flower beds. A wind chime jingled somewhere to his right.

He remembered a time when he didn't let himself enjoy these things. The song of a bird or the way a flower bloomed. It was the days of being a strict Vulcan, of denying the emotions that drove his species to pure logic and repression, of pushing his human half to the point of breaking with every breath.

His friends helped him cultivate these sides of himself. Jim through kind words. Leonard with initial harsh behaviour, that he realised was his affection and watched it melt into true care and love.

His heart panged at the thought of them, a pain he rarely let himself indulge in. There was little chance of seeing them again. Who knew how much time had passed for them? How old they'd be if he found a way to return home, an impossible feat, or if they'd even be alive?

There was even less of a chance of seeing Jim again. His research into finding him again had failed, even with the alternate technology he had at his disposal. There was no way to cheat death, especially one that happened in another world. They'd already done so with him and he didn't think it would be allowed a second time, or a third if you counted this universe's Jim.

He opened his eyes again. Meditation was meant to clear his head. But everything was too muddled lately to sort. He could feel the end coming.

The skyline far away melded into the sky. Ships left and arrived from ports. Cars and trains with families all on their separated journeys. Infinite possibilities.

He turned his gaze to the grass springing up and spreading out away from the glass of the city. The growing season was coming. Flowers blooming, the sun on his face. Storms were frequenting the skies more often, the grounds soft and supple from the rain.

He closed his eyes and smiled to himself as he felt the ache deep in his bones. Today was a good day to die.

"How old are you now?" A familiar voice pricked his ears. "And yet you can still cross your legs so wound up like that without pain?"

He opened his eyes. "Leonard." His husband.

"Who else is it gonna be?"

He raised an eyebrow and took in what was most likely a hallucination. Leonard's hair was grey and hands worn, circa their encounter with the Klingons just before the Enterprise was decommissioned. Just before Jim went missing.

His red uniform was smooth, unwrinkled against his body. A look of mischief filled his eyes, a rare sight but a welcome one. He'd accept anything after all the years.

"You do realise that this isn't real, and therefore there is no point in conversing with you,"

Leonard feigned hurt with a hand on his heart, "I came here to give you a peaceful send-off and here I am being insulted by the man I call my husband,"

"The statistical probability of seeing you as a hallucination, in a much younger state than I left you in, is impossible, "

"We have done many impossible things over the years, and besides, the last time I knew, you don't have conversations with hallucinations," He crossed his arms and sat on the wall to a raised flower bed.

"What is your suggestion then?"

"I'm an angel, sent from God, to convince you to come along and die,"

"There are two faults with your proposal,"

"Two?"

"Yes, two," He said. "That is a very Christian focused theory, Leonard, and as you know my belief systems are of Surak's teachings and Judaism,"

"Last time I checked, Christians and Jews have an overlap in a religious book, our old testament, your Torah,"

Spock nodded.

"And ain't the story of Abraham in there, where he was told by God he was gonna have a kid of his own,"

"Yes, your point being?"

"And ain't the Exodus story, the one o' Moses, have God showing themselves to Moses to convince him to free the Jews,"

"These are theologically correct, Leonard, but I am still waiting for a point," He smiled again, he missed their debates.

"If those events happened in our religious books then what's saying it ain't happening right now, bringing me to you,"

"I didn't know you believed these tales so strongly, from what I believe these tales are to learn lessons from, not to take any literal meaning. And both of your examples were God showing themselves, and we both know you are not God," He looked at him. "Therefore you're not here."

"My second point was that I am ready to die, and God, being all-seeing, would know that,"

Leonard got off the wall. The look of mischief replaced by concern and love. Death had always been a sensitive subject for him. One of the most common disagreements was regarding Spock's longer lifespan. And it didn't matter how many times he told him that they could have a relationship just like any other, he knew he'd never let the subject go.

"I do have one more question," Spock continued.

"What?"

"Your belief in angels, does it encompass the idea of the dead becoming them if they have lived good lives?"

The air wavered between them as their emotions poured into it. He thought they were both glad they knew some things without words.

"Yes,"

"Then that means that to get to me you must have died, which is counterintuitive to your plan of convincing me to die,"

"Why?"

He shuddered, his eyes filling with tears as his hands shook. "Why? Why do you think the knowledge that you died alone, without seeing me or having me by your side as you left this world, would ease me into death?"

The image of a fragile Leonard, delirious from pain medication, calling for him with his dying breaths flashed to the forefront of his mind. He shook his head to rid himself of it but only made it clearer as the silence dragged on.

Leonard's face broke into a slight smile to ease him. He stepped towards him and reached his hands out to him.

"I knew you'd say something like that, so I want you to know I was at peace," He said. "After one hundred and eighty-three years, Spock, I was very fulfilled and welcomed it, just like your doing now,"

Their eyes locked and words ceased. Spock's head cleared, like all he needed was a conversation with him to clear up all the metaphorical mud in his head.

"Come home to me, Spock,"

And he did. Standing up from his position on the terrace and fitting perfectly into his arms like he always did.

His hands traced the stubble on his chin as Leonard carded a hand through his hair, now black again due to his soul matching the time period. Their lips touched in a simple kiss and everything felt complete.

The sunrise dissolved away with the sounds of spring. And Spock was home once again in Leonard's arms.

And that's it! I got inspired by that scene in Beyond where AOS Spock saw a picture of the original crew and my angsty bittersweet brain got this question. How did Spock Prime die and how can I make that queer and peaceful?

I hope you enjoyed this, I enjoyed writing this!

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plaidshirtjimkirk · 4 years

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Pairings: OMS Kirk/Spock Timeline: Post-TSFS and pre-TVH Rating: T Summary: Spock forgot something important. If only he could...

.*Remember*.

Wooden oars rolled against an onyx ocean littered in stardust, sending gentle ripples toward an infinite horizon. Spock lifted his chin. Stars above, stars below. Stars in the darkness, stars in the sea. Stars and stars, endless and everywhere.

This was...where, though? And how did he come to be in such a place?

Where were the others? Others... Were there others? He could almost remember...

The oars fell limp upon release and Spock sat back, swallowing hard with a furrowed brow and observing the smooth curved floor of the celestial rowboat he inexplicably found himself in. It was made of Shi’Kahrian lumber, a dark and strong wood. And in the air, a distant hint of spice hung—something akin to traditional Vulcan incense, but the scent was also markedly different. Familiar, foreign...everything here was each of these things at the same time.

But he was wearing white. And he never wore white.

Spock lifted his hands, studying the lines creasing slender palms and then curled his fingers into fists three times for good measure. Dark eyes rose to their surroundings once more and slowly, his hands fell back to his sides. He had the sensation of touch, the ability of free thought, and the curse of sentient will, all while surrounded by a prison that had no bars or walls. No guards, no sentences, no exits or endings. He felt no hunger or thirst, no pain.

All there was were stars. Stars above, stars below...

Though there was no real sense of time in this place, a precarious impulse had been imprinting on him for what he’d deemed too long now; it was a notion that he should rest: rest, let his lashes fall, give up on all these questions for the meantime, and simply allow this boat to take him where it willed.

Yet...

Remember.

Over and over, the word reverberated in the depths of his mind.

Remember? Remember what? If it was so important, how could he have forgotten? What he needed was right there however, right there, just beyond the range of recollection. It was so close, and the only thing standing between him and peace.

Spock jerked forward suddenly, reaching for the oars and beginning to row again. To where? Anywhere, or nowhere at all. Anything to keep him moving, because he had a strange, albeit unfounded suspicion that if he did close his eyes, they might never open again.

That was a hunch.

Vulcans didn’t experience hunches.

...

He began rowing faster.

It happened without warning.

One star went supernova, a pinprick cracking dawn and setting fire to an endless night. He flinched, held a hand before his face in defense. And in that same moment, air rushed to his lungs, his heart hammered against its ribbed prison, and someone called his name—a familiar voice, a voice that somehow filled him with comfort.

Come home.

When Spock’s eyes slowly opened, it was to a crimson sky: to daybreak over Mount Seleya. He blinked once, then twice. The healer’s hand slipped from his forehead.

He was no longer alone, no longer trapped in a void between life and death...but a place much too silent in his mind insisted that still wasn’t true, no matter how illogical it seemed. Still alone, still trapped, still lost...still facing the mystery of what was forgotten.

Then, a hand touched his shoulder. “I am Sarek." Spock looked up at him from the slab he’d been lain on, as Sarek’s voice became a near whisper. “Welcome back, my son.”

The S’chn T’gai abode was fitting for such an influential ambassador, with large open spaces, arching ceilings of Shi’Kahrian lumber, and the hint of spice from that strong and dark wood. The room Spock now stood in was his, he had been told; he’d grown up here, studied here, lived here.

He reached to an antique ornate dresser and touched the polished surface. Suddenly, he felt the urge to speak. “I knew you once, I am certain.”

The admiral had stopped at the doorway and remained there ever since. “Yes.”

“It is one thing to be told you have been my friend,” Spock said and curled his lips, then pulled his hand from the furniture he’d been inspecting and turned to seek eye contact. “But it is another to know it for myself.”

Jim’s chin fell in a nod and he said nothing.

“But somehow, I...” Spock inclined his head and remained silent for a beat. “I believe somewhere I do know it. However, I...” He left that thought hanging with a shake of his head.

“You were very important to me,” Jim said. “You still are.”

“Why?”

All Spock received in reply was a smile at first, one he perceived as pained. “We... Spock, we were friends.”

“Yes, everyone keeps telling me this.”

“And is that hard for you to believe?”

Spock pivoted toward a tinted window framed by stiff, dark drapery and gazed out at nothing for a thoughtful moment. He was familiar, the admiral. Jim. But he was also foreign in a way that was different from the others who had risked everything to save him.

There was something different, something so different. Vulcans might have long ago sworn emotion off, but feelings still ran deep and unrelenting. Spock knew this, and knew that when he looked at Jim, he should have felt. Felt what?

Remember.

Why couldn’t he remember? Why couldn’t he just...?

“No,” Spock finally replied and turned back to him. “It is not unfounded. Perhaps I just need time.”

“Yeah.” Jim’s voice was breathy, erred on shaking. “Yeah, you do.” He raised a hand to gently swipe at one of his eyes and then cleared his throat, straightened his back. “I’m, uh. Amanda, she might need help, I’ll go see...”

Spock’s lashes fell for a beat in confirmation.

“I... Yes.” Just like that, Jim disappeared into the hall and the door swooshed closed behind him. Spock stared at that place for some time, before approaching it. The entrance opened to an empty corridor, and he stood still for long enough that it slid closed again.

He raised a hand and pressed it to the door. This was his room, his family home. And out there: his parents and his friends. All this, and he still felt so, so alone. ...Especially when Admiral Kirk was not around.

Was this what it meant to have such a friend?

Spock kept his hand where it was, the door a metaphorical barrier to finding inner peace. He could almost imagine Jim on the opposite side seeking the same thing.

Melancholy weighed down the kitchen like a relentless April rain, and Amanda’s cheeks were rightfully damp.

“I’m so sorry.” The words fell in a choppy whisper as she embraced her son-in-law. “Oh, Jim.” A broken exhale followed when he pulled away.

“He doesn’t remember anything.” Jim slowly sat down on a high stool. “He may never.”

“Oh, no.” Amanda reached for his hand. “No, don’t say that. Please.” Her tongue poked out to wet her lips. “Jim, I raised my son. I know...” She smiled softly. “...how stubborn.” Jim huffed a laugh. “And relentless and hard-headed he can be.” He shook his head. “See, you know it too. These qualities drove my husband mad, though he would never admit it.” A pause. “But I truly believe that they’re also the things that will bring him back to you.”

Jim drew a deep breath and swallowed, composing himself. “Spock is stubborn when he gets something in his head.” They each shared another quiet laugh.

“I know it’s too much to ask of you. But if you can...” Amanda's face tilted and there was a slight squint in her eyes. “Just give him some time. Okay? Gosh, I know it hurts, but...” She didn’t finish that sentence, choosing instead to nod.

“I will,” Jim replied. “I’ll do anything I can for him, no matter how this turns out. He’s alive. That’s what’s most important.”

“You’re a good man, Jim.” Amanda squeezed his hand before letting go. “Too good. I’m proud to have you as my son. You brought him back to us.” Her shoulders raised a touch. “And I will do anything, anything, I possibly can to help him find his way back to you. ”

Melancholy still permeated the kitchen as it still did Jim’s soul, and though he was standing before a mountain, his chest felt just a little lighter after talking with Amanda.

Stars above, stars below. Stars in the darkness, stars in the sea. Stars and stars, endless and everywhere.

Spock stared up into the Vulcan night sky. He would remember. He would. He wouldn’t stop reaching for the missing pieces until he found them all.

The door opened then. “Spock.”

He looked over his shoulder to find Jim, and then turned all the way to face him.

“Would you be interested in a game of chess?”

Tilting his head, Spock’s eyes fell to the solar tile walkway for a moment. Chess...was familiar. And welcome, especially with the admiral. He righted himself. “Yes.”

Clasping hands behind his back, Spock followed Jim to the great room and sat opposite of him. As the game was set up, he studied an ivory knight. “We have played this before together.”

Jim’s brows raised as he continued placing the pieces. “Many, many times.”

“...I remember.” Their eyes met and Spock felt as though he had something more to say, but the words failed him.

A soft smile pulled outward to Jim’s cheeks.

#spirk #old married spirk #writing on plaid paper #long post #oh here they are #hello again space husbands #uss enterplaid

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