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Bridge2sickbay ficlets from yesterday evening
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bridge2sickbay in which I've participated and the 2nd & 3rd overall ficlets I've written for the community. Sadly I've either been working or otherwise engaged during most of the past several months' Sundays, making it tough to get involved. Fortunately, though I arrived after prompt post #4 yesterday, I did manage to create two ficlets, posted below.
The prompt for the first was Sarek/Amanda - Pets
Logic
"Allowing an animal into our home is illogical," stated Sarek gravely. "Wild creatures would create undue mess, be the source for disease and allergens, and require a great deal of time and upkeep."
Amanda merely raised an eyebrow at her husband, knowing that he was not yet finished disagreeing with her.
“Furthermore, a 'pet' is not an acceptable social outlet or replacement for our son's involvement with his peer group.”
“The pet I am suggesting is hardly a wild beast, Sarek. It is a well-bred Terran feline that is already house trained and has received an exemplary bill of health. Neither you nor Spock test as allergic to this species, as you well know. It will indeed require upkeep, however it will prove to be an excellent avenue for instruction in responsibility and respect for the needs of other creatures.”
Sarek opened his mouth to respond to her assertions but Amanda raised one finger into the air to announce her intention to finish her comments uninterrupted.
“Furthermore, a pet will not replace Spock's involvement with other children his age, however it will help to provide the nonjudgmental companionship that a child his age needs. You know very well how challenging it has been for our half-Vulcan son to interact with his peers at times. He needs to have his human needs met from time to time as well.”
Amanda grinned slightly as she observed her husband considering her statements, mulling them over in that logical mind of his.
“I have noted that over the course of our marriage you have become increasingly skilled at presenting your arguments in a logical and concise manner, thereby increasing your chances of emerging the victor in our debates.”
Though his facial expression was subtle – only a minute shifting of muscle and quirk of lips – Amanda could tell that her husband could not decide between admiration for her resourcefulness or irritation at her 'management' of him.
Amanda's smile widened. “It was the logical thing to do.”
The second prompt was Kirk/McCoy - Denial
This isn't exactly a happy fic, but hopefully one that is somewhat true to character (20 min isn't a ton of time to beta oneself for OOCness, at least for me) in a bad situation. I'll be up front on this - it didn't spring up completely from the prompt, but is actually a scene I'd planned (very, very roughly in the form of a few scattered and incomplete sentences in my outline) for a WiP I'm semi-working on that stems from a very oldst_xi_kink prompt. I felt the prompt lent itself to the scene well, so I ran with it using my half-formed ideas of what I wanted the scene to look like, and this is what I came up with in 20 min or so. Should I ever complete the darn fic (which does, indeed, give me fits) this scene will require expansion and massive clean-up, but for the moment it has at least served to vault me back into writing something.
Denial As A Saving Grace
Jim heard the corridor doors hiss open behind him – and how he can hear it amidst all the blaring alarms completely escapes him – and felt his gut clench. He knew before he tore his gaze away from the nightmare unfolding on the screen before him who it would be.
“You’re supposed to be in the last shuttle with the others. I can barely afford the power to beam you there within the ship, but I will if I have to. That is a direct order, Lieutenant.”
“Screw you, Jim. And you can feel free to testify I said so at my court marshal, assuming we live long enough to have one.” Bones clung to console nearest to him as the Enterprise shuddered alarmingly beneath them before settling once again. “If you stay, then I stay.”
The ship lurched beneath them as Jim attempted a rolling maneuver and he would swear that he heard the engines whine and groan, despite their location many decks below. It worked though - they managed to break free of the tractor beam for several moments. Jim checked the sensor readings and mentally cheered when he saw that three more shuttles had safely launched from the shuttle bay and flown clear of the ship before it was caught up again.
He turned part of his attention back to his CMO.
“No, Bones. There are injured people who need you, and the crew will need all of the ranking officers available to keep them calm.”
“There are other doctors, Jim. I’m not giving up here. If there is any way to get us out of this mess, we’ll find it together.”
Jim pressed his lips together in frustration and decided to try another tactic: honesty. “I need you to get off the ship, Bones. I can’t do this with you here.” Jim heard his voice, filled with more emotion than he’d intended. I might be able to go down with the ship, but I can’t do it if it means taking you with me.
“And I won’t tolerate running away with my damn tail between my legs and leaving you here to fight alone.”
The shuttles and escape pods were finally out of firing range of the enemy ship - all save the one waiting in the hold for its doctor. Jim set the Enterprise to full power – or what was left of it – to fight the pull of the beam.
Jim allowed himself the time to stand and face his friend. Bones’ face was set and stubborn and Jim knew what that meant.
Jim closed his eyes for a moment and pressed both hands down onto the console in front of him. He took a long breath before looking up and once again meeting Bones’ eyes. He grinned slightly, though it wasn’t a happy expression, and offered his right hand to his friend. “To the end?”
Bones nodded. “To the end.” He grasped Jim’s hand and let himself be pulled into a brief hug, then stiffened as he felt pressure and a sting against the side of his neck. He jerked back, a sense of dread filling him, and saw the hypospray in Jim’s left hand. Bones looked down, his vision swimming slightly, and noted the open emergency medical kit underneath the console where Jim had been working.
“Jim, no, damnit…” He felt his words begin to slur and his legs didn’t feel as if they could hold him vertical any longer. He slumped and was caught in Jim’s arms. Bones felt Jim press a swift kiss to his temple before settling him on the floor, cushioning Bones’ head in his hand.
“I’m sorry, Bones. I’m so sorry.”
And then the world dissolved in glittering light.
bridge2sickbay in which I've participated and the 2nd & 3rd overall ficlets I've written for the community. Sadly I've either been working or otherwise engaged during most of the past several months' Sundays, making it tough to get involved. Fortunately, though I arrived after prompt post #4 yesterday, I did manage to create two ficlets, posted below.The prompt for the first was Sarek/Amanda - Pets
Logic
"Allowing an animal into our home is illogical," stated Sarek gravely. "Wild creatures would create undue mess, be the source for disease and allergens, and require a great deal of time and upkeep."
Amanda merely raised an eyebrow at her husband, knowing that he was not yet finished disagreeing with her.
“Furthermore, a 'pet' is not an acceptable social outlet or replacement for our son's involvement with his peer group.”
“The pet I am suggesting is hardly a wild beast, Sarek. It is a well-bred Terran feline that is already house trained and has received an exemplary bill of health. Neither you nor Spock test as allergic to this species, as you well know. It will indeed require upkeep, however it will prove to be an excellent avenue for instruction in responsibility and respect for the needs of other creatures.”
Sarek opened his mouth to respond to her assertions but Amanda raised one finger into the air to announce her intention to finish her comments uninterrupted.
“Furthermore, a pet will not replace Spock's involvement with other children his age, however it will help to provide the nonjudgmental companionship that a child his age needs. You know very well how challenging it has been for our half-Vulcan son to interact with his peers at times. He needs to have his human needs met from time to time as well.”
Amanda grinned slightly as she observed her husband considering her statements, mulling them over in that logical mind of his.
“I have noted that over the course of our marriage you have become increasingly skilled at presenting your arguments in a logical and concise manner, thereby increasing your chances of emerging the victor in our debates.”
Though his facial expression was subtle – only a minute shifting of muscle and quirk of lips – Amanda could tell that her husband could not decide between admiration for her resourcefulness or irritation at her 'management' of him.
Amanda's smile widened. “It was the logical thing to do.”
The second prompt was Kirk/McCoy - Denial
This isn't exactly a happy fic, but hopefully one that is somewhat true to character (20 min isn't a ton of time to beta oneself for OOCness, at least for me) in a bad situation. I'll be up front on this - it didn't spring up completely from the prompt, but is actually a scene I'd planned (very, very roughly in the form of a few scattered and incomplete sentences in my outline) for a WiP I'm semi-working on that stems from a very old
st_xi_kink prompt. I felt the prompt lent itself to the scene well, so I ran with it using my half-formed ideas of what I wanted the scene to look like, and this is what I came up with in 20 min or so. Should I ever complete the darn fic (which does, indeed, give me fits) this scene will require expansion and massive clean-up, but for the moment it has at least served to vault me back into writing something.Denial As A Saving Grace
Jim heard the corridor doors hiss open behind him – and how he can hear it amidst all the blaring alarms completely escapes him – and felt his gut clench. He knew before he tore his gaze away from the nightmare unfolding on the screen before him who it would be.
“You’re supposed to be in the last shuttle with the others. I can barely afford the power to beam you there within the ship, but I will if I have to. That is a direct order, Lieutenant.”
“Screw you, Jim. And you can feel free to testify I said so at my court marshal, assuming we live long enough to have one.” Bones clung to console nearest to him as the Enterprise shuddered alarmingly beneath them before settling once again. “If you stay, then I stay.”
The ship lurched beneath them as Jim attempted a rolling maneuver and he would swear that he heard the engines whine and groan, despite their location many decks below. It worked though - they managed to break free of the tractor beam for several moments. Jim checked the sensor readings and mentally cheered when he saw that three more shuttles had safely launched from the shuttle bay and flown clear of the ship before it was caught up again.
He turned part of his attention back to his CMO.
“No, Bones. There are injured people who need you, and the crew will need all of the ranking officers available to keep them calm.”
“There are other doctors, Jim. I’m not giving up here. If there is any way to get us out of this mess, we’ll find it together.”
Jim pressed his lips together in frustration and decided to try another tactic: honesty. “I need you to get off the ship, Bones. I can’t do this with you here.” Jim heard his voice, filled with more emotion than he’d intended. I might be able to go down with the ship, but I can’t do it if it means taking you with me.
“And I won’t tolerate running away with my damn tail between my legs and leaving you here to fight alone.”
The shuttles and escape pods were finally out of firing range of the enemy ship - all save the one waiting in the hold for its doctor. Jim set the Enterprise to full power – or what was left of it – to fight the pull of the beam.
Jim allowed himself the time to stand and face his friend. Bones’ face was set and stubborn and Jim knew what that meant.
Jim closed his eyes for a moment and pressed both hands down onto the console in front of him. He took a long breath before looking up and once again meeting Bones’ eyes. He grinned slightly, though it wasn’t a happy expression, and offered his right hand to his friend. “To the end?”
Bones nodded. “To the end.” He grasped Jim’s hand and let himself be pulled into a brief hug, then stiffened as he felt pressure and a sting against the side of his neck. He jerked back, a sense of dread filling him, and saw the hypospray in Jim’s left hand. Bones looked down, his vision swimming slightly, and noted the open emergency medical kit underneath the console where Jim had been working.
“Jim, no, damnit…” He felt his words begin to slur and his legs didn’t feel as if they could hold him vertical any longer. He slumped and was caught in Jim’s arms. Bones felt Jim press a swift kiss to his temple before settling him on the floor, cushioning Bones’ head in his hand.
“I’m sorry, Bones. I’m so sorry.”
And then the world dissolved in glittering light.
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*sigh* repost comment
Thank you!
Oh goodness, I hope so too - that WiP has been causing me fits for months! Hopefully this will help launch me back into the swing of things.