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bluegeekI answered four prompts for last Sunday's B2S drabblefest. I was definitely heavy on the Kirk/McCoy pairing which I adore so very much.
I am really enjoying reading and writing in this community. Even when I can't get a word down on screen for any of my WiPs I have still managed to have a blast with the drabbles. Less stress, perhaps? Two of WiPs have the potential to be monsters, so maybe I'm just overwhelmed?
Note: All drabbles/ficlets are left (pretty much) as is. So far I've resisted messing with them after posting them tobridge2sickbay so that I don't make myself insane. Aka, unbetaed and rough(ish).
Prompt: Author's Choice - No, it's not regret, just remembrance, is all / Of how close we had come / The war almost won / But I sent up our flag and moved on (Vienna Teng)
Surrender
Leonard surveyed the items on the bed with open dismay. He'd joined Starfleet with very little left to his name and though he'd accumulated some personal items, texts, commendations over time, the small piles on the bed didn't add up to much more than he'd started with. The items on the bed represented the things he actually gave a damn about: a few photos of friends, Joanna's most recent drawing of her idea of “hero Daddy” complete with spiky hair, a bound-paper anatomy text that Jim had given him to commemorate his third year as CMO of the Enterprise, and other similar, small items.
His uniforms and certificates had already been sent on ahead of him to the space station he would shortly have to call home for at least the next two years while he waited for old Carpenter to retire from the post on Earth that Leonard hoped to apply for when the time came. He didn't really need anything else.
Except.
Well, it didn't matter anymore, did it? He'd waited and hoped and been patient for damn near seven years now all for nothing.
Not nothing, perhaps; he'd had some adventures that resulted in excellent stories to share over a drink in the-
Well, he was sure space stations had adequate recreational facilities as well, and probably better stocked than a starship anyways. He'd be finding out soon, no doubt. Time to move on and stop getting bogged down – packing two smallish bags with his belongings shouldn't take him thirty minutes of emotional upheaval, after all.
Leonard was just reaching for the carrysack when the door chimed and opened without his assent to admit Jim.
Damn it all.
But Jim looked different. Gone was the familiar swagger and cocky grin that seemed to accompany most of his visits to Bones when he was looking for a good time. The one-time deal that seemed to expand and surprise both of them over the years as it reoccurred time and time again. In place of that swagger and pride was the calm, serious man that Leonard knew Jim could be, when it really mattered.
“I don't want you to go, Bones.” Jim's gaze was level upon his own. “Don't take the reassignment. Stay on the Enterprise, stay with your friends, your team.” Jim paused a moment, took a breath.
“Stay with me.”
**
Prompt: Kirk/Author's Choice - I'm only happy when it rains, I'm only happy when its complicated (Garbage)
Complicated
Jim Kirk had a long history with romantic entanglements.
Not relationships, mind you. More like... encounters. Some were boring and staid and ultimately short; some were fiery and exciting, for a time at least, and made for excellent additions to his ever-growing reputation in his academy years.
No matter how they started, however, they all petered out and ended the same way: with a loss of interest, certainly on his part but sometimes on theirs' as well, and the decision to move on.
Some of his partners had accepted this with a shrug and an offer to look them up on his next pass through town, others with slaps and bitter, barbed words.
Jim's not sure what they were expecting. He's hardly the type to have his interest captured by one single woman, man, or humanoid. No one was so ever-changing, fascinating, and accepting as to be able to capture and maintain his interest, and put up with his ingrained habits, for long.
Until Bones. Life just didn't get boring and predictable with his cantankerous, generous, brilliant lover. Especially since they got to lead that life on the Enterprise, a ship well known for its many and varied adventures that required every member of its excellent crew to survive.
“That's what I like about you, Bones,” Kirk said as he raised his glass. “You keep me on my toes.”
**
Prompt: Kirk/McCoy OR Sulu/Chekov - But you, my brother in arms, I'd rather I'd lose my life than let you come to harm. (Decemberists)
Eyes on the Prize
“You will return to Federation space immediately and report back to Starfleet. The Gaffians have agreed to stand down their battleships and allow the Enterprise to leave unmolested provided that I remain as their prisoner of war and you leave their space without delay.”
“Captain, I do not-” Spock began at the same time as Leonard's “Jim, no! You can't-”
Both were cut off swiftly. “That is an order, Commander, Doctor.” Jim nodded to them both in turn, meeting their eyes with his own to be sure his orders were heard. “I will not allow the Enterprise to be destroyed if it within my power to stop it.”
Spock was silent for a moment before replying. “Understood, Captain.”
McCoy said nothing, fury and fear coiling in his throat to swallow any further comment he might wish to make.
“Scotty?” Jim now directed his voice towards the open communicator in the hand of one of his captors.
“Aye, Captain?”
“Energize.”
Jim's eyes met Leonard's for several long moments and Leonard could feel the heavy weight of all the words they couldn't speak. That they never would, if Jim got his way. The power of those unspoken words and emotions squeezed around his heart hard enough to make Leonard have to stifle a gasp, even as the dizzying lights of the transporter surrounded the landing party and swept them back to the ship.
All except for Jim.
**
Once they rematerialized on the transporter deck of the ship, the members of the landing party broke into frantic discussion.
“No way in hell can we just head home with our tails between our legs like a scolded mutt and leave him there!”
“Yes, Doctor, I agree. We must rescue the Keptin as soon as possible.”
“I cannae get a transporter lock on the Cap'n while the Gaffians have the personal shield up. We'll hafta figure out another way.”
“I've been working on breaking through the communications jamming, perhaps if I am successful we can try something similar with the transporter lock.”
They all stopped talking as they realized that Commander – no, Acting Captain – Spock had yet to say anything concerning their immediate plans. McCoy's heart sank like a stone as it occurred to him how seriously the Vulcan took direct orders. That feeling lasted only a second, however.
“Lieutenant Sulu, please bring the ship about and head out of the system, impulse power only. Maneuver the ship to give the impression that we have sustained more damage than we truly have. This will account for our delay.” Spock turned to the rest of the senior staff. I believe, gentlemen, Lieutenant Uhura, that we have some planning to do in order to prepare to rescue the Captain. “
At McCoy's semi-incredulous expression, Spock nodded to him. “I have done research on the Kentucky Derby, Doctor. One does not give up so easily on a prize stallion.”
Spock didn't smile, but for some reason Leonard felt as though he had.
“Everyone report to the bridge to begin the strategy session.”
**
Prompt: McCoy/Author's Choice - Georgia, Georgia / No peace, no peace I find / Just this old, sweet song / Keeps Georgia on my mind (Ray Charles)
(Yeah, I seem to be ignoring that "no peace I find" line... couldn't resist a sweet one for once!)
Peace I've Found
Uhura's voice was clear and fuller than his Gran's, but just as sweet. Listening to her soft crooning in these early-morning hours brought him back to front porch swings, pitchers of sweet tea glistening with condensation, and air thick with dust and humidity.
Leonard cracked his eyelids open to steal a glance at her joyous expression and huffed a small laugh at the dance-like bobs and turns she made in time to the music as she moved about their quarters and prepared for the day.
She spun around at the sound, catching him watching, and he saw her mouth break into a wide smile though she didn't stop singing.
He closed his eyes and allowed her to sweep him away once again.
**
Hmmm, first time I've ever written McCoy/Uhura. I find I rather like them. At the very least Uhura fit best for the idea I had, it just felt right somehow.
Still, can't beat Kirk/McCoy for top place in my heart and affections.
I am really enjoying reading and writing in this community. Even when I can't get a word down on screen for any of my WiPs I have still managed to have a blast with the drabbles. Less stress, perhaps? Two of WiPs have the potential to be monsters, so maybe I'm just overwhelmed?
Note: All drabbles/ficlets are left (pretty much) as is. So far I've resisted messing with them after posting them to
bridge2sickbay so that I don't make myself insane. Aka, unbetaed and rough(ish).Prompt: Author's Choice - No, it's not regret, just remembrance, is all / Of how close we had come / The war almost won / But I sent up our flag and moved on (Vienna Teng)
Surrender
Leonard surveyed the items on the bed with open dismay. He'd joined Starfleet with very little left to his name and though he'd accumulated some personal items, texts, commendations over time, the small piles on the bed didn't add up to much more than he'd started with. The items on the bed represented the things he actually gave a damn about: a few photos of friends, Joanna's most recent drawing of her idea of “hero Daddy” complete with spiky hair, a bound-paper anatomy text that Jim had given him to commemorate his third year as CMO of the Enterprise, and other similar, small items.
His uniforms and certificates had already been sent on ahead of him to the space station he would shortly have to call home for at least the next two years while he waited for old Carpenter to retire from the post on Earth that Leonard hoped to apply for when the time came. He didn't really need anything else.
Except.
Well, it didn't matter anymore, did it? He'd waited and hoped and been patient for damn near seven years now all for nothing.
Not nothing, perhaps; he'd had some adventures that resulted in excellent stories to share over a drink in the-
Well, he was sure space stations had adequate recreational facilities as well, and probably better stocked than a starship anyways. He'd be finding out soon, no doubt. Time to move on and stop getting bogged down – packing two smallish bags with his belongings shouldn't take him thirty minutes of emotional upheaval, after all.
Leonard was just reaching for the carrysack when the door chimed and opened without his assent to admit Jim.
Damn it all.
But Jim looked different. Gone was the familiar swagger and cocky grin that seemed to accompany most of his visits to Bones when he was looking for a good time. The one-time deal that seemed to expand and surprise both of them over the years as it reoccurred time and time again. In place of that swagger and pride was the calm, serious man that Leonard knew Jim could be, when it really mattered.
“I don't want you to go, Bones.” Jim's gaze was level upon his own. “Don't take the reassignment. Stay on the Enterprise, stay with your friends, your team.” Jim paused a moment, took a breath.
“Stay with me.”
**
Prompt: Kirk/Author's Choice - I'm only happy when it rains, I'm only happy when its complicated (Garbage)
Complicated
Jim Kirk had a long history with romantic entanglements.
Not relationships, mind you. More like... encounters. Some were boring and staid and ultimately short; some were fiery and exciting, for a time at least, and made for excellent additions to his ever-growing reputation in his academy years.
No matter how they started, however, they all petered out and ended the same way: with a loss of interest, certainly on his part but sometimes on theirs' as well, and the decision to move on.
Some of his partners had accepted this with a shrug and an offer to look them up on his next pass through town, others with slaps and bitter, barbed words.
Jim's not sure what they were expecting. He's hardly the type to have his interest captured by one single woman, man, or humanoid. No one was so ever-changing, fascinating, and accepting as to be able to capture and maintain his interest, and put up with his ingrained habits, for long.
Until Bones. Life just didn't get boring and predictable with his cantankerous, generous, brilliant lover. Especially since they got to lead that life on the Enterprise, a ship well known for its many and varied adventures that required every member of its excellent crew to survive.
“That's what I like about you, Bones,” Kirk said as he raised his glass. “You keep me on my toes.”
**
Prompt: Kirk/McCoy OR Sulu/Chekov - But you, my brother in arms, I'd rather I'd lose my life than let you come to harm. (Decemberists)
Eyes on the Prize
“You will return to Federation space immediately and report back to Starfleet. The Gaffians have agreed to stand down their battleships and allow the Enterprise to leave unmolested provided that I remain as their prisoner of war and you leave their space without delay.”
“Captain, I do not-” Spock began at the same time as Leonard's “Jim, no! You can't-”
Both were cut off swiftly. “That is an order, Commander, Doctor.” Jim nodded to them both in turn, meeting their eyes with his own to be sure his orders were heard. “I will not allow the Enterprise to be destroyed if it within my power to stop it.”
Spock was silent for a moment before replying. “Understood, Captain.”
McCoy said nothing, fury and fear coiling in his throat to swallow any further comment he might wish to make.
“Scotty?” Jim now directed his voice towards the open communicator in the hand of one of his captors.
“Aye, Captain?”
“Energize.”
Jim's eyes met Leonard's for several long moments and Leonard could feel the heavy weight of all the words they couldn't speak. That they never would, if Jim got his way. The power of those unspoken words and emotions squeezed around his heart hard enough to make Leonard have to stifle a gasp, even as the dizzying lights of the transporter surrounded the landing party and swept them back to the ship.
All except for Jim.
**
Once they rematerialized on the transporter deck of the ship, the members of the landing party broke into frantic discussion.
“No way in hell can we just head home with our tails between our legs like a scolded mutt and leave him there!”
“Yes, Doctor, I agree. We must rescue the Keptin as soon as possible.”
“I cannae get a transporter lock on the Cap'n while the Gaffians have the personal shield up. We'll hafta figure out another way.”
“I've been working on breaking through the communications jamming, perhaps if I am successful we can try something similar with the transporter lock.”
They all stopped talking as they realized that Commander – no, Acting Captain – Spock had yet to say anything concerning their immediate plans. McCoy's heart sank like a stone as it occurred to him how seriously the Vulcan took direct orders. That feeling lasted only a second, however.
“Lieutenant Sulu, please bring the ship about and head out of the system, impulse power only. Maneuver the ship to give the impression that we have sustained more damage than we truly have. This will account for our delay.” Spock turned to the rest of the senior staff. I believe, gentlemen, Lieutenant Uhura, that we have some planning to do in order to prepare to rescue the Captain. “
At McCoy's semi-incredulous expression, Spock nodded to him. “I have done research on the Kentucky Derby, Doctor. One does not give up so easily on a prize stallion.”
Spock didn't smile, but for some reason Leonard felt as though he had.
“Everyone report to the bridge to begin the strategy session.”
**
Prompt: McCoy/Author's Choice - Georgia, Georgia / No peace, no peace I find / Just this old, sweet song / Keeps Georgia on my mind (Ray Charles)
(Yeah, I seem to be ignoring that "no peace I find" line... couldn't resist a sweet one for once!)
Peace I've Found
Uhura's voice was clear and fuller than his Gran's, but just as sweet. Listening to her soft crooning in these early-morning hours brought him back to front porch swings, pitchers of sweet tea glistening with condensation, and air thick with dust and humidity.
Leonard cracked his eyelids open to steal a glance at her joyous expression and huffed a small laugh at the dance-like bobs and turns she made in time to the music as she moved about their quarters and prepared for the day.
She spun around at the sound, catching him watching, and he saw her mouth break into a wide smile though she didn't stop singing.
He closed his eyes and allowed her to sweep him away once again.
**
Hmmm, first time I've ever written McCoy/Uhura. I find I rather like them. At the very least Uhura fit best for the idea I had, it just felt right somehow.
Still, can't beat Kirk/McCoy for top place in my heart and affections.
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