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Dec. 13th, 2009 10:02 pm
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I'm in a rather down mood tonight, but by the end of reading this week's fills I was starting to feel a bit better. Interestingly, 3 out of my 4 fills were rather cheerful, in opposition to my mood. Go figure.

This week's prompts were picture prompts. I've included them with the fic.

Onwards...



Prompt: Kirk, Ensemble - Photobucket

The Brightness of the Day

Jim Kirk enjoys the rush of adrenaline the accompanies a mission and the challenge of solving problems as seconds tick away ever closer to trouble. He feels the rush of pride as he watches his crew overcome any obstacle placed in their path to pull off even the most difficult assignments and the only paperwork he actually enjoys doing is that in which he can commend his people and give them the recognition they deserve.

Despite this, however, Kirk is also learning to appreciate the missions that turn out, well... boring. From an adrenaline-junkie command-officer perspective, that is.

The missions when Uhura can spend hours with the locals, perfecting her grasp of slang and culture and Sulu can take clippings of the local flora and plan which one's he'll attempt to pair with known plants to create new hybrid species. Where Scotty won't be taking his life in his hands to try out local delicacies and when even Bones loosens his collar a bit and bitches marginally less about all the unknown toxins they're likely encountering with every breath.

Yeah, the occasional dull errand is worth it for everyone.

He'll relax in the extensive garden of the local governor for another hour before beaming back to the Enterprise to relieve Spock and Chekov so they, too, can enjoy a brief leave before they head back out into the black, and into danger once again.

Yeah, Kirk likes the rush, true, but that rush has taught him the value of tranquility.


~~~


Prompt: Kirk, Author's Choice Photobucket

Artistic Expression

Bones' only warning was a firm grasp on his elbow and a low chuckle as he was pulled away from the back of the touring group of Federation guests and into a small alcove in the grand hall that was partially blocked by a tall, fern-like plant and kissed soundly. It took nearly a full minute for Bones' surprise and lust to give way to sense. Jim Kirk made very good use of that time before Bones dragged his brain - kicking and screaming - away from his groin and peeled his mouth away from Jim's.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bones restrained his voice to a harsh whisper in an attempt to keep the rest of the delegation – located mere feet away - from noticing, but that didn't diminish the effect of his irritation.

That irritation had no effect on the wicked grin that was spread across Jim's face. “The Jeneyans seemed like such a staid, uptight species. Who knew their top museum would be filled with pornographic statues?”

“My God, Jim. You'll get turned on by anything, won't you?” Bones tried in vain to slap Jim's wandering hands away from his ass, but couldn't help the surge of desire that ran through him at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position.

“Not anything, but between the artwork and you, I don't stand a chance, now do I?”


~~~


Prompt: McCoy, Uhura – Photobucket

Retreat

When Leonard returned from the basement with a large armful of dry firewood he found Nyota standing at the window gazing out through the thick growth of ivy. He dropped the wood into the bin beside the large fireplace and walked to her wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder. She rested her arms atop his at her waist and they stood in silence for several moments looking out towards the garden and the forest beyond.

“We'll have to come back in the spring,” he said softly by her ear. “You'd love the flowers – the garden practically overflows with all the colors of the rainbow and the sky is bluer than you could imagine.” Leonard saw her cock her head to the side as if trying to see the barren plot behind the cottage alive with color and life instead of filled with brittle brown stalks of leftover foliage.

“I'd like that.” Her voice was warm and pleasant, her tone comfortable in his mind, his heart.

“For now, though, we'll have to be content to stay inside where it's warm.” Leonard saw her mouth turn up in a grin and caught her flicking a glance at him out of the corner of her eye. He squeezed her to him even tighter and turned to brush his lips against her neck, smiling when his stubble caused her jump at the sensation.

“I like that too.”


~~~


Prompt: Kirk, Uhura – Photobucket

Without Words

Uhura was on duty when the communication came in. She decoded it and, after a long moment of shock and a curious sensation of loss, resealed it and flagged it for the Captain's immediate review. She could tell when Kirk read it, mere minutes later, by the sharp gasp that he quickly cut off, soft enough that she doubted anyone who wasn't listening for it had even noticed. She saw the emotions pass over his face and could practically feel the grief emanating from him as he read the entirety of the message.

She watched as Kirk stood, turned the conn over to a curious Spock, and left the bridge.

***

Kirk was on the observation deck when Uhura found him two hours later after her shift ended. He stood with his back straight and hands clasped behind his back, staring out the viewport. She knew he heard her approach but he didn't acknowledge her.

Uhura walked to him until she was a mere step behind and placed her hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. She felt the muscles tense under her hand and half-expected him to pull away or shout at her in rage. She held her breath for a moment, waiting and only breathed again when she felt the tension underneath her hand release, saw his shoulders slump as he released that too-rigid posture. He now looked, she decided, as though he wanted to curl in on himself.

To spare him, she took the last step and leaned against him, bracing him. After a moment he turned and drew her into his arms, curling around her, accepting her comfort.

“I know he was important to you.”

“I know that he's not gone, not exactly. That our Spock will eventually be him, but...”

“But it's not the same.”

“Yeah.” Kirk paused, sighed. “How did you know? I thought I held it together pretty well up there.”

“You did. I don't think anyone else noticed.” She rubbed his back slowly, comforting him with both action and word. “A lot of communication occurs without a single word aloud, and communication is my specialty, after all.”

He nodded, cheek pressed against her hair. “That it is.”
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