Bridge2sickbay ficlets from 2/14/10
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bluegeekI finally wrote Kirk/McCoy again! It's been a while and I've definitely missed them.
This week's theme was leftovers (as in prompts remaining from previous rounds). My drabbles and ficlets are below.
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - I would rather be ashes than dust! / I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
Flash
″We won't be able to hold them off for long, Jim. We're just prolonging the inevitable.″ Bones knew he hadn't been able to keep the dread from his tone or hi expression.
″I'd rather go out with a bang than just surrender and die without a fight.″ Jim's already white-knuckled grip on his phaser tightened even further.
″I kinda figured you'd say that.″
″What, you wanna give up? Stop now and let them catch up with us?″
″No way in hell.″ Bones surveyed the area again and spied the remnants of a rock slide tumbled across the rocky path leading away from the underground dwelling they'd just exited- big enough to shield them both and thick enough to withstand significant bombardment. ″Let's take position over there – we can pick them off as they leave the cave.″
Jim surveyed the outcropping that Leonard pointed to. ″Good thinking. It might even be far enough away to allow the Enterprise's sensors to pick us up. I'll go first, you cover me. Hopefully they haven't had time to call in backup from the surface villages yet.″
Leonard nodded. ″Got it.″
As he readied himself for a mad dash across the open space, Jim shot turned back to Leonard once more and flashed a brief grin. ″Stay positive, Bones, we might just live through this!″
Bones couldn't stop the smile from blooming over his face in spite of the situation. ″I s'pose your right, Jim. We just might.″
***
Kirk, McCoy - I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
Under My Skin
The harsh sound of labored breathing was all that punctuated the silence and the chill of the room began to creep in on frigid feet as sweat cooled and heart rates slowed. The blankets had long since been expelled from the bed and neither could summon the energy or drive to move enough to locate them, nor could they yet trust the steadiness of their voices to cajole and tease the other to take up the task.
After several silent minutes, Leonard could feel the bed begin to shake with Jim's silent laughter and he managed to summon the ability to crack his eyes open and glare at the other man.
″Somethin' you find funny, Jim?″
″Knew I'd get you into bed someday, Bones.″ Jim curled onto his side and slung one long leg across Bones body. ″Didn't think it'd take a malfunctioning transporter and a blizzard to ultimately make it happen though.″
Leonard released small huff of laughter at the note of petulance in Jim's tone. ″Had to make you work for it a bit, Jim. You know what they say about the best things being worth the effort.″ He couldn't resist the small squeak of protest that escaped when Jim buried his face – cold nose and all – into Leonard's shoulder in search of warmth. ″Brat.″
He raised his hand to Jim's head, intent on pulling the other man off, but couldn't resist the urge to card his fingers through the thick hair, brush a bead of sweat from the back of his neck. How the hell had the kid gotten this far under his skin?
Jim finally gave up the attempt to burrow into Leonard for his body heat and crawled to the end of the bed to retrieve the massive pile of blankets and return them to their proper place.
″Know what would be even better?″ he said with his characteristic Kirk grin splashed across his face in all its glory. ″If it took Scotty all night to fix the transporters.″
***
Prompt: Pike, Kirk - ... but I want instead to see if you yourself will pass this way.
A Man of Worth
″That is James Kirk?″ The bartender had to be fucking with him because Christopher Pike knew that there was no way in hell George and Winona Kirk's son would be lying beaten and bloody on a table in some dive in Iowa. It didn't matter that it was fucking Iowa and the kid was around the right age, or that he'd heard of Winona having the trouble dealing with the boy once he hit the teenage years, but...
No, it couldn't be.
Except the bartender was nodding in acknowledgment and on closer inspection Chris did have to admit that beneath the blood and bar floor grime there were hints of both parents in his features and expressions.
Well, shit.
He'd always known that any kid of the Kirks was destined to wind up in space and giving life a hell of a ride, but clearly the kid wasn't managing to find his way there on his own. This, however, was not quite how he'd envisioned his opportunity to assist in carrying on the Kirk legacy.
Thinking, Chris leaned on the bar and alternated between reading data called up on his PADD and staring at the kid as the glazed expression gradually wore off his features and he gathered his wits enough to order another drink. Right, as if he needed any more of that tonight.
The more he watched the young man the more he saw images of George transposed over his features and the more appalled he became at what this young Kirk had decided to do with the second chance that his father had paid so dearly for.
The more he watched, the stronger his determination to get the kid on a shuttle and headed for San Francisco in the morning with the other recruits. He could convince him to enlist, convince him the he had purpose and usefulness yet in him. He'd show him the possible future that all the other recruits had seen and yearned for and get him to want it to. Somehow.
Straightening from the bar, Chris glanced down at the PADD once more and winced at the number of black marks on Kirk's official record. He had a feeling that James T. Kirk would take the most infuriating and ass-backwards road to get to the grand future he was about to offer him.
He really hoped it would be worth it.
***
Prompt: Spock, Uhura - All you add is love.
Jitters
″I am not sure that the Vulcan Elders will approve of us. They may not see any... logic in our decision to marry.″ Nyota paused for a moment. ″In your decision to marry a human who cannot add to recovery your species.″
They stood close together in Spock's quarters and Spock could tell that the effort it took Nyota to share her concerns – her fears – with him was great.
″I worry that your father, in particular, will be... disappointed in your choice.″
″No, Nyota.″ On this, Spock was confidant. ″You, in fact, add much: to my life, in particular, and to the remains of my family as a whole. But even if all you had to add is the love that you possess, you would enrich us beyond all that is logical to the outside observer.″
In a mirror of a pose held many years ago while he suffered from the greatest loss of his life, Spock raised his hands to Nyota's cheeks and kissed her softly on her cheeks and lips. ″My father, having experienced the love a human himself, knows this, and knows that you add honor to our family.″
***
In addition to drabbling tonight I also managed to make a HUGE pot of lemony cream of chicken & rice soup. It turned out so well, and now I have some in the fridge and tons in the freezer for easy meals this week.
This week's theme was leftovers (as in prompts remaining from previous rounds). My drabbles and ficlets are below.
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - I would rather be ashes than dust! / I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
Flash
″We won't be able to hold them off for long, Jim. We're just prolonging the inevitable.″ Bones knew he hadn't been able to keep the dread from his tone or hi expression.
″I'd rather go out with a bang than just surrender and die without a fight.″ Jim's already white-knuckled grip on his phaser tightened even further.
″I kinda figured you'd say that.″
″What, you wanna give up? Stop now and let them catch up with us?″
″No way in hell.″ Bones surveyed the area again and spied the remnants of a rock slide tumbled across the rocky path leading away from the underground dwelling they'd just exited- big enough to shield them both and thick enough to withstand significant bombardment. ″Let's take position over there – we can pick them off as they leave the cave.″
Jim surveyed the outcropping that Leonard pointed to. ″Good thinking. It might even be far enough away to allow the Enterprise's sensors to pick us up. I'll go first, you cover me. Hopefully they haven't had time to call in backup from the surface villages yet.″
Leonard nodded. ″Got it.″
As he readied himself for a mad dash across the open space, Jim shot turned back to Leonard once more and flashed a brief grin. ″Stay positive, Bones, we might just live through this!″
Bones couldn't stop the smile from blooming over his face in spite of the situation. ″I s'pose your right, Jim. We just might.″
***
Kirk, McCoy - I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
Under My Skin
The harsh sound of labored breathing was all that punctuated the silence and the chill of the room began to creep in on frigid feet as sweat cooled and heart rates slowed. The blankets had long since been expelled from the bed and neither could summon the energy or drive to move enough to locate them, nor could they yet trust the steadiness of their voices to cajole and tease the other to take up the task.
After several silent minutes, Leonard could feel the bed begin to shake with Jim's silent laughter and he managed to summon the ability to crack his eyes open and glare at the other man.
″Somethin' you find funny, Jim?″
″Knew I'd get you into bed someday, Bones.″ Jim curled onto his side and slung one long leg across Bones body. ″Didn't think it'd take a malfunctioning transporter and a blizzard to ultimately make it happen though.″
Leonard released small huff of laughter at the note of petulance in Jim's tone. ″Had to make you work for it a bit, Jim. You know what they say about the best things being worth the effort.″ He couldn't resist the small squeak of protest that escaped when Jim buried his face – cold nose and all – into Leonard's shoulder in search of warmth. ″Brat.″
He raised his hand to Jim's head, intent on pulling the other man off, but couldn't resist the urge to card his fingers through the thick hair, brush a bead of sweat from the back of his neck. How the hell had the kid gotten this far under his skin?
Jim finally gave up the attempt to burrow into Leonard for his body heat and crawled to the end of the bed to retrieve the massive pile of blankets and return them to their proper place.
″Know what would be even better?″ he said with his characteristic Kirk grin splashed across his face in all its glory. ″If it took Scotty all night to fix the transporters.″
***
Prompt: Pike, Kirk - ... but I want instead to see if you yourself will pass this way.
A Man of Worth
″That is James Kirk?″ The bartender had to be fucking with him because Christopher Pike knew that there was no way in hell George and Winona Kirk's son would be lying beaten and bloody on a table in some dive in Iowa. It didn't matter that it was fucking Iowa and the kid was around the right age, or that he'd heard of Winona having the trouble dealing with the boy once he hit the teenage years, but...
No, it couldn't be.
Except the bartender was nodding in acknowledgment and on closer inspection Chris did have to admit that beneath the blood and bar floor grime there were hints of both parents in his features and expressions.
Well, shit.
He'd always known that any kid of the Kirks was destined to wind up in space and giving life a hell of a ride, but clearly the kid wasn't managing to find his way there on his own. This, however, was not quite how he'd envisioned his opportunity to assist in carrying on the Kirk legacy.
Thinking, Chris leaned on the bar and alternated between reading data called up on his PADD and staring at the kid as the glazed expression gradually wore off his features and he gathered his wits enough to order another drink. Right, as if he needed any more of that tonight.
The more he watched the young man the more he saw images of George transposed over his features and the more appalled he became at what this young Kirk had decided to do with the second chance that his father had paid so dearly for.
The more he watched, the stronger his determination to get the kid on a shuttle and headed for San Francisco in the morning with the other recruits. He could convince him to enlist, convince him the he had purpose and usefulness yet in him. He'd show him the possible future that all the other recruits had seen and yearned for and get him to want it to. Somehow.
Straightening from the bar, Chris glanced down at the PADD once more and winced at the number of black marks on Kirk's official record. He had a feeling that James T. Kirk would take the most infuriating and ass-backwards road to get to the grand future he was about to offer him.
He really hoped it would be worth it.
***
Prompt: Spock, Uhura - All you add is love.
Jitters
″I am not sure that the Vulcan Elders will approve of us. They may not see any... logic in our decision to marry.″ Nyota paused for a moment. ″In your decision to marry a human who cannot add to recovery your species.″
They stood close together in Spock's quarters and Spock could tell that the effort it took Nyota to share her concerns – her fears – with him was great.
″I worry that your father, in particular, will be... disappointed in your choice.″
″No, Nyota.″ On this, Spock was confidant. ″You, in fact, add much: to my life, in particular, and to the remains of my family as a whole. But even if all you had to add is the love that you possess, you would enrich us beyond all that is logical to the outside observer.″
In a mirror of a pose held many years ago while he suffered from the greatest loss of his life, Spock raised his hands to Nyota's cheeks and kissed her softly on her cheeks and lips. ″My father, having experienced the love a human himself, knows this, and knows that you add honor to our family.″
***
In addition to drabbling tonight I also managed to make a HUGE pot of lemony cream of chicken & rice soup. It turned out so well, and now I have some in the fridge and tons in the freezer for easy meals this week.
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