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bluegeekI got a little... out of hand tonight. For some reason the song title theme and resultant prompts really worked for me tonight inspiration-wise and I wanted to dive all over several of them.
So here we go...
Prompt: Kirk, Joanna - Ask for Answers
Ask a Silly Question...
″Do you love my dad?″
Jim Kirk froze mid-bite and regarded Joanna McCoy with surprise and no small amount of exasperation. They'd read books that morning, played catch in the halls of the ship before lunch, and started her on chess lessons in the afternoon and she chose now, at dinnertime, in the crowded mess, and in front of a good chunk of his senior staff to ask him this question?
Sneaky little brat.
Jim heard a groan from beside him and turned to see Leonard McCoy, the brat's father, with his face buried in his hands. McCoy's shoulders shook slightly and Jim wasn't sure if that was due to laughter or horror.
Jim turned back to Joanna, whose innocent face regarded him, clearly waiting for an answer to her question. From the stares he could feel boring into him, he suspected that Spock, Uhura, Scotty, and Gaila were all waiting for his answer too.
Jim considered all the responses he could offer her, from lying to redirecting to attempting to delay her query until later, but as he regarded her patiently waiting form, and the hot blush that had spread across Bones' neck, he settled for simplicity.
″Yes.″ He spooned another bite of stew into his mouth.
″Okay, cool.″ And Joanna turned back to her dinner and did the same.
***
Prompt: Chekov, Joanna - She Blinded Me With Science
Boom
James Kirk and his security attachment overrode the security protocols in the labs and burst into the secondary science alcove even before the ship's environmental systems had a chance to clear all of the smoke from the room. Leonard McCoy raced in only steps behind with his medical team.
Though the dim, emergency-lit lab appeared deserted they could hear someone coughing, but it didn't sound like it came from the lungs of a child.
″Joanna!″ McCoy called, not bothering to restrain the naked fear in his tone.
There was a long, horrible moment of silence – save for the coughing - before they all heard the most beautiful sound in the world, ″Over here, Daddy.″
McCoy rushed towards the sound of his daughter's voice, Kirk right on his heels, and crouched down near the lab table where Pavel Chekov and Joanna had apparently taken refuge. His daughter was held protectively in the young ensign's arms and had an emergency oxygen mask over her face. She was wide-eyed and dirtied but at first glance appeared unharmed.
Chekov was pale and couldn't seem to control the coughing spasms that wracked his thin frame. McCoy noted that there was only one emergency mask – the one protecting Joanna – and determined that Chekov mustn't have had any protection from the thick smoke that had filled the lab and set off the Enterprise emergency alarm.
Seeing her father, Joanna launched herself out of Chekov's arms and into McCoy's, knocking him back into Kirk who kept them upright.
″I'm so sorry, Daddy! I was just checking out the 'speriments when one of the computers turned red and said something went wrong. I swear I didn't touch anything. I promise!″ The mask muffled her words slightly but they could all understand her frantic explanation.
″I know, darlin', I know. So long as you're both okay.″ Leonard clutched her to his chest and closed his eyes for a moment to pull himself together. They stayed that way for a long moment until Joanna pulled back and looked into his face again.
″Pavel's sick, Daddy. He pulled me under the bench when the fire started and the doors closed and he hasn't been breathin' too well since it got so smokey.″ Joanna turned worried, too-perceptive eyes towards her savior, currently being helped up by the medics, and McCoy had a feeling that his young daughter's hero-worship had increased exponentially.
″We'll get him fixed up, Jo, I'll take a look at him right now. Can you stay with Jim while I do that?″
Joanna hugged her father firmly once more before being transferred to the waiting Captain's arms.
McCoy grabbed his tricorder and began to gather readings on Chekov. Before they transferred him to a stretcher to take him to Med Bay, McCoy placed a hand on Chekov's shoulder. ″Thank you, son.″
″It is a pleasure, Doctor.″ Chekov responded, words interspersed with the coughs he tried valiantly to control.
″Let's get you fixed up.″
***
Prompt: Pike, Winona - Eye in the Sky
Eye in the Sky
″I was counting on you to keep an eye on him out there, Chris.″ Winona Kirk regarded him and arched an eyebrow. She sat on the visitor's side of the desk yet still managed to make the simple chair look like a throne.
Chris Pike frowned down at the plaque on his desk - Admiral Christopher Pike - and shook his head.
″I guess the universe had different plans.″ And the universe can go fu-
His thought was interrupted by a small snort.
″Think the universe knows what it's in for?″
Chris grinned. ″Not a chance.″
***
Prompt: Nero, Author’s Choice - Good Man Gone Bad
In Memoriam
Nero can still remember the color of her lips in the sunlight, despite going so long without both the sun and her. He still smell her skin in his dreams, so familiar from many mornings waking up and burying his head against her neck and inhaling her scent. He can remember the feel of her hair where it dragged across his skin as she moved above him, soft and feather light in contrast with ferocity and heat.
He clings, even as the tendrils of memory loosen and begin to pull away.
When he finally realizes that the memories are starting to fade, dimming as the months and years pass on and on, he is at first shocked, then wracked, wrecked, with guilt.
And then the rage blossoms, sharp and sweet and so much more present than she is now.
He feeds it with his frustrations and guilt and fury, and the rage grows with each memory that stutters in his mind, each lost moment, each day that he must turn to his few precious holos to remember the details of her, of their life.
And to that, he clings.
***
Prompt: Kirk, Spock - Kiss With a Fist
Kiss With a Fist
As Jim stared at Spock's face, decorated by bruises and cuts that he was sure were mirrored in his own, it hit him with the power of a blow – one thrown by a Vulcan, no less – that they were alive, that the ship was intact, that they'd done it again and snatched victory out of the greedy jaws of defeat.
They were alive. Holy shit, they were alive!
Throwing caution to the wind – and really, what else was new given the past 24 hours? - Jim grabbed Spock by the front of his torn uniform and pulled them together, chest to chest, lips crushed together in frantic celebration.
For a moment, Spock was rigid, frozen in Jim's arms, and Jim felt the first stirrings of terror he'd felt since they'd landed on this god-forsaken rock and been told to give up their ship or their lives. Then he felt Spock's arms wrap around him and then Spock was kissing back and dammit he might have split his lip back there when he'd gotten in that fistfight with the Chief Asshole.
Spock pulled back after a long minute of kissing and groping – Vulcans had extremely clever hands, it turned out – and regarded Jim with a severe expression.
″This reaction is likely the result of a combination of adrenalin and success at our victory, Captain.″
″Yeah. And?″ Oh no, Jim thought, he'd better not be going all Vulcan on him now-
Spock's lip twitched, slightly, though it might have been a reaction to Jim's grabbing his ass and hauling him that much closer. ″We would do well to make the most of this increase in energy and alertness before, I believe the human slang term is, 'the crash hits.'″
Jim smiled, torn lip be damned. ″Excellent idea, Mr. Spock.″
They didn't waste any time, and really, no one on the Enterprise knew for certain that not all of their bruises were sustained in the initial confrontation, despite McCoy's mutterings of, ″First pirates I've ever seen to give hickeys, Jim.″
***
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - If You Don't Know Me by Now
Not A Walk On The Beach
Jim pounced on him as soon as he was through the door. Leonard's reflexes were quick, but Jim's were quicker, and Leonard was soon pinned to the deck beneath an aroused James Kirk and being kissed to within an inch of his life.
When Jim pulled back long enough to begin unfastening Leonard's pants, Leonard's brain sputtered back to life.
″What in holy hell has gotten in to you?″
Jim snorted softly and cast a look up at Leonard before returning his attention to freeing Leonard from the confines of his underwear.
Leonard shuddered but forced himself to focus. ″Today was a total clusterfuck! We were shot at, you nearly had your head ripped off by that giant clawed thing, and we nearly ended life in the universe as we know it to put things back in order again!″
Jim groaned, pressing himself against Leonard's thigh.
Leonard raised his head from the deck to glare downwards. ″And that somehow turns you on?″
Jim licked a long stripe up Leonard's length before meeting Leonard's gaze and raising his eyebrows as if to say, Yeah?
″I am surrounded by lunatics.″ Leonard dropped his head back to the deck in surrender.
***
In other news, I'm starting to feel better - yay! Only the medication I'm on makes me WIRED, meaning not a lot of sleep - boo! But breathing is good. I strongly support breathing.
In other, other news, my birthday is tomorrow! Now, my sister and I have already kinda sorta celebrated our bdays since she went back to Iowa today, but I imagine my parents and I will have dinner tomorrow or something.
I was thinking about doing that reverse gifting thing where, for my birthday, anyone who wants one would give me a prompt and I would write a drabble/ficlet for them. Is there interest out there were I to do that tomorrow?
So here we go...
Prompt: Kirk, Joanna - Ask for Answers
Ask a Silly Question...
″Do you love my dad?″
Jim Kirk froze mid-bite and regarded Joanna McCoy with surprise and no small amount of exasperation. They'd read books that morning, played catch in the halls of the ship before lunch, and started her on chess lessons in the afternoon and she chose now, at dinnertime, in the crowded mess, and in front of a good chunk of his senior staff to ask him this question?
Sneaky little brat.
Jim heard a groan from beside him and turned to see Leonard McCoy, the brat's father, with his face buried in his hands. McCoy's shoulders shook slightly and Jim wasn't sure if that was due to laughter or horror.
Jim turned back to Joanna, whose innocent face regarded him, clearly waiting for an answer to her question. From the stares he could feel boring into him, he suspected that Spock, Uhura, Scotty, and Gaila were all waiting for his answer too.
Jim considered all the responses he could offer her, from lying to redirecting to attempting to delay her query until later, but as he regarded her patiently waiting form, and the hot blush that had spread across Bones' neck, he settled for simplicity.
″Yes.″ He spooned another bite of stew into his mouth.
″Okay, cool.″ And Joanna turned back to her dinner and did the same.
***
Prompt: Chekov, Joanna - She Blinded Me With Science
Boom
James Kirk and his security attachment overrode the security protocols in the labs and burst into the secondary science alcove even before the ship's environmental systems had a chance to clear all of the smoke from the room. Leonard McCoy raced in only steps behind with his medical team.
Though the dim, emergency-lit lab appeared deserted they could hear someone coughing, but it didn't sound like it came from the lungs of a child.
″Joanna!″ McCoy called, not bothering to restrain the naked fear in his tone.
There was a long, horrible moment of silence – save for the coughing - before they all heard the most beautiful sound in the world, ″Over here, Daddy.″
McCoy rushed towards the sound of his daughter's voice, Kirk right on his heels, and crouched down near the lab table where Pavel Chekov and Joanna had apparently taken refuge. His daughter was held protectively in the young ensign's arms and had an emergency oxygen mask over her face. She was wide-eyed and dirtied but at first glance appeared unharmed.
Chekov was pale and couldn't seem to control the coughing spasms that wracked his thin frame. McCoy noted that there was only one emergency mask – the one protecting Joanna – and determined that Chekov mustn't have had any protection from the thick smoke that had filled the lab and set off the Enterprise emergency alarm.
Seeing her father, Joanna launched herself out of Chekov's arms and into McCoy's, knocking him back into Kirk who kept them upright.
″I'm so sorry, Daddy! I was just checking out the 'speriments when one of the computers turned red and said something went wrong. I swear I didn't touch anything. I promise!″ The mask muffled her words slightly but they could all understand her frantic explanation.
″I know, darlin', I know. So long as you're both okay.″ Leonard clutched her to his chest and closed his eyes for a moment to pull himself together. They stayed that way for a long moment until Joanna pulled back and looked into his face again.
″Pavel's sick, Daddy. He pulled me under the bench when the fire started and the doors closed and he hasn't been breathin' too well since it got so smokey.″ Joanna turned worried, too-perceptive eyes towards her savior, currently being helped up by the medics, and McCoy had a feeling that his young daughter's hero-worship had increased exponentially.
″We'll get him fixed up, Jo, I'll take a look at him right now. Can you stay with Jim while I do that?″
Joanna hugged her father firmly once more before being transferred to the waiting Captain's arms.
McCoy grabbed his tricorder and began to gather readings on Chekov. Before they transferred him to a stretcher to take him to Med Bay, McCoy placed a hand on Chekov's shoulder. ″Thank you, son.″
″It is a pleasure, Doctor.″ Chekov responded, words interspersed with the coughs he tried valiantly to control.
″Let's get you fixed up.″
***
Prompt: Pike, Winona - Eye in the Sky
Eye in the Sky
″I was counting on you to keep an eye on him out there, Chris.″ Winona Kirk regarded him and arched an eyebrow. She sat on the visitor's side of the desk yet still managed to make the simple chair look like a throne.
Chris Pike frowned down at the plaque on his desk - Admiral Christopher Pike - and shook his head.
″I guess the universe had different plans.″ And the universe can go fu-
His thought was interrupted by a small snort.
″Think the universe knows what it's in for?″
Chris grinned. ″Not a chance.″
***
Prompt: Nero, Author’s Choice - Good Man Gone Bad
In Memoriam
Nero can still remember the color of her lips in the sunlight, despite going so long without both the sun and her. He still smell her skin in his dreams, so familiar from many mornings waking up and burying his head against her neck and inhaling her scent. He can remember the feel of her hair where it dragged across his skin as she moved above him, soft and feather light in contrast with ferocity and heat.
He clings, even as the tendrils of memory loosen and begin to pull away.
When he finally realizes that the memories are starting to fade, dimming as the months and years pass on and on, he is at first shocked, then wracked, wrecked, with guilt.
And then the rage blossoms, sharp and sweet and so much more present than she is now.
He feeds it with his frustrations and guilt and fury, and the rage grows with each memory that stutters in his mind, each lost moment, each day that he must turn to his few precious holos to remember the details of her, of their life.
And to that, he clings.
***
Prompt: Kirk, Spock - Kiss With a Fist
Kiss With a Fist
As Jim stared at Spock's face, decorated by bruises and cuts that he was sure were mirrored in his own, it hit him with the power of a blow – one thrown by a Vulcan, no less – that they were alive, that the ship was intact, that they'd done it again and snatched victory out of the greedy jaws of defeat.
They were alive. Holy shit, they were alive!
Throwing caution to the wind – and really, what else was new given the past 24 hours? - Jim grabbed Spock by the front of his torn uniform and pulled them together, chest to chest, lips crushed together in frantic celebration.
For a moment, Spock was rigid, frozen in Jim's arms, and Jim felt the first stirrings of terror he'd felt since they'd landed on this god-forsaken rock and been told to give up their ship or their lives. Then he felt Spock's arms wrap around him and then Spock was kissing back and dammit he might have split his lip back there when he'd gotten in that fistfight with the Chief Asshole.
Spock pulled back after a long minute of kissing and groping – Vulcans had extremely clever hands, it turned out – and regarded Jim with a severe expression.
″This reaction is likely the result of a combination of adrenalin and success at our victory, Captain.″
″Yeah. And?″ Oh no, Jim thought, he'd better not be going all Vulcan on him now-
Spock's lip twitched, slightly, though it might have been a reaction to Jim's grabbing his ass and hauling him that much closer. ″We would do well to make the most of this increase in energy and alertness before, I believe the human slang term is, 'the crash hits.'″
Jim smiled, torn lip be damned. ″Excellent idea, Mr. Spock.″
They didn't waste any time, and really, no one on the Enterprise knew for certain that not all of their bruises were sustained in the initial confrontation, despite McCoy's mutterings of, ″First pirates I've ever seen to give hickeys, Jim.″
***
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - If You Don't Know Me by Now
Not A Walk On The Beach
Jim pounced on him as soon as he was through the door. Leonard's reflexes were quick, but Jim's were quicker, and Leonard was soon pinned to the deck beneath an aroused James Kirk and being kissed to within an inch of his life.
When Jim pulled back long enough to begin unfastening Leonard's pants, Leonard's brain sputtered back to life.
″What in holy hell has gotten in to you?″
Jim snorted softly and cast a look up at Leonard before returning his attention to freeing Leonard from the confines of his underwear.
Leonard shuddered but forced himself to focus. ″Today was a total clusterfuck! We were shot at, you nearly had your head ripped off by that giant clawed thing, and we nearly ended life in the universe as we know it to put things back in order again!″
Jim groaned, pressing himself against Leonard's thigh.
Leonard raised his head from the deck to glare downwards. ″And that somehow turns you on?″
Jim licked a long stripe up Leonard's length before meeting Leonard's gaze and raising his eyebrows as if to say, Yeah?
″I am surrounded by lunatics.″ Leonard dropped his head back to the deck in surrender.
***
In other news, I'm starting to feel better - yay! Only the medication I'm on makes me WIRED, meaning not a lot of sleep - boo! But breathing is good. I strongly support breathing.
In other, other news, my birthday is tomorrow! Now, my sister and I have already kinda sorta celebrated our bdays since she went back to Iowa today, but I imagine my parents and I will have dinner tomorrow or something.
I was thinking about doing that reverse gifting thing where, for my birthday, anyone who wants one would give me a prompt and I would write a drabble/ficlet for them. Is there interest out there were I to do that tomorrow?
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Date: 2010-03-23 04:05 am (UTC)Glad you're feeling better!
Lovely work!