Bridge2sickbay ficlets from 5/2/10
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bluegeekThis week's theme was: book titles
Prompt: Kirk, Winona - Even Firefighters Hug Their Moms
Even Starship Captains Hug Their Moms
She was waiting for him when he stepped off the shuttle and onto the solid ground of Earth. An Earth that, thanks to his crew, was still there.
Jim saw his mother's eyes brimming with unshed tears, but he suspected that, ultimately, it would be a losing battle. He met her eyes for several long moments, both ignoring the bustle around them, just staring.
She broke first, sniffing loudly, then raising her arms and walking to him. Though he didn't advance to meet her, he allowed her arms to wrap around him, allowed her to squeeze him tightly in a firm hug that, it turns out, he hadn't quite forgotten over the years. She pressed her face against his neck and he felt wetness against his skin, her battle against the tears abandoned.
″Oh, Jim.″ Winona's voice was soft and quavering, a sharp counterpoint to the strength of her embrace. She didn't – or couldn't – continue.
Jim realized that there were some who would never again be able to do this, that he very nearly lost it himself. With a soft, tremulous sigh, James T Kirk raised his arms and hugged her back, burying his face in her hair and losing himself in the scent of her, another part of his childhood that he hadn't forgotten.
Even starship captains hug their moms, sometimes.
***
Prompt: Spock, McCoy - Pride and Prejudice
Strike a Deal
″He what?″ Leonard would swear he could feel steam erupting from his ears.
″I'm sorry, Doctor McCoy. Commander Spock stated that his injuries were minor and that we should focus our efforts on the rest of the landing party. He said he would return later for treatment.″ Christine's voice revealed slight irritation at Spock's self-diagnosis, but her steady hands never wavered in her treatment of Ensign Callum's head laceration.
″We'll see about that,″ snarled Leonard as he grabbed s tricorder and headed for the door. He'd finished assessment of the rest of the landing party contingent and handed their care over to his staff. Spock was the only holdout.
Leonard stalked into Spock's cabin after receiving permission to enter and very nearly grabbed the vulcan by his pointed ear to drag him back to the med bay – where any idiot with minimally-treated phaser burns ought to be – before he noticed what Spock held in his hands. ″Reading fluffy romances, Spock? I hadn't thought you the type.″
Spock raised an eyebrow, the effect somewhat blunted by the remnants of his injuries still decorating his exposed skin. ″My mother professed enjoyment in reading this novel and termed it a classic. She read it to me numerous times in my childhood and used it as a learning tool for the better understanding of human behaviors.″
″Classic learning tool or not it's still a fluffy romance, or so I hear.″ Despite his words, McCoy's voice held no bite.
″You have not read it, Doctor?″
″Nope. Not on the required reading lists when I was in school, Mr. Spock.″ McCoy paused, an idea blooming in his mind. ″Let's make a deal. You return to med bay so I can finish caring for your injuries and while you lie there like a good little vulcan, I'll let you educate on the wonders of Austen.″
Spock appeared to weigh the comparative benefits of objecting to Leonard's description of him and obtaining a semi-captive audience in a discussion of literature. ″Very well, Doctor. We have an agreement.″
***
Prompt: Spock, McCoy - Definitely Dead
Redefined
Leonard isn't entirely sure what came over him. All he remembers is rushing into the large interrogation room beside the holding cells in the bowels of the alien ship, seeing a blood-splattered Spock strapped to a metal gurney, and then losing his goddamn mind.
The next thing he knew, he was standing over the lifeless husks of the aliens and holding a phaser with a severely depleted power reading and hearing Spock inform him, ″Although I do not possess a medical license as you do, Doctor, I can assure you that my captors are definitely dead.″
By the looks of things, even the hard exoskeletons the aliens sported were no match for Starfleet phasers set to 'kill' and wielded by a CMO with lots of experience with the vulnerabilities of a variety of species and enough time and fury to shoot at them until they stopped twitching.
According to Spock, when later asked, it had taken a ″not-insignificant amount of time.″
Back on the Enterprise and safely in med bay, Spock had regarded Leonard with a new intensity to his gaze, though, to Leonard's relief, Spock appeared to hold no disgust or horror at Leonard's actions. He merely watched Leonard from his reclined position on the biobed as Leonard went about his duties and saw that the rest of the landing party was patched up and discharged as needed.
When the last crewmember had been ushered out of med bay, Spock finally spoke. ″Thank you, Doctor.″
Leonard looked at him from the end of the bed. Spock still didn't appear disgusted or disappointed by Leonard's display of rage, in fact, he looked almost curious. Leonard suspected that they would be having a discussion about what happened on the alien ship sooner rather than later. ″You're welcome, Spock.″
***
Prompt: Kirk, Winona - Even Firefighters Hug Their Moms
Even Starship Captains Hug Their Moms
She was waiting for him when he stepped off the shuttle and onto the solid ground of Earth. An Earth that, thanks to his crew, was still there.
Jim saw his mother's eyes brimming with unshed tears, but he suspected that, ultimately, it would be a losing battle. He met her eyes for several long moments, both ignoring the bustle around them, just staring.
She broke first, sniffing loudly, then raising her arms and walking to him. Though he didn't advance to meet her, he allowed her arms to wrap around him, allowed her to squeeze him tightly in a firm hug that, it turns out, he hadn't quite forgotten over the years. She pressed her face against his neck and he felt wetness against his skin, her battle against the tears abandoned.
″Oh, Jim.″ Winona's voice was soft and quavering, a sharp counterpoint to the strength of her embrace. She didn't – or couldn't – continue.
Jim realized that there were some who would never again be able to do this, that he very nearly lost it himself. With a soft, tremulous sigh, James T Kirk raised his arms and hugged her back, burying his face in her hair and losing himself in the scent of her, another part of his childhood that he hadn't forgotten.
Even starship captains hug their moms, sometimes.
***
Prompt: Spock, McCoy - Pride and Prejudice
Strike a Deal
″He what?″ Leonard would swear he could feel steam erupting from his ears.
″I'm sorry, Doctor McCoy. Commander Spock stated that his injuries were minor and that we should focus our efforts on the rest of the landing party. He said he would return later for treatment.″ Christine's voice revealed slight irritation at Spock's self-diagnosis, but her steady hands never wavered in her treatment of Ensign Callum's head laceration.
″We'll see about that,″ snarled Leonard as he grabbed s tricorder and headed for the door. He'd finished assessment of the rest of the landing party contingent and handed their care over to his staff. Spock was the only holdout.
Leonard stalked into Spock's cabin after receiving permission to enter and very nearly grabbed the vulcan by his pointed ear to drag him back to the med bay – where any idiot with minimally-treated phaser burns ought to be – before he noticed what Spock held in his hands. ″Reading fluffy romances, Spock? I hadn't thought you the type.″
Spock raised an eyebrow, the effect somewhat blunted by the remnants of his injuries still decorating his exposed skin. ″My mother professed enjoyment in reading this novel and termed it a classic. She read it to me numerous times in my childhood and used it as a learning tool for the better understanding of human behaviors.″
″Classic learning tool or not it's still a fluffy romance, or so I hear.″ Despite his words, McCoy's voice held no bite.
″You have not read it, Doctor?″
″Nope. Not on the required reading lists when I was in school, Mr. Spock.″ McCoy paused, an idea blooming in his mind. ″Let's make a deal. You return to med bay so I can finish caring for your injuries and while you lie there like a good little vulcan, I'll let you educate on the wonders of Austen.″
Spock appeared to weigh the comparative benefits of objecting to Leonard's description of him and obtaining a semi-captive audience in a discussion of literature. ″Very well, Doctor. We have an agreement.″
***
Prompt: Spock, McCoy - Definitely Dead
Redefined
Leonard isn't entirely sure what came over him. All he remembers is rushing into the large interrogation room beside the holding cells in the bowels of the alien ship, seeing a blood-splattered Spock strapped to a metal gurney, and then losing his goddamn mind.
The next thing he knew, he was standing over the lifeless husks of the aliens and holding a phaser with a severely depleted power reading and hearing Spock inform him, ″Although I do not possess a medical license as you do, Doctor, I can assure you that my captors are definitely dead.″
By the looks of things, even the hard exoskeletons the aliens sported were no match for Starfleet phasers set to 'kill' and wielded by a CMO with lots of experience with the vulnerabilities of a variety of species and enough time and fury to shoot at them until they stopped twitching.
According to Spock, when later asked, it had taken a ″not-insignificant amount of time.″
Back on the Enterprise and safely in med bay, Spock had regarded Leonard with a new intensity to his gaze, though, to Leonard's relief, Spock appeared to hold no disgust or horror at Leonard's actions. He merely watched Leonard from his reclined position on the biobed as Leonard went about his duties and saw that the rest of the landing party was patched up and discharged as needed.
When the last crewmember had been ushered out of med bay, Spock finally spoke. ″Thank you, Doctor.″
Leonard looked at him from the end of the bed. Spock still didn't appear disgusted or disappointed by Leonard's display of rage, in fact, he looked almost curious. Leonard suspected that they would be having a discussion about what happened on the alien ship sooner rather than later. ″You're welcome, Spock.″
***
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