Bridge2sickbay ficlets from 10/24/10
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bluegeekThis week's theme was squicks. Prompts were both squicks that the prompter has as well as things the prompter likes that other people often find squicky.
Being unable to leave well enough alone I simply had to turn two of the prompts on their ears. I love Uhura and tend not to find the "Uhura is a total bitch for no apparent reason" fics as well as the "McCoy is a wuss who must always be saved and never do the saving" trope to not be my cup of tea, so I toyed with those "squicks" a bit. I know, I know, perhaps not what the prompter intended (or maybe it was?) but since this comm is a free-for-all comm rather than a gift or wish fulfillment comm, I figure it's okay to risk not interpreting the prompts as intended. My cup of tea is not your cup of tea and vice versa.
My contributions were as follows:
Prompt: Uhura, Author's Choice - Bitch!Uhura
Authority
″Excuse me, Ensign Jorn.″ Nyota was slightly gratified to see the young woman jump in surprise at the appearance of her department head at her station. The woman was also flushing guiltily.
″Did you have anything you wanted to say to me, Ensign?″
Jorn blushed brighter and pressed her lips together firmly for a moment before responding. ″No Lieutenant.″
″Are you sure? Because it has come to my attention that you are unhappy with your current assignment.″
″No, Lieutenant.″
″Really? Because I would hate to think that, in the current dangerous political climate, you weren't taking your job seriously. Especially given the importance of checking and rechecking every message for hidden meanings or mistranslations, regardless of how seemingly unimportant the message is.″
Jorn had gone pale during Nyota's speech. ″I- Umm- ″ Her shoulders slumped. ″Yes, ma'am.″
Nyota raised an eyebrow. ″So that unapproved comm chatter that I heard on the main channel was just...″
″An error, Lieutenant. It won't happen again.″
″See that it doesn't. I would also encourage you to mute your comm when you would like to denigrate a superior officer.″ Nyota examined her suitably chastened subordinate. ″And in the future? It's Lieutenant Bitch. Is that understood, Ensign Jorn?″
″Yes, Lieutenant.″ Jorn once again blushed furiously and didn't meet Nyota's eyes.
″Excellent. Now I believe that there are several thousand messages in the archives waiting to be sorted and evaluated. Back to work.″
The ensign hurried off, PADD clutched to her chest. Nyota turned to get back to work herself, turning the corner and nearly running into Jim Kirk.
″Problem, Captain?″
″Not that I can see, Lieutenant.″ Kirk's smile was brilliant. ″You seem to have everything under control here. Keep up the good work.″
***
Prompt: Kirk, Spock, McCoy - Weak!McCoy
A Man of Many Talents
It all happened so fast that Jim's mind could barely grasp the events that had just taken place.
He and Spock had been chained to the wall of the prison, bleeding from multiple wounds. Red and green blood mingled on the floor of the cell, the amounts growing ever more concerning with the passing hours and torture sessions.
And then a commotion outside managed to stir them from their fog of pain and drew their attention to the thick metal door.
It swung aside to reveal Leonard McCoy, a phaser in one hand and a long thick knife, clearly liberated from their captors, in the other. Blood dripped from the knife, greasy and purple. McCoy himself bore a jagged cut across his cheek and into his hairline and a scrape across his chin. Neither wound slowed him down, however, as he took in the sight of his injured lovers, swung around the door and fired off two more shots down the corridor, and then ran into the room, the door clanging shut behind him.
″C'mon, boys, let's go home.″
And now they were sprawled on the transporter deck awaiting transport to Sickbay. Both Jim and Spock were staring at their friend and lover in near-awe.
″Let's get you to Sickbay so I can patch you both up.″ Leonard's voice was deceptively calm as he quickly assessed Jim's wounds and then turned to do the same to Spock.
″Awww, Bones, do we have to? Seems like a waste of time better spent on other pursuits.″ Even broken and bleeding, Jim Kirk could appreciate the call of his libido.
Leonard grinned, the kind that sent a thrill straight through the gut. Even Spock's, if his dilated eyes were any indication. ″I'll put you both back together now, but don't worry, I'll take you apart again later.″
Jim glanced over at Spock, who met his gaze. The message passed between them was clear: though the wait would be difficult, it would also be worth it.
***
Prompt: Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Uhura – Affairs
Imagination
They didn't speak until they'd arrived in Leonard's quarters and the door had slid shut behind them. ″Did you notice that ensign we passed giving us a strange look, Leonard?″ Nyota unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Once freed, Leonard reached for the hem of her uniform dress, pulling it over her head even as she struggled to unclasp his pants.
Leonard laughed as he stepped out of the pooled clothing at his feet. ″Half the crew thinks we're having an affair behind Jim and Spock's backs.″ Leonard ran his hands up Nyota's bare back, pulling her against his warmth and burying his head in her neck, breathing in her scent.
Nyota returned the embrace, laughing softly, before grabbing his hand and pulling him past the room's partition to the sleeping area where Jim and Spock had apparently started without them. She smiled brightly at Leonard, her hand slipping from his grasp and moving to give his ass a delightful squeeze. ″Then they have very limited imaginations.″
***
Prompt: Sarek, Amanda - Pon farr
Fully Informed
Amanda did her best to suppress her grin. She suspected that she was failing miserably, but Sarek, usually so perceptive to her moods and expressions, for once was too distracted to notice and question her mirth.
He wasn't blushing. He hadn't lost control over his body's reactions quite so fully yet, but his expression was even more stone-faced than when she'd first met him at that god-awful linguist's conference hosted by Perrette-the-Idiot.
″And despite the high level of secrecy held by your people concerning this topic you felt it important to inform me of the... rigors of pon farr because...″
Sarek clasped his hands behind his back and somehow managed to straighten his spine further.
″I feel that you must be in possession of all pertinent information prior to entering into a discussion of particular importance to me. I would not have you make a decision without full knowledge of the impact of your decision.″
Though she suspected she knew precisely what sort of conversation he had in mind, she couldn't resist asking, ″And that discussion would be?″
Sarek took a breath – and when exactly had she begun to be able to interpret even his subtle emotional signals? - before replying. ″I wish to ask you to join with me.″
Though she loved him and already knew what her answer would be, Amanda couldn't resist the opportunity to toy with him. Just a little. She raised her eyebrows at him, keeping her face as blank as possible.
Sarek's response did not disappoint. Apparently realizing too late how his statement could be interpreted, his eyes widened noticeably before he closed them for a long moment, either chastising himself internally for collecting himself to try again. ″In marriage. I meant to join with me in marriage.″
″Is that so?″
″Yes. I feel that we are uniquely suited to each other and would create a successful partnership.″ He paused for a single moment before continuing, ″And I love you.″
″So I have the opportunity to marry a handsome, intelligent, successful man who loves me and will be swept away by passion every seven years and ravish me accordingly?″
Sarek actually seemed nonplussed for a moment. ″It is rather more demanding than-″
″Yes, Sarek. I will marry you.″ Amanda noted that he seemed at a loss for what to do next. ″Now you are supposed to kiss me.″
He did. Thoroughly.
***
I don't know why I write cutesy Sarek/Amanda. They weren't cutesy in the movie, so I have no idea where it's coming from. I like it though ;)
Being unable to leave well enough alone I simply had to turn two of the prompts on their ears. I love Uhura and tend not to find the "Uhura is a total bitch for no apparent reason" fics as well as the "McCoy is a wuss who must always be saved and never do the saving" trope to not be my cup of tea, so I toyed with those "squicks" a bit. I know, I know, perhaps not what the prompter intended (or maybe it was?) but since this comm is a free-for-all comm rather than a gift or wish fulfillment comm, I figure it's okay to risk not interpreting the prompts as intended. My cup of tea is not your cup of tea and vice versa.
My contributions were as follows:
Prompt: Uhura, Author's Choice - Bitch!Uhura
Authority
″Excuse me, Ensign Jorn.″ Nyota was slightly gratified to see the young woman jump in surprise at the appearance of her department head at her station. The woman was also flushing guiltily.
″Did you have anything you wanted to say to me, Ensign?″
Jorn blushed brighter and pressed her lips together firmly for a moment before responding. ″No Lieutenant.″
″Are you sure? Because it has come to my attention that you are unhappy with your current assignment.″
″No, Lieutenant.″
″Really? Because I would hate to think that, in the current dangerous political climate, you weren't taking your job seriously. Especially given the importance of checking and rechecking every message for hidden meanings or mistranslations, regardless of how seemingly unimportant the message is.″
Jorn had gone pale during Nyota's speech. ″I- Umm- ″ Her shoulders slumped. ″Yes, ma'am.″
Nyota raised an eyebrow. ″So that unapproved comm chatter that I heard on the main channel was just...″
″An error, Lieutenant. It won't happen again.″
″See that it doesn't. I would also encourage you to mute your comm when you would like to denigrate a superior officer.″ Nyota examined her suitably chastened subordinate. ″And in the future? It's Lieutenant Bitch. Is that understood, Ensign Jorn?″
″Yes, Lieutenant.″ Jorn once again blushed furiously and didn't meet Nyota's eyes.
″Excellent. Now I believe that there are several thousand messages in the archives waiting to be sorted and evaluated. Back to work.″
The ensign hurried off, PADD clutched to her chest. Nyota turned to get back to work herself, turning the corner and nearly running into Jim Kirk.
″Problem, Captain?″
″Not that I can see, Lieutenant.″ Kirk's smile was brilliant. ″You seem to have everything under control here. Keep up the good work.″
***
Prompt: Kirk, Spock, McCoy - Weak!McCoy
A Man of Many Talents
It all happened so fast that Jim's mind could barely grasp the events that had just taken place.
He and Spock had been chained to the wall of the prison, bleeding from multiple wounds. Red and green blood mingled on the floor of the cell, the amounts growing ever more concerning with the passing hours and torture sessions.
And then a commotion outside managed to stir them from their fog of pain and drew their attention to the thick metal door.
It swung aside to reveal Leonard McCoy, a phaser in one hand and a long thick knife, clearly liberated from their captors, in the other. Blood dripped from the knife, greasy and purple. McCoy himself bore a jagged cut across his cheek and into his hairline and a scrape across his chin. Neither wound slowed him down, however, as he took in the sight of his injured lovers, swung around the door and fired off two more shots down the corridor, and then ran into the room, the door clanging shut behind him.
″C'mon, boys, let's go home.″
And now they were sprawled on the transporter deck awaiting transport to Sickbay. Both Jim and Spock were staring at their friend and lover in near-awe.
″Let's get you to Sickbay so I can patch you both up.″ Leonard's voice was deceptively calm as he quickly assessed Jim's wounds and then turned to do the same to Spock.
″Awww, Bones, do we have to? Seems like a waste of time better spent on other pursuits.″ Even broken and bleeding, Jim Kirk could appreciate the call of his libido.
Leonard grinned, the kind that sent a thrill straight through the gut. Even Spock's, if his dilated eyes were any indication. ″I'll put you both back together now, but don't worry, I'll take you apart again later.″
Jim glanced over at Spock, who met his gaze. The message passed between them was clear: though the wait would be difficult, it would also be worth it.
***
Prompt: Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Uhura – Affairs
Imagination
They didn't speak until they'd arrived in Leonard's quarters and the door had slid shut behind them. ″Did you notice that ensign we passed giving us a strange look, Leonard?″ Nyota unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Once freed, Leonard reached for the hem of her uniform dress, pulling it over her head even as she struggled to unclasp his pants.
Leonard laughed as he stepped out of the pooled clothing at his feet. ″Half the crew thinks we're having an affair behind Jim and Spock's backs.″ Leonard ran his hands up Nyota's bare back, pulling her against his warmth and burying his head in her neck, breathing in her scent.
Nyota returned the embrace, laughing softly, before grabbing his hand and pulling him past the room's partition to the sleeping area where Jim and Spock had apparently started without them. She smiled brightly at Leonard, her hand slipping from his grasp and moving to give his ass a delightful squeeze. ″Then they have very limited imaginations.″
***
Prompt: Sarek, Amanda - Pon farr
Fully Informed
Amanda did her best to suppress her grin. She suspected that she was failing miserably, but Sarek, usually so perceptive to her moods and expressions, for once was too distracted to notice and question her mirth.
He wasn't blushing. He hadn't lost control over his body's reactions quite so fully yet, but his expression was even more stone-faced than when she'd first met him at that god-awful linguist's conference hosted by Perrette-the-Idiot.
″And despite the high level of secrecy held by your people concerning this topic you felt it important to inform me of the... rigors of pon farr because...″
Sarek clasped his hands behind his back and somehow managed to straighten his spine further.
″I feel that you must be in possession of all pertinent information prior to entering into a discussion of particular importance to me. I would not have you make a decision without full knowledge of the impact of your decision.″
Though she suspected she knew precisely what sort of conversation he had in mind, she couldn't resist asking, ″And that discussion would be?″
Sarek took a breath – and when exactly had she begun to be able to interpret even his subtle emotional signals? - before replying. ″I wish to ask you to join with me.″
Though she loved him and already knew what her answer would be, Amanda couldn't resist the opportunity to toy with him. Just a little. She raised her eyebrows at him, keeping her face as blank as possible.
Sarek's response did not disappoint. Apparently realizing too late how his statement could be interpreted, his eyes widened noticeably before he closed them for a long moment, either chastising himself internally for collecting himself to try again. ″In marriage. I meant to join with me in marriage.″
″Is that so?″
″Yes. I feel that we are uniquely suited to each other and would create a successful partnership.″ He paused for a single moment before continuing, ″And I love you.″
″So I have the opportunity to marry a handsome, intelligent, successful man who loves me and will be swept away by passion every seven years and ravish me accordingly?″
Sarek actually seemed nonplussed for a moment. ″It is rather more demanding than-″
″Yes, Sarek. I will marry you.″ Amanda noted that he seemed at a loss for what to do next. ″Now you are supposed to kiss me.″
He did. Thoroughly.
***
I don't know why I write cutesy Sarek/Amanda. They weren't cutesy in the movie, so I have no idea where it's coming from. I like it though ;)
