Bridge2sickbay ficlets from 11/14/10
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bluegeekTired, no time for proper intro.
This week's theme was: transportation.
Original Prompt: Spock Prime, Kirk, McCoy - Stargate
But since my reading comprehension was apparently crap yesterday, I misread it as: Spock Prime, Kirk, Spock - Stargate
Never Change
Though there was significant activity occurring around them in the form of preparation for a landing party entering an unknown situation and countless scientists taking readings and measurements, Ambassador Spock found his attention firmly on two figures standing to the side of the scientific artifact that had been erected in a rocky field of the abandoned planet. His exceptional hearing, not yet dulled by age, was able to hear their conversation clearly, despite the ambient noise.
Jim was eyed the glowing ring suspiciously for a long moment before turning to his first officer and clapping him on the back. ″You really think this is a good idea?″
Spock merely raised a brow. ″Whether or not it is, has this concern ever stopped you before?″
Jim cocked his head to the side in a mimicry of Spock's own thinking stance. ″Nope, never. I'm just that awesome.″
Spock clasped his hands behind his ramrod-straight back. ″Fascinating.″
″The stargate thing?″ Jim smirked. ″Yeah, I think we've established that, what with all the 'oohs' and 'ahs' and fighting over who gets to be in the landing party. And if your old self thinks it's worth investigating then we must be in for an adventure.″
Spock fixed him with a stare that, from anyone else, would be considered chastening. ″Although this new form of travel is, indeed, a curious and interesting scientific discovery,″ Spock replied, his tone drier than a Vulcan desert, ″I was referring to you.″ At Jim's delighted grin, Spock hastened to continue. ″Your capacity for self-delusion is apparently limitless.″
″Calling it a delusion implies that it isn't true, and we both know that it is. Look it up in the dictionary. Right near awesome you'll find a cross-reference to me.″
Spock did not roll his eyes, but it was, quite likely, only due to a great effort. ″I was not implying, Captain.″
Jim's only answer was a wide smile and another slap on the back.
Ambassador Spock allowed a small quirk of his lips at the byplay unfolding before him. Despite differences in time and reality, some things, indeed, never change.
***
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Airplane
Joining the Club
″No.″
″Awww, Bones, c'mon.″
″No!″
″No one can see us. Look, I'll pull the blanket up higher and-″
″Jim! Keep your damn voice down. And I said no!″
″Buzzkill.″
″Poor baby.″
″No one's even looking at us, you know. We could totally get away with it.″
″Not with your big mouth. We're in the back of a plane full of people and I don't think you've ever been able to get through an entire session without causing a ruckus except for that one time when your vocal cords were paralyzed from that poisoned dart.″
″Oh yeah, I remember that. That was sorta fun, actually, considering the poison also took care of that pesky little thing called the 'gag reflex.' I remember you enjoyed it too, Bones.″
″Shut up, Jim.″
″What's the problem, Bones? And stop glaring.″
″We're flying through the air in an ancient vehicle that, by rights, shouldn't even be legal to use anymore. There are photographers up front just waiting for a good shot of someone throwing up or worse. That flight attendant keeps looking at us suspiciously ever since you asked for the damn blanket, and through all this you are getting turned on?″
″To be fair, when am I not turned on?″
″Point. And speaking of, what's the point?″
″It's the challenge of it all.″
″The challenge? You infant.″
″My thoughts right now are definitely far from infantile, Bones. Besides, I've got a bet going with Scotty that I want to win.″
″A bet? With Scotty? Are you out of your mind?″
″Nope. I've got a bingo card on my PADD and everything. Look, see? We've almost got a double bingo thanks to that little rendezvous on the observation deck last week during change of shift. Why are you covering your face?″
″Because I'm embarrassed as all hell, Jim. You told Scotty about us?″
″Everyone knows already, Bones. Besides, I know about him and Gaila. And Sulu. And Chekov. So really, it was only fair...″
″I coulda lived a long time without knowing that, Jim.″
″Suck it up, Bones.″
″What's the prize?″
″You almost sound interested, Bones.″
″Shut up, Jim.″
″A bottle of whiskey and full access to Scotty's still for a month.″
″...″
″...″
″Pull the blanket up, and for the love of god, keep your damn voice down.″
″Score!″
***
Prompt: Pike, Number One - Chocobo
Damned Birds
″Oh, you've got to be kidding me.″
″Sadly not, sir.″ One didn't crack a smile, but Chris had the feeling that she rather wanted to, given his strong reaction to the proposed method of transport.
He took stock of the large, ungainly-looking yellow birds waiting in a small group in front of the landing party. ″They really expect us to ride around on these things?″
″It would seem so, sir.″ One cocked her head to the side slightly, taking in the creatures for a moment before turning back to him. ″At least none of the natives are carrying improbably large swords around over their shoulders or throwing dolls at us.″
″True. Guess that makes it a good day, overall.″ Chris gestured towards the first of the waiting creatures. ″After you, Commander.″
***
Prompt: Sarek, Amanda, Spock - Vulcan version of a sports car
Practical
As they sped around the sharp curves of the road leading away from their home, Amanda surveyed the posh interior of their new ″family″ transport. It was fast, sleek, and shiny, and everything both on and in it was the top of line, or so she assumed, given the bill that her husband had so casually paid just that morning.
She leaned back in her – admittedly comfortable – seat and gazed out to the horizon for several minutes, simply enjoying the ride as Sarek put the transport through its paces. Though her husband continually pretended to be politely confused at her insistence on calling their trek a ″lazy-Sunday drive″ given that it was neither Sunday by earth's calendar nor lazy given the speeds at which he preferred to travel, it had taken little encouragement to convince him to leave his work behind and take the transport out for a spin.
Amanda turned to check on Spock, dozing quietly in his carrier in the back seat, assuring herself of his comfort in his new surroundings. The very small backseat, Amanda couldn't help but note, that she knew their son would rapidly outgrow within the next few years.
Turning to her husband, Amanda could not resist gently needling him about his choice of vehicle. ″This is an interesting selection of transport, my husband.″
Sarek raised his eyebrow. ″In what way do you find it interesting, my wife?″
″It seems a little... flashier than is strictly necessary for a vehicle that will primarily be used for our own personal, family use, given that the Science Academy and the Federation provide transportation for your work travels.″
Sarek raised the other brow, glancing at her briefly before returning his attention fully to the road ahead.
″Vulcans excel at the merging of the aesthetic with the practical. This transportation choice was both logical and pleasing.″
Amanda smiled. ″It is a good thing that we are on Vulcan and that I've already seen you naked, Sarek.″
Amanda saw Sarek's eyes dart to the rear view mirror to assure himself that their son remained asleep. ″And why is that, my wife?″
″Because on earth, a car like this is an indication that a man is compensating for something.″ Amanda grinned playfully at him and patted his thigh. ″Fortunately, I am in a good position to know otherwise″
″Indeed.″ Sarek took one of his hands off the transport's controls and rested it atop hers on his thigh. ″Earth customs are exceedingly illogical.″
***
This week's theme was: transportation.
Original Prompt: Spock Prime, Kirk, McCoy - Stargate
But since my reading comprehension was apparently crap yesterday, I misread it as: Spock Prime, Kirk, Spock - Stargate
Never Change
Though there was significant activity occurring around them in the form of preparation for a landing party entering an unknown situation and countless scientists taking readings and measurements, Ambassador Spock found his attention firmly on two figures standing to the side of the scientific artifact that had been erected in a rocky field of the abandoned planet. His exceptional hearing, not yet dulled by age, was able to hear their conversation clearly, despite the ambient noise.
Jim was eyed the glowing ring suspiciously for a long moment before turning to his first officer and clapping him on the back. ″You really think this is a good idea?″
Spock merely raised a brow. ″Whether or not it is, has this concern ever stopped you before?″
Jim cocked his head to the side in a mimicry of Spock's own thinking stance. ″Nope, never. I'm just that awesome.″
Spock clasped his hands behind his ramrod-straight back. ″Fascinating.″
″The stargate thing?″ Jim smirked. ″Yeah, I think we've established that, what with all the 'oohs' and 'ahs' and fighting over who gets to be in the landing party. And if your old self thinks it's worth investigating then we must be in for an adventure.″
Spock fixed him with a stare that, from anyone else, would be considered chastening. ″Although this new form of travel is, indeed, a curious and interesting scientific discovery,″ Spock replied, his tone drier than a Vulcan desert, ″I was referring to you.″ At Jim's delighted grin, Spock hastened to continue. ″Your capacity for self-delusion is apparently limitless.″
″Calling it a delusion implies that it isn't true, and we both know that it is. Look it up in the dictionary. Right near awesome you'll find a cross-reference to me.″
Spock did not roll his eyes, but it was, quite likely, only due to a great effort. ″I was not implying, Captain.″
Jim's only answer was a wide smile and another slap on the back.
Ambassador Spock allowed a small quirk of his lips at the byplay unfolding before him. Despite differences in time and reality, some things, indeed, never change.
***
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Airplane
Joining the Club
″No.″
″Awww, Bones, c'mon.″
″No!″
″No one can see us. Look, I'll pull the blanket up higher and-″
″Jim! Keep your damn voice down. And I said no!″
″Buzzkill.″
″Poor baby.″
″No one's even looking at us, you know. We could totally get away with it.″
″Not with your big mouth. We're in the back of a plane full of people and I don't think you've ever been able to get through an entire session without causing a ruckus except for that one time when your vocal cords were paralyzed from that poisoned dart.″
″Oh yeah, I remember that. That was sorta fun, actually, considering the poison also took care of that pesky little thing called the 'gag reflex.' I remember you enjoyed it too, Bones.″
″Shut up, Jim.″
″What's the problem, Bones? And stop glaring.″
″We're flying through the air in an ancient vehicle that, by rights, shouldn't even be legal to use anymore. There are photographers up front just waiting for a good shot of someone throwing up or worse. That flight attendant keeps looking at us suspiciously ever since you asked for the damn blanket, and through all this you are getting turned on?″
″To be fair, when am I not turned on?″
″Point. And speaking of, what's the point?″
″It's the challenge of it all.″
″The challenge? You infant.″
″My thoughts right now are definitely far from infantile, Bones. Besides, I've got a bet going with Scotty that I want to win.″
″A bet? With Scotty? Are you out of your mind?″
″Nope. I've got a bingo card on my PADD and everything. Look, see? We've almost got a double bingo thanks to that little rendezvous on the observation deck last week during change of shift. Why are you covering your face?″
″Because I'm embarrassed as all hell, Jim. You told Scotty about us?″
″Everyone knows already, Bones. Besides, I know about him and Gaila. And Sulu. And Chekov. So really, it was only fair...″
″I coulda lived a long time without knowing that, Jim.″
″Suck it up, Bones.″
″What's the prize?″
″You almost sound interested, Bones.″
″Shut up, Jim.″
″A bottle of whiskey and full access to Scotty's still for a month.″
″...″
″...″
″Pull the blanket up, and for the love of god, keep your damn voice down.″
″Score!″
***
Prompt: Pike, Number One - Chocobo
Damned Birds
″Oh, you've got to be kidding me.″
″Sadly not, sir.″ One didn't crack a smile, but Chris had the feeling that she rather wanted to, given his strong reaction to the proposed method of transport.
He took stock of the large, ungainly-looking yellow birds waiting in a small group in front of the landing party. ″They really expect us to ride around on these things?″
″It would seem so, sir.″ One cocked her head to the side slightly, taking in the creatures for a moment before turning back to him. ″At least none of the natives are carrying improbably large swords around over their shoulders or throwing dolls at us.″
″True. Guess that makes it a good day, overall.″ Chris gestured towards the first of the waiting creatures. ″After you, Commander.″
***
Prompt: Sarek, Amanda, Spock - Vulcan version of a sports car
Practical
As they sped around the sharp curves of the road leading away from their home, Amanda surveyed the posh interior of their new ″family″ transport. It was fast, sleek, and shiny, and everything both on and in it was the top of line, or so she assumed, given the bill that her husband had so casually paid just that morning.
She leaned back in her – admittedly comfortable – seat and gazed out to the horizon for several minutes, simply enjoying the ride as Sarek put the transport through its paces. Though her husband continually pretended to be politely confused at her insistence on calling their trek a ″lazy-Sunday drive″ given that it was neither Sunday by earth's calendar nor lazy given the speeds at which he preferred to travel, it had taken little encouragement to convince him to leave his work behind and take the transport out for a spin.
Amanda turned to check on Spock, dozing quietly in his carrier in the back seat, assuring herself of his comfort in his new surroundings. The very small backseat, Amanda couldn't help but note, that she knew their son would rapidly outgrow within the next few years.
Turning to her husband, Amanda could not resist gently needling him about his choice of vehicle. ″This is an interesting selection of transport, my husband.″
Sarek raised his eyebrow. ″In what way do you find it interesting, my wife?″
″It seems a little... flashier than is strictly necessary for a vehicle that will primarily be used for our own personal, family use, given that the Science Academy and the Federation provide transportation for your work travels.″
Sarek raised the other brow, glancing at her briefly before returning his attention fully to the road ahead.
″Vulcans excel at the merging of the aesthetic with the practical. This transportation choice was both logical and pleasing.″
Amanda smiled. ″It is a good thing that we are on Vulcan and that I've already seen you naked, Sarek.″
Amanda saw Sarek's eyes dart to the rear view mirror to assure himself that their son remained asleep. ″And why is that, my wife?″
″Because on earth, a car like this is an indication that a man is compensating for something.″ Amanda grinned playfully at him and patted his thigh. ″Fortunately, I am in a good position to know otherwise″
″Indeed.″ Sarek took one of his hands off the transport's controls and rested it atop hers on his thigh. ″Earth customs are exceedingly illogical.″
***
