Red; Bridge2sickbay ficlets from 11/21/10

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I finally saw Red yesterday. It was entertaining and completely over the top (somehow more so than even the previews had led me to believe). I will likely buy it on DVD when it is released.

Karl Urban was hot and had the tough job of taking himself and his character seriously while the movie around him was madcap. Helen Mirren is absolutely phenomenal and I love her (love love love!), and Bruce Willis and Mary Louise Parker won me over. Morgan Freeman, John Malkovich, and Brian Cox were hilarious and quirky. I liked the "caper" aspect to the movie, although it did take me a while to settle in and just accept the movie for what it was: funny, quirky, ridiculous fun.

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In other news: bridge2sickbay!

This week's theme: photo prompts
I love the photo weeks :)

Prompt: Prompt: Scotty, McCoy – A photo of coffee beans

The Deal

″Can you fix it?″ The Doctor actually sounded worried.

Scotty took in the hunk of metal and plastic that had been McCoy's prized coffee maker - quite a pricey one if the label was an indication and very well-loved judging by the McCoy's face – and shook his head sadly. ″I'm afraid not, Doctor. Looks like it took quite a hit in that last jolt, there'll be no resurrectin' it.″

McCoy looked positively crestfallen and Scotty couldn't stop the surge of sympathy that ran though him. I'll tell you what, though. If you'll be willing to share some o' those choice beans I know you've got stashed away in your cabin, I'd be willing to fix you up with a new coffeemaker of my own design.″

McCoy looked slightly alarmed at the prospect, which chafed a bit considering all those transporter malfunctions were not his fault, but then Scotty saw him glance over to the storage bay that currently housed his slight-outside-of-regulation still.

″You've got yourself a deal.″

Scotty smiled and held out his hand. ″Excellent doing business with you, Doctor McCoy.″


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Prompt: Spock, McCoy – A photo McCoy in "The Chair"

Invitation

″I believe that Captain will want his chair back, Doctor McCoy.″

Leonard spun the chair around to face the disapproving – for a Vulcan – first officer. He considered just ignoring him, but couldn't resist an opportunity to poke at the man. ″Don't worry, Spock. Jim's pretty good at sharing.″

Spock merely raised an eyebrow and continued treating Leonard to his subtle glower.

Leonard couldn't resist taking it one step further. He pulled one leg up to rest on the chair's seat and wrapped an arm around his knee, knowing how well the position would outline his... assets. Seeing Spock's eyes flicker downwards quickly, Leonard grinned, and when Spock again met his eyes, glower gone, he winked.

Spock pressed his lips together, tugged at the hem of his already straight tunic, and spun around to walk back to the science station.

Leonard hoped he'd picked up on the message, but considering Spock's sometimes willful misunderstanding of human interactions and habits, it was by no means a given. If necessary he could always send Jim over with an engraved invitation.

Jim could be very... persuasive.

Leonard smiled and continued to spin the chair from side to side.


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Prompt:Kirk, McCoy – A series of three drawings featuring clasping hands

Hands

″Fuck!″ Leonard's cry was loud in the quiet room, and followed closely by Jim's infuriating chuckle.

Jim settled his weight more firmly against Leonard's hips and Leonard writhed as the pressure against his cock increased tenfold. Jim caught each of Leonard's flailing hands with his own and pressed them firmly against the sheets above Leonard's head. Jim's shifting weight played havoc with Leonard's senses, and he couldn't resist the groan that escaped his throat.

In his frustration and need for more stimulation, Leonard unsuccessfully tried to break Jim's grip. Jim just grinned down at him and leaned in for a deep kiss. Caught in the kiss, Leonard stopped struggling for freedom and simply lay in the bed, drinking Jim in.

Jim shifted his grip and slowly slid his fingers across Leonard's palms, sliding them up Leonard's fingers until their hands were matched up, palm to palm. Then he slid his fingers between Leonard's, interlocking them and squeezing lightly.

With that single move, the entire atmosphere of the room changed. What had started out with fire, cursing, and desperation turned into simmering heat, cherishing endearments, and suckling kisses.

″God, Jim.″

″Mmm. Love you, Bones.″


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Prompt: Robau, George Kirk – A photo of a stormy night sky with lightning

Proposition

Lines of lightning cut across the sky, one after another. George waited, knowing that Robau wouldn't speak until he was good and ready, and only when the time was right.

Several more minutes passed as they sipped their drinks on the porch – Winona's rule: if she couldn't drink, they damn well wouldn't do so in front of her – and watched the growing storm.

″We could be up there, you know.″

George dropped his head back against the back of the old wooden rocking chair and met Robau's eyes. ″Up there in the storm, being hit by lightning? Not sure that's the best argument to start with, Captain.″

Robau grinned slightly, but didn't respond, his cool gaze steady.

George sighed and took another pull on his beer. ″This isn't exactly the best time.″

″I know you've requested extended dirt-side assignment, but I can use you up there. The Kelvin would benefit from having you as XO, as would I, and you could use another ship-based assignment on your record to support getting back in the sky after spending a couple years on the ground.″ He paused to let his statement, more openly stated than George had expected, actually, sink in. ″We'll be out for six months, doing what we do best. You'll be back before the child is born.″

George snorted. ″You realize Winona'll murder me, right? I missed Sammy's birth by three minutes. She'll eviscerate me if I miss the next one, too.″

″There's a position for her, too, if she wants it. Won't miss anything, then.″

George frowned. ″Except for six months of our three year-old son's life. Also, you wanna put my pregnant wife on a ship for a potentially dangerous exploratory mission?″

″You Kirks are stubborn, I think you can take it.″

George rolled his eyes. ″That's the truth, even if she is a Kirk by marriage.″

″Will you consider it?″

″Yes,″ came a voice from the doorway as they were both bathed in warm light from within the house. ″We will.″


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Prompt: Pike, McCoy – Scenic photo of a stone keep by the ocean

Therapy

″That is some view.″ Leonard took a deep breath of sea-scented air as he gazed out over the vast expanse of green hills and mountains and blue ocean.

″Yeah,″ replied Chris, agreeably.

Leonard turned his head to look at the other man and found the blue eyes on himself rather than the view. He couldn't resist a snort, though he suspected that the faint blush that he could feel burning in his cheeks was clearly visible. Damnit, he's not a teenager, for crying out loud.

Chris smiled at him for another moment before speaking. ″So, you finally willing to admit this was a good idea?″

Leonard scowled at him. ″Not sure all the damn stairs were necessary. Or advisable, given the fact that you're still recovering.″

Chris turned to look out over the ocean, but even in profile, Leonard could tell that Chris was amused at him. ″All the more reason to get some exercise. Consider it therapy.″

″I'll give you therapy,″ Leonard grumbled.

Chris chuckled. ″I certainly hope so. I'm counting on it, in fact.″ He reached a hand out to Leonard.

Leonard hadn't meant it that way, and the grin on Chris' face made it very clear what way he'd interpreted it, but he didn't plan on complaining. Reaching out, he clasped Chris' hand and gave him a firm squeeze. ″Bet on it.″



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I have a short shift at work this afternoon (What was I thinking?!?! Oh, right, I was thinking that I want to not be broke) and am waiting to make sure I won't be canceled. I've sorted my piled up mail, organized my bills-to-be-paid, washed and folded some of my pile of laundry, and broke down cardboard boxes and took them out for recycling. In short, I feel like I've actually accomplished something. I also have begun a recipe for pomegranate truffles that sounds divine. The filling is now hardening in the fridge. We shall see how it turns out tonight when I get back and finish it.

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My goal is to have a draft of my space_wrapped fic finished by Friday. Is anyone available and interested in taking a look at it or even doing a full beta? Star Trek, Kirk/McCoy, humor, unknown length (not long though).

Comments

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Nice! I especially like Robeau's proposition, and then of course Pike/McCoy :)