#⤷ file / gabriel lorca.

[dreamy-demons]

Beg to Serve

Pairing: Mirror!Lorca x Reader (could be read as an alternate universe Burnham also?)

Content: Oral (m receiving), boot worship, exhibitionism, name calling, praise, major power imbalance, thus kinda dubcon, hint of stockholm syndrome?

Word count: ~500 words

Lorca gazes down at the woman lounging at the foot of his throne, head on his lap. His queen. His greatest acquisition. He had travelled across universes to find her and it had been worth everything. Lorca loved the version of her from his own universe, but she had been too difficult. No matter how he tried to tame her she would resist him. But this one? This one was perfect. She was so malleable and had become just as infatuated with him as he was with her.

She nuzzles at his thigh, begging to please him. His knees fall open and she positions herself between them. Her eyes never leave his as she strokes her hands up his leather-clad thighs lovingly. The guards lining the walls know to avert their eyes. They wouldn't dare stare, and the thought of their fear only made him grow harder.

She works deftly to free his cock and Lorca brings a hand to her hair in anticipation.

“Go ahead darling, you know how I like it.”

His queen lays a kiss on his head, before wrapping her lips around it. The velvety warmth of her mouth has him drawing in a sharp breath. Her tongue explores him at a leisurely pace and he grips the arm of his throne to stop himself from shoving her head down and taking her throat hard.

“That's a good girl.” He hisses. His grip is white-knuckled now, and he slides her off his cock with a slick pop.

“Look at you, you're perfect.” He traces her cheek with his thumb. “I can't hold myself back, I need to fuck your throat. Squeeze my arm if it gets too much, okay?” She nods and licks her lips as Lorca brings her back onto his cock. His pace is brutal as he grunts above her. A smirk graces his lips when he sees his queen still trying to reach down between her legs despite how hard he fucks her throat.

“Ah ah, no touching yet.” She whines but her hand falls away nonetheless. “When you're finished I want to see you make yourself cum on my boot like the desperate whore that you are.”

Neither of them can stop the eager moans that escape their lips, picturing his matte black boots turned shiny by her slick. The way she would rut against him, clutching his thigh as he reminds her that this is what she was made for. Perhaps he would even let the guards watch her this time. Let the whole empire watch, lest they forget who she belongs to.

As the feeling of impending release hits him, he jerks her head down hard and groans as he pulses deep into her throat. Panting, he collapses back against his throne, watching as she hungrily swallows all of his seed.

When he comes down from his high he looks down to find her already grinding against that boot.

Good girl.

[pathlit]

rory’s a bully and so I’m watching ncis…

but the way that someone asking gibbs “you ever heard of interagency cooperation?” after he literally shoves a door in the fbi’s face, and gibbs responding with “yes” because he got the secret service onboard with him is…

the biggest pre-buran lorca vibes I have ever come across

[aristofranes]

>>File retrieved from the personal archives of Captain Christopher Pike

>>File type - image: Gabriel Lorca's promotion to captain of the Buran, 2251.

>>File classified: 2257

For Celebrate Disco 2023 (@startrekdiscoverycelebration) - have a little Pike and Lorca before everything went horribly wrong

[lorcaswhisky]

Tag Game: First 10 Lines Challenge

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

(Thanks for tagging me, @curator-on-ao3 !)

From newest publication to oldest:

1. Long Shot

(Discovery, 123,907 words)

He ran the data a second time, even though he already knew there was no mistake. He had made quite certain of that.

There it was again. Proof. Incontrovertible proof.

2. Probably

(SNW, 732 words)

"Next week?"

"I'm in the Antares Sector next week. Next month?"

3. We are here, and this is now

(SNW, 794 words)

“Are you alone? Or are there others like you?”

Brown curls bobbed as Khan nodded towards a photograph tacked to the cold grey wall, barely illuminated by the flickering light overhead. 

4. tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

(Discovery, 1,490 words)

"This is a terrible idea."

Katrina opened her eyes.

5. Tactical Briefings

(Discovery, 1,378 words)

Commander Angharad Jones halted outside the Captain's quarters and took a deep, calming breath. She had carefully rehearsed what she would say on the turbolift ride to deck five. Rule one of crisis management: don’t make an even bigger crisis by saying something stupid.

6. Nutritional Values

(Prodigy, 385 words)

Janeway folded her arms. 

“None of the items on this menu provide an appropriate balance of nutrients for - any known species.” 

7. Drawn that way

(Lower Decks, 847 words)

"Did you see how her hair moved? All - swooshy? And she had, like, in-di-vidual eyelashes." Eyes boggling, Mariner wiggled her fingers. "So gross."

8. Tap

(Discovery, 1,436 words)

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It’s been more than an hour now. Waiting in front of a screen for a call from - someone.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

9. Lost Cause

(Discovery, 55,980 words)

This one is a little different, and I couldn't work out what counted as the first line, so have the whole chunk...

Personnel File - Lorca, Gabriel

Status: Retired

Current location: [REDACTED]

Service record: [...] 2246.3 Awarded Medal of Commendation for action taken on Tarsus IV. 2246.7 Promoted to Commander, assigned to USS Hawking [...] 2251.2 Assumed command of USS Buran [...] 2256.4 [REDACTED] 2261.7 Retired

-Starfleet Personnel Logs, accessed 2270.3 by <UNKNOWN USER>

*

>>MESSAGE RECEIVED 2261.7.10.22:34<<

TO: Pike, Captain C.

FROM: Lorca, G.

SECURITY: HIGH

Chris,

I don't know if my last few messages reached you. I guess not. I'm hoping this one works.

You'll have heard the rumors by now. They're true. I'm home. Back, anyway. I can't say any more than that here. I need to speak to you, in person. I have so many questions. I'm sure you do, too.

Let me know.

Gabriel

>>MESSAGE DELETED<<

10. Settle

(Picard, 1,819 words)

"We’re safe here."

Laris snorts.

"All of the Romulans on this vineyard are ex-Tal Shiar. Of course we aren't safe."

Pattern analysis:

Hmm. My shorter fics tend to start mid-conversation. My longer fics, though ... they start however they want. I think all of them ask some kind of question, either big - what data? Why has all this information been redacted? - or small - who are they talking to? Who's waiting for what? I don't seem to go for many action starts, though, so maybe that's something I could try in a future fic. Opening lines are definitely something I'd like to strengthen in future projects.

Tagging: @lizardperson, @liz-squids, @ussjellyfish and anyone else who'd like a go!

[pathlit]

❛ I can promise you: they don't. ❜ gabriel makes no effort to restrain the disdain that threatens to drip from his words. ❛ they think discovery's an asset they can't risk. what good's an asset if you don't use her? ❜ they lurk behind federation lines, while others face the fire they are more equipped to take.

command might think they see the bigger picture, but they miss the obvious that seems so crystal clear to him. a soldier always has a keener eye to the reality of war than the generals that sit in their tents and decree orders that don't reach their intended ears until long after they've become irrelevant. he just needs to get one step ahead of them, sidestep his current orders and get them once more in the midst of the fray where command cannot restrain them until it's too late.

❛ we'll find you some klingons, soldier. I promise you that. ❜ and it won't be a moment too quick in coming.

Ash glances away--only for a moment, slightly ashamed at being caught--and takes a deep breath.

"Sorry, sir. I don't like to question Starfleet Command, and I know they can see a bigger picture than I can."

And he never would've questioned them before, but he'd had seven months to sit and think about what was now called the Battle of the Binary Stars. Seven months to go over every mistake that was made. Now that he's read the reports, he knows that the Yeager was one of the first ships destroyed, because they hadn't been ready and they hadn't been aggressive enough.

"I just hate the feeling that we're waiting for them to take the first move. Giving up any advantage we might have for the sake of feeling like we're morally superior. Against an enemy that thinks death is honorable, how do they think that's going to end up?" He forces the words out, the words that have been in the back of his mind all this time, but he leaves out the emotion. The anger. "I know you understand, sir. I just wonder if the admirals get it, that's all."

[caplorca]

Starfleet Personnel File and Ship Registry

Starfleet Personnel File

] Name - Gabriel Lorca

] Date/Place of Birth - 6 June 2201, Earth

] Species - Human 

] Rank - Captain

] Serial Number - SC 001 1963 CY

] Latest Assignment - USS Buran, USS London

] Past Assignments - USS Buran, Starfleet Outpost Tarsus 4, USS Helios

] Education - Starfleet Academy 

] Medical History - Classified 

] Service Record - See Below

] Commendations and Medals - Legion of Honour 

2243 - 2246 - Lieutenant, Security Chief USS Helios NCC 1825

2246 - Lieutenant Commander, Commanding Officer Starfleet Outpost Tarsus 4

2250 - Captain, Commanding Officer USS Buran NCC 1422

2255 - Ion Storm, mirror counterpart assumed his identity in prime timeline 

2257 - Presumed deceased by Vice Admiral Katrina Cornwell

2260 - Rescued from Mirror Timeline by Vice Admiral Lily Bede 

2260 - Court Martial for Loss of the USS Buran and events on USS Discovery, All charges dropped

Ship Registry

] Name - USS Buran

] Designation - NCC 1422

] Service Date - 27 December 2260

] Space Frame - Cardenas Class

] Mission Profile - Security, Mycology 

] Refit - None 

] Systems 

] Launch Bay - Starfleet Salford U.K.

[gaerlhoss-a]

TAG DROP  –  gabriel lorca

⤷  file  /  gabriel lorca.

⤷  gabriel  /  character study.

⤷  gabriel  /  characterization.

⤷  gabriel  /  visage.

⤷  gabriel  /  interactions.

⤷  gabriel  /  interactions.

⤷  gabriel  /  rel.  katrina cornwell.

⤷  gabriel  /  rel.  ellen landry.

[pathlit]

other wild things that happen when I get talking about gabe: I start drawing infinite gabe & una parallels and it's hilarious to me... these people are Not Alike, only they are.

[cpt-chris-pike]

Morning, Captain! What's the weirdest thing that's happened at your time in Starfleet? (...that isn't classified?)

Hm.../isn't/ classified?

Well there was....no...no, that one was redacted from file...

Hm.

There was the time Lorca and I snuck a lizard into one of the Admirals' offices, when we were studying.

We never saw that Admiral again. Gabriel swears the lizard ate her.

[pathlit]

❛ consider, mister stamets, all that will happen between this moment and tomorrow afternoon. ❜ even the wide vastness of space, a pain to traverse by any normal means of propulsion, did not slow their lives. it did not stay the forward march of war, nor keep sheltered those on the crux of battle beyond any help of reach.

any help besides discovery, that was.

❛ do you want those lives on your hands? ❜

He huffed as he pushed himself up, sitting against the wall. Weary eyes closed for a moment, breathing still heavy. One eye open, he looked up at Lorca. Overnight wasn't enough time to recover, his stamina was being pushed to the edge. He was tired, gods, was he tired. There was no choice or even an illusion of choice in being useful. Maybe this was a mistake. "Tomorrow afternoon." He could at least try to negotiate, but he doubted he could.

[culberr-blog]

SETUP; CHARACTER TAG DUMP.

[lodessa]

AO3 Stats: Lodessa

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Most Written Pairings:

Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay (74)

Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth (15)

Jorah Mormont/Daenerys Targaryen (13)

Veronica Mars/Eli “Weevil” Navarro (12)

Logan Echolls / Eli “Weevil” Navarro, Sirius Black/Bellatrix Black Lestrange, and Katrina Cornwell/Gabriel Lorca (9)

* [Redacted] RPF (24): Redacted because in this day and age the subject of any real person writing is liable to stumble upon things if you mention their name.

Top 5 By Word Count

Parameters (Star Trek: Voyager, Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay, Explicit, 46,345 words)

Salvation and Rapture for the Lonely (Doctor Who, Martha Jones/Ninth Doctor, Explicit, 34,133 words)

Voyager High (Star Trek: Voyager, ensemble, Teen, 33,608 words)

Dragon Marked (Game of Thrones, Daenerys Targaryen/Jorah Mormont, Explicit, 23526 words, incomplete)

A Clawing of Longing (Game of Thrones, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Explicit, 18,040 words)

Excluded/Disqualified (due to co-authorship):

Baby You’re Much Too Fast (RPF, 60,892 words, Explicit, co-authored*, incomplete)

This Is How You Lose Her (RPF, 43,039 words, Explicit, co-authored* incomplete)

Unconventional (RPF, 21,147 words, Explicit, co-authored*, incomplete)

Top 5 By Kudos

Parameters (Star Trek: Voyager, Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay, Explicit, 46,345 words)

No Longer the Maid of Tarth (A Song of Ice and Fire, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Explicit, 2,118 words)

Why Janeway and Chakotay Can’t Share the Couch: 5 Times They Slipped Up (Star Trek: Voyager, Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay, Explicit, 3,744 words)

little pink hearts can pop over our heads (but we’ll keep our cool) (Star Trek: Voyager, Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay, Teen, 4102 words)

Until the Lie Becomes the Truth (A Song of Ice and Fire, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, General, 500 words )

[queenoficeandfire]

Enchanted to Meet You - Christopher Pike

Synopsis: Every relationship has to start somewhere. This is the story of how Captain Christopher Pike and I meet

Author’s note: So I was thinking of doing some song related one-shots about Pike and I. This being the first one, which is based on “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift. Because I’d be enchanted to meet Captain Pike ;) 

Warnings: None

Words: 435

Tag List: @x-wingwarriorbbpoe8 @space-helen @allthetrek @carrie-85 @theweepingvulcan91

Masterlist

Another day in space and another day on board the Starfleet starship the USS Discovery, and mercifully a relatively normal one.

Over the past few months, we’ve gone through a war with the Klingons in which many of our friends on other ships died, been to a mirror universe and back and been betrayed by our captain at the time, Gabriel Lorca.

We now have a new captain, Captain Christopher Pike although I am yet to meet him.

As, unlike my friends, I am not part of the bridge crew.

I am currently taking some files to the lab I work and help conduct research in (being part of the science officer training program - my friend Tilly is part of the command level training program) when I collide with someone.

This sends me falling to the floor and my PADD tablets flying across the deck corridor I am on.

“Ow.” I cry out as I land on my bottom

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?” A soft male voice speaks.

I look up to find the most handsome man I have possibly ever l laid my eyes on, holding his hand out to me.

I speechlessly accept it and he helps me up and hands me back the PADD tablets, which are thankfully unbroken.

I gaze at him. He’s tall, with dark hair that has slight grey hairs to it and blue-grey eyes that seem to stare into my very soul. He’s also clean shaven and dressed in the signature dark blue Discovery uniform.

But then I notice the gold trim to it.

Wait.

Is this our new Captain?

“I..I may have bruised my backside, but I’m fine..thank you.” I try to act professionally

“I’m glad, please forgive me. I wasn’t looking where I was going. The name’s Christopher Pike. I’m the new Captain on board.” He introduces himself to me.

This confirms what I was suspecting.

I’ve just run into our new Captain (or rather him into me) and he’s the textbook definition of handsome.

“Ensign Emma. It’s good to meet you, sir.” I smile at him.

“The pleasure’s mine. Now if you’ll excuse me I have things to do as I’m sure you do too.”

He tells me

“Indeed I do Captain.”

He smiles back at me, dimples appearing on his face and as we turn to about our individual business he calls to me

“If you ever need anything Ensign my door is always open.”

“Thank you I will be sure to remember that.”

I then walk away, cheeks flushing pink with the biggest smile on my face.

[lizardperson]

wheeee yea sure why not, thanks for the tag 👀

9 people you want to know better tag

three ships: lets make this a start trek round - katrina cornwell/mirror!philippa georgiou (star trek disco), number one/prime!gabriel lorca (star trek disco. yes i know they never met in canon, but have you read Long Shot?), renova exler/rachel winston (star trek outpost. shoutout to the like 4 people who ever even heard of this lmao. we'll always have the rough seas)

first ship: mulder/scully (x files). back in the day.

last song: Горький опыт by Ploho

last movie: i thiiiiink Goldeneye a while ago

currently reading: Ravenor Rogue because i am still assdeep into those wh40k novels

currently watching: technically still The OA if i'll ever get my ass up to finish it

currently eating/ate: franzbrötchen. like the good norddeutsche i am

currently craving: wanna go hoooooome. why must i participate in society

tagging uhhhhh

@musicalmaladies @dragkingandreweldritch @jasonisaacs @lorcaswhisky @winteryquinn

@twiggies-draws @ladyunderthemolehill @winecupwars with no pressure and all

tagged by @themarydragon 🥰

9 people you want to know better tag

Three Ships: Zelink (Zelda/Link, Legend of Zelda), Shirbert (Anne/Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables or Anne With An E) and Locklyle (Lucy/Lockwood from Lockwood and Co)

First Ship: i joined tumblr in 2017 for BoTW Zelink and all of my fandom experience spiralled from here. i started playing LoZ games before that though, maybe 2008? and there was a fanfic tab (though it wasn't called like that) on the help website i used

Last Song: ......... "Last Night - Official Madison Song" by Chris Anderson and DJ Robbie (it's on my summer playlist bc of childhood nostalgia, i don't go out of my way to listen to it usually 😂)

Last Movie: Maze Runner: The Death Cure (justice for Newt)

Currently Reading: book wise, I just finished The Two Towers (and am not so patiently awaiting Return of the King to, well, return to the library so i can borrow it)

Currently Watching: Once Upon A Time (nearly done with S1)

Currently Eating: waiting for my dinner to cook (ratatouille and semolina and eggs)

Currently Craving: CHEESE. my kingdom riches gratitude for a scrap of french cheese!!!!

tagging: @js589 @ohmyoverland @hailqiqi @unnamednarrator @practicallyasleep @cateringfears @applesjuice @redplaidjacket @beckybubbles would love your thoughts on this if that's something you're up to :)

[jedwashere]

A Billion Years Away - Chapter Four

The Noose Around Your Neck

***

I will hold on hope and I won’t let you choke

On the noose around your neck,

And I’ll find strength in pain and I will change my ways,

I’ll know my name as it’s called again…

***

The Enterprise.

Gabriel Lorca.

Immediately as he materialised, doing his best not to wince at the light, he knew that Captain Jallistra knew. He had been as honest as he could, knowing that repurposed truth was better than outright lying, but still she had seen right through him. He could tell in the way she glanced furtively at him, like he were a ticking time bomb, in the way she smiled a smile that didn’t reach her eyes as she went to consult with one of her officers.

But she didn’t act on what she knew. Not yet, anyway.

She would, of course. He knew that - not only because it was what he would have done in her place, but because, more pertinently, it was Starfleet procedure to do something about… about people like him.

What even was he going to go up for, he found himself pondering. Impersonating an officer, clearly. Treason? Possible. Desertion? Also possible. Heck, anything was possible - he was in the future, after all.

From next to him, he heard Jallistra’s crewmember speak. “Are you alright, Captain Lorca?”

He turned to look at her: redheaded, young, a phaser holstered at her side. Probably security: swapping the red and gold of the uniforms the brass had put out to the Connie’s made a certain sense to Lorca. As much as anything here did.

“I’m fine, Lieutenant…?” he asked.

“Reddin, sir, Faye Reddin,” the officer said. Her hand was twitching slightly. She didn’t trust him.

Clever kid, he thought.

“Reddin,” he repeated. He glanced at the phaser. “Well, Lieutenant, it’s good to see Starfleet security maintains the same standard of security officers they had where… when I’m from.”

Reddin blinked. “Sorry, sir. Just not sure what to make of you.”

Lorca smiled. “I’m sure you’ll know soon enough.”

“Captain Lorca,” came Jallistra’s voice. He looked at her: she was smiling again. “If you wouldn’t mind coming with me. We have quarters available.”

In the brig? he almost asked, but he restrained himself.

“Looking forward to seeing how the ‘Fleet’s changed their furnishings,” he said glibly. “Priorities, right?”

She just smiled again.

***

Jallistra.

The minute she materialised, Jallistra wondered if Lorca knew she was on to him. He looked… resigned? Defeated?

Or maybe, she thought, smiling at him reflexively, he’s just lost. He’s hundreds of years out from where he was, when he was. That’s got to change a man.

Lorca was wincing slightly, looking away from the lights. Jallistra kept smiling, but that moment all-but-solidified her suspicion. Immediately, she went over to the transporter chief.

“Ensign,” she said quietly, “run a scan of our guest’s quantum signature.”

The ensign didn’t speak, simply tapping a command into his console. A moment passed, and then he looked up, frowning. Jallistra leant over and looked at the results of his scan, and almost let out a sigh.

He is the one from the Mirror Universe, she thought, swallowing. She turned to look at him: he was chatting to Reddin, who looked tense.

“Captain Lorca,” she said He looked at her, and she smiled. “If you wouldn’t mind coming with me. We have quarters available.”

In the brig, she almost added, but she restrained herself. It wasn’t true, after all.

“Looking forward to seeing how the ‘Fleet’s changed their furnishings,” he said, his tone glib. “Priorities, right?”

She just smiled again. Got you, you bastard.

“Follow me,” she said. “Reddin, come with us as well.”

***

Lorca.

Oh, she definitely knew. Her smile was almost predatory, the cat who had caught the canary.

“So, Captain,” she asked as they walked through the corridors of her ship. He barely paid attention to the corridors, except to note that they seemed a lot less utilitarian than any ship he’d ever been on (the Charon excepted). “I’m curious: is something wrong with your eyes?”

Canny bitch. “I was… trapped in another universe,” he said evenly. “They tortured me. Their eyes are more sensitive than Homo Sapiens in our world - and so they decided to make me more like them.”

It was a fanciful story, but he said it with such a perfectly sincere tone that he heard Reddin make a small noise of disgust from behind him. Jallistra glanced at the Lieutenant, before looking back at Lorca.

“They tortured you,” she repeated. “I’m curious: how did you end up there?”

“Transporter malfunction of some sort,” Lorca said quietly. “I ended up on the I.S.S. Buran, instead of my own. Right in the middle of a fight. Next thing I know…”

He didn’t elaborate. There was no need to, and on the off-chance (the very off-chance) that he was just being paranoid, not going into detail just meant less details about his story to remember.

“We know a little about the Terran Empire,” Jallistra said. “They invaded our reality a few times in the early 25th century. We still get raids now and then.”

Lorca nodded. That made sense: eventually, someone with the Defiant files would want to go to that universe, take it over. Too bad for them: Lorca had thought the same once, a long time ago, but had learned during his time on Discovery that the Federation were less a bunch of scared rabbits than they were tamed dogs. If a wolf approached a dog, the dog might be more timid, but there was still steel in there, waiting to come out.

“So,” he said after a moment. “Got anything in this time for a rusty old ship captain to do?”

“That,” Jallistra, “greatly depends.”

Lorca smiled. Here it is. “On what, Captain?”

“On what sort of rusty old ship captain you are,” Jallistra said. She slowed, and then stopped outside a door labelled ‘guest quarters’. “Lieutenant, if you wouldn’t mind waiting out here. Captain Lorca and I have business to discuss.”

Reddin nodded and stood to attention. “Aye aye, ma’am.”

Lorca raised an eyebrow at Jallistra, but she had already stepped into the quarters, leaving him little choice but to follow.

***

Jallistra.

The door closed behind Lorca, and Jallistra went over to one of the replicators.

“Drink?” she asked.

“Whiskey, if you’ve got it,” he replied. He took his jacket off, tossing it on one of the chairs. “Might as well get rid of that, don’t you think?”

Jallistra smiled coldly. “What could you possibly mean by that, Captain?”

Lorca paused, meeting her eyes, and then he smiled back, mirroring her expression.

“You know, don’t you?” he asked. “Who I really am.”

Jallistra nodded. “Captain Gabriel Lorca. Of the Discovery. An impostor, a traitor, and a murderous, obsessive psychopath.”

Lorca winced at the description. “Well. Who wrote that one?”

“I read between the lines on your classified file,” Jallistra said evenly. She turned to the replicator. “Alcoholic whiskey, two glasses and one bottle.”

“Specify type,” the computer said blandly.

Jallistra looked at Lorca with a questioning gaze.

“Scotch,” he said blandly, sitting down. “Might as well, right? Enjoy my freedom for the two minutes it lasts.” Jallistra wasn’t fooled for a moment, and clearly Lorca could tell, because he raised both hands. “You’ve nothing to fear from me.”

“Forgive me if I don’t find that reassuring,” Jallistra said, as the Scotch materialised. She picked up the glasses first and handed one to Lorca, before picking up the bottle. “I imagine you could kill me with that bottle if you wanted.”

“I imagine you could kill me with that bottle, if you wanted,” Lorca retorted. He took a swig of the whiskey. “Fact is, where would I go?” He made a face. “You sure this is scotch?”

“Replicated alcohol,” Jallistra said evenly. She took a sip of her own, ignoring the foul burning sensation. “Why shouldn’t I put you in the brig.”

“You should,” Lorca replied at once. “I’m guilty of a lot of crimes by Starfleet’s penal code. And I can only guess they’ve updated it since 2257.”

Jallistra considered his words for a moment, before smiling. “Let’s make a deal, shall we?”

“A deal,” Lorca repeated, frowning.

“I have no orders to put you in the brig,” Jallistra said. “I don’t know if the officer who told me about you knew who you really were, but the fact is, I was told to bring you to Starbase 93 after ‘ascertaining the truth of the matter’. I’ve done the latter: just the former left.”

“So, what?” Lorca asked. “I get to stay in here and relax my way to this Starbase, where I then get put in a brig?”

“Perhaps,” Jallistra said, “or perhaps something else will happen. I don’t know what Commodore Hayne wanted from you.”

“Or if I’m even the ‘me’ she wanted,” Lorca pointed out, smirking and gesturing with his glass.

Jallistra smiled back mirthlessly. “Or even that.”

There was a pause as Lorca seemed to consider his options. Finally, he simply gestured with the glass again.

“I’ll take the gilded cage,” he said. “since it comes with whiskey. Assuming I’m allowed to use the food synthesiser.”

“It’s called a replicator,” Jallistra said patiently, smiling again. “A bit more advanced than your time.”

“I’d be pretty disappointed if it wasn’t,” Lorca chuckled. “So. Ground rules?”

“Apart from the obvious ‘don’t try to escape’?” Jallistra retorted. “Well, you’ll have civilian computer access. Stuff that isn’t classified to anyone, anywhere in Federation space.” She paused. “You won’t be allowed to leave your quarters at all. But you should find that they are perfectly amenable for you. There’s even an ensuite bathroom.”

Lorca whistled. “Fancy.” He paused, before motioning to the jacket. “Suppose you’ll want that gone.”

Jallistra glanced at the discarded Starfleet uniform jacket, before sighing.

“For the best,” she said. “You’re not a Starfleet officer, Captain Lorca. You never were, in our universe. Wearing a uniform is just flaunting your crime.”

“And I’d hate to flaunt myself more than I already did,” Lorca chuckled again, but there was something in the way he said it that Jallistra didn’t like.

This is too damned easy, she thought. Where’s the fight?

“If you like,” she said, her tone of voice softer, “I can have the ship’s counselor come and pay you a visit.”

Lorca only snorted derisively at that, leaning back in his seat and finishing his glass of whiskey. He picked up the bottle and poured another, and Jallistra sighed.

“Have a pleasant stay, as much as you can, Captain,” she said, turning to leave.

“Hadn’t you best stop calling me that?” he asked. She paused, turning to look at him. His expression was hard, but he wasn’t looking at her. He wasn’t looking anywhere. “I’m not a Captain.”

Something about his tone jarred Jallistra, and she scowled, remembering his attempt to launch a coup in the Mirror Universe from Michael Burnham’s centuries-old reports. He had been a monster, manipulating and betraying his crew, and now he looked… self pitying? What right did he have to that? Any concern she may have had for him suddenly evaporated into anger and indignation.

“Would you rather I called you Emperor?” she asked scathingly.

He flinched, but his tone was quiet when he spoke again. “I’m not an Emperor, either.”

“‘Mr Lorca’, then,” she said. When he did not object, she sighed once more. “Goodbye, Mr Lorca.”

She turned and left him alone in the room, drinking the whiskey she had replicated for him. Reddin gave her a questioning look as she walked out, but said nothing.

“I want a guard on this room at all times,” Jallistra said to her tactical officer. “Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Reddin said, nodding. “I’ll have my best people on it.”

“See that you do,” Jallistra said, before walking off, heading for the nearest turbolift and wondering just how the quiet, defeated man she had just left gelled with the picture of the man written up in the reports.

I’m going to have to read them again, she thought. And, while I’m at it, request some of his reports.

Might as well read the man’s own words, after all. 

If nothing else, ‘know thine enemy’.

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WIPs game

@imaginationdrift and @devoverest tagged me to do this: Thank you!!

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!!

I just don’t care about giving my fics a working title or anything unless I’m serious about posting it so the names are usually the first sentence or something significant enough to identify.

1. Baby AU (Katrina Cornwell/Gabriel Lorca)

2. Sofia (Grey’s anatomy follow up fic for the one shot I wrote long time ago)

3. Lorca (Mirror universe DISC fic- but there are just nothing but concept)

4. Kat ( Katrina cornwell during her Klingon imprisonment)

5. what on Earth are you wearing? ( A prompt fic J/C -title only)

6. Captain and the hotspring ( supposed to be a J/C fic but sadly lost in the deep chasm  of my memory. title only)

7. A fic I promised for a friend- no title

feel free to ignore this game if you don’t like. I’m tagging

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