#Spock x alien reader

[yona049]

𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚡 𝚐𝚗! 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Part 1? (maybe)

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Warning :

> lil blood

>cosmophobia

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His pace was strong and exact as he walked through the ships shining white hallway. Hair cut to a precise straight line with pointed ears, a shining example of his Valcan linage.

His uniform was nothing short of excellent, no wrinkle or crease would dare disturb it's perfection. The tablet in his hand had many names of crew members across the screen.

Behind him, hundreds of cadets, Ensign's and officers ran through the hallway. Some carrying baggage or equipment for the long journey that lay ahead.

The blue, red, and yellow uniforms looked like smudged lines to Spock. No one daring to crash into him or hinder his way, as his intense focus on the tablet demanded his presence to be known.

Behind him came a red uniform, short skirted Lieutenant Commander Uhura runs closer. Her pace quickened to a jog to catch up to him. She dodged one of the Cadets carrying heavy boxes until she finally caught up to Spock.

"Spock!" she called to him but his attention never faltered from the tablet screen.

One name of the many pops up and he selects it. The profile of Ensign Y/n L/n appeared.

"What is it, Uhura?"

"I just needed to enquire on the specific time of launch."

Spock scrolls down to the information on the profile.

"There's no question, we leave O' eight hundred hours, current planet time. We've given everyone sufficient time to prepare for a life long expedition of exploration."

Uhura growls and dodges another Cadet carrying some equipment and engineering tools.

"Yes I understand! But some Cadets have questioned the captains choice to bring inexperienced Ensign's on board for this mission."

Spock finally stops once they've reached the back of the hallway with a large door at the end. His hands are placed behind his back delicately and without hesitation he answers.

"Uhura, I can see the unease that this may have caused. However our Captain has never put us in harms way before and he certainly won't now. I trust Kirk's decisions whole heartedly."

Uhura sighs and nods slowly. Her arms fold into a somewhat comforting hug.

"I guess I should too. It's just a really big decision for everyone to make. There's a chance we may never come home."

She slowly glances through the large window beside them at the spinning blue and green planet below.

Spock looks at earth and then back at her.

"The U.S.S Enterprise is our home now. And like earth. We must protect it."

She laughs a little through her nose at Spock.

"Yeah, you're right."

With a small hand, she pats on his shoulder and then makes her way back down the hallway.

"Oh! And Good luck with the new Ensign!" she calls back to him before disappearing into the corridor.

Finally, the hallway seemed a little quieter. Spock looks back down at his tablet and scrolls through the profile. The first thing he noticed is no picture of the Ensign. Odd.

The second thing he notices is the lack of specified species. The Enterprise was a decorated vessel with many mixed species staff. A proud ship of the The United Federation of Planets.

The doors at the end of the hallway finally slide open.

"Ensign L/n! You're-"

He looks up at the new Ensign but stops when he sees a short bodied, light blue skinned species. Not a harsh blue, but a pale skin tone similar to the planet Andoria.

The blue uniform perfectly hugging their figure and snow-white hair covering their ears.

"...-Late."

He finishes looking at their profile then back at them.

"Sir, I'm sorry. They had some trouble confirming my authentication due to my incomplete file."

They look down shyly. Holding a suitcase and a box of glass tubes and bottles.

"Then let's make an effort to complete it."

Spock walks a circle around them them with a raised eyebrow as he studied their species.

"Tell me, Ensign, what's your species? Your skin and hair would suggest Andorian. However, I see no antennae."

Y/n slowly scratches the bottom of their ear and clears their throat.

"I am Andorian, sir. I lost my antennas in a chemical accident."

Again, Spock looks down at his tablet. His face showing no visible confusion, but he was, in fact, a little confused. Yet also mesmerized.

"It says here you're a Medical Ensign."

They quickly nod watching Spock.

"Yes! Chemistry is my main practice. I can't have the Medical Officer mixing the wrong, atorvastatin with fluticasone and causing someone to come down with some disease!"

They finish their explication but quickly step back after.

"Apologies! I didn't mean to sound so accusatory."

Spock nods before turning on his heel and starting his walk.

"Not at all, I am Vulcan. We try to keep our emotions-"

"-Controlled." Y/n says, catching up to him.

"Yes, I'm aware." they confess, looking down.

Spock squints for a second before looking back at the tablet for some information.

"Now, your room is on deck 37. This deck is reserved for medical and research personnel. Med Bay is also on deck 37."

He explains as they walk to the turbolift, taking them both up to Deck 37. The lift is filled with a few seconds of awkward silence. Spock takes this time to study his blue skinned Ensign.

Their existence is shrouded in mystery. The story of their antennas being chemically detached is questionable, Andorian's antenna grow back after time. Their short stature compared to many of the tall built andorians. An incomplete file made Spock's curiosity spark.

Finally arriving at their room. Spock hands them a key card. He turns his back to them without a goodbye.

"Spock!" Y/n calls.

Spock turns back to them. A darkened blue color covered their cheeks like blush would a human's face.

"Yes, Ensign?"

Y/n takes a breath of confidence and looks at Spock.

"Thank you for accompanying me. You have other duties to see to. But I appreciate your time."

Spock only bows his head.

"It's my duty, Ensign. Now hurry to your medical checkups. We launch in 5 hours."

Y/n gives a happy nod, then entering their room with a little excited skip.

Spock couldn't tell why, but his heart gave a pleased thump when he saw the excitement from Y/n. A young new Ensign is unaware of the vastness of space that lays ahead.

The crew started settling into their bunks and rooms with quick paced ease. A fast five hour jump to the launch and Spock was confident in his preparation.

He was sat at his launch pad watching all systems make necessary calculations. As Head Commanding Science Officer and First Officer. He had to be sure the Enterprise was ready for Captain Kirk's arrival.

A sudden hand placed on Spock's shoulder pulls him from his thought process. Jim Kirk stood behind him. His close friend and captain. Even though he was human, Kirk knew what to say to let Spock know everything was ok.

"Well, Spock! How's she lookin?"

Kirk questions.

Spock straightens himself out and with a proud, non emotional face, then says.

"She is, in human terms, Spick and span!"

Kirk smiles giving Spock a good smack on the shoulder.

"Good! Because I'm about ready to head on a life long adventure. To explore strange new worlds!"

Kirk monologs while he strides over to the Captains chair. His palm slides over the arm rest and guides him to his seat.

"Yes, Captain. We're about ready for launch!"

Kirk smirks and turns to a button on his seat. Once he presses it the button starts broadcasting his voice though the entire ship.

"This is your Captain speaking."

Y/n was in a room with a scanner in their hand when they quickly look up at the speaker.

"We are preparing for Launch now. So to start off our journey. Here's a little quote from the very first Starship Captain. Captain Johnathan Archer."

Y/n smiled hearing the name of a big Historical hero. looking back at the Cadet they were doing a Medical check on. Y/n delicately pushes the Cadets head to the side and presses the scanner against their neck.

"He started the voyage by saying and I quote: 'We're going to stumble, make mistakes - I'm sure more than a few, before we find our footing. But we're going to learn From those mistakes. That's what being explorers is all about.'"

Captain Kirk smiles to himself hearing a few Crew members cheer down the hallway.

"This Voyage will be long. But it's purpose is to bring species together united. To Explore and to forge alliances. With that being said! Everyone hold tight!"

Cadets suddenly run off and hold steady to a rail or to anything nailed down. A brand new ship, Y/n stumbles past everyone while packing up the equipment. They look down at the list of Cadets to check but sees one name still open.

Spock had yet to be checked. With seconds before lift off, Y/n decides that the Bridge Control room isn't too far, and they might be able to make it there on time for launch.

With a little stumble, they make their way past the cadets and run for the lift to the Bridge.

Captain Kirk on the bridge looked at his pilot and smirked.

"Hit it!"

The ship yanks a little at the sudden force blasting them into hyperspace at warpspeed.

Y/n still in the turbo lift gets yanked forward suddenly and their hand slips from the rail with a heavy thud.

Spock holds carefully and waits till they get to an even pace. He watches everyone applaud as the ship steadied and they comfortably sat at hyperspeed.

The Captain pats the pilots on the back and Uhura gives Spock a smiling nod.

The lively energy circled though the bridge, even when Y/n fell through the door holding their head people surrounded them with cheers.

They smiled, clapping along and laughing a little before silence once again fell and everyone returned to their posts.

Uhura walks up to Y/n and shakes their hand. Brief conversation that Spock couldn't hear but he could tell Y/n was anxious.

Their hands clutching onto the medical case and their shoulders tightened into a straight, tense, posture.

"Y/n!" he called.

Y/n runs over to him with a thankful smile.

"Ensign, may I enquire as to your purpose on the bridge?"

Y/n sets their equipment down and stands straight at ease.

"Sir, I was on my way to take your vitals and complete medical check up's. But I was interrupted by launch! And I took the lift-"

During Y/n's anxious ramble, Spock studied her movements and noticed a light trickle of dark blue blood coming from beneath the white hair.

"Ensign."

"Yes sir! I know it was foolish! But I wanted to finish soon to get to other duties-"

"Y/n!" Spock's sudden voice brings Y/n's attention back to look up at him.

The chatter of crewmen in the background started fading out as Y/n's heartbeat took its place.

Spock delicately moves his fingertips to the side of their head and wipes the blood away bringing Y/n's attention to it.

"I.. Fell in the lift." they confess with their hand looking for the point of injury.

Spock looks down at the medical box and lifts it back off the ground.

"Ensign. I will report to Med bay for my medical check up in two hours. For the moment, see to your own medical care. Please."

A soft plea from Spock brought Y/n's heart back to a calm beating. They inhale and exhale slowly, focusing back on the problem at hand.

"Yes sir! I will be ready once you arrive!" Y/n says with a determined smile.

They take the bag with new found bravery but once again shyly smile at Spock before walking to the lift.

Uhura watches Y/n walk off and the doors slide shut as Uhura arrives at Spock's side.

"You saw it too?" Uhura questions still watching the lift doors.

"Yes. No Antenna scaring or any signs of growth. Andorian's antenna usually grow back in a matter of weeks."

Spock turns to Uhura and they start their deduction.

Spock continues :

"I considered the fact that it was a Chemical accident into my theory. However even a chemical wound wouldn't stop antennae from growth."

Uhura taps her finger on her folded arms while nodding in agreement.

"Y/n's accent has no clear signs of being raised in an andorian environment. No matter how faint the accent is. As the Communications officer I can hear it."

Spock takes a tablet off his desk and opens Y/n's profile once more.

"Y/n is not Andorian."

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I had fun writing but I'm not sure If it'll become an ongoing series. 👀🖖If you enjoyed this and want a part two please let me know in the comments!

[lamelycool]

𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑒 (𝑆𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

"I'm sorry... This is all my fault I should've payed more attention I should have... I don't know I just wish-"

"There is nothing you could have done to change this. It is not your fault." Spock calmy states.

You begin to notice the slight shiver in his voice, and the growing green tint to his skin that's increasing along side the dropping temperature. It really concerns you. The cold must be getting to him. Gods, all of this because of a shuttle crash. The two of you were luckily this planet happened to be inhabitable. Well Inhabitable... but unpleasantly freezing. There's no telling how cold it must feel for Spock with his Vulcan heritage.

"T'hy'la are you alright?" Spock asks breaking your train of thought.

"Sorry, I just... I just feel useless. Sitting here freezing just waiting for the Enterprise to rescue us. If they even rescue us."

"The Enterprise will likely rescue us do not worry. " The unspoken question of when is avoided. There's not telling how long it will take. Hours, days, or worse... The two of you go silent.

"Are you cold? " You eventually speak up.

"I am adequate. "

"Spock, please don't lie... "

"Vulcans do not li-" you cut him off by reaching out a hand placing it against Spock's cheek. You gasp jolting your hand back.

"You are freezing cold! Why didn't you tell me?!" You panic and quickly shed your emergency blanket wrapping it around Spock.

"I did not want to tell you, I do not want to worry you. Please...keep your blanket you need it." Spock shivers out.

"Spock... please let me warm you? "

Spock paused then reluctantly nods. He uncovers himself holding his arms out for you to crawl into. Seems he already knew what you were planing. You snuggle up into him and cradle him close.

"May I touch your hands? "

"You always may. "

"Thank you... " you take his hands in yours gently holding them and rubbing them. Then you breathe warm air on them, breathing warmth into him like you always manage to do.

[toboldlygohome]

Oblivious

Leonard McCoy x Reader

Summary: You are oblivious to all of Leonard's attempts to flirt and all of your friends think it's hilarious.

Character(s): Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James "Jim" Kirk, Spock, Nyota Uhura, Pavel Chekov, Hikaru Sulu

Warning(s): Slightly cringe attempts at flirting, Painfully oblivious reader, Stephen King references

Leonard was finally ready to move on. The divorce had left him with wounds he wasn't sure he could heal from. He hadn't been interested in dating for years afterward. But for the first time since then, someone had caught his attention.

You were the new head of Archaeology aboard the enterprise. You had been transferred from the USS Celine to assist in the 5 year mission. To say you were new wouldn't be exactly correct, you had been on board for about 6 months already. You had taken to the position well and were already good friends with everyone in your unit, as well as all of the bridge and command personnel.

Leonard knew he liked you the moment you met. You had a firm handshake, a killer smile, and when Captain Kirk asked if you were single, you told him it wasn't his business. Jim's stunned face when you shook his hand and walked away was priceless.

Of course there were far more reasons to admire you other than your ability to take the captain down a peg. You were incredible at your job, finding ancient ruins in the most unlikely of places. You were like a dog when it came to fossils, sniffing them out almost as soon as you landed on alien soil. You were smart and always ready to answer questions. You were also highly tolerant of people's mistakes, something that was slowly rubbing off on him. When you were around, Leonard found he had more patience for stupidity and everyone else noticed as well.

You were kind, you were a great listener, you were hilarious, you were dependable, considerate, honest, cheerful, and you could always be counted upon for some witty banter. Not to mention you were the most beautiful person Bones had ever seen in his life.

That's not to say you didn't have your downfalls too, everyone does after all. You were self deprecating, a little easily distracted, and of course you were the most painfully oblivious person in the universe.

~~~

It all started one morning at breakfast. You were sitting in the cafeteria with Jim, Nyota, and Spock.

Leonard had made his decision the previous night while drinking with Jim. Bones wanted to pursue a relationship with you, but he wasn't going to just tell you point blank. He wanted to gauge your interest before taking that leap of faith.

"Mornin'" Leonard said as he sat down beside you. "Jim, you look terrible."

Jim, who was still hung over from the night before, frowned at the doctor. "Gee, thanks. I had no idea."

"You're welcome. Now Y/N on the other hand, you look great this morning," Bones smirked. Jim and Nyota immediately perked up, clearly not expecting him to be so forward (especially not this early in the morning.)

"Thanks Doc," You smiled at him and returned your attention to your oatmeal.

"What's your secret?" Asked Bones upon deciding that your smile was a good sign.

"My secret?" You raised an eyebrow.

"To looking so good every morning," he clarified. Nyota and Jim looked at each other incredulously.

"Ummmm," You thought out loud. "Get good sleep, take your vitamins, and don't get wasted at two in the morning." You patted Jim's shoulder and stood up with your empty bowl. "I better get to the lab, see you guys later!" You grinned.

Everyone bid you a good morning before gawking at Leonard, amusement etched on their faces. "What's your secret? Did you seriously ask 'what's your secret?'"Jim cackled.

"Leonard, you seriously need to up your flirting game." Uhura barely stifled a giggle.

"I know it's been awhile doc but seriously, that was terrible! And I've heard Spock's attempts at flirting," Kirk snickered.

"It wasn't that bad, y'all are acting like I'm some cretin who stole their oatmeal and called it flirting. I called them attractive, get off my back." Leonard rolled his eyes.

"No, you said they looked good. That could be interpreted in, so many ways. As far as flirting goes, that was pretty pathetic." Nyota said.

"I would have to agree doctor, perhaps you could take instruction from the captain or even-" Spock started.

"Shut up and eat your breakfast," Leonard snapped, causing another fit of giggles around him.

Bones sat there, glaring into his eggs, trying to figure out where he went wrong. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed that Uhura was right. You didn't realize he meant it in a romantic way. Maybe he was more out of practice than he thought. He was just going to have to give it another shot. Practice makes perfect after all.

~~~

The next day, Leonard tried a different approach. Coffee mug in hand, he made his way to your office only to find it empty. He looked all over the labs, nowhere to be seen. It wasn't until made it up to the bridge that he found you deep in a discussion about landing sites for an upcoming mission.

Your head perked up when you saw the doctor come in from the turbolift. "Ahoy, McCoy! We missed you at breakfast this morning." you smiled as he came to stand beside you.

"Sorry darlin', had some gamma shift engineers to patch up." Bones casually passed the mug over to you. "Made you some coffee."

"Really? for me?" You peered into the cup and beamed, "thank you doctor, it's just how I like it!" Jim gave Leonard a subtle thumbs up while you sipped your drink.

Leonard had a good feeling this time. You were happy with the gesture and even Kirk seemed impressed. It felt like a good first step, until-

"First Chekov brings me a croissant, then McCoy brings me a coffee. I'm so lucky to have such great friends. Thank you guys!" You smiled at the two men.

"You are very welcome!" Pavel grinned.

Leonard's mood plummeted almost instantly. While he was glad you got to enjoy a croissant and a coffee, Chekov's untimely generosity made his romantic gesture seem more like a friendly one. He was going to have to go back to the drawing board.

You turned to the captain, cradling your warm cup in your hand. "Is there anything else you need of me Captain?"

"No Commander, I believe you've answered all my questions," Jim said.

"Wonderful! If anyone needs me, I'll be in the lab trying to decode some ancient texts," you took another sip of your coffee before strolling back to the turbolift.

Once you were out of sight, Jim patted Leonard on the arm. Sulu and Chekov were trying their damnedest not to laugh, and failing miserably of course.

Leonard furrowed his brows at the two of them before looking back at Jim's cheeky grin.

"You told them?" Leonard scowled.

"Told them what?" Jim laughed.

"About..." Leonard rolled his eyes and gestured to the turbolift.

"The only ones I told were Uhura and Spock," Jim assured.

"He didn't need to tell us anything, It's written all over your face Dr. McCoy," Sulu said.

"Yes, you get all red in the cheeks and you have this look in your eyes like you've seen the sun for the first time. It is very obvious you are vying for the Commander's attention," Chekov agreed.

"If I'm so obvious, why isn't Y/N picking up on it?" Leonard crossed his arms.

"Maybe you need a new approach, try... I don't know, making up new excuses to spend time with them. Or maybe you could try touching them," Jim suggested.

"Touching them?"

"Yeah, nothing inappropriate or anything. Just little things, like pats on the back, nudging their shoulder. Stuff like that. Might show Y/N you're interested without having to use the words, you know?"

"I don't know Jim..."

"Look, you're a doctor right?"

"I hope that'd be pretty goddamned obvious by now," Leonard glowered and put his hands on his hips.

"And as a doctor, you have a pretty good gauge on if someone's uncomfortable right?" Jim asked, "just try it and if you get the sense they're uncomfortable, just stop doing it. Easy as that."

"Why do I get the feeling it's not going to be as 'easy as that?'" The doctor shook his head.

"Because you are an incorrigible pessimist, Bones." Jim patted his shoulder.

"I'm done here, some of us actually have work to do," Leonard grumbled and trudged to the turbolift.

"All work and no play makes McCoy a dull boy," Kirk beamed.

"Quote Stephen King to me one more time. See what happens." Bones said as the doors closed. Alone in the elevator, he allowed himself to think about where to go from here. Perhaps Jim's ideas weren't so terrible. He rather liked the idea of spending more time with you. He usually talked with you during mealtimes and meetings, but not much outside of that. The touching is what was making him nervous.

He came into contact with people all the time, being a doctor was a very hands-on profession. He just didn't have Jim's level of confidence anymore. It felt ridiculous, he could stitch a man's thumb back to his hand and deliver an infant in the middle of a battle, but he couldn't touch your shoulder? Maybe he'd just skip that step for now. Quality time, that seemed like as good of a direction as any.

~~~

He continued bringing you coffee every day, It gave him more time to get to know you and Leonard was falling harder by the minute. He hadn't really looked forward to anything in a long time, but he looked forward to your coffee talks. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough anymore. The chats weren't long enough and you still weren't catching on to his feelings.

It had been a particularly stressful day, it felt like everyone needed something from him and he was in desperate need of a break. The moment things got quiet in the medbay, Leonard snuck away and his feet carried him to the archaeology labs.

It was quiet inside. A few ensigns were at work in their stations, putting together fossilized bones and carbon-dating old tools. Leonard found you in the back of the lab where you were busy decoding some old scrolls. Learning to understand a lost language was no easy task; Leonard couldn't fathom the amount of reading it would take to accomplish such a thing. Still, you seemed ready to take on anything the Captain dished out.

"Commander, I see you're hard at work," Bones smiled and came to stand beside you.

"I see you're not!" You joked and looked up at him from your seat. "What brings you to my neck of the woods doctor? Did I forget about an appointment?"

"Not at all, I was just taking a break and wanted to see how you were doing," he said, hoping you would understand what he was trying to say: that he was thinking of you and wanted to see you out of everyone else on the Enterprise.

"Well I'm really glad you're here Len, because I've just made a breakthrough!" You beamed. "Take a look at this," you motioned for him to look closer.

Leonard leaned in to look at your scroll. "So, you know how I found these papers in a box under the Mofeli excavation right?"

"Mhm, you insisted there must be a basement and you found one," Bones hummed.

"I originally thought the site was a business, that these papers must be some sort of documentation. You know, like land deeds, proof of insurance, perhaps even money. Basically stuff you would usually keep in a lock box, but these aren't ledgers or inventory slips or anything like that at all."

"What are they?" He turned to look at you.

You met his gaze and gave him a grin that could melt the ice caps and outshine Sirius. "They're love letters," you said and his heart hammered his chest painfully. He was only just now realizing how close he was to you. How his hand was resting on your back, how his face was mere inches from yours.

"See, if you look here you'll find this symbol all over the place in these letters. It's the symbol meaning love or lover. I've completed the translation on this one right here." You returned your attention to the paper. Leonard swallowed and glanced at the sheet, trying his damnedest not to stare like some creep.

"What, um... what does it say?" He cleared his throat.

"It says, and I'm paraphrasing here, 'My dearest love, I find words elude me. My heart blossoms for you under the light of the sun and keeps me warm when the light fades. I find not the courage to speak, but many a whim to write. I desire your embrace. I seek your song. I crave your hand. I covet your blazing eyes. One day I-' This part is all faded so I can't make it out, but the last thing it says here at the bottom is 'May our hearts and bodies be intertwined for eternity, and our souls may sing together as one.' Then there's what I assume to be a name at the bottom, but I'm not sure how to pronounce it."

"It all sounds a little sappy to me," Leonard joked in a slightly strained voice. This whole thing with the closeness and the touching and the letter was really affecting him. If you noticed his struggle, you gave no indication, In fact, you seemed perfectly at ease being this close to him.

"Hey, a little sap never hurt anybody," you elbowed him lightly in the side.

"Croakus sap can."

"Touché"

Leonard chucked softly and lightly patted your back before crossing his arms casually over his chest Your easy conversation was already helping him relax again. "so, Commander, you've been down here in your lab for an awfully long time. What do you say we go for a walk to the observation lounge?"

"Sorry doctor, I would but somebody's got to make sure the ensigns don't blow the place up. That, and Spock wants me to finish three more translations by the end of my shift," you explained.

"Of course he does," Leonard huffed.

"But I'm free this evening if that works for you?" You tilted your head.

"Of course, absolutely." Leonard had no idea if that was going to work for him, but he was going to make it work.

"Great, I'll see you then," you said with a surprising amount of enthusiasm.

"See you then. Don't work too hard," he smiled and left you to your translating.

Bones was pleased with himself. He had managed to follow Jim's suggestions and they appeared to work. He'd even managed to secure a date with you later that evening...Well...he hadn't actually called it a date when he suggested it. No matter, Leonard would just clarify all that the next time he saw you!

~~~

He never got to make the distinction that your walk was intended to be a date. You had brought a friend with you. Leonard could feel the fear in your ensign companion's eyes. Bones was sure everyone on the goddamned ship knew what he was trying to do but you. It was still a nice night despite the unwanted guest. He learned a lot about where you grew up, your interests, and your favorite films and music. He learned your favorite flower was the iris, your first job was a librarian, he even learned you were in a band during your time at the academy.

The more he learned, the more he liked you. He wasn't even sure if liked was the right word anymore. You had quite a few things in common. Your favorite foods, you liked the same movies, and you enjoyed the same music. You asked him questions that got him really thinking. They were the sort of topics you don't realize you have an opinion on until you start talking about them. But what surprised him most of all was when you asked about his daughter. What sort of interests does she have? How is she doing in school? I wonder if she would like X,Y, and Z. He was always hesitant to talk about Joanna or his ex, but it felt easier with you. Like that wound he had been carrying for so long was finally closing.

Your friendship progressed beautifully, but he felt like you were growing more and more blind to his advances. He had seen you turn plenty of people down before. If you weren't interested in someone, you made it abundantly clear. But you had yet to do the same with Bones. It wasn't just him: Jim, Nyota, Pavel, Scotty, Hikaru, and pretty much everyone else who knew you were puzzled as well. Even Spock couldn't understand how you were so incognizant. It was funny for them at first. They would laugh at every compliment you didn't register, every smile you didn't realize had meaning, every coffee, every walk to the deck, every deep conversation, every breath of relief when you come back from a mission. He was even so bold as to tell you in no uncertain terms that he'd do anything to make you smile.

The laughter turned into looks of pity. Leonard was about ready to give up. Maybe you weren't interested and you just wanted to let him down easy, you were good friends after all. Bones sat at the bar as Jim poured him another glass. Normally he was the one playing bartender, but Jim insisted he take over.

"I gotta say Bones, I really hate seeing you like this." Jim poured himself a drink too. "How did lunch go?"

"I told them they have beautiful eyes." Leonard sighed and shook his head.

"And?" The Captain probed.

"They said 'if only they worked as well as they look,'" Bones groaned.

"Ah..." Jim stared into his drink. He tried to put himself into Leonard's shoes. What would he do if he were in this situation?

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong..." McCoy muttered.

"You aren't doing anything wrong, Y/N just-" Jim started.

"It's something I'm doing, it has to be. Maybe this is a mistake."

"No, Bones it's not a mistake. That couldn't be farther from the truth."

"And how would you know? It's not like you have any problems finding dates," Leonard rolled his eyes.

"Seems like Y/N's not the only one who's oblivious," Kirk chuckled.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes Jim." Leonard took a sip of his whiskey and ran a hand over his face.

"Believe me Bones, I wish it were a joke. There's just no way the two most unaware people are head over heels for each other. I'm waiting for the punch line" James smirked.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bones scowled.

"Look, just... we have shore leave coming up in a few weeks. Ask them on a date. Like really ask them. Be frank, be clear, make sure there is no way Y/N can misunderstand you. Trust me," Jim squeezed Leonard's shoulder.

"Fine. But if this goes south, you owe me as many drinks as it takes to forget this whole debacle." The doctor downed the last of his glass.

"Bones if this goes south, I'll eat my hat."

"You don't have a hat."

"Point still stands. It'll work, you just have to have a little faith. And lucky for you, I have enough faith for the both of us." Jim winked.

Leonard wished he had Jim's enthusiasm. Officious little prick, he thought to himself...Dammit, now I'm quoting Stephen King.

~~~

Shore leave was just around the corner and Leonard was no closer to his goal of asking you on a date. Everyone was running around, trying to prepare the ship for inspection, he still had his normal duties to attend to, neither of you had time for coffee all week, Spock was being especially nitpicky about protocol, and he was anxious about what you'd say when he eventually got around to asking the million dollar question.

Yeah, Leonard was about ready to lose his marbles.

He was prepping the supply storage units, when Spock strolled in for the tenth time that day.

"Dr. McCoy," Spock greeted, startling Bones to the point that he nearly dropped his box of gauze.

"My god man, what the hell do you need this time?" Leonard implored, "don't you have anything better to do with your day than pester me?"

"Indeed I do, doctor" Spock replied.

Leonard huffed and sat down his box, "then what is it, did you miss my face or something?"

"I saw your face only moments ago, I have no need to miss-"

"It was a joke Spock, what do you want?" Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I came to inform you that I saw Commander Y/L/N coming in this direction." Spock stated.

Leonard raised an eyebrow, "and?"

"It is my understanding you are anxious to speak with them regarding your-" Spock started.

"Your understanding is correct, I just..." Leonard sighed and shook his head.

"Would it help if I told you the odds that they will say yes?" Spock asked.

"Never tell me the odds Spock," Leonard grumbled.

"Then I will simply say, good luck." Spock turned and left again, leaving Bones to decide if he was ready for this. He didn't have time for a decision, because there you were in the doorway with two mugs in your hands.

"Hey, stranger," You laughed. "Looks like I got here just in time, you look like you need some." You handed over the cup and Leonard took it gratefully.

"Thanks," Leonard offered you a smile and took a sip from his mug. It was just how he liked it, right down to the temperature. Together, they retreated to the safety of his office. Once inside, they fell into their usual conversation. He waited until things got quiet, then he decided to go for it.

"So, got any plans for shore leave?" Leonard asked, leaning back in his chair in an effort to appear more at ease.

"No, not really. Maybe I'll visit with a couple friends, catch up on sleep. How about you? got any exciting plans?" You leaned in, resting your chin on your hand.

"Not yet," he admitted. "But I'm hoping to make some."

"Oh? You got someone special in mind?" You hummed.

"Someone incredibly special, yeah." Leonard smiled. So far, so good.

"Oh, well I hope it goes well." You shifted awkwardly in your seat.

"Me too..." Leonard agreed. You both didn't speak for a moment, the distant hum of the warp core did little to tame the silence.

"Hey Y/N... I was thinking maybe we could go to that restaurant you like, you know the one with the really good Chicken Parmesan you're always talking about." He mused, "what do you think?"

"I, um... I think they'd like it" The smile you gave him looked...sad?

"What are you talking about? Who'd like it?" Leonard couldn't possibly be more confused.

"Your special someone?" It was your turn to look confused.

You've got to be kidding me

"I'm talking about you darlin', do you want to go to that restaurant with me, just us, nobody else. You and me. Together." Leonard clarified, meeting your gaze.

You looked positively flabbergasted. He couldn't possibly mean what he was saying, right? There was no way Leonard wanted to... I mean, he was way too good for you! You had been trying for months to get his attention, to no avail. This must be a dream. You're going to wake up any minute.

"Darlin'?"

"I, uh...what?" You blinked out of your daze.

"Dammit Y/N, I'm trying to ask you out on a date!" Bones ran a hand through his hair, exasperation evident in his tone.

"Really? Me?" You asked hopefully.

"Yes!" He replied "Look, it's okay if you don't w-" You suddenly burst into laughter and all the words died on his lips. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, I'm sorry! It's just-" You giggled, "I actually came here to do the same thing..." You said sheepishly as you dug into your pocket "I, um... I got us tickets to see your favorite band. Figured if you said no, you could just take Jim instead." You handed the tickets over to him.

Leonard stared at the tickets in his hand, shock written all over his face. "Sweetheart, are you telling me we've both been dancing around each other for months, when we could have been doing stuff like this the whole time?"

"Seems that way, yes."

Leonard smiled and shook his head. "We're not very good at this, are we?"

"Not at all," You laughed. "Ahoy McCoy? What was I thinking?"

"Points for creativity darlin'," Bones chuckled. He almost couldn't believe things had turned out so perfectly. But in his experience, coincidence didn't exist. "Jim knew, didn't he?"

"He was actually the one who pushed me to come here," you admitted.

"Same. The bastard told me you'd say yes... Guess this was one of the few times I should have trusted him." Leonard concurred.

"So... What now, doctor?" You leaned a little closer. How had he never noticed your eyes before. He knew they were beautiful of course, but the way they were looking at him now made him weak in the knees. Had you always looked at him like that?

"Well, for now we're going to finish up our shifts, wouldn't want anyone to think we're slackers. But later, we're going to meet at the recreation room for a drink, possibly a game of darts. Then we'll see where the night takes us," McCoy smirked.

"How romantic, I can hardly wait for you to sweep me off my feet, they're killing me from all this running around, you know?~" You mused, resting your chin on your palm.

"Now you listen here darlin'. I'm a doctor, not a broom." Bones couldn't hide his amusement when you rolled your eyes at him.

"Well, what if I sweep you off your feet then?"

"You'll have to be careful, you might drop me and we could end up tangled in a whole mess of limbs."

"Oh, I'm counting on it.~" You teased.

Leonard swallowed hard and hid his bashfulness with a sip of his coffee, "Well in that case, sweep away."

You laughed again and McCoy was sure he had never heard a more beautiful sound in his life. He could see a future with you then. He wanted to sweep you off your feet, kiss you until you were breathless, share coffee with you early in the morning, and swap stories until late in the night. He wanted to introduce you to his daughter.

Baby steps.

"I hate to cut this short doctor, but I left the ensigns alone for too long, I'm worried there will be no lab to return to. I'll see you tonight?" You asked, fidgeting nervously with cuffs of your sleeves.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm not going to change my mind." Leonard smirked.

You blushed and smiled in relief, "good! Great!" You stood, grabbed your mug, and sauntered happily to the door. You paused just a moment and looked back at Bones sweetly. "See you later, handsome."

"See you later Y/N," replied Leonard. You gave him a cute little wave before hurrying back to the labs.

Once he was alone again in his office, Bones leaned back in his seat and admired the tickets on the desk. He almost couldn't believe how thoughtful you were, but this wouldn't be the first time you gave him an incredible gift. A couple months after you met, Bones had mentioned offhandedly that he missed a particular brand of whiskey from Earth. Despite being light years away, you managed to find some and give it to him. It wasn't even a special occasion, you got it just to make him happy. Leonard supposed he should have realized your feelings for him right then and there. Damn. He really was oblivious.

McCoy wanted to give you something tonight- no, he needed to give you something tonight. Something sweet, something romantic, something that says: 'you're special to me and I need to show it to you because I'm terrible with words'. But where was he going to find something like that on a starship? The botany labs. Flowers make for a great gift on a first date! Maybe if he was lucky, they would have irises growing down there. So what if bouquets are a little sappy?

A little sap never hurt anybody after all.

[space-helen]

E.T

Words: 739

Pairing: Spock x Reader

A/N: This is the first thing I've written since last October so... I'm sorry if this is clunky. I'm note sure which Spock you wanted it for so I went AOS but I think it's pretty 'neutral' Spock if that makes sense?

Request: Spock's reaction to female reader singing the song E.T. by Katy Perry cause the reader lost a bet to Kirk so now she has to sing that song to basically admit she likes Spock. As a added bonus you can add a part where Spock tells Kirk that was unnecessary since he and the reader are already dating. If you don't like the bonus idea just ignore it! Keep up the awesome writing! - @originaltyphoonkryptonite

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“You’re not being serious?”

“I won Y/N. A deals a deal.” Jim said with a smile.

You rolled your eyes “The song is so, incredibly, old. Could you not pick something more current?” 

“It just makes it funnier. It’s a classic.” the man put his hand on your back and began to guide you towards Spock's quarters. 

Grumbling as you went he quickly shoved you inside. Spock stood from where he was sitting and looked between the two of you. “What is the problem? You look distressed.” his eyes fell to you.

“Nothing, nothing.” you turned around to leave but Jim stopped you and turned you back around. 

“Y/L/N.” it was almost a warning from your Captain.

“Spock.” you looked at the man before looking down at the floor and hesitating, this was so embarrassing “You’re so hypnotizing.”

“Y/N” Spock spoke, grounded to his spot as Jim nudged you.

“Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?”

“Sing” Jim whispered under his breath.

You sighed and the next parts came out with some tune “Your touch, magnetizing, feels like I am floating. Leaves my body glowing.” the following lines came out rushed and you took a break.

“Properly now.” Jim encouraged.

“Y/N please-” came Spocks voice as he took a step towards you. 

“Kiss me, ki-ki kiss me. Infect me with your lovin’ fill me with your poison. Take me, ta-ta-take me. Wanna be your victim ready for abduction. Boy, you’re an alien. Your touch, so foreign It’s supernatural. Extraterrestrial.” you quickly turned to Jim “Happy now?”

“The whole song-”

“I’m not singing the whole song Jim that’s ridiculous. I think you’ve made me get my point across alright?” 

“And what point would that be Captain?” Spock questioned Jim directly.

“Come on Spock, think about the words. What do you think she’s trying to tell you?”

“Was this your scheme to get Y/N to tell me that she finds me attractive?”

“Well… Yes it was.” he moved his hand to the back of his neck and looked at you.

“Did it ever occur to you that I may already know this?”

“You- Then why would you pass up the opportunity?” you watch Jim sweat under the pressure.

“Did you consider in any way that Y/N and I may be in a relationship at present?”

“You’re what?” the man looked between the two of you “Impossible. Actually impossible. Why would Y/N have been so scared to come here and sing?”

“We were keeping it a secret” you pitched in “We didn’t want everyone to know right away. Plus I was so embarrassed. I don’t like singing in front of people.The whole situation was just awkward.” you made a gesture to the room.

“I take your point but really? You weren’t going to tell me?”

Spock came to stand beside you as you spoke “We were going to tell you at the game night on Saturday.”

“We thought it would be best to tell everyone at the same time. Before we go on shore leave. To give you all time to digest the information.”

Jim nodded “Right.” he hesitated for a second “So I’m not allowed to tell anyone before Saturday?”

You shook your head “we’d prefer it if you didn’t”

“So I won’t get the joy of telling everyone I got the two of you together.”

You beamed with a smile “No Jim, no you won’t. But you can keep that little narrative in your head if that makes you happier.”

“That I will.” he smiled. He gave the two of you one last look and you could see a gleam in his eyes. “I should leave the two of you love birds to it.” turning on his heels he quickly left. You heard him clap his hands together and laugh as he moved through the doorway “perfect just perfect.” 

As the door closed behind him you wrapped your arm around Spock and gave him a side hug. “I’m sorry. Jim insisted.”

“It was probably for the best. He may have combust if he found out with the others on Saturday.”

“You’re not wrong there.” breaking away from the hug you straightened out your uniform. “I’ll catch you later, I should probably get back to work.”

“I await your return.” he watched as you walked out of his quarters and he could feel his eyes expression soften in admiration.

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[mystery-star]

Occupational Hazard - Spock

Pairing: Spock x fem!reader

Warnings: robbery and insults

Words: 717

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You had never believed that there would somewhere be a planet that was almost exactly like Earth during the early 20th century. And while the inhabitants did not call themselves ‘human’ one could almost think you had just landed in an old, American city. Since the Captain had been fascinated to find out more and put together a landing party. Since the aliens looked very similar except for two single facial ridges, you even could meet the natives, of course pretending you were from the planet too. What made you especially happy was that you could be down there with your husband. But as history expert you figured it was logical that you would be part of the small landing party that went down first.

As you walked along the streets, you were happily rambling about certain stuff you found, marveling at the similarities to Earth of the time. And yet, there were some differences, which were even more interesting. Spock patiently listened and sometimes did his own scans or asked questions. Suddenly, there was a young man in front of you.

“Hand over your dough and valuables, now!”

“I am neither carrying rough bakery products nor valuables with me at the moment. Even if I did I fail to understand as to why I would want to give them to you”

“Oh yeah? Maybe this helps” he pulled out a gun. Had Spock been human, there surely would have been a frown on his forehead

“Are you attempting to engage in a barter transaction?”

“If you wanna call it that” the guy adjusted his hair “Your money or your lives”

“I doubt this qualifies as a legal swap”

“Spock” you hissed, nudging his side because he was unknowingly making the situation worse

“Finally sunk in, huh? Now give it to me”

“As I have stated previously, I carry neither of the objects you desire and if I had them, I would be disinclined to leave them to you”

“Thinking you’re funny?”

“I am merely being serious and honest”

“Well, maybe the whore listens” he pointed his gun at you and you took a small step back “That gun you wear and your… whatever its” the pointed at the tricorder that you wore around your hip. Exchanging a glance with Spock you just wanted to hand them over because you didn’t fancy being shot.

“I would appreciate if you did not refer to my spouse in such a pejorative manner, especially seeing that her profession is entirely different from the one you have mentioned”

“You know what, cocksucker? I’ve had enough of you” with that he pointed his gun at your husband, making you cling to his arm.

“Please” you said, directed at both of them. To Spock that he should just shut up and to the man to stop “He’s just trying to be funny. He doesn’t mean it. Here” you took off the tricorder but Spock caught your wrist

“Handing over our equipment would violate the prime directive”

“And let him violate us instead? This is a robbery”

“See now, I think your Missy’s seeing sense”

“Robberies have always been considered a crime, no matter the culture” he told your attacker, who didn’t seem to like it at all

“Spock” you gently touched his arm and lowered your voice so only he could hear you “Let’s just give it to him and then you take him out. No harm done. ‘Cause even if such pistols are old they still were deadly” your husband didn’t react and at first you thought he had not heard you but then he gave a nod and took off his own tricorder. When the robber leant forward to take it Spock’s hand shot forward and he nerve pinched the guy, making him fall to the floor with a groan. You let out a relieved breath.

“Perhaps this individual would be better off searching for work instead of threatening people on the street into giving him their private possessions. I suppose it would a much safer occupation that would even earn him more” you chuckled

“Well yeah, work always was better and safer than robberies. Can’t be said for us though” you nudged him in the side with your elbow. “Our job almost got us robbed on the street right now”

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

May we have a oneshot based on this scene (https://youtube.com/watch?v=BgVJDd5vHfw&feature=share) for Spockxreader?

Omg, I love this scene! Of, course I will do it! I altered some parts just a little bit but the gist is the same. I hope you like it!

Title: Hello Sweetie

Pairing: Spock x fem!reader, implied platonic Jim Kirk x reader, and platonic Bones x reader

Warnings: canon violence, it's implied that Jim meddled for matchmaking purposes, nothing else I think

Word Count: 2924

She really shouldn’t have been here. Pure lunacy had gotten her here in the first place. Doctor (Y/N) (L/N) was never meant for this type of fieldwork and she was willing to bet that her own lack of skill was a huge reason why she was in this particularly dangerous situation. She was stood in the middle of a very ornate room �� a sort of banquet hall she surmised – with her hands cuffed in front of her. Her elegant dress was singed at the hem and her hair had fallen out of its elegant updo. She looked around and noticed there were a total of three other people in the room all of whom wore heavy robes with hoods to obscure most of their faces: the alien guard beside her the one behind her and the one standing by the door they just came in through.

            “You know when I get invited to parties, normally there’s food,” She said to the guard who stood closely to her right. He did not acknowledge her at all and his large, bug-like eyes stayed focused on the door at the other end of the room. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “So much for small talk.”

            As she shifted her weight from foot to foot with impatience she couldn’t help but place partial blame on the genius who thought this plan up in the first place. Captain James T. Kirk. Just a day earlier he had cornered (Y/N) in her office and asked her to take part in a simple recognizance mission.

“I’m telling you this is an easy mission and it will go off without a hitch! You’re in, you’re out, you’re done,” Kirk pleaded as he followed her out into the main area of the medbay. He had just explained how it would be perfect for her because she was sociable and friendly. Of course, he couldn’t help but add in the added benefit of her good looks. “People will be spilling their guts to you! All you gotta do is bat those eyelashes.”

“Captain, this is harassment. I told you: missions like that are not in my job training.” (Y/N) turned to face Kirk and used her hand to apply emphasis to her statement. “I. Am. Not. Going. End of story.”

The door opened after what felt like hours but what was only a few minutes. (Y/N) watched as an alien that looked similar to the guard but larger walked confidently into the room accompanied by a few other guards. The big alien was dressed in fine clothes and had an elaborate and heavy-looking headdress on, signaling to (Y/N) that it would be good for her health to not piss him off. She stayed silent until the alien stood so close to her that she could smell him. He smelled of rotten meat and expensive oils.

“You are Doctor (Y/N) (L/N) of the starship Enterprise.” He said. “I have reason to believe you are a cohort of Commander Spock.”

This took (Y/N) by surprise. Her brows furrowed and her lips tugged into a frown. Sure she had worked with Spock plenty of times but surely not enough to be considered a cohort, or associated with him by name.

“I think there’s been some sort of mistake here. I don’t even know Commander Spock that well!”

“Spock suggested you specifically for the mission.”

(Y/N) paused and dropped her hand down to her side. Kirk could very well be lying just to get her to agree but then why else would he want a surgeon doing a spy’s job.

“No, he didn’t. You just want me to give in,” She huffed and gathered some old patient files that needed to be sorted and brushed passed Kirk and into her office. She couldn’t deny the rush of warmth spreading across her face but she could do her best at hiding it.

“I’m serious! He said you were beautiful and that you would be disarming enough to get people to talk to you about anything,” Kirk once again followed (Y/N) into her office but this time stopped to lean on the door frame. He crossed his arms and smirked as he watched the doctor deadpan at him.

“Commander Spock said that? Those exact words?” She didn’t believe Spock even knew how to actually compliment people, even behind their backs.

The alien huffed and one of his henchmen stepped forward. He was very scrawny and his large eyes darted wildly around the room.

“We have reliable intel that you are close to the Enterprise’s second-in-command and we would like you to divulge his whereabouts. We know that he has been trying to infiltrate our databases and that is a crime that can not go unpunished,” his voice was harsh, like a steaming tea kettle and (Y/N) winced.

“Well, I’m sorry but your intel is wrong. I wouldn’t even classify us as friends. Well, I mean it’s not that I don’t want to be his friend. I actually like him a lot but he spends just about every moment with me in silence or critiquing me so-“

“Enough! Quit your useless rambling and tell us where he is!” The boss alien thundered out so loud that the floor seemed to shake. (Y/N) was officially freaked out.

“Look, I’m telling you, I have no idea where he is! I don’t even know if he’s on this planet!” She pleaded with the aliens and hoped they believed her because it was the truth. She hadn’t seen Spock for a while, even before Kirk made her go on this mission.

“Yeah, he didn’t say those exact words but that’s definitely what he meant to say. I could tell.”

“Kirk, get out of my office.”

Kirk sighed and walked up to the desk, “Just please do this mission. We are so close to our goal we just need a little push. (Y/N)-

            “Doctor (L/N).”

            “(Y/N). Please.”

If there’s one thing that (Y/N) can’t resist, it’s James being sincere. It just happens so rarely that she caves right away. After a moment of glaring into Kirk’s pleading eyes, she rubbed her eyes and sighed, “Fine!”

            “Yes!” Kirk pumped his fist in victory.

            “But I want to talk to Spock first.”

Kirk paused and side-glanced before looking back at (Y/N), “You can’t.”

            “Why not?”

            “Cause he’s on the mission.”

            “I thought you said he asked for me. How could he have told you that if he’s on mission already?” (Y/N) raised an accusatory eyebrow, she was sure she caught Kirk in his lie but he was quick.

            “Because he just left this morning. Now find your hottest dress and meet me in the transport room for your briefing,” Kirk tapped the desk before quickly exiting the room.

            “Wait, Now?!”

(Y/N) could honestly say she had not thought of how to get out of a situation like this. All attention was on her – something that she would normally thrive with – but she was at a loss for words for the first time in her life. The big alien grumbled and leaned forward to look closer at her face. She didn’t hide her fear.

            “Look, I swear on my life I don’t know what Spock is doing or where he is,” She couldn’t hide the tremble in her voice but she tried to be as firm as possible.

            “Humans,” the alien spat, “They lie so blithely.”

            “I’m not lying!”

            “How can you claim to like someone but know nothing about them? You are lying!”

(Y/N) huffed and rolled her eyes, “Just because I like him does not mean he likes me! The guy does not even think that way! He doesn’t talk to me unless it has something to do with my job!” She had stepped forward during her rant but was immediately seized by the guards that were closest to her. They gripped tightly on her upper arms but the guard on her left quickly loosened his grip and she couldn’t help but think that the sensation was familiar. It reminded her of her first meeting with Commander Spock.

            She was in a hurry to get to the medbay as she had been sent a 9-1-1 message by Bones. In her hurry she had been completely disregarding the safety of other people in the halls, bumping into several people while shouting an apology over her shoulder. It was while she was giving one of these hurried apologies that she managed to bump into a solid form that barely stumbled while she went tripping toward the ground. With a yelp, she braced for the ground but was stopped by a strong hand taking hold of her upper arm.

            “Doctor (L/N), it’s not safe to be running through the halls. The hazard is amplified when one is not paying attention.”

The monotone voice of Commander Spock caused (Y/N) to snap her eyes open and scramble to stand on her own two feet rather than being suspended by her arm.

            “Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry, Commander! You’re totally right, I wasn’t paying attention-“

            “Apology accepted, Doctor,” Spock interrupted her rambling and then walked passed her without waiting for a response. (Y/N) huffed and frowned as she too walked away from the scene of the social crime.

            “Well, isn’t he a sweetie,” She grumbled before picking up her pace through the halls, this time paying attention to where she was going.

            From then on, “sweetie” was (Y/N)’s nickname for Spock. She was careful to never say it to his face since she had worked with him a lot more since the “incident” but in private and amongst friends, the sarcastic endearment rolled easily off the tongue. It got to the point where she even used it with the Captain.

            “Why do you call him that, it’s weird,” Kirk questioned one day over drinks in the lounge.

            “Because every time I talk to him, he’s an asshole. I think it’s funny.”

Kirk laughed and sipped his whiskey. “Well, I think you might have a crush on our favorite Vulcan.”

            “Oh, I definitely do,” (Y/N) was very direct. Kirk choked on his drink in surprise and coughed as (Y/N) continued, “But that’s out of the equation because I don’t even think Spock thinks about anyone unless they’re useful for something he needs doing.”

            (Y/N) downed the last of her drink and shook her head to try to rid herself of the floaty state the alcohol put her in. In the morning, she would regret letting James Kirk in on her best-kept secret but she was not worried about that or anything else except for going to bed.

            “Well, speak of the devil,” Kirk said with a smirk. Spock walked in with his hands clasped behind his back and his usual blank expression. Upon noticing the state of his friend and his colleague he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

            “Oh, hello, sweetie!” (Y/N) laughed at her own words and Kirk couldn’t help but laugh as well. Spock was stunned into silence. He let his hands drop to his sides and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He didn’t know exactly how to respond, she had never called him anything other than his name and rank before. He decided to ignore the sudden endearment.

            “Captain, you’re needed on the bridge,” He managed to finally say what he needed to say before quickly turning and leaving the room.

            When Kirk took the liberty of retelling the story to (Y/N) the next morning, she was mortified.

            The large alien hisses to one of his henchmen in a language (Y/N) doesn’t understand and then another one of them steps forward. In a tone that seemed to be unsure of the words he was saying, he started,

            “Our studies show that typically when one human likes another, the feeling is reciprocated,”

            “Spock is not human,” (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh before correcting herself, “Well, not all human.”

            “Then you have no reason to protect him.”

            “That’s not how feelings even work! Not human ones! I admire him and I will protect him but I do not expect any such action from him. Just as I don't expect a sunset to admire me back or for the stars to gaze back at me! Feelings are not about reciprocity!”

            “This does not align with our intel,” The big alien was clearly angry, and (Y/N) had a strong feeling that things would not go well from here but as she said she would do her best to protect Spock.

            “Regardless of your intel,” (Y/N) scoffed, “Commander Spock has much more important things to do than worry about me or what I’m doing so. I’m of no use to you. Let me go.”

            Why did she never know when to shut up?

The large alien’s face stretched into what (Y/N) had to assume was his version of a grin but looked more like he was preparing to eat her. She wouldn’t doubt it if she was being honest.

            “If you are of no use for giving information, you can be put to other uses, Doctor.”

            “What? Wait!”

The guard to her right started to lead her back toward the door they came through and (Y/N) began to struggle.

            “Take her to the nursery, the larvae must be fed,” The big alien ordered with a loud cracking laugh. Just as (Y/N) yanked harshly away from the guard pulling her, the guard to her left took firm hold of her arm once more but instead of leading her forward, he tugged her back into him. Suddenly, he pulled a phaser and shot the other guard. Crying out in fear, (Y/N) struggled once more to get away from this rogue guard as the henchmen began to make their way over to stop him. The guard removed his hood and revealed his face.

            “Commander!” (Y/N) gasped and her cheeks reddened. Everyone paused for a brief moment of shock before the big alien roared for his henchmen and guards to seize the two star fleet officers. Spock shot a few more before looking down at (Y/N) with an almost unnoticeable smirk.

            “Hello, Sweetie,” He said before moving his grip from (Y/N)’s arm to her hand and pulling her to a run. (Y/N)’s face was warm and it was not because of the running. She couldn’t help but laugh as they ran through the corridors, dodging phasers and guards. “We have to get to the front entrance. That’s the only place Scotty can beam us up!” Spock shouted over his shoulder.

            “Right!”

They ran until they reached the front room. Standing in the middle of the room was not the best option but they were only there for a moment before they both felt the familiar feeling of being beamed up to the transport room. Upon their arrival, Spock immediately ushered (Y/N) toward the awaiting Doctor Bones.

            “I’m fine! Just a few cuts and bruises. Nothing I haven’t had before,” (Y/N) tried to wave the grouchy Doctor away but he swatted her hands away and then removed the cuffs.

            “I’ll be the judge of that, cupcake. You look like you caught on fire.” He was gesturing to the hem of her dress.

            “I think for a moment I did,” (Y/N) laughed while Bones shook his head.

            “All right, you’re free to go. You too, Spock.”

Bones finally released the two, though he had told Spock that he could leave about twenty minutes ago. The Vulcan had refused. Spock and (Y/N) walked side by side in silence for a while before Spock broke it.

            “You have misread me.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at her Commander who was still looking straight ahead. “What do you mean, Commander?”

            “My feelings about you. You have misread them.”

Her eyes widened. In the chaos of escape, she had forgotten that Spock was standing right next to her when she basically saying she loved him. Okay, slight exaggeration but she still felt embarrassed.

            “Oh.” That was all she said. All she could say. Another time of silence passed.

            “I apologize if my actions suggested that I do not enjoy your company,” Spock was deliberate with his words as if he didn’t know if what he was saying was the right thing. The tips of his ears were tinged a faint green when he finally paused in his step to look at (Y/N). She noticed the blush on his ears and couldn’t help the small smile that snuck onto her face.

            “So, you like to hang out with me?”

            “Well, I’ve never accompanied you in a social setting so it would be illogical for me to say that I like something that I have not tried.”

            (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

            “However, I do enjoy working with you. You are very good at your job, Doctor (L/N),” Spock clasped his hands behind his back so that (Y/N) would not see him picking at his cuticles. He was nervous.

            “(Y/N).”

            “Pardon?”

            “Call me (Y/N). Outside of work obviously,” (Y/N) shrugged and looked away from Spock’s intense gaze.

            “(Y/N).” She could’ve melted at the way her name sounded coming from his lips. It was experimental and a bit rigid sounding but it was a start. She finally looked back into Spock’s eyes and smiled brightly.

            “Do you want to go get dinner with me, Spock? I’m starving,” (Y/N) resumed her walk, this time in the direction of the cafeteria. She heard Spock’s steps fall in line with hers.

            “I highly doubt that you are starving. You always attend normal meal times which means you must have eaten this morning,” Spock said in a matter-of-fact tone. (Y/N) laughed and shook her head.

            “It’s an expression, Spock.”

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Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Seven

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Seven: Aboard the Enterprise

Summary: Spock Prime and (Y/N) Prime help Kirk get back to the Enterprise. Spock and (Y/N) have their own problems to deal with.

            “Hello!” said Kirk as he, Spock Prime, and (Y/N) Prime entered the Federation outpost on Delta Vega.

            A small officer speaking in an alien language greeted them in return and began to lead them through the post until they found another officer working on some of the machinery. The smaller officer tapped him in the back, and the officer turned around.

            “What?” He noticed the three looking at him, and he crossed his arms. “You realize how unacceptable this is?”

            “Fascinating,” said Spock Prime.

            “Wow,” said (Y/N) Prime.

            “What?” said Kirk, confused.

            ((Y/N) Prime was amused by the general confusion Kirk display whereas Kirk Prime just pretended like he knew what he was doing instead of showing confusion)

            “Yeah, I’m sure you’re just doing your job, but could you not come a wee bit sooner?” demanded the officer. “Six months I’ve been here, living off Starfleet protein nibs and a promise of a good meal. And I know exactly what’s going on here, okay. Punishment, isn’t it? Ongoing, for something that was clearly an accident.”

            “Scotty,” chuckled (Y/N) Prime.

            “Huh?” said Scotty.

            “You are Montgomery Scott,” said Spock Prime.

            “You two know him?” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) Prime smiled at him, and he understood. They knew the alternate timeline’s future version of him.

            “Aye, that’s me. You’re in the right place.” Scotty scoffed. “Unless there’s another hard-working, equally starved Starfleet officer around.”

            “Me,” said the smaller officer.

            “Keenser, shut up!” said Scotty. “You don’t eat anything. You eat like a bean, and you’re done. I’m talking about food. Real food.” He glanced at the new people. “But you’re here now, so thank you. Where is it?”

            “You are, in fact, the Mister Scott who postulated the theory of transwarp beaming,” said Spock Prime, fondly remembering his friend.

            “That’s what I’m talking about.” Scotty sighed. “How’ you think I wound up here? I had  a little debate with my instructor on the issue of relativistic physics and how it pertains to subspace travel.”

            That sounds like Scotty, thought (Y/N) Prime.

            “He seemed to think that the range of transporting something like a, like a grapefruit, was limited to about a hundred miles. I told him that I could not only beam a grapefruit from one planet to the adjacent planet in the same system, which is easy by the way, I could do it with a lifeform.” Scotty coughed. “So, I tested it on Admiral Archer’s prized beagle.”

            “Wait, I know that dog. What happened to it?” asked Kirk.

            Scotty avoided eye-contact. “I’ll tell you when it reappears.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I do feel guilty about that.”

            “Poor dog,” said (Y/N) Prime, shaking their head.

            “What if I told you that your transwarp theory was correct?” said Spock Prime. “That it is indeed possible to beam onto a ship that is travelling at warp speed?”

            “I think if that equation had been discovered, I’d have heard about it,” said Scotty.

            “The reason you haven’t heard about it, Mister Scott, is because you haven’t discovered it yet,” said Spock Prime.

            “I’m a, uh, what…” Scotty furrowed his brow. “Are you from the future?”

            “He’s taking it well,” said (Y/N) Prime, smiling.

            “Yeah. They are. I’m not,” said Kirk tiredly.

            “Well, that’s brilliant,” said Scotty. “Do they still have sandwiches there?”

            They had Scotty on board. Spock Prime and (Y/N) Prime explained the problem with Kirk filling in details they hadn’t seen from the planet below. Scotty understood that they needed to get Kirk back on board the Enterprise. All of them were willing to work together to do the right thing, and Scotty quickly escorted them to the Delta Vega transporter area.

            Spock Prime and (Y/N) Prime were particularly glad to have Scotty back. Every time they encountered one of their old friends, they felt a little stronger, a little more hopeful that Nero could be stopped. There was nothing the Enterprise crew couldn’t achieve. With all of them together…Nero couldn’t win.

            “Well, she’s a wee bit dodgy,” explained Scotty as he gestured to the transporter. “Shield emitters are totally bandjacked, as well as a few other things.” He began to fiddle with the controls and punch in equations. “So, the Enterprise as had its maiden voyage, has it? She is one well-endowed lady. I’d like to get my hands on her ample nacelles, if you’ll pardon the engineering parlance.”

            Some things never change, thought (Y/N) Prime. Scotty and his love for the Enterprise were a constant in every universe.

            Scotty looked at (Y/N) Prime and Spock Prime as Spock Prime sat down to work out some equations. “Except, the thing is, even if I believed you, right, where you’re from, what I’ve done, I don’t, by the way, you’re still talking about beaming aboard the Enterprise while she’s traveling faster-than-light, without a proper receiving pattern.” He glared at Keenser climbing some equipment. “Get off there! It’s not a climbing tree.” He looked back at the older officers. “The notion of transwarp beaming is like trying to hit a bullet with a smaller bullet whilst wearing a blindfold, riding a horse?” Spock Prime stood, and Scotty peered at what he’d programmed. “What’s that?”

            “Your equation for achieving transwarp beaming,” said (Y/N) Prime, smiling.

            “Imagine that,” mumbled Scotty. “It never occurred to me to think of space as the thing that was moving.”

            “You’re coming with us, right” asked Kirk, staring at (Y/N) Prime and Spock Prime.

            “No, Jim. That is not our destiny,” said Spock Prime, shaking his head.

            “We’ll make our own way off Delta Vega. But Nero cannot know we’re involved. It’ll only stoke his anger and make him harder to deal with since he could act rashly,” said (Y/N) Prime.

            “You’re desti—He, the other Spock, is not going to believe me. Only you can explain what’s gonna happen,” said Kirk.

            “(Y/N) will believe you,” said (Y/N) Prime.

            “And they can help get Spock to see reason,” said Spock Prime, nodding.

            He knew all about Spock’s softness for (Y/N), and he was absolutely certain that this timeline had the same love between them. Theirs was a love that couldn’t be changed. It transcended universes—they had seen it in the Mirror Universe, and they’d see it here.

            “But—”

            Spock Prime cut off Kirk. “Under no circumstances can those two be aware of our existence. You must promise us this.”

            “You’re telling me I-I can’t tell you that I’m following your own orders. Why not? What happens?” said Kirk.

            “The Enterprise of this timeline must be allowed to reach its full potential,” said (Y/N) Prime. “You have to learn to work together to defeat Nero, and knowing about us…it will only cause problems.”

            “Jim, this is one rule you cannot break. To stop Nero, you alone must take command of your ship,” said Spock Prime. That would put the Enterprise on the right track to being the talented, strong crew and ship it was in their timeline.

            “How? Over your dead body?” said Kirk sarcastically.

            “Preferable not,” said Spock Prime.

            “Please don’t kill him. I and this timeline’s (Y/N) would be upset,” said (Y/N) Prime brightly.

            “However, there is Starflet regulation 6-1-9. 6-1-9 states that any command officer who’s emotionally compromised by the mission at hand must resign said command,” said Spock Prime.

            (Y/N) Prime looked at their husband in surprise. “Spock…” He was completely serious. He was suggesting forcing himself—a version of himself—to show emotions, something he disliked.

            “It’s what must be done, T’hy’la,” said Spock Prime.

            (Y/N) Prime nodded, but they still reached out and touched their first two fingers to his, and Spock Prime relaxed at the touch.

            Kirk looked between the two. He was putting together the relationship between them, which had taken a moment since he wasn’t used to Spock Prime or Spock’s softer side, but he could see the mutual care.

            Okay, so he really does have feelings, thought Kirk, and he began to understand Spock as a man beyond the Vulcan. “So…so, you’re saying that I have to emotionally compromise you guys?”

            “Jim, I just lost my planet,” said Spock Prime, his voice heavy. “I can tell you, I am emotionally compromised. What you must do is get me to show it.”

            “How?” said Kirk.

            “Spock cares about his friends and family,” said (Y/N) Prime, and Kirk looked at them. They smiled. “He doesn’t show it like others, but he does. If you insinuate he doesn’t…that would do it.” That's what they had done with the whole plants-controlling-mind's thing on Omicron Ceti III and what had made Spock Prime break down when unhibited after the trip to Psi 2000.

            “You know me very well, T’hy’la,” said Spock Prime. He was fortunate to have them by his side. If he was alone in this world…their loss would weigh heavily on him. He loved his t’hy’la.

            “Aye, then, Laddie. Live or die, let’s get this over with,” said Scotty, coming over as he finished his preparations. He and Kirk stepped onto the transporter pad. Keenser tried to follow, but Scotty pushed him back. “You cannae come with me. Go on.” He wouldn’t put his friend in harm’s way—only himself.

            “You’re coming back in time, changing history. It’s cheating,” said Kirk, staring at Spock Prime and (Y/N) Prime.

            “A trick I learned from an old friend,” said Spock Prime fondly, and (Y/N) wink smiled.

            “You would do the same, Captain Kirk,” said (Y/N) Prime with a wink.

            Spock Prime lifted his hand in a Vulcan salute as the transporter powered up. “Live long and prosper.”

            Kirk and Scotty dematerialized, and Keenser let out a sad sigh. (Y/N) Prime looked at him and smiled to alleviate the sadness clouding his aura.

            “They’ll be alright. And Scotty will come back for you,” said (Y/N) Prime.

            “Until then, we should make our own exit,” suggested Spock Prime. “Do you have a shuttle to refurbish?”

            Keenser nodded and rushed off. Spock Prime watched him go.

            “How are you feeling?” asked (Y/N) Prime.

            “I worry for the future of Vulcans and our culture,” said Spock Prime, straightforward with (Y/N) Prime. They were his spouse. They shared their troubles.

            “The Enterprise will stop Nero. Together, we’ve always handled everyone we’ve gone up against. From Khan to resurrection, we’ve faced everything, and we succeed because we’re together,” said (Y/N) Prime. They touched their fingers to his. “And while this Enterprise protects the galaxy and those within it, we can help Vulcan. Together.”

            Spock Prime’s gaze softened. “I am fortunate to have you by my side, T’hy’la.”

            “I’m here because I love you. Luck has nothing to do with it,” said (Y/N) Prime.

            Spock Prime leaned in and smiled slightly. “I love you, too, T’hy’la.” He kissed them.

            He had lost so much, from his previous timeline to his planet, but his love was still standing. They’d help Vulcan find a better future. Together.

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            Aboard the Enterprise, this timeline’s Spock and (Y/N) were hard to work trying to regain proper communication with Starfleet Command while the ship flew towards the Laurentian system in a desperate race to beat Nero.

            Chekov frowned as his display beeped with an alert. “Captain Spock, detecting unauthorized access to water turbine control board.”

            “Bring up the video,” said Spock.

            The security video appeared on the viewscreen, and it showed Kirk and another man soaking wet in the turbine section.

            “How did he get on board? We’re at warp,” said (Y/N), in surprise (and impressed).

            Spock furrowed his brow and pressed the comms button. “Security, seal the engineering deck. We have intruders in turbine section three. Set phasers to stun.”

            The security cameras showed officers coming to get Kirk and his new friend. They responded by running, but with the deck sealed, there wasn’t much they could do, so they were caught and dragged to the bridge where everyone stared at the soaking wet men.

            Were they in the water turbines? thought (Y/N).

            “Who are you?” said Spock, looking at Scotty.

            “Uh, Scott? I’m with him,” said Scotty, nodding to Kirk.

            “He’s with me,” said Kirk.

            “We’re traveling at warp speed. How did you manage to beam aboard this ship?” questioned Spock.

            “You’re the genius, you figure it out,” shot back Kirk.

            (Y/N) blinked. His emotions were filled with the anger they had been before. Is he…trying to rile up Spock? What good would that do him?

            “As Acting Captain of this vessel, I order you to answer the question,” said Spock.

            “Well, I’m not telling, Acting Captain,” retorted Kirk. “What di….What, now, that doesn’t frustrate you, does it? My lack of cooperation. That-that doesn’t make you angry?”

            Spock ignored Kirk and looked at Scotty. “Are you a member of Starfleet?”

            “I, um, yes. Can I get a towel, please?” asked Scotty awkwardly.

            (Y/N) tilted their head. Scotty seemed uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem surprised about the confrontation going on. What were those two thinking? Were they planning something? Who really was Scotty? Why was he helping Kirk?

            Something had happened while Kirk was gone. There was so much more focus in his mind.

            “Under penalty of court martial, I order you to explain to me how you were able to beam aboard this ship while moving at warp,” commanded Spock.

            “Well—”

            “Don’t answer him,” said Kirk.

            “You will answer me,” reiterated Spock.

            “I’d rather not take sides,” said Scotty as nervous emotions flittered through his aura.

            “What is it with you, Spock? Hm?” Kirk took a step closer to Spock. “Your planet was just destroyed, your mother and best friend nearly murdered, and you’re not even upset.” He followed (Y/N) Prime’s advice: challenge his feelings towards those he did care about.

            (Y/N) sucked in a breath and stood, their own anger flaring at the disrespect and callousness of the words directed at Spock. “Kirk!” they said, but Spock raised a hand to tell them to stand back, and (Y/N) bit their tongue, still furious.

            “If you’re presuming that these experiences in any way impede my ability to command this ship, you are mistaken,” said Spock, words still carefully monotone.

            “And yet you were the one who said fear was necessary for command,” said Kirk, still pushing at Spock. “Did you see his ship? Did you see what he did?”

            “Yes, of course I did,” said Spock curtly.

            “So, are you afraid or aren’t you?” challenged Kirk.

            “I will not allow you to lecture me about the merits of emotion,” said Spock, tone clipped in a way only (Y/N) noticed.

            Their brow creased in worry for Spock’s state of mind. The situation was hard enough without Kirk pushing him, trying to get him to react.

            “Then why don’t you stop me,” said Kirk, again stepping closer.

            “Step away from me,” said Spock, his tone not a warning but a statement. Anything he felt was still contained.

            “What is it like not to feel anger or heartbreak or the need to stop at nothing to avenge the threat to the life of the woman who gave birth to you, of the only person who actually acts like your friend?” said Kirk, voice low and cold.

            “Back away from me…” said Spock, tone low, and (Y/N) took a step towards the pair. They didn’t like where this was heading.

            “You feel nothing! It must not even compute for you!” said Kirk. “You never loved her or cared about them!”

            Spock let out a cry of anger and swung at Kirk. He stumbled back, and Spock attacked him again, throwing him onto a console and grabbing for his neck. The sudden swarm of anger and sadness made (Y/N)’s head spin. The intensity of Spock’s emotions surged outwards with his loss of control.

            “Spock!” said (Y/N), running forward to pull him off Kirk. Spock froze as their hands pulled him back, the feeling of their presence in the midst of his loss of control causing shame to run through him. (Y/N) held him still as Spock took several deep breaths, the heat of fury still running through his veins. “Kirk, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

            “I’m doing what I have to,” said Kirk.

            Upon hearing his voice, Spock tried to step forward again, and (Y/N) knew if he attacked, they couldn’t hold back his Vulcan strength.

            “Spock,” said a firm voice.

            Everyone froze and stared at the newcomer on the bridge. It was Sarek, Spock’s father. Spock straightened and immediately tried to compose himself. (Y/N) let go of him and stepped back respectfully. Sarek gazed at Spock, who averted his eyes.

            “I…am no longer fit for duty,” he said, voice tight. “I hereby relinquish my command, based on the fact that I have been emotionally compromised. Please note the time and date in the ship’s log.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes softened, and they fought the urge to follow Spock to check on him as he left. Sarek followed. It seemed the father and son (and likely Amanda would join them) were going to discuss all that had occurred.

            “You want to go after him, don’t you?” said Uhura quietly. “I can cover you if you’d like.”

            (Y/N) shook their head. “No. He needs time with his family. But…I will check on him after if he doesn’t return to working.” Because then something will be really wrong.

            Uhura nodded and squeezed (Y/N)’s shoulder in consolation.

            “I like this ship!” said Scotty brightly. “You know, it’s exciting.”

            “Well, congratulations, Jim,” said Bones with considerable less friendliness and a good helping of sarcasm. “Now we’ve got no Captain and no goddamn first officer to replace him.”

            “Yeah we do,” said Kirk, sitting down in the Captain’s chair.

            “What?” said Bones.

            “Pike made him first officer,” said Sulu.

            Was that…to become Captain? (Y/N) furrowed their brow. Just how much was Kirk planning? He had so much focus and intentional strategy. Something had definitely changed on Delta Vega.

            “You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Bones, staring.

            “Thanks for the support, Bones,” said Kirk.

            “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, Captain,” said Uhura, narrowing her eyes.

            (Y/N) moved back towards their station and paused behind the Captain’s chair. “This better have been for a reason.”

            “It was,” said Kirk, and his sincerity was startling. Then, he focused on the comms and began an announcement. “Attention crew of the Enterprise, this is James Kirk. Mister Spock has resigned commission and advanced me to Acting Captain. I know you were all expecting to regroup with the fleet, but I’m ordering a pursuit course of the enemy ship to Celia. I want all departments at battle stations and ready in ten minutes.” His gaze was set and defiant as he looked out at the stars on the viewscreen. “Either we’re going down or they are. Kirk out.”

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TOS!Spock x Fem!Reader; The Visitor Part 2

ON HIATUS FOR THE TIME BEING

Modern!AU where Spock is an alien who lands in the reader’s backyard and seeks shelter while repairing his ship. Eventual romance and smut.

In The Original Series it is said Spock is a vegetarian, not vegan, so I’m basing this part off of that information. 

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood and bodily harm. Awkwardness. Spock is tall and the Reader is not. Foot kink if you squint. Not proof read at all. PART ONE 

Part 2:  And the zipping white light beams disregarding bombs and satellites. That was the turning point- that was one lonely night

Sparse sun rays of a dreary morning ghosted through the curtains of your bedroom. The night was enveloped in sweaty tossing and turning. You remembered anxious nights before the first day of school where it took you hours to fall asleep and when you finally did you dreamt of still trying to fall asleep. You could never tell if you actually slept that way.

This night was no different.

It was easier to help your visitor into the house, as he wasn’t unconscious this time. He had leaned onto your shoulder and excused himself to the bathroom to change.

You hadn’t been sure what to do at that point, but directed him exhaustedly to a spare room. You had sealed most of the rooms to reserve heat to save money. You felt guilty for how cold it had been and thankfully the old heater in the corner worked.

You shut yourself up with your dog and lay with the fire poker for good measure. You were still equally spooked as you were tranced. Was it a dream? The green blood felt real, but it was so outlandish it couldn’t possibly be.

At some point Spaghetti was scratching the door so hard you let her out of the room. If she wanted her liver eaten, fine so be it.

When you were sure it was finally morning you roused from bed feeling your whole body ache.

You slowly pushed open the door wincing at the creak. His room was only a little down the hall. You ridiculously crawled on all fours until you came next to his doorframe. You swore you had left it closed but now it was just wide enough for your dog to push her way through.

You peeked in and saw he was lying under the two quilts you had placed atop him. Spaghetti was nestled into his side and you inwardly screeched. His head faced away from you as you slowly crept in. 

His chest rose and fell calmly. The pit of anxiety in your stomach unfurled into a sigh of relief. Spaghetti’s tail began to thump and you slowly crept back out. 

You dawdled to the den slowly and fumbled the fire poker back into its stand. 

You felt a chill slither down your back and absentmindedly you fiddled around for some kindling to make another fire. Despite not having cleaned out the ashes from the night before it caught easily. You would have to chop more before the weekend was over and fortunately for you the logs outside were protected with a tarp. Otherwise they would be soaking wet. 

You didn’t know why such a thing preoccupied your mind. There was a damn alien in your house and firewood was at the top of your list? 

You fell back into the couch. How long would he be here? Would his own kind come looking for him? Would your kind look for him? You desperately did not want the FBI knocking at your door. 

What the hell were you going to feed him? Could he eat Earth food? He did say he was half human-albeit he also said he was a vegetarian. What were you supposed to feed a vegetarian.

“Woof.”

“Dog,” you huffed in response, accustomed to your pet’s voice. 

“Human.”

You looked up to see your guest had risen, still in your grandfather’s clothes. He was a bit pale, but seemed alright for the most part. Spaghetti was at his side, tail still wagging. Damn dog. 

You stood immediately, “Did I wake you?”

“Yes, but it is of no consequence,” he replied, “I extend my gratitude for your assistance last night.”

You nodded, mouth feeling dry. You ran your fingers through your hair, finding a large knot. Your neck flushed. You must have looked awful. 

He himself endured the awkward silence. Spaghetti was the first to break it. 

“Breakfast,” you chirped, “I need to feed her. Are you hungry?”

You went into the kitchen, trying to smooth down your hair and retrieved her food bag from the pantry. If you didn’t keep it locked up she’d devour all of it in one day and probably die of an intestinal blockage. You almost learned that the hard way shortly after inheriting her and the house. 

Spaghetti trudged to you once her bowl was filled and began chomping away. 

Spock still stood at the corner of the rug, the left side of his frame bathed in little fire light. You avoided his gaze by ducking into the fridge.

“You said-eh-Vulcans don’t eat meat, right? Can Vulcans eat eggs and toast?” you asked, still feeling the heat at your neck and ears. 

“I suppose that will be acceptable.” 

His voice was much closer, causing you to jump and hit your head inside the refrigerator. You turned and found that indeed he was much closer than before. You hadn’t even heard his footsteps.

You had forgotten how tall he was. 

“Right!” you blurted, “I’ll get started on that. Do you drink coffee?”

He shook his head, “Although my mother has an affinity for it, Vulcans prefer tea.”

You nodded again, “I’ll see what I can do.” You began to rummage through the cupboard. 

“Could I be of assistance?” he asked, having taken a step back. Did he sense it-how you felt?

“No-no, please. You’re still hurt. Just sit down.”

He didn’t move to argue with you and did as instructed. He laid his hands atop the kitchen table, brushing off some crumbs from the placemat. 

Why were you so flustered by him? You didn’t feel that way helping him change or into bed. If anything you were wholly consumed by anxiety. 

What if you hadn’t stitched him properly? you remembered thinking, What if he bled to death in your house? 

He had developed a shiver about him that night so you layered him heavy with quilts, even pulling one off your bed for good measure. You had whispered fiercely into the old heater in the corner, threatening it with the dumpster if it didn’t turn on. Thankfully the old crystals rattled to life and filled the room with its orange glow. 

Now he was at your kitchen table politely and patiently waiting to be fed. Spaghetti was done with her own breakfast and settled at his feet. 

You scowled inwardly. That dog had never been that nice to you. You wondered if it was because of the scent of his clothes-reminding her of her old master. 

You managed to find some ancient tea your grandmother had in the cabinet and set the kettle to boil. You hoped to every and any holy entity it didn’t taste like shit. You fetched eggs from the fridge and procured a pan. 

“How do you like your eggs?” you asked. 

“I was not aware there were multiple ways to like them.”

“Well, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

“Am I to understand your kind consumes them?” he quipped.

You stifled a sigh, settling on whipping the eggs in a bowl, “No-we don’t eat cats. Well, some people might. I’ve never met one. It’s just an expression really.”

Neither had you seriously met someone seriously considering eating a feline either. You had only heard racists jokes, which was not something you wanted to unpack right now. 

While you were scrambling the eggs Spaghetti had managed to flip over her food bowl and began to whine. She sat sternly by it, despite the fact that it had long been empty and she knew how to flip it back. 

She whined loudly, wanting more kibble. 

“No,” you replied, “That’s all you get for now. Don’t indulge her-she’s just an asshole.”

Despite your order Spock was already crouching with the ghost of a wince on his features. He flipped the bowl back over. 

You were seriously considering eating dog. 

“Do your people have expressions?” you asked after depositing toast and eggs on a plate for the both of you. 

He settled back down at the table, his reply deterred by the sudden whistle of the kettle. You rushed to it, setting it off the eye. You poured the water in his cup, hoping the tea wasn’t awful. It almost looked like it dated nearly twenty years. When you had first moved in and were cleaning out the freezer you found frozen vegetable and meats dating even farther back. 

“Yes, but they are not as colorful as Terran ones I have found. I know a few from my mother, but none of the likes of which you shared today.”

You blushed again, “I’m sorry-it’s my raising I guess.” You set his plate and tea before him gingerly, avoid eye contact. You felt silly. 

You had a million questions. How far was Vulcan from Earth-what was it like? What was their language like? Did they all wear robes as he did or was that exclusively for travel? Were their more planets beyond Earth like Vulcan? Did all Vulcans have pointy ears?

“Do you have shame?” he asked. 

You were snapped out of your inner wondering. 

“What?” you sat across from him. 

“Your tone indicates your ‘raising’, as you put it, as an excuse rather than an explanation. It would seem you are shameful.”

You sighed for a moment and decided to be truthful, “Sometimes. Not for my grandparents or this house. I mean we weren’t the richest or the most sophisticated.”

He looked at his plate for a moment and picked up the fork, twisting it in his right hand. 

“I understand,” was all he offered. 

You normally ate a quick pace. Spaghetti had trained you that way. You had to be fast so she wouldn’t purposely drool all over your feet or lap. 

The visitor ate slowly, without an hint of whether he liked his breakfast or not. You flushed again at the sight of your empty plate and his still half full. 

He probably thought you were a pig. 

“Do you?” you blurted. 

“Pardon?” He glanced up from his ministrations. 

“Feel ashamed of your upbringing?” 

“Vulcans do not feel shame,” he stated plainly, resuming his meal. Spaghetti trudged over to him and began to slobber at his socks. He gently prodded her head to the side, not paying her much attention other than so.

“Why?” you asked incredulously. 

“Shame is a human emotion.”

“What-do Vulcans have their own set or something?” you snarked, allowing yourself to giggle. 

“Vulcans adhere to a practice in which we do not partake in such expression. Such is the philosophy of Surak.”

You stared at him. Like you were supposed to know what that meant.

“Who’s Surak?”

His right brow twitched ever so slightly. 

“A Vulcan philosopher.” He drank his tea, once again with no hint to whether it tasted good or bad. “One who taught that emotions makes one illogical and hindered the improvement and growth of a successful and peaceful society.”

You tapped your foot, beginning to feel the red swell on aggravation behind your lips.

“You have no shame, yet you understand it? How is that possible?”

“I was taught the history of my civilization. We were once like the humans-living rashly at the expense of survival-at the expense of our evolution to a greater society.” 

“So, what, you’re saying Vulcans are better than humans for that?”

He placed the utensil back down cleanly on the plate and moved his elbows to prop on the table. He steepled his long fingers and locked his eyes with yours.

“Once again you keep inferring from declarations I have not given.”

You crossed your arms, “Indirectly. You were once like humans and now that you’re not you’re better for it?”

“Once again-”

The shrill bell of the kitchen phone interrupted the tension, slicing through it with each ring.

You went to it quickly, leaving your breakfast alone. Please, God, don’t let it be the FBI. 

“Hello?” 

“Good mornin’!”

“Doctor Beltik!” you strained through clenched teeth. You instantly recognized the cheery voice, slowly deteriorating in sharpness from its age. 

The town veterinarian was as old nearly as the town itself-as old as your grandparents would be if they were still here. He was a good friend to them and Spaghetti’s mortal enemy. 

“Little lamb, how are ya?”

“I’m well.” 

You glanced back at Spock and mouthed an apology. He only nodded ever so slightly and continued his breakfast while coolly keeping your dog at bay with the heel of his foot. 

A fucking pro already. You chuckled at that. 

“And the ole girl?” 

You stifled a huff. You did not have time for old chit chat, as much as you loved the old vet. 

“She’s the same-Doctor Beltik I really-” you started but were cut off.

“I won’t keep ya long, lamb, I wanted to ask if your power went out last night. It was quite a storm-largest lightening strike we’ve seen since your ma was a wee thing! Darned thing lasted a long time, nearly blinded me! Not that I’m not already halfway there anyway.”

You paled a bit feeling the eggs churn in your belly. What if someone saw the crash or the ship? How foolish could you be to think anyone could really believe that that was lightening. The vet was a fossil and maybe a little silly, but anyone in their right mind-”

“Y/N?” the vet asked, “Ya still there?”

“Yes!” you sputtered, “It woke me up, but I didn’t have too much trouble going back to sleep. Bad weather is like white noise, y’know.”

“Did your power go out? All of downtown went black.”

Shit. 

“Wow, really? Uh-it did for a short time. Listen, doc-I’ve got biscuits in the oven-”

“That’s alright. Enjoy your Sunday, lamb!”

“Thankyou, Doctor Beltik.”

You hung up the phone and grumbled. You smoothed out your robe and turned around.

The table was empty. No spaceman. Spaghetti was sniffing at the back door after leaving a trail of drool from where Spock had sat to the doorframe. 

Great, just great. 

---

You were already half way out the door, tugging your rainboots when you spotted him at the tree line. 

“Spock!” you called, “What’re you doing?”

It had already began to sprinkle. You darted towards the tree line, the ache in your calves reminding you of the night before-both dragging and half carrying him. 

You nearly ran into him as he stopped so suddenly you had no time to slow down. He steadied you with a strong hand, fingers brushing the bare skin of your collar bone. Droplets of morning drizzled flecked his dark hair and you found yourself crooning your neck back to meet his gaze. 

“I must repair the ship,” he stated plainly, unmoved by your close proximity to him. 

You couldn’t speak. The pads of his fingers were warm at the base of your throat. You felt a chill run up the entirety of your body. 

“Breathe,” he commanded. 

You took in the damp morning air and felt your face go hot immediately. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath.

He let you go and you instinctively took a step back. Your brain was fuzzy. It kept shouting the same things over and over, as if arguing with itself. 

Friend. Predator. Stranger. Liver.  

You hated how tall he was. 

He turned curtly and began into the woods. You bumbled after him. 

“I hope no one saw the crash,” you informed him, shivering. “The vet over the phone saw the light from your ship and it knocked out the town’s power, not just my house last night!” 

“There was suitable cloud cover and I was able to move quietly under the detection of Earth’s authorities,” he replied, “Until the storm worsened. I was temporarily blinded and almost struck a metal structure- I believe it’s purpose is to provide the facilities to operate mobile communications.”

“You mean a cell tower?”

You stumbled over a root, sliding in the mud. You grabbed onto his sleeve without thinking. He locked his grip under your elbow and helped you along. You felt pathetic, but steadier. 

“Affirmative. Fortunately, I avoided it,” he explained, “But I was not so quick to avoid the trees up there.” 

He motioned with his hand and you saw the tops of the evergreens were indeed quite taken out. 

The ship loomed into view, sleek and colorless in design. It seemed smaller in the daytime. 

He stopped short of where the ramp used to be and pressed his fingers to the cool metal. The maw of the ship opened quietly and out streamed the light again. 

“The right side of the landing gear is damaged along with a small piece of the hull. Some of the infrastructure of the cargo bay has been warped,” he continued, still leading you carefully up the slick ramp. It’s almost like he knew how you had to crawl that night in order to keep from falling.

He was right. In the dark you had never seen it. Beams fashioned of the same white metal that crafted the cargo hold were indeed bent and some broken. One had been completely severed and was like a sharp pike. It sported a coat of dried green. 

You glanced at his right flank and back up at him. He did not acknowledge your expression of horror.

“What is unknown to me is how the sensors did not detect the cell tower.”

You realized he was still holding on to your elbow. 

“Maybe something was already broken?” you offered in a soft voice. 

He looked down at you and removed his hold. 

“I will investigate as I was not able to last evening,” he replied already starting up the ladder. “Then I must repair the ship and return to Vulcan.”

You followed after him carefully, not wanting to fall. “And how are you gonna do that? There’s not exactly many alien spaceship workshops around here.”

You poked your head through. The cockpit seemed to have the Tardis effect. Unlike the outside it seemed much bigger on the inside. Lines of soft light lined the elongated wind screen and the runway between seats. Spock was kneeling at the console. 

“Aboard each private Vulcan vessel are tools and minor parts for replacement. Although it will take me some time I should be able to repair it sufficiently to return me home.”

You ran your fingers gently along the railing along the bottom of the glass outlooking the forest. 

You finally registered what he had said and whipped around. 

“You can’t do that in the middle of the woods out here! Someone already noticed the ship’s light last night. Who knows that someone won’t come poking around here. You-” you sighed and rubbed your temples, “-you need somewhere to work.”

He stood, once again towering over you at too close distance. “I suppose you already have a space in mind?”

“Actually,” you tapped your finger against your lips, “I might. If it will fit. God willing.”

He eyes did not meet yours, but below. You didn’t realize it at first but his gaze was following your finger, right at your lips. You didn’t know if he knew it, but he had began to chew on his bottom lip. 

You felt heat blooming at your neck. 

“But-!” you interrupted your line of thinking, “I don’t think I can tow this thing with my truck. Can it fly anymore?”

He nodded, “That is something I can tend to now. Although it is still cloudy it might be preferrable if we perform this operation at night.”

“This thing already stands out like a sore thumb from the sky-I mean it’s straight chrome almost.”

Almost. Not nearly as silver. More delicate and duller. 

“Then I shall try now,” he said and rapidly moved back to the console, flipping switches and the like.

“Wait-wait-” you scrambled back to the ladder, “I don’t want to be on this thing when it moves.” 

You were already half way down when he murmured, 

“Humans. So peculiar.”

--

How it fit into your garage was nothing short of a miracle. You never kept the truck under there anyway. Most of your grandfather’s tools had been stuffed to the side. There’s used to be more vehicles,  but in your grandparents will you had been instructed to sell the car and boat to help you with your finances. You could sell the house if you wanted, but you didn’t. 

Not yet anyway. 

There was a large concrete pad in front of the double garage doors and you stood there in the raining morning, motioning with your hands for him to land there. From there on you guided him to slowly back in into place. It funnily reminded you of helping friends’ parents park at graduation. 

Instead of activating the ramp which if extended would destroy the stairs up into the rest of the house, he appeared from a sort of port hole near the back of the vessel. 

“This will do quite well, Y/N, thankyou,” he said.

You squeezed your arm and nodded. You looked up at the sound of Spaghetti scratching the basement door. 

“I-I need a shower,” you said, “Are you all set?”

“Affirmative.” 

He had already began to examine landing gear, having a sort of tool belt of sorts that resembled the ships lack of color and sleek design about his waist.

“I’ll be up stairs if you need anything. Just holler.”

“I will, pi’veh.”

You slipped out of your boots and left them at the base of the staircase. He glanced back at you as the creaking of your bare footsteps filled the room.

He turned back to his work, noting subconsciously that your nails were painted.

Peculiar indeed.

[courtofcravings]

Don't do anything stupid (2)

Bones thinks you and Captain Kirk are very similar, and it takes an away mission to prove him right.

Captain Kirk x reader

Fluff and Adventure (Completed Series) Warning: minor blood, needles, minor injuries. mild violence This is a rewrite of a fic called "Another You" I did. Fixed it up a bit. Read Part 3 here <3 Read Part 1 here

The mission had seemed straightforward: collect plant samples with regenerative properties to help with the tissue regeneration project you and Dr. McCoy had been developing in the lab.

But something had gone terribly wrong. You suspected it had something to do with the diplomatic party that accompanied you. Gathering the samples had been quick—fifteen minutes at most—but when you tried to contact the ship, there was no response.

No response from the mission team either. You pushed aside the thought that they might have forgotten you—unlikely, but still, it lingered. You couldn’t recall the exact location where they had been transported, and whether it was worth heading back to the last known coordinates was a debate you kept having with yourself.

You needed shelter—maybe even a fire. The temperature on this planet was plummeting, and it wasn’t safe to stay exposed. Without defence or a map of the dense jungle around you, you started walking. You couldn't help but remember how Bones had laughed when you'd confidently said nothing could go wrong.

"Y/N to Enterprise," you repeated under your breath every few steps, as you pushed through thick foliage. As night fell and the temperature dropped, your steps slowed. The shadows thickened, and it was becoming too dangerous to keep wandering without a plan.

Then, a flicker of light caught your eye. It was faint—barely visible through the underbrush. Could it be your crew? You considered the possibility of following it, but then a thought flashed through your mind: like the anglerfish on Earth, was this light just a trap to lure you in?

It might be better to stay put, you reasoned. But where else could you go? Against your better judgment, you moved closer, pushing through the darkness.

The closer you got, the clearer the light became. It was a fire. You picked up your pace, relief flooding you as you heard voices—your crew, for sure. Almost to the camp, you were ready to shout their names when disaster struck.

Your foot caught on something, sending you sprawling. The rough ground scraped against your palms, and your knees slammed into the earth. Pain shot up your arms as you tried to push yourself up, wincing at a jagged cut on your forearm, likely from some hidden branch. Flushing with embarrassment, you tried to gather yourself before facing the others.

But as you approached, the relief quickly turned to dread.

Across the camp, your heart sank. Captain Kirk was tied to a massive tree, surrounded by unfamiliar figures. They weren’t attacking, but their stance—sharp, deliberate—they weren’t there for small talk. They were interrogating him. Panic surged in your chest, and you dropped to the ground, hiding in the brush.

The situation looked grim. Uhura stood between the captain and one of the aliens, her hands bound behind her. She was speaking urgently in a language you didn’t understand, her voice sharp, but there was an edge of command.

Nearby, Sulu and Spock were also tied. Several other crewmembers, ones you didn’t know as well, were scattered around the camp, eyes fixed on their captors in uneasy silence.

Uhura spoke again, but the alien leader barely reacted. Every few seconds, she would glance at Kirk, likely translating or negotiating on his behalf. But her body language—frustrated and tense—told you the negotiations were falling apart.

You crouched lower, trying to stay hidden as you scanned the camp for any sign of what was going on. There were no devices that might be blocking the comm signal, so why had no one responded?

Frustration simmered as you noticed something else: Starfleet-issued phasers. More phasers than you had people, in fact. It looked like this group had been capturing Starfleet officers for some time.

You flinched as one of the aliens grabbed a long, cruel-looking fork and drove it into the captain’s leg. His curses and screams sliced through the air. The alien who’d attacked him untied Uhura and the others, leading them into the forest without a word, leaving Kirk alone with two of his captors standing guard.

A plan began to form, but doubt clung to the edges of your mind. You weren’t trained for combat, and your skills—biomechanical engineering—were hardly suited for a hostage rescue. If you could somehow get a phaser to the captain, maybe you could get him to McCoy. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance.

Carefully, quietly, you moved through the trees, staying behind cover. Your arm throbbed, blood soaking through your uniform sleeve, but you shoved the pain aside. It wouldn’t matter if you didn’t get out alive, right?

The phasers sat on a flat table, surrounded by other confiscated items, untouched—for now. You had to move quickly. A shaky breath escaped your lips as you reached for one, then another.

Your fingers froze, hovering over the weapons. You were in way over your head—nothing like what you’d been prepared for. Being stranded on an alien planet with a bleeding arm? Manageable. Seeing your crewmates bound and injured? Sorta manageable. But this...

You’d been trained to use low-power phasers, barely enough to defend yourself in a pinch. But these? They were a far cry from what you’d practiced with—too many buttons, too many settings.

The air felt thick with tension as you crouched behind a large rock, eyes locked on Captain Kirk. His leg was still bleeding from the attack, The strain in his eyes unmistakable, he was tough, but even he wouldn’t last much longer in this state.

You moved slowly, deliberately, making sure not to make a sound. Every step felt like it could give you away.

You crept up to the captain, careful to stay out of sight, you knew there wasn’t much time before the guards would glance over. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, careful not to startle him.

"Don’t make a sound," you whispered, your voice urgent but low. The last thing you needed was for him to move suddenly and draw attention. "I have no idea how to use this," you continued, hands shaking as you pressed the weapon into his still-bound hands. "So I really hope you’re not too out of it from blood loss to move."

"Y/N?" Captain Kirk whispered, his voice hoarse. "Don’t do anything stupid." You couldn’t help but appreciate the irony of his confidence in you.

“Yeah, don’t worry your pretty face captain,” your fingers working frantically at the rope. It was so close to giving way, but then you heard the soft shuffle of one of the guards' footsteps drawing nearer. You had no choice but to abandon your efforts.

You watched the captain look around, his eyes scanning the camp, but you were already hidden in the bushes. You saw him subtly begin to loosen his bound hands.

Now, it was time for the distraction.

You moved quickly, deliberately putting distance between yourself and the captain. Once you were far enough, you shouted. "Hey!" The word rang out, loud and sharp in the stillness of the night.

"Hey!" you yelled again, arms flailing as you waved the phaser in your hand. You could feel the guards' attention shift. They began moving toward you, their pace slow but steady.

"Okay, I know you can’t understand me," you called, trying to sound confident, though your throat felt tight and itchy. You aimed the phaser at them, holding it as steady as you could given your pumping heart. “But I know you understand this.”

The guards kept coming, their large figures closing in. As they neared, you could see them clearly in the firelight—leathery skin stretched taut over massive muscles, and their hands gripping enormous weapons. The sight only deepened the pit in your stomach.

“You guys are big huh—Hey, I mean it! I… I don’t want to hurt you, so don’t come any closer!" you shouted, waving the phaser at the guard to your left. But they didn’t slow down, until they were right in front of you.

Before you could react, one of the guards grabbed you by the throat, lifting you off the ground. Your feet dangled, helpless, as he squeezed, the pressure building slowly. You knew he could snap your neck instead, he chose to apply the pressure slowly.

The sound of a phaser firing cut through the air, loud and sharp. The guard released you immediately, both of you crashing to the ground. You gasped for air, your chest heaving as a violent coughing fit took over. Every breath was a struggle to fill your lungs.

Through the haze of coughing, you heard a thud. The second guard had fallen. A warm hand rested gently on your back, and a familiar voice spoke.

"Are you okay?"

It was the captain. You glanced up, still gasping for air, and saw him standing next to you, phaser in hand. Blood was still pouring from his leg, staining the ground beneath him.

"You’re the one with the stab wound," you said hoarsely, your concern cutting through the pain in your chest.

"It’s nothing," his strained voice and slight sway betraying his lie.

You immediately moved to support him, slipping your arm under his to help him stay upright. "Let me help," you said.

He leaned on you, his weight heavy but manageable for the moment. You might not be able to carry him for long, especially with your arm throbbing with every movement. "Sit down over here. We need to tie something around your leg."

Once you got him seated, you fumbled through your bag, desperate to find something useful. Thankfully, your tiny first aid kit was still intact. You pulled it out,

He chuckled weakly when he saw it. "That little thing’s gonna save my life?"

You shot him a determined look. "Laugh all you want, but I don’t see a better option," you replied, your voice firm despite the fear clawing at you.

You tore open the kit, searching for the small roll of gauze. Every second counted.

“That’s not why I’m laughing,” the captain said, his voice strained. You looked up at him, curiosity flickering across your face.

"I’m sorry, but…” His eyes flickered to the small first aid kit in your hands. You wrapped a long strand of gauze around his leg, twisting it as you’d been taught. "I have this deep stab wound, and you pull out the smallest that..."

You took an alcohol swab, gently cleaning his wound.

"When I looked into your bag this morning and saw that little thing, I thought it was cute," he continued. "I thought it was cute you’d bring a tiny first aid kit when we have an on-hand medic with us."

You glanced around quickly for anything else you could use to dress the wound, but your options were limited. "And now," he added with a weak chuckle, "you’re the one doing the first aid, in the field, with it. I don’t know, I just find that funny."

You ripped his pant leg slightly to get a better angle, ready to start packing the wound.

"I’m not sure if I should pack dressing around… this fork thing, or if I should take it out and dress you properly." You leaned back on your legs and met his gaze, weighing your options. "Leaving it in would be safest," you said after a pause, your face serious. "I can’t be sure if it hit an artery, and you’d bleed out if I pull it. But on the other hand, if we have to move fast, it could do more damage staying in."

"Take it out," he said, his voice unwavering. "We need to get moving. We still have to find Uhura and the others."

The urgency in his words made your stomach tighten. You had no training for this. Killing your captain wasn’t exactly a résumé builder. But there was no choice. You reached for the dressing packets, praying the tourniquet had done its job.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself. Without warning, you pulled the foreign object from his leg, tossing it aside. The captain groaned in pain, and the sound sent a chill through you. “McCoy told me it hurts less without warning,” You placed one hand over the wound to apply pressure, heart hammering in your chest.

“I’m so sorry,” you said quietly, your voice sincere. As you reached for the dressings, you couldn’t help but wish that your kit had painkillers or something to ease his suffering. It was a thought you’d make sure to follow up on, the next time you were out on a mission. “I know that must’ve been really painful.”

It was over, but Captain Kirk was still breathing hard, his body tense with the aftereffects of the pain. He leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, and for a moment, everything else faded. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, keeping your hand on his head, both of you silent in the calm that settled over you.

"Your arm," he murmured, his hand reaching for your sleeve, where a stain of blood had dried. He tried to inspect the injury, but you pulled your arm away gently.

“It’s just a scratch from a branch,” you explained, trying to downplay it. "It hurts, but it’s not bleeding anymore. Besides, I used all the dressing on you—your injury was more urgent."

He nodded, though his concern was still evident. “We need to move. They might have heard me.”

You helped him to his feet, his weight leaning heavily on you. Together, you shuffled through the darkness, struggling to see anything in the thick night. “It’s so dark,” you muttered. “I don’t know how we’ll find everyone.”

The captain rummaged through his pocket, pulling out a phaser. “They went to their nest. Should be north. There’s a map on this, and we can use it to track the terrain.”

With a press of a button, the phaser blinked to life, the map and a small flashlight glowing on its screen.

"Captain," you hesitated, glancing at him. "Do you think you’re in any shape to fight? I’m surprised you were able to stand long enough to take down those guards."

He gave a small, reassuring smile, though his eyes were still shadowed with exhaustion. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

"Well, thank you," you said, suddenly struck with a wave of gratitude. "Thank you for saving me back there. I’ve never been that close to dying before."

He looked at you, his expression softening. "Y/N, without you… I’m fairly sure my pretty face would still be tied up at that camp, bleeding out.”

[princessvomitiloveyou]

Spock X Reader Vomit Headcanons!! ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Warnings: Emetophilia, vomiting/vomit, gender neutral reader (no genitals are described!), fluff, semi-smut

Notes: Still have to write some stuff requested but I decided to pump this out for now! Same warnings as my Silco one :3 Spock vomit is so silly

Can Spock vomit? If he can, it's a interesting experience.

What's the taste?

The taste itself is incomprehensible and also not. It's alien puke with a pinch of tuna. You could def get a taste tester to try it and they'll be surprised.

What's the color?

For Spock, I feel like it's orange and green. It's probably lighter and not so chunky. Ya know, logical! It's def acid green, like the color of a olive!

Would Spock vomit on you?

VERY, VERY HESITANT

I don't know if Vulcan culture involves vomiting BUT his human side, would be a little less hesitant.

If you asked him, he would give you a cunty eyebrow raise

Like this

He would be confused, since it's not logical to vomit, since it's...less than healthy.

Spock would think it's the most healthy to vomit on your stomach, just make sure it doesn't get on your genitals.

He wouldn't do it often though so really savor the moments he wants to.

After he vomits, Spock will immediately take you to go shower/clean up.

Then you both clean together, head to bed and cuddle. :3

That's all! ( ´ཀ` )

[crazyk-imagine]

Leadership and Mended Relationships

Pairing: Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Ex-Captain! reader Characters:  Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Ex-Captain! reader, James T. Kirk, Spock Warnings: Fake aliens, bad alien biology (author created), mentions of crew mates dying or being dead, Kirk and reader interactions, Kirk and Bones interactions, classic Spock behavior, fighting, mentions of stabbing Word Count: 3,357

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You sigh, staring up at the sky as you think about everything that’s happened to lead to this moment; you in a tree, so your friends don’t harm you. 

Can you even call them friends if they’re constantly trying to kill you? 

You shrug off the idea and return your focus onto nothing and stare at the sky with an empty head, no thoughts running around. 

It’s almost… peaceful, even if there are times where you wish you still had someone to talk to. 

-

The annoying whispers of people below you, draw your attention onto them. 

They clearly don’t know who resides on this planet now and certainly won’t know how to protect themselves. 

You sigh and climb down from the tree branch. You stand behind the two. “Would you two shut up?” 

The blond male raises his phaser, aiming it at you. 

He looks familiar but you can’t focus on that. “What are you two doing here?” 

The two men glance at one another, each with a raised brow. “Where’s your ship? I need to get you two out of here.” 

The darker haired one furrows his brows, unable to tell if you’re being honest or not. “How do we know we can trust you?” 

‘That voice is familiar?’ You roll your eyes, shaking your head. ‘Absolute idiots.’ “Those things you’re hiding from, are infected with an unknown disease. They were once people I knew but now, they will severely harm anyone that gets in their way. Now, I’ll ask you again, do you want to live?” 

“Which way.” The captain interrupts before the darker haired man could interject. 

“Good.” You jerk your head to the side, “follow me.” As you slowly move away, you listen to their complaints and sketchy attitude towards you. 

-

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” 

James glances back towards you, rushing ahead of Leonard. “Yeah, well, we don’t have a lot of other options, huh.” 

“How do we know we can trust her?” 

He stops, barely having enough time to keep distance between you and him. The lighter haired man turns around to face his friend and loyal shipmate with a questioning look. “Do you see anyone else willing to help us?” 

You shush the two, not wanting either of them to draw anyone closer. 

The man in blue continues to make unhelpful comments. 

You can’t take it anymore and decide to do the only thing you can and cover his mouth with your hand, needing him to shut up. “You need to shut up, okay?” 

Your gaze travels up from his hand, leaving you to stare into his eyes. “If you don’t, you two will not make it out alive. Do you understand?” ‘These eyes…’ 

A vulcan runs through the bush blocking you three from the rogues. “There seems to be a tribe of- oh. Hello.” 

“Both of you keep,” you stare at the two who seem to be the most compliable. “’complains too much’ quiet and stay here. Do. Not. Move.” 

-

You push the push aside, needing to see where they are and come up with a plan. You turn back, glancing over your shoulder, “when I say run. You run.” 

“Wait,” the captain begins to argue. 

You shush him, “don’t speak another word. Do as I say when I tell you to, okay?” 

The captain sees the fire in your eyes and nods. 

You run forward heading towards a tree, knowing it’s your only means of safety. 

-

James glances over at his buddy. “Are you happy, Bones? Our one chance of survival just ran away.” 

“Shut up, Kirk.” 

-

You jump down onto the first one that moves closer, tackling it to the ground. 

You two battle with one another, struggling to dodge the punches coming your way, only to succeed when you punch it in the nose and it proceeds to fall to the ground, no longer moving. 

Your head snaps up as two others stomp, rushing towards you. 

You pull out your handmade dagger, swiping at the closest one. 

It lets out a shriek, holding its arm as if it’s in pain. 

“Run!” 

-

None of them could move. 

Spock tries to get you to move but neither of them listen as he tries to persuade them away from here. 

The other rogue comes up behind you, wrapping their arms around your waist, pulling you into their grasp. 

The two of you struggle before you manage to get the upper hand, thrusting your elbow up, hitting its nose. 

There’s one thing you’ve come to realize and won’t hesitate to teach the others, wanting to save lives. Maybe make up for the lives you saw lost today. 

The rogue that got away from you shrieks, most likely upset that its two companions are now dead. It isn’t much of a fight between the two of you once you get the upper hand. 

-

You take a deep breath, holding your side at the sharp pain that comes with every breath you take. ‘Slowly inhale. Exhale.’ 

You push the bushes aside, showing the three your tired expression. “Now,” you huff. “I ask again, where’s your ship?” 

“Why do you want to know so badly?” James asks you. 

Leonard chimes in before you can answer. “What did you do to those-” 

“Rogues. Can I get a captain, a doctor, and a Vulcan back to their ship because that’d be great.” 

“And what of you?” Spock asks. 

You shrug, “whatever you see fit.” 

“I don’t believe I understand the term “you see fit”. There is no reason to see why things are fit. Are you referring to your camouflage attire?” 

The three males have been unable to see your face this entire time, but you simply answer his question with a stare. 

“Call your crew. They’ve waited long enough. I want to get you out of here. The longer you stay here, the more at risk you all are at becoming a rogue.” 

“Is that what happened to you and your crew?” The captain asks. 

You sigh through your nose, “yes.” 

Leonard grits his teeth. “We can’t contact our crew.” 

You pinch the bridge of your nose, “what’s the last thing you remember seeing before being chased over here?” 

“It was really colorful.” 

“Well, isn’t that helpful. Can any of you tell me something else? Something distinct?” 

“We were near a camp or what looked like an abandoned campsite,” the dark-haired man chimes in. 

“Oh.” Your voice doesn’t come out as comforting as they could have hoped. 

“You know where it is?” The captain asks, surprised by your answer. 

“Yes,” you say, with a sigh. “Get up, it’s time to start walking.” 

“How do you know there aren’t going to be anymore coming after us?” 

You take a deep breath. “Those three were the last of my crew.” 

“Who are you?” The Vulcan asks. 

“Someone trying to help you. Now you can either sit here with a high risk of being infected or you can follow and be quiet while I get you out of here safely.” 

“Why’re you talking like you’re never getting out of here?” James asks. 

“I never thought it was going to happen... still don’t. I also don’t expect you to invite me aboard. You have a crew to protect and look out for. I understand.” 

“You went through the same thing.” 

“… look at where that got me.” 

“I’m sure you did everything you could.” 

“It wasn’t enough.” 

“You seem like the kind of person who would do everything they could to protect those they care about and, in some cases, even complete strangers.” 

“Is this how you get girls into your bed?” 

“Well- not mine- but- that doesn’t matter. How- how would you know?” 

“You have a quality.” 

“A quality?” 

“I bet you use those blue eyes to reel them in.” You push plants aside, giving the three more space to walk through. 

“Am I wrong?” 

“I don’t find this to be necessary regarding our escape, captain.” 

The corner of your lips tugs upwards. “That’s correct, Spock.” 

“Wait- wait. You two know each other?” Leonard asks, shocked at the interaction between the two of you. 

“We were all in the academy together.” 

“If I’m not mistaken, at one point, we were in the same class.” 

You stop, looking up at the sky as you take a deep breath. “We’re here.” 

“Cap- Capt- Captain.” The captain pulls out his comm. 

“Scotty.” 

You smile when you hear the classic sigh of relief from a crewmate. “How’re we lookin?” 

“Good. Better now. Ready to beam up, Sir?” 

“Yes. Beam up the four of us.” 

Your head snaps in his direction. 

“Four?” Leonard leans closer to his captain, “Jim, are you sure about this?” 

-

Before you know it, you’re on the ship and find a few others giving you strange looks. “Are you sure you want me here? I don’t even know your names.” 

“You never told her our names?” Spock asks, although he's sure you know their names. He knows you were always one to try and remember people’s names, reason unknown to him. 

You cross your arms, “does it matter?” 

“It will when we have you checked out?” James says, unsure of what he’s suggesting. 

“I’ll pass,” you assure him. 

“Pass? You’ll pass...” Leonard chimes in. “On a visit to the doctor which you haven’t been to in how long?” 

You avoid his gaze. “A while.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Nope. I’m not doing this” you spin around to walk away. “Bye.” 

“Hey! Wait up!” The captain shouts, running after you. 

-

“I’m Jim.” 

“As in Kirk?” 

He tilts his head. “How’d you know?” 

“I went to school with you.” 

His expression doesn’t change. 

“You definitely did not pay attention the first time this was mentioned.” 

He scoffs, “that’s rude of you to assume.” 

“It’s not assuming if I’m right. Now, go get me a new uniform and we’ll talk.” You raise a brow when he doesn’t move. 

“O- okay. Follow me.” He shows you where the spare uniforms are (after asking one of his crew members where to go) and grabs one for you. 

You take it, examining it. “Is there anything else besides a dress?” 

“Not at the moment.” 

“Could I get a red one? Gold just- it’s not my color anymore.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” He switches the uniforms for you. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You unwrap the scarf from your head and remove your goggles, followed by the rest of your attire. 

His eyes widen at the sight of you stripping down. “Wow, your just-” 

“It’s skin, not a new undiscovered planet. If you can’t handle this, turn around.” 

“I think I’m good.” 

He squints when he sees your tattoo. “Have I met you somewhere?” 

You pull the dress up, slipping your arms through the sleeves. “I did mention we went to school together.” 

“Yeah, I know. I meant besides that.” 

“I’ve been everywhere so it could have been a number of places.” 

“Okay. It’s just- I’ve seen that tattoo somewhere before.” 

“I’ve had to change on the way to class before. Could have been then.” 

He nods. “Follow-” He’s cut off when the ship shakes, you fall against the wall. 

-

“Captain on the bridge.” 

“What’s going-” 

“You need to get power and you need power now,” you tell the two men who sit in front of the captain’s chair. 

“There’s too little power. We can’t leave.” 

“I’m getting us out of here. Jim, I need your permission to-” 

“Captain, they’re trying to make contact,” a woman in a red outfit says, holding her headset in one hand. 

“Let them.” 

“Isn’t this a surprise?” 

You turn to see the man who did this. “Krealigah. (kr-ee-leh-gah) Taking my crew wasn’t enough. You’ve decided to steal this ship’s power. Still trying to continue with your torture plan?” 

“I wouldn’t say that. You know what happens to those who bad mouth me.” 

“And you know what I can do. Seems to me like we know hardly enough about each other so how about you and I beam down so we can have a proper talk?” 

“As nice as that sounds, I’m going to pass.” 

“Why do you need their ships power? You have enough to leave.” 

He chuckles, “who says I want to leave. Maybe I want to see how long you think you can survive with this crew.” 

“The only thing you want to do is see innocent ships become tainted and ruined by whatever poison you have on you.” 

“We’ll see about that.” 

“He’s scanning us,” the dark-haired man sitting in front of the captain’s seat says. 

“His shields are down, right?” You ask. 

“Yes.” 

“Put yours up now. Jim, you need your shields up now and someone to go down to engineering. One of his men came aboard and messed with your systems. I know who. If you give me your permission, I can stop him and make sure the same thing that happened to me doesn’t happen to your crew.” 

He nods, “Mr. Sulu, shields up. You and I are going down to engineering and stop this guy.” 

“You should be-” 

“Let’s go.” 

“You don’t like to listen, do you? Always one to throw yourself straight into danger, huh.” 

“It’s called protecting my crew.” 

“Protecting your crew and being stupid are two different things.” 

“Now that you two have been acquainted, can we go down to engineering now?” 

“Spock, good timing as always.” 

-

You rush towards the doors and step inside. 

“She’s still here? Why is she- and you gave her clothes?” Seems like he does remember you. 

You spin around and poke his chest, “you need to shut up and know when to respect someone who’s saving lives, not in the same way as you but keeping people alive know the less. Keep talking like that and you’ll wind up with a foot up your-” 

“Okay,” James pulls you away from Leonard, making sure to keep a distance between the two of you. “You know, this would be a lot easier if you two could be friends.” 

“I don’t see that happening.” You cross your arms. 

“She isn’t making this easy.” 

You shake your head. “I swear,” you mumble. 

“What do we need to prepare ourselves for?” 

“A whirlwind of torture. When these doors open… grab anyone, you can and get them out of here.” 

“But we could-” 

“Spock.” 

“Yes.” 

“You don’t like to admit when anyone is right but if either of these two are the last ones here, you get them out of here.” 

He nods, “understood.” Leonard furrows his brows at how you managed to get the Vulcan to cooperate with you so easily. ‘She’s certainly changed…’ 

The ding makes your heart race. 

-

You know what’s coming but don’t want to experience it… again. You run out the doors, knowing exactly where he is. Placing the makeshift weapon into your belt. 

“Where are you going?” Leonard asks, from the bottom of the ladder. 

“Don’t follow me.” 

He grumbles and runs over to his captain when James calls for him. 

-

It wasn’t hard to find him, he threw the first punch. 

You continue fighting him even as you hear your name being called. 

Before he could try to escape you, you managed to grab the weapon you made for this occasion and jam it in between his ribs. 

“This is where our paths never cross again.” 

He stumbles backwards, his arms thrown out in front of him as he attempts to catch his balance. In the blink of an eye, he’s gone. 

You let out a deep breath until you cry out in pain. 

Krealigah managed to grab your ankle, pulling you with him. He uses the little amount of upper arm strength he has left and pulls himself up. 

Before you know it, all three use their phasers, giving you the opportunity to kick him off the wired path. 

James and Leonard haul you up, off the ground. “Is that it?” 

You nod, “yeah. He’s gone. It's over.” 

The captain gives you the biggest smile he could have. 

“I don’t like that look you’ve got there.” 

“Why? I’m not doing anything wrong?” 

You glance back at the other two to find Leonard shaking his head and Spock as emotionless as ever. “Start walking, I need to see a doctor or something.” 

“Then it’s a good thing we have a doctor right here.” 

You glance at him up and down. “I only see “complains a lot” standing there.” 

James snickers into his hand, “Bones… you’ve got a new name.” 

The man rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to stay here and listen to this.” 

You roll your eyes, “neither am I.” You step around James, attempting to leave until your body doesn’t want to cooperate. You slowly limp away from the three males. 

“Are you limping?” 

“No.” 

“Your ankle is hurting from when he grabbed it, is it not?” 

“Shut up, Spock.” You make it to the ladder. “I’m fine.” 

“You are not going down that ladder with your ankle being the way it is.” 

“I’m doing it. None of you can stop me.” 

“Fine. Hurt yourself more.” 

You give Leonard a sarcastic smile. “Just means you’ll have to take care of me longer.”

He shakes his head, “there’s an elevator over there. Come on.” He grabs your arms and pulls you up, keeping a tight grip on you so he doesn’t lose you. 

-

You four stand in the elevator with James and Spock in front of you as Leonard lets you lean against him. 

As soon as you get close to the med bay, people are asking questions and pulling him away. You manage to catch yourself before you can fall. 

You look around, everyone’s busy saving lives and fixing everyone’s wounds. 

You turn around to leave and sit in one of the break rooms, wondering where you should go from here. 

-

“Here you are.” He pulls out a chair and sits across from you. “I thought you managed to get off the ship.” 

“No,” you glance at the ground. “I just needed to let you all do your jobs and-” 

“I didn’t see your chart anywhere.” 

“That’s for a good reason.” 

“No one pulled you onto a bed?” 

“I left before anyone “could” besides I don’t need it. I’m fine.” 

“You could have fractured your ankle. Come here.” He moves the chair closer and lifts your ankle, examining it. “It doesn’t seem like anything’s broken but I need to be sure.” 

“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll be fine. I-” 

“You’re going to the med bay and getting examined. You’ve been gone for three years and no one’s…” 

“Three years is a long time.” 

“She divorced me a year before you got promoted and assigned that mission.” 

“So, your babygirl’s about seven now?” 

“She’ll be eight in a few months.” 

“That’s good to hear.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You avoid Leonard’s gaze. “I thought you were dead this entire time. How could you not tell me?” 

“I was given orders.” 

“That’s ever stopped you before.” 

“I needed to know you’d be safe.” 

Hearing those words warm his heart, you’ve been protecting him this entire time… something he wanted to do in return for the longest time. “I missed you.” 

“I know,” you smile at him. “You used your relieved angry voice on me this entire time.” 

He shakes his head, hiding the smile that slowly stretches across his lips. “I’m happy you’re safe.” 

“I know.” 

“Aww.” 

“Dammit, Jim.” 

“What’d I do?” 

You roll your eyes. “I’m glad to see someone else adopted you.” 

“Yeah, we’re really a match made in heaven, aren’t Bones?” 

“Kirk, if you don’t shut up. I’m going to inject you again.” 

James narrows his eyes at his friend as he hauls you up out of your chair, knowing Leonard wants to have you get checked out at med bay. “Don’t forget I’m your captain, Bones.” 

“You’d die without me.” 

“Okay, can you two keep it in your pants and take me to that damn med bay before I start limping there myself.” 

Leonard shoves Jim away and helps you get there, needing to make sure that you’re okay.

[billconrad]

If Aliens Arrive, Fiction Must Change

    We all enjoy fictional stories like Star Wars, Back to the Future, Harry Potter and Bridget Jones’s Diary. How amazing would it be to travel through time? Or wave a wand to make something appear? Fall in love with a beautiful person? Yes, please.

    Fiction is based on the possibility that something amazing could happen. In science fiction, this includes amazing technology such as warp drives, transporters, cloaking devices, time travel, holographic people, intelligent robots and phasor rifles. We accept that there are all kinds of baffling lifeforms could be possible, like Chewbacca, green blooded Spock, the half-robot Borg or the all-powerful Q.

    At the other spectrum are the characters like Superman who can fly, Iron man who has a nuclear reactor in his chest or Deadpool who cannot die. We also have the magic characters like Harry Potter. And then there are westerns, romance and mysteries. This wide spectrum of entertainment is quite enjoyable. But…

    Someday, an alien spaceship might land, and the aliens on board would have unimaginable knowledge. From that point forward, we would know what is possible and what is not. That will be an amazing day full of fantastic discoveries. Yet there is a big problem.

    It will be a bad day for fiction writers. Scientists have already proven that many technologies we interweave into fiction do not exist. Transports, time travel? Probably not. Amazing aliens? Biologists have clearly shown that evolution prefers basic lifeforms with practical features. Creatures with green blood, telepathy, X-ray vision? Never. Half-robot cyborg? Impractical. Heroes with super abilities? Nope. Magic spells? Definitely not. Today, we cling to the belief that these concepts are a tad out of reach. Just one more atom here or an extra watt of power there and POOF! Time travel exists. Magic? It certainly is possible. We just are not looking in the right places.

    The day after the aliens arrive, humans will face a stark reality. They will definitively prove the fictional concepts we cherish are incorrect. Readers and movie audiences will suddenly have to make significant changes, and beloved stories like Star Wars will instantly become outdated. Perhaps even racist (against our alien friends). The powerful image of Superman will be relegated to a silly children’s story. Magic? Yeah, right.

    What about Westerns? Surely aliens know nothing about the Texas panhandle or barbed wire. Heck, they probably have never even ridden a horse. Actually, they have had their western period and know stories that even famous western novelist Zane Grey could have never imagined. As a result, the existing western books would become outdated, and writers of additional works would have to adapt radically.

    Romance? Well, aliens would bring new ideas about love, biology, logic (how beings interact), and their own love stories. Like westerns, existing works would be outdated, and writers would have to adapt. Mysteries, young adult, adventure, humor, poetry, and thriller? It’s the same issue and the same outcome.

    It sounds like we need an example. Aliens land and reveal, “From our analysis, when humans fall in love, they give off radio signals. Using this simple receiver, you can tell when this occurs.” After that information becomes common knowledge, readers will expect to see this device in romance stories. Is this radio signal realistic? Who knows what is possible? Recall that Alexander Fleming found Penicillin in a moldy sample.

    Does this mean that all fiction writers are out of a job? Or will they have to make a considerable adaptation to the new facts? Our core strength has always been the ability to adapt. The likely outcome of an alien landing will be a renaissance of “earth fiction,” where fiction writers must adjust their “universe” to the correct reality.

    For example, Star Trek would get a reboot. The new stories would confirm the actual technology and habited alien worlds. We would ignore old shows except for their media historical value. Superhero stories would be limited to characters like Batman, a real person without superhuman abilities. It would take a much further leap for those diehard fans who must have superheroes, magic and science fiction. For example, Superman would only exist in a completely different universe (the multiverse).

    What about my books? Would they be relegated to the “not recommended classics.” Wow, that is a depressing thought. Perhaps fiction authors could attend a book/comic/DVD burning party the day after the alien’s land. Bummer.

    Yet, I would love to know how the universe works. Meeting lifeforms from other worlds? Yes, please. I guess this means I am torn about an alien landing. Alright, truth. I worked hard to create my books. Hey, aliens. Stay away from earth!!!

    You’re the best -Bill

    December 02, 2023

    Hey book lovers, I published four. Please check them out:

    Interviewing Immortality. A dramatic first-person psychological thriller that weaves a tale of intrigue, suspense, and self-confrontation.

    Pushed to the Edge of Survival. A drama, romance, and science fiction story about two unlikely people surviving a shipwreck and living with the consequences.

    Cable Ties. A slow-burn political thriller that reflects the realities of modern intelligence, law enforcement, department cooperation, and international politics.

    Saving Immortality. Continuing in the first-person psychological thriller genre, James Kimble searches for his former captor to answer his life’s questions.

    These books are available in soft-cover on Amazon and eBook format everywhere.

[lamelycool]

Annoy Me

Spock x Reader

A/n: this is my first fanfic so go easy on me. Just thought there needed to be more Spock fics out there! Also this isn't a specific version of Spock I just liked this gif. Also the reader is a wee bit bratty and of a southern persuasion just a warning.

Summary: You can't help but to love hitting on Spock. Much to his annoyance. Anyday now he'll airlock you. And if not him then space hr would surely. But he comes to realize he looks forward to your teasing and even encourages it. The only thing is that it takes you dying for him to realize :(

Warnings: fem reader, angst, fluff, flirting, character death?, blood, injury, drowning, throwing up.

"Whats up hot stuff, what do ya need?" You say laying your pad down with an easy going grin. After all you can't help but to smile, it is a pleasant surprise that is Spock standing in your doorway.

Spock quirks a brow up, "I am neither an item nor is my temperature high." Crossing the threashold he stops about five feet in front of you. But even that is too close and brings butterflies to your belly, jitters to your hands, and makes your cheeks feel flush.

"Of course of course. Anyways, what's up?" You respond quickly to distract from your flustered feelings.

"I am here to remind you of the away mission scheduled today." He says stoicly, hands pressed firmly behind his back.

"Away mission? Today? I don't remember being told about this..."

"You were messaged about this an hour and fifteen minutes ago." Spock furrows his brow slightly. Had you really been so careless as to not see the message? Or had you read it and forgotten. Spock isn't sure which is more irresponsible. He finds it odd for you to do so. You are normally very hardworking and punctual.

"Oh... I must have over looked it. Not that I'm complaining. I got an excuse to see you." Your eyes scan him from head to toe suggestive yet filled with jest. "After all your company is always more than welcome. But uh could you summarize the mission for me? Since you're already here and all?"

"It is a standard mission. Simply a small away team to the surface of the planet to gather samples and scout the area."

"Yes I will be on the away team. There will also be two other science officers, three security officers, Dr. McCoy, and yourself. Does that satisfy all of your inquiries?" Spock states with the slightest hint of exasperation.

"Nothings simple or standard when it comes to away missions on the Enterprise..." You mutter under your breath.

"Oh also, who all is on the away team? And more importantly will I have the pleasure of you accompanying?" Oddly enough you finding yourself hoping he will be. When had your teases and jokes turned into genuine feelings? You can't help but to wonder...

"Yes it does, thank you very much! You're a lifesaver." You beam at Spock.

"I fail to see how my summarizing of an away mission is saving lives." He dead pans.

He finds himself thinking, ' Why am I dragging this conversation out further? She obviously did not mean her statement in a literal sense. I'm only encouraging her teasing. I must meditate on this later.'

"I look forward to seeing you then." You say genuinely. The only statement you've said so far that wasn't paired with a joke, jest, or tease.

Spock responds only with a curtious yet stiff nod. And with arms tucked behind his back he leaves with a whoosh of the door behind him.

You breathe easy now that he's gone. It's not that he intimidates you. Well... At least not in a bad way- You just don't know how to behave around him. He makes you forget how to act. Around him you feel like a young dumb girl again.

'Snap out of it, we got a job to do!' You think with a sigh and check your messages. You must prepare for the impromptu away mission.

~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•

"How much longer are we going to be scanning this area?" You ask Spock. You guys had been walking around and scanning for hours now. And you were quickly losing patience. How many unique plants could possibly be on this ice chunk of a planet?

"As I said two times previously only a moment longer." Spock sighs out continuing to scan the evergreen plant in front of him. He had long given up on acting like your whining was anything but annoying.

"Pphff it's too cold! Please hurry up before I lose my limbs to frostbite." You plead to him while shivering.

"I assure you that you still have at least 2.34 hours until serious frostbite would be a concern. As well as the fact complaining will not change that you are cold." Spock barely spares you a glance as he continues moving from plant to plant and scanning some rocks.

"Mr. Spockk I know you are a hotty, but how are you not even the least bit cold right now? The temperature on this planet is ridiculous!" You whine arms crossed like a petulant child.

"I never said I was not cold. I simply have control of my body and can handle it. It is an issue of the mind over matter." Spock calmy states and stands brushing the snow off his pants.

"Now come on, let us begin to our rendezvous point." Spock orders you already walking ahead.

"Hey wait up! Not everybody has pretty long legs like you do you know!" You scurry to catch up to him and luckily he is kind enough to slow his gait for you.

"My legs are not long they are proportional to my body." He says ears flush a twinge of green.

After that comment a silence falls between you two. Only the sound of crunching snow and howling wind can be heard. Said wind is whats responsible for the low visability. You have to be careful to watch your step. Because it's nearly impossible to see much further than a couple feet ahead of you.

'This is going to be a long trek back,' you think with a sigh.

~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•~°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•��~

You finally reach the point where snow meets ice and sigh out a puff of air. Definitely not looking forward to crossing the frozen sea again. Just looking at it gives you the creeps. Despite the fact the ice is thick you can still see the murky black nothingness of the waters below. There's no telling what lurks beneath either.

"Uh Mr. Spock is there any life on this planet we should be worried about?" You anxiously inquire.

Spock pauses for a moment then responds carefully, "There is a possibility of dangerous alien life yes. I will not tell you otherwise. Information on this planet is rather limited at this moment."

"Oh... Okay. " You can't help but feel a wave of dread flow over you as you continue to look at the murky sea below you. You can't wait for this trek to end.

Spock glances over his shoulder at you. You look... uncomfortable. For some reason this bothers him. "We are almost to extraction. Also allow me to remind you we are equipped with phasers. "

"Oh trust me I have not forgotten about my phaser..." You mutter tracing the phaser on your hip attempting to soothe your increasing anxiety. Spock only nods in response not pushing the matter.

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Spock in a daze scrambles for his phaser. Fumbling with the settings he changes it from stun to kill. Not sparing a moment he locks on to the beast in a burning rage and continuously pulls the trigger. Giving it no chance of getting up. The beams hit the beast in rapid succession and it collapses in a heap dead.

You and Spock continue the long walk in silence quickly nearing your extraction point. Despite this your anxiety hasn't eased. In fact your heart is now racing. Your eyes pry away from the icy ground to glance around trying to clam down. But what you see scares you shitless.

"Spock! Look out!" A massive mangy beast akin to apolar bear with a set of knarly horns charges towards Spock. There's no time to grasp for your phaser. So you quickly push Spock out of the way. The beast collides with you instead ramming into you with the might of a freight train. It knocks the breath out of you. Narrowly misses lodging deep into your abdomen only slicing your sides. Your body is thrown across the ice and the beast immediately charges at you to continue the assault.

Urgently he speaks, "Bones! There has been an accident. My partner has been hurt and is under the ice we will need immediate medical attention." Spock commands urgently.

All Spock can think about is you.

"Ensign? Ensign?!" Spock looks around frantically. A chill runs down his spine once he sees a hole in the ice. He rushes to the hole and hits his com badge.

"What did you say!? Shes hurt? What do you mean under the ice? Whats going on Spock, what happened?! You green blooded hobgoblin expl-" Spock cuts off his com. He rips off his jacket and dives in the water hoping to find you before it is too late.

He swims down quickly and begins feeling around blindly for you. He searches frantically until his lungs begin to burn begging for air. Only then is when he finally latches on to an arm. Without a second to spare he drags you to the surface with him and heaves you guys back onto the ice.

"Ensign? Can you hear me? Stay with me!" Spock begs brushing your hair out from in front of your face. He lays his head against your chest to hear for a heartbeat. He listens closely for any sign of life. Spock begins to feel sick to his stomach when cannot find any and begins to panic.

"I implore you to please breathe. Please..." He begins cpr while his thoughts race. He cannot simply let you die like this. He cannot.

"Please do not do this. I do not give you permission to die. You should have never been so reckless as to do this! You are human and fragile. It was stupid! I could have taken the damage much easier-" he cuts himself off by giving you mouth to mouth resuscitation.

Not long after he started to try and breathe life into you do you jolt up and twist to the side to spew out dark water. The slightly acid water burns and hurts about as much as it did when you first gulped it in.

Spock let's out a chocked gasp of relief and worry. He moves closer and rubs your back through all of your heaving while speaking gently to you. You can only make out bit and pieces of what he says. Mummurs of reassurance and comfort. And whether it's more for you or him is debatable.

When you are done gagging up water you cough out to him, "if you wwantedd tto kiss mme you coulve jus saidd so." Shivering violently you let out a breathless laugh you say, "II'd ddrown more offten if I knew II'd gget a kiss ffrom yyou. Mmakes it worthh iit."

Spock allows a small laugh of suprise to slip from his lips as he wraps you in his discarded jacket. He begins to massage feeling back into your frozen hands. "No, please refrain from doing such a reckless thing. I will kiss you as much as you wish without such an action." He begins to apply pressure to your wound with his unoccupied hand. You wouldn't die today and he'd still have to listen to your teasing and deal with your flirting. But he's grateful and he would have it no other way.

A/n: hope you enjoyed the fic! If you have any suggestions or criticism feel free to leave a comment. I'm very much a noob to fanfic writing especially on tumblr. Thanks for reading!

[specialagentartemis]

ITPE: Dear podficcer letter

Hello! I am specialagentartemis here on tumblr, and ArtemisTheHuntress on AO3. I participated in ITPE last year, and it was a lot of fun! I look forward to this year’s too.

I give BLANKET PODFIC PERMISSION for my fic for the purposes of ITPE—you don’t need to ask for that.

I will appreciate whatever you make and look forward to it! Thank you! Here are some prompts and suggestions for diving into the fic options:

General likes: Filk and poetry; soundscaping, sound effects, and music in podfics (obviously not necessary! But if you are into that, feel free to go wild); worldbuilding; epistolary and found-footage; languages and multilingualism, especially if you give the other-language pronunciation your all; adventure, angst, whump, comedy, or character study; academia, study, and science; asexual and aromantic interpretations of characters; non-romantic intimacy and varied relationship types

General dislikes: Modern AUs; ship-focused fics; character x reader; kissing or eating sounds

Do Not Want: explicit sex; broken bones. (Most types of injury are okay! I like whump! I’m just easily squicked by descriptions of broken bones, ESPECIALLY if there’s audio associated)

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For media-specific prompts:

The Murderbot Diaries: I love pretty much all the characters, and I don’t think there are any characters I wouldn’t want to hear about! Favorites are Murderbot, Three, Pin-Lee, Mensah, Indah, and Human One, but I mean it that I like everyone. One particular thing I like a lot is FlipSpring’s Pod AU and the spinoffs people have written of it, and I think it would be super funny to podfic it if that’s something you’re into. Podpod. (DNW: any romantic or shippy fics with Murderbot.)

Wolf 359: I love the Hephaestus crew! Both Hephaestus crews! Minkowski and her crew! Lovelace and her crew! The Hermes crew too! I am less interested in SI-5 (Kepler, Jacobi, and Maxwell) and would prefer they not be the focus. Minkowski & Eiffel, Minkowski & Lovelace or Minkowski/Lovelace, Eiffel & Hera, Lovelace & Lambert are some of the relationships most interesting and appealing to me. (DNW: romantic Hera/Eiffel. I’m just not really into their relationship that way.)

Danny Phantom: I admit I’m kind of picky about DP fanfiction, but I love absolutely everything phantomrose96 writes. I’m most interested in Danny’s relationship with his parents, with Valerie, with Jazz, and with Sam & Tucker. Vlad is cool but I feel mixed on a lot of Badger Cereal work or Vlad-focused fic… though the Maddie-Jack-Vlad college trio IS compelling to me. Really, I like when Maddie and Jack really do love Danny and would never want to hurt him… but they are scientifically compelled to catch, study, and possibly vivisect Phantom. Where Danny is torn between his love for and fear of his parents. I don’t really want Maddie and Jack to be straight up Terrible Parents, but I’m interested in how their flaws and blind spots are hurting their son without them realizing it, and Danny struggling with that. That’s one of the most interesting parts to me. I also like when Lancer is a supportive figure in Danny’s life. And when Sam, Tucker, and Valerie get to be characters with personalities in their own right. Adventure, ghost biology, blood blossoms stuff, ghost zone stuff, all of that is fun and good too. (DNW: DPxDC crossovers. Fics where someone else adopts Danny or he’s secretly someone else’s son.)

Star Trek TOS: I am delighted by and fond of the whole main cast. I like Kirk/Spock fine and have a soft spot for Sulu/Chekov and am happy if that’s present but would prefer a fic that’s not focused on a ship. I like the adventure, aliens, and weird space stuff that is TOS’s bread and butter. More serious stuff about Tarsus IV also good. I like Uhura getting the chance to be cool and Spock having Issues. (DNW: fics that also take from the AOS movies.)

Star Trek DS9: Kira is my Favorite. Kira, Bajorans, the Resistance, Kira’s relationship with all of that, yessss my fave. I also love Odo. I prefer Kira and Odo’s relationship to be platonic. Kira and Damar are also super interesting. Kira and Sisko have an underratedly interesting relationship too. Sisko and Jake, Jake and Nog, Keiko getting to do science and be interesting, Bajoran religion, Bajoran-Federation politics, and baseball are all also themes I like. Again, this is an “I like the whole main cast” situation. I don’t have anything against Garak/Bashir, I like them, but would prefer they not be a major focus for this ITPE.

Severance: TBH there’s so little fic out there the pickings are slim but HELLY R. MY GIRL HELLY. Love herrrrrr. I like Mark a lot too but tbh am not into their romance (are u seeing a theme here lol)

ars PARADOXICA: Sally Grissom my loveeee. Crossovers with other podcasts are also cool.

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My Offers: Generally pretty open to most stuff rated T or lower. I AM happy to offer The Murderbot Diaries podfic I just forgot to add that as I was going through all the less-requested sign-up summary list!

I would prefer not to be matched on Wolf 359 where the requester wants a Hera/Eiffel fic. I wouldn’t really have fun making that. The same for people requesting The Murderbot Diaries ship-fics. I don’t really want to be matched on DPxDC Danny Phantom crossovers. If matching on Original Work, I’d prefer a request for something sci-fi or fantasy.

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Ten

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Ten: Volcanic Arguments

Summary: The Enterprise has been on many missions with danger, but none have ever put a rift between any of the crew members until now.

            “Kirk to Shuttle One!” shouted Kirk over the communicator. “Locals are out of the kill zone. You are clear. Repeat. Spock, get in there, neutralize the volcano, and let’s get out of here!”

            “Captain, you’re still being pursued,” said Uhura, looking at the trackers and recordings of life-form activity on the planet.

            “He stunned our ride!” griped Bones.

            This was a common mission for the Enterprise at this point—surveying planets—but it had gone a bit array as Kirk accidentally took an artifact he should not have from the locals (though he had needed to lure them away from the path of the explosion because they were also going against orders to stop the volcano). Now he and Bones were running for their lives through a forest trying to escape while Spock went to detonate the device that would halt the volcanic explosion.

            “We have to do this now, Captain,” said Sulu on Shuttle One. “The shuttle wasn’t built for this kind of heat.”

            (Y/N) strapped Spock into his heat-proof suit, carefully checking for any cracks. They wanted their boyfriend as safe as possible during this dangerous mission.

            “Captain, did the indigenous life-forms see you?” asked Spock.

            “No, Mr. Spock, they did not,” said Kirk, obviously lying (though he had worn a hood and mask).

            “The Prime Directive clearly states that there can be no interference with the internal development of alien civilizations,” said Spock, and (Y/N) chuckled at his focus on protocol at all times.

            “I know what it says!” said Kirk, panting over the communicator. “Which is why I’m running through the jungle wearing a disguise! Now drop off your super ice cube and let’s go! Kirk out!”

            “You’re good,” said (Y/N) after checking the suit.

            Spock nodded and knelt to open up the device.

            “If we’re going to do this, we’ve got to do it now!” said Sulu. “This ash is killing our coils.”

            (Y/N) put Spock’s helmet on next and smiled at it. “Are you still sure you don’t want me to go?”

            “I’d prefer to risk my own life instead of yours,” said Spock honestly.

            “How sweet,” teased (Y/N), touching their fingers to his covered ones before letting him go.

            “We have to go now,” said Sulu.

            “I’ll see you in ninety seconds, okay?” said (Y/N), and Spock nodded.

            (Y/N) and Sulu sat in the cockpit, and the doors shut. Spock attached a coil to himself, and Sulu opened a trapdoor. Spock fell down into the volcano below that was preparing to blow. (Y/N) couldn’t help but wince in worry. They didn’t want Spock to get hurt. They loved him so much.

            Bam!

            The shuttle shook as the smoke and debris became too much, and the console began to flash in warning as they spun.

            “Prerequisite change: 2-7-3,” said the computer. The engine was overheating. “Reduce descent.”

            “I can’t hold this position,” said Sulu. “Spock, I’ve got to pull you back up.”

            “Negative, this is our only chance to save this species,” said Spock. “If this volcano erupts, the planet dies.

            The shuttle shook and swung as the pre-eruption hit it. It couldn’t take much more.

            “Pull him back up! Now!” said Sulu.

            (Y/N) grabbed the handle and pulled it down. The coil began to wind back as the shuttle sailed upwards.

            Snap!

            The coil broke, and Spock fell onto a floating rock, thankfully avoiding the lava flow.

            In a panic, (Y/N) cried, “Spock, are you okay?!”

            “I am, surprisingly, alive,” said Spock. “Stand by.”

            (Y/N) couldn’t relax, though. They were tense as the volcano rumbled ominously. Spock was stuck inside.

            “We have to get him back,” said (Y/N) to Sulu. “I can suit up and go down to get him.”

            “It’s too dangerous, your cord will break,” said Sulu.

            “We can’t leave him down there,” snapped (Y/N).

            “We don’t have a choice!” said Sulu desperately. “I’m sorry, (L/N).” His emotions were a mess of sadness, anxiety, and fear.

            (Y/N) clenched their jaw but opened the comms again. “Spock, we’re going back to the Enterprise, but we’ll get you out of there. I promise.”

            “Captain, we’re ditching the shuttle,” said Sulu, stripping into the wetsuit beside (Y/N). “You’ve got to make it to the Enterprise on your own.”

            “Wonderful!” said Kirk sarcastically, still running.

            “(L/N), you ready to swim?” asked Sulu.

            “Ready,” said (Y/N).

            They jumped out the trapdoor and landed in the ocean below while the shuttle careened into the volcano. (Y/N) and Sulu pressed the button on their mouthpieces to activate oxygen stores and small thrusters to propel them through the water. A few moments later, two other figures landed in the water—Bones and Kirk. All four swam towards the Enterprise hidden under the waves, and the ship picked them up.

            The water drained from the chamber, and Scotty opened the doors.

            “Do you have any idea how ridiculous it is to hide a starship on the bottom of the ocean?” he questioned. “We’ve been down here since last night! The salt water’s gonna ruin the—”

            “Scotty, where’s Spock?” asked (Y/N).

            Scotty swallowed. “Still in the volcano.” Concern wound through his aura and swept over (Y/N)’s skin. “We haven’t been able to get him yet.”

            Instantly, Bones, Kirk, (Y/N), Scoty, and Sulu ran towards the bridge to get to work.

            “Captain on Bridge!” announced Chekov as they all ran in.

            “Lieutenant, do we have an open channel to Mr. Spock?” asked Kirk.

            “The heat’s frying his comms, but we still have contact,” said Uhura. (Y/N) didn’t hesitate to put on a headset to keep track themself, as well.

            “Spock?” said Kirk, opening the channel.

            “I have activated the device, Captain,” said Spock. “When the countdown is complete, the reaction should render the volcano inert.”

            “Yeah, and that’s gonna render him inert!” snapped Bones, his anger belying his worry.

            “Negative, sir, not with those magnetic fields,” said Sulu.

            “We need to beam Spock back to the ship,” said Kirk. “Give me one way to do it.”

            “Uh, maybe if we had a direct line of sight,” said Chekov.

            “You’re talking about an active volcano!” cried Scotty. “Sir, if that thing erupts, I cannot guarantee we can withstand the heat.”

            “I don’t know that we can maintain that kind of altitude,” added Sulu.

            “Our shuttle was concealed by the ash cloud, but the Enterprise is too large. If utilized in a rescue, it would be revealed to the indigenous species,” said Spock.

            “We’re not leaving you,” said (Y/N) fiercely.

            Kirk nodded. “I’m with (Y/N). Spock, nobody knows the rules better than you, but there has got to be an exception.”

            “None. Such action violates the Prime Directive,” said Spock.

            “Spock,” said (Y/N), voice pained.

            “Shut up, Spock! We’re trying to save you, damn it!” said Bones, stepping up.

            “Doctor, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few,” said Spock.

            “We’re talking about your life, Spock!” said (Y/N).

            “The rule cannot be broken—” The channel cut off, and (Y/N) covered their mouth. Uhura moved to their side in worry.

            “Spock!” shouted Kirk, but no reply came. “Uhura, get him back.”

            Uhura nodded and worked on the controls. Instantly, (Y/N) was beside her, furiously working.

            “Ninety second to detonation!” warned Chekov.

            “If Spock were here and I were there, what would he do?” asked Kirk.

            “He’d let you die,” said Bones.

            (Y/N) whirled on him. “He wouldn’t. He cares about all of us.”

            Kirk and (Y/N) made eye contact, and he nodded. “Sulu. Take us up.”

            They all knew the risks and the issues with the Prime Directive. But they weren’t to leave their friend behind.

            “Yes, sir,” said Sulu, firing up the thrusters.

            The Enterprise erupted out of the water, right in front of the indigenous people. Ignoring the consequences, the Enterprise flew towards the volcano. Ten seconds were left to save Spock. Everyone was tense, and cloudy emotions floated around the Bridge.

            “I’ve got him!” said Scotty, programming from the Bridge.

            Not a second too soon. The device detonated, and an explosion went off below, freezing over the volcano. The Enterprise didn’t wait around, though, and flew out of the atmosphere, leaving the volcano and their disruption of the Prime Directive behind.

            Spock rematerialized in the Transport Room. Bones, Kirk, and (Y/N) were there in a moment to greet him worriedly.

            “Spock!” said (Y/N), hugging him. The heat of the volcano remained, but a little suit and warmth didn’t stop them. Spock let out a soft breath as he held them in return.

            “You alright?” asked Kirk.

            “Captain, you let them see our ship,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) let go and stepped back, frowning. “You’re alive and that’s what you say?”

            “He’s fine,” huffed Bones.

            “Captain,” said Uhura over the comms.

            “Yes, Lieutenant?” said Kirk.

            “Please notify Commander Spock that his device has successfully detonated,” said Uhura.

            Kirk smiled happily and nodded at Spock. “You hear that? Congratulations, Spock. You just saved the world.”

            “You violated the Prime Directive,” repeated Spock.

            “Oh, come on, Spock. They saw us. Big deal,” said Kirk, downplaying the severity.

            “Spock, we couldn’t leave you to die,” said (Y/N).

            “But the Prime Directive—”

            “How could you expect us to leave you there?” snapped (Y/N). Bones and Kirk took a step back.

            “It is protocol,” said Spock.

            “I couldn’t let you die,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms. “Do you think I should have?”

            “It would have been necessary,” said Spock.

            “So if someone else had been down there, you really would have just left?” (Y/N) knew Spock and knew all he’d been through and would do for those he cared fro, but his hesitance was infuriating. “Unbelievable.” They turned and stormed out of the Transport Room.

            “Good job, buddy,” said Bones, slapping Spock on the shoulder. “You angered your partner, probably the nicest person in the world.”

            “I…I would not have left them,” said Spock. As much as the Prime Directive mattered, to watch (Y/N) die would destroy him.

            “We know,” said Kirk. “But that’s the same way they feel about you.”

            “And it’s the face you think your death should matter less is exactly why they’re pissed,” said Bones. “Good luck!” He walked out of the room.

            “Don’t worry, Spock,” said Kirk. “(L/N) will come around as long as you show you’re glad to be alive.”

            Spock nodded curtly. He didn’t want (Y/N) upset at him…And he knew Kirk was right. (Y/N) loved him like he loved them. Undoubtedly, it would destroy them to watch him die. That being said, Spock would rather die himself than witness (Y/N)’s death.

            He would break if he lost them. (Y/N) was Spock’s heart.

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TOS!Spock x Fem!Reader; The Visitor

Modern!AU where Spock is an alien who lands in the reader’s backyard and seeks shelter while repairing his ship. Eventual romance and smut. Inspired in part by this fic here! Reader is an American and shorter than Spock. Barely proofread. 

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood and bodily harm. Language. Sassy reader and sassy Spock. 

Part 1:  You know that I was hoping that I could leave this star-crossed world behind- But when they cut me open I guess that changed my mind

Damn that dog. 

You were sure she always hated you. She had never truly liked anyone but your grandfather. However, it always seemed like toleration than actually liking him. She came inside when called by your grandfather; your grandmother she had always staunchly ignored. She nipped at visitors when they tried to pet her in her younger days and if anyone ever left their meatballs unattended at the dinner table she’d gobble them up. 

The most you could get away with in later years were a few pets to her head before she huffed and rolled over out of your reach. She barked whenever packages were delivered and snapped at the ankles of your estranged family when they’d try to surprise you. At least she was good for that. 

The dog and the house were left to you when your grandmother died, your grandfather passing only some time earlier. 

You were grateful, truly-but, ever since then the property taxes and Spaghetti, your dog, had been a pain in your ass.

Today especially. 

A loud BAM caused you to jerk from a light doze. You fell off the sofa in a silly manner and sat in shock. For a split second, you thought it had to be thunder, but you knew it wasn’t.  Following the noise a bright, piercing light shined through the back windows of the house, bathing the whole den in white. 

It lasted for a whole fifteen seconds before dying out. You were left in near darkness, the power having gone out. The only light was from a dying fire you had lit hours ago. You had been curled up cozily on the sofa and now you were a pile on the rug. 

Spaghetti gave a little gruff, stepping on and over you. 

You clambered to the kitchen, not giving your eyes much time to adjust, and looked through the bay window to the woods in the back yard. You could see a small line of smoke billowing in the rain.

The old hound barked and you reached the wall phone, an antique to some and tried to dial for the police. No dial tone. 

“Shit.” 

She barked again. 

“Woof yourself.” 

You did not want to go out there, especially in the pouring rain at night. 

The light was what freaked you out the most.  Lightening didn’t flash for that long. Could it have been a plane crash? There was a small business airport near by. You weren’t even sure if it was still operation and besides, as far as you were concerned aviation crashes didn’t cause that much light for that length of time. If at all. 

Something was out there, though. 

You found yourself frozen, having already donned your raincoat and goulashes. Your hand was shaking thinly on the door knob, your other hand gripping the flashlight. 

You opened the door only a crack and immediately was greeted by a rush of cold air. You almost forgot it was late fall and the rain was freezing.

“Nope no way. I’d rather live,” you said. 

The dog decided that that was a great time to nudge her nose through the crack and force the door open. 

“Spaghetti!” you called, exasperated, heading out onto the porch. 

Damn it!

“Spaghetti, come back!” you cried, moving outside, trying to find her with the light on your beam.

You heard her bark and moved out further into the rain, following the direction of her bark.

The flashlight shined a concise path into the forest and against the opaque haze of rainclouds you could make out the billow of smoke. 

Except there was no fire.

You were trembling as you moved into the woods. The area well known even in the dark from your time as a child exploring them. You stepped on slippery rocks and roots and birthed into a clearing, forcibly made by a...wreckage?

You shined the light on what could only be an alien craft. You couldn’t even begin to describe what it even resembled other than such.

Lo and behold sat Spaghetti sat there, tail wagging, tongue lolled out.

“Come here!” you hissed.

She only sneezed in response and turned her backside to you, sniffing the wreckage.

Turn around right now, your brain screamed. Turn around right now and pretend you didn’t see a thing.

There was the sound of rushed air being let go and the metallic creak of a ramp being lowered like a mote.

Spaghetti began barking again, backing up next to you.

That same white light flashed out over you, although it was significantly duller than before. Silhouetted in the light was a figure, tall and very like that of a human man.

You instinctively shined the light on him. Dark eyes met yours and he took a step forward only to immediately clutch his side and crumple.

He plummeted off the short side of the ramp and you ran to meet him, coming to your knees at his fallen body.

He hardly looked alien if it wasn’t for his elf like ears, framing both sides of his face. You pressed a tentative hand to the side of his face. His eyes fluttered and closed again. You felt something desperate pull at your heart.

You could not leave him here.

--

How you managed to pull him through the mud and muck back into your home was nothing short of a miracle. You were relieved to see the power had come back on. 

After laying him out on the rug you felt sure you yourself would collapse next to him of exhaustion. You both were soaked and your first mission was to get you and him dry. You hastily went upstairs, tearing through an old dresser in a spare bedroom. You never threw out your grandfather’s old clothes and it would be awkward, but this was the only resource you had.

You didn’t know the extent of his injuries yet so you grabbed a first aid kit you barely knew how to use for good measure.

When you returned he was the same as you found him, making a nice wet stain in the old rug. Spaghetti had laid adjacent to his body, head resting on his chest.

You were appalled at how she had been acting. She was never like this-well, except when your grandfather was sick. The realization frightened you. 

You knelt to him and realized you were still trembling as you pushed his dark hair back to reveal a small gash that was oozing green.

He really wasn’t of this world.

His eyebrows, which stopped growing at the arch, furrowed at your touch and then relaxed again which you forced your shaking to stop.

You removed your hand and then awkwardly moved to undress him. He wore a set of robes that were dark in color with a high collar. The material was unknown to you, but it was heavy.

The whole moment was surreal. Maybe this was a fever dream, you thought, as you peeled off each piece of clothing one by one.

His chest was hairy and you found yourself blushing. At the sight of a deep wound streaming from his left flank, however, you were no longer enamored. You pressed gauze to the wound and held it there for as long as you thought might clot the bleeding. You right hand were nearly soaked with green, but after some time the flow finally stopped and you could remove pressure.

You found peroxide in the kit and were hesitant to use it on his wound. Would it hurt him more than help? Would it even work on his alien body? Would it poison him?

You  retrieved clean gauze and poured a bit of the solution into it. You gently pressed it to the large cut and he was up like a livewire.

He clutched your wrist with a steel like grip, his brown eyes wide and bloodshot.

You squeaked and struggled in his hold.

Spaghetti jumped back and yapped her head off, tail wagging.

He said something evenly, something you couldn’t understand.

You felt tears bubble up in the corner of your eyes and instantly you were released. You scrambled backwards against the fire place and he sat there on the rug, chest rising and falling harshly.

His face, however, was extremely controlled and almost devoid of anything.

“Who are you?”

His voice was deep and something in it excited you.

Wait.

Wait.

“You’re speaking English,” you blurted, that being the only thing you could focus on at the moment.

“Affirmative.”

“You’re...awake.”

“Astute,” he glanced around and reached for his side again, giving a wince. “Yes. I do not intend to alarm you, but I must inquire of where I am, exactly.”

“You...you’re in my house...” You further clarified by the name of your little home town and state.

“I see,’ he continued to look around and finally settled his gaze upon you.

“And you are...?”

“Y/N.” Your mouth was full of cotton and a thin tremor had taken control of your body.

“Do not be afraid,” he said and tried to stand, on failing at the sharp pain he felt in his side. He clambered back down to the rug, “I mean no harm to you.”

Spaghetti eventually settled down and sat next to you, cocking her head.

He reached for the gauze you had attempted to use to disinfect his wound and turned it over, finally pressing his softly to his side. He winced again but quickly regained his composure.

You drew your knees up to your chest, too afraid to any come closer. He didn’t seem threatening, but the way he had grabbed you frightened you. The wild look in his eye.

You tried to convince yourself he was scared in that moment; shocked to see an unfamiliar face in a place he had never been before.

“How...how do you know English?” you asked.

He looked over you and then met your eyes. Your eyes fluttered down, pink flushing up your neck and reaching your ears.

“My mother is Terran,” he informed you.

“Terran?”

“From Earth,” he further elaborated, “My father is of Vulcan and as am I, as it is where I was born.”

You found the courage to nudge yourself a little closer and crawled enough to where you were two feet away.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

He held up his free hand, spreading his fingers into a strange salute.

“I am Spock.”

“Spock,” you repeated, feeling the name on the edge of your lips. You held out a hand, “P-pleased to meet you.”

He only looked at it quizzically and you withdrew your hand awkwardly.

--

You probably should have been more freaked out that you were, but for some reason you were calmly packing his wound and trying not to wrap the gauze around his midsection so tightly. You didn’t make eye contact-no, couldn’t as you tended to his wounds. Why did you feel so embarrassed? You had seen a man half naked before. You had slept fully naked with multiple people. Was it his ears? You almost had the inclination to pinch them, but seeing as he wouldn’t even shake your hand, that was a big no-no. Even people on earth didn’t do that-well, strangers didn’t.

You remember your grandmother snagging your ear after finding the broken window your baseball had sailed through.

Spaghetti was sitting on his other side, casually sniffing at him. He paid her no mind however.

Jesus, you thought, she’s never been this nice to a stranger.

“Y/N.”

You looked up and were met with dark eyes, deep and ever so slowly burning into your face.

“Thankyou for your assistance,” he continued, “The location of my wound is approximate five point seven centimeters from my heart and would have been fatal.”

“No problem,” you replied, sticking the final wrap of coban to itself, “Just don’t harvest my organs.”

What was supposed to be a half-hearted joke was met by silence. His brow furrowed for a split second and then returned to its default state of stone.

“I do not comprehend such a statement.”

You felt the color drain from you face a bit.

What if he was here to harvest you? Probe you, splay you on an operation table-wait.

“Your heart is in your stomach?” you back-peddled unintentionally.

“Precisely where a human’s liver would be located.”

Please don’t take my liver, Mister Spaceman.

Your face was still pale, eyes wide. He stared at you a moment. He gingerly grabbed the neatly folded stack of you grandfather’s clothes you provided him.

Spaghetti who had been sniffing him for over fifteen minutes at this point licked a long stripe up his cheek.

He finally acknowledged her, “No, thankyou. I presume this a...companion of some kind.”

“She’s my dog. Spaghetti.”

“Spaghetti,” he repeated. You assumed it was meant to be a question, but it came out more like a statement. His voice was so...even and monotone almost.

“That’s her favorite food.”

He nodded, “I see.”

“I assume you possess a lavatory in this domicile,” he said as he stood. Jesus, Spaceman was tall.

You pointed down the hall, “Second door to the left.”

“I shall return.”

You nodded, mouth feeling dry.

It had dawned on you, all at once, without warning.

You had an alien in your house-who knew where your liver was in your body.

But-you kept reminding yourself, his mother was from Earth. Meaning he was half human his self. What if that was a lie? He could speak English after all.

You glanced at the phone in the kitchen. No police would ever believe you over the phone. Even if someone showed up the wreck and Spock would be seized and then you’d be tossed in a looney bin for good measure. A total cover up, government style.

Maybe you were already in an institution, hallucinating all of this.

“Pinch me,” you murmured.

“Why would I perform such an act? It seems it would be unpleasant to you.”

You looked up to see Spock standing over you, a spectacle in your dead grandfather’s clothes.

“You seem unwell.”

You stood, still a good head shorter than he.

“Spock, why are you here?” you asked, trying to conceal the shiver

“Because you brought me here,” he replied, as if it was the only explanation you needed.

Smartass.

“No, Spock, on Earth,” you urged.

He tilted his head, “As I said before, my mother is Terran. I have always wanted to visit after hearing her stories.”

You nodded, half convinced, “What’s her name.”

“Amanda Grayson.”

“She’s-”

“Terran.”

“No,” you started, “She’s American?”

“Indeed,” he replied moving over to lean on the side of the couch. His hand had come to rest on his injured side. He did not make any kind of face to indicate he was uncomfortable, however.

“So...” you glanced around the room a bit, feeling around for a not completely obvious way to interrogate him, “What state is she from?”

“Iowa,” he answered simply. “That is where I was travelling to initially.”

“Oh, buddy, you’re way away from there,” you snorted.

“Still astute, aren’t you,” he retorted, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“What?” you asked, thrown off.

“I was simply stating that you are aware of your location in terms of state and distance from my intended location-”

“I know when someone’s being a smartass,” you rolled your eyes. “Anyway, what’re you doing all the way out here. Did you crash?”

Stupid question. You knew that already. You mentally slapped yourself. 

“Affirmative.”

“Why?”

“That-” he answered, “is something I have yet to discover. That of which is something I would like to do now.”

--

“I’m not going out there with you,” you said, hands on each hip.

Spaghetti whined at his feet.

“I did not inquire upon you to accompany me,” Spock said pulling on a pair of rainboots, also your grandfather’s. It was so odd to see his clothes being used. It almost felt perverse. However, he did change back into his soaking wet clothes-at least the under tunic and slack that were under his robes.

It was oddly respectful.

“I don’t think you should go out there either,” you said, “You’re still hurt and the weather has gotten worse.”

“Precisely why I must return to the ship,” he said, already heading to the door, “There is a medical kit I must retrieve. These bandages will not suffice in helping my blood clot efficiently. The wound is much deeper than I initially realized and I am due to slowly bleed out over the next twelve hours.”

You made a face, fully flustered with him, “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I just did.”

You huffed. Men. “What if you get hurt worse than you already are?”

He looked down at you, “I did not say I was opposed to your company. I would let you go alone to retrieve the kit if it were not plausible that you would not get lost or injured in the process.”

“I’m not useless,” you said, pouting a little.

“Strange. You keep reiterating statements that I have not made, “ he remarked, “Mother does the same thing.”

Your neck flushed. You wasn’t sure if that was meant to be sweet or insulting.

“Are you to accompany me or not, pi' veh.”

A sharp thought pierced into your mind, causing your stomach to drop.

That’s just what he wants, isn’t it? To get you on his ship, alone, so he can splice you and-

“Y/N-you look unwell again.”

You grabbed your grandfather’s unused coat that had hung next to your grandmother’s, gathering dust on the hook for several years.

You handed it to him, “Be careful.”

Spaghetti woofed quietly followed by a little whine.

“No, you can’t go,” you said as the extra-terrestrial disappeared. 

You slid down to the floor with your back to the door, leaning your head against the wood. 

Spaghetti wined again. 

“We have to be patient.” 

You place your hand atop her head. She let it stay there for two seconds and then ducked, moving to lay beside you. You tried to scratch her ear, but she rolled over, woofing quietly.

“He said he had twelve hours before he bled out, “you said to yourself, “He’ll be fine.”

You closed your eyes. 

--

You awoke with a start Spaghetti woofing into your ear. You could smell her rancid breath. 

“Gross,” you shoved her away. How long had you been asleep? 

You looked at the clock. Nearly an hour had passed.  You looked around. The fire had died out completely and your grandfather’s boots and coat were still missing. 

Fuck. 

Spaghetti whined louder, nipping at your ankle. 

“Okay, okay!” you sighed, “Fine! But you have to stay here this time.” 

The dog plopped back down on her bottom as if acknowledging your statement.

You shakily grabbed your rain coat, still dripping a bit from earlier. You grabbed the flash light and the fire poker for good measure. 

Gird your livers, folks. 

You stepped out once again and cursed yourself for not changing back into your wet clothes once again like Spock had before. Now you’d be the proud owner of two sets of wet clothes.

Although the rain had lightened some the wet still settled through your coat and stuck like ice to your skin. 

It was a bit easier to navigate down to the wreckage again as you retraced your steps in the flashlight’s beam. The smoke had been stifled and there was no light coming from the ship. The door was still down and you hesitantly took a step onto the ramp. 

You nearly ate dirt as you slipped and fell onto your backside. Embarrassingly you continued forward on your hands and knees, clutching the flashlight in your armpit. 

This is probably a trap, you mercilessly thought, or he’s dead. 

Shit. 

You made it inside a small cargo hold it seemed like and shined your light on what looked like a ladder. Little smears of green were on the bars. 

His blood. 

Shit again. 

You shined a light up into the hole. “Spock!”

No answer. 

“Spock, answer me!”

Nothing.

You took in a deep breath.

“You come down this instant! If you think you’re going to eat my liver you’re wrong buddy!”

“Vulcans are--vegetarian.”

Your heart did a leap at the sound of his voice and immediately settled in your stomach. He sounded out of breath.

“Are you okay?” You carefully began up the ladder, to what may have been your funeral. It was too late now. You were already invested. 

“Spock?” you called again, in a softer voice. 

You crawled into what you could only assume to be a cockpit with its control board and chairs. It was sleek and devoid of much color. It had a wide windscreen which showed blurry stars and rain streaks. 

“Y/N.”

You turned to see Spock sitting again the wall with a some kind of kit in hand. It looked as if he had begun to staple his wound but had only got halfway. His hands were soaked in green.

“Spock!” you hissed and clambered closer. 

“I thought you were not coming.”

“I thought you were dead.” 

“Or to eat you, apparently.” 

You ears flushed pink. “You’re bleeding all over the place!” 

You noticed a set of shiny fabric squares at his hip and assumed were towels of some kind. You picked one up and carefully pressed it to the unstapled wound. You didn’t know what you were doing. Panic had already settled in. He was pale and you were afraid. 

“The--local anesthetic was obliterated in the crash and I have found it somewhat difficult to operate under such conditions with one hand,” he explained eloquently even while wincing. 

He pulled the towels away to demonstrate. 

“You see, I need to hold the wound closed while I mend, but--” he tried to pinch his skin together, “-it keeps slipping. You must hold it together for me if I am to be successful.” 

Your stomach turned again. “Oh-okay.”

You tucked the flash light between the crook of your neck and shoulder. The vessel was not completely out of light. There were very dims lights outline the windscreen, but it didn’t seem like enough. 

You tried to pinch his skin together without your fingers dipping into the wound. 

“That will do,” he said, continuing to staple. The clicking noise it made reminded you of when your aunt took you to get your ears pierced at the mall. Your grandmother had been furious. Your right ear had gotten infected. 

You hoped furiously this wound didn’t get infected. You didn’t know if you could even get antibiotics for him, much rather if he could even take them. 

“Do you have medicine here?”

“In the bag,” he replied evenly, trying to steady his breath.

Slowly he stapled and you moved your hands along until you both reached the end. He reached into the med kit and pulled out something that looked like a hollow tube filled with an orange fluid. He fumbled it with his bloody grip and you caught it. 

“Press it to my abdomen, right above the sutures. There is a button on the side.” 

You did as he told and he stifled a hiss. You heard a spraying sound, but saw nothing come of it. The orange fluid had disappeared. 

Insulin?

“Medicine-” he answered as if he read your mind. “-to prevent infection.”

You returned the vial to the bag and grabbed a clean towel. You began to try to clean him up, shivering. 

“Let’s go home.”

PART TWO