#Star Trek drabble

[teacup-gathering-itself]

First human thing to make Vulcans, as a collective, act positively pre-surakian (read: uninhibitedly emotive) is playing a game of UNO.

Cultural exchange events that didn’t make it into the first contact curriculum on Earth simply due to the level of mischief it would inspire.

[subcutaneous-transponder]

Here’s a little angsty Spirk dialogue I’ve been working on.

“Do you remember anything, Spock?”

“Not a lot… Captain.”

“‘Captain’, so you remember who I am.”

“Not exactly; I know that you are my captain. It is as simple as the words I know to speak or the breath I know to breathe.”

“Spock— you are my number one aboard the starship—“

“Enterprise. Yes, I remember our ship.”

“Do you remember our quarters?”

“I remember my quarters.”

“Your quarters… Perhaps I’ll take you there.”

“That would be great. Take him somewhere familiar to him. It would be wise for Spock to take time away from commission. If he is not recovered within the week, I want him sent to Vulcan.”

“Alright, Bones.” “Come, Spock, let me help you to your quarters.”

-

“Is it comforting?”

“Comforting, Captain?”

“Yes, Spock, do you feel at home?”

“I’m not sure I understand. I do not ‘feel’.”

“Oh, right…”

“Is there more you wish to say, sir?”

“Jim, you can call me Jim.”

“… Jim.”

“You know Spock, you once told me that you loved me.”

“Love…”

“Yes, Spock. Do you not have even a residual sense of love for me left?”

“I do not understand. You are my captain. I have respect for you. I do not—“

“Love me.”

“No, Jim. I do not love you.”

“Good night, Spock… Rest well.”

[marlinspirkhall]

Sometimes, Kirk wakes up in the middle of the night with the words in his head, heart pounding, but never too fast.

The same words:

“Your lives mean slow death to the more valued members of the colony.”

Spock lies mere meters away, on the other side of the wall, but his appearance would require an explanation.

How can you talk about it, when your own survival relies on not being a burden?

“Your continued existence represents a threat to the well-being of society.”

He closes his eyes, breathes, and waits for the palpations to stop.

Survival depends on drastic measures.

[strangenewheadcanons]

“Hey, Jim?” Sam asks. Jim can feel his apprehension and raises his brow.

“Yeah?” He responds.

Sam swallows with a minuscule nod of his head. “I love you.”

A public display of affection is rare for Sam and it genuinely touches Jim. He offers him a little smile.

But he’s still Sam’s little brother after all. “Engage.”

Jim disappears in a flash of light, leaving a steaming Sam in his wake. “That little shit didn’t even say it back!”

[anewstartrekfan]

Star Trek Drabble: The Equirria

I just watched Redline for the first time in years and gonna steal a concept from it for a tos premise.

Anyway idea.

There’s an illegal space race called the Equirria that’s held annually. The federation usually lets it happen cuz its too much trouble to try and stop it since the course changes each time. However this year their intel heard that part of the race would go through the neutral zone. Unfortunately further attempts to gather details like what the course is even gonna be come up dry.

So Kirk, Spock, and Scotty are tasked with infiltrating the race, figuring out the route, and if possible, stopping it before it happens. As a backup, the Enterprise and other federation ships are on high alert on the boarder to the neutral zone as the race occurs.

The twist is that the Romulans had infiltrated the race’s organizers and set the finish line to be the boarder into the neutral zone in an attempt to give an excuse to reignite war with the federation.

After some Hijinks I haven’t come up with yet Kirk and the gang manage to get all the racers to stop except for one team, a group of Klingons.

They’re the ones that cross the neutral zone and while they win the race, they also end up either captured or destroyed by Romulans. Causing an incident like the Romulans planned, but with the Klingon empire rather than their mutual enemy, the federation.

Anyway anyone who reads this let me know what you think. May turn into a full story. Or may not. Depends on my mood.

[the-cosmic-creature]

i think star trek will stay with me forever.

it has injected me with a permanent joy and whimsy and helped me unlearn shame/cringe culture. most importantly, it makes me see the good in humanity.

star trek has affected me in ways i never knew media could affect me. it keeps me optimistic about humanity’s future, and inspires me to do what is right no matter what. star trek makes me unashamed to be myself, however nerdy or silly I may be.

star trek is so important to me and i have a feeling it always will be.

[lady-lazarus-13]

Does Julian Bashir Have An Ass?

We polled the residents of Deep Space Nine to get the scoop on Starfleet's most eligible bachelor. We're asking the big questions we know you've all been wondering.

Here's what they had to say:

"Why are you asking me about Julian's....Julian's ...?" The Chief went bright red.

"No," Worf answered.

"Yes," Jadzia said. "It was one of the first things I noticed. I was a little jealous, but Curzon said something about how he'd love to bounce a nickel off it."

Sisko rolled his baseball between his hands in thought and then threw back his head with a hearty laugh.

Keiko glanced away in deep thought. "You know, I rarely see him out of his uniform so I'm not sure and Miles refuses to tell me."

"I would go out of business if I shared my customer's measurements," said Garak with a small, mischievous smile. "But let's just say a tighter fit would accentuate his particular...assets quite nicely."

"You humanoids are so obsessed with your looks and body parts," said Odo in his gruff voice. "But yes, Doctor Bashir has a 'booty' as you put it. Just like the rest of you homo sapiens."

Leeta giggled. "What a funny question! He does. Not as grabbable as Rom's though...."

Quark waggled his eyeridges. "Oh, definitely. Look, consider me an expert."

Major Kira snapped the microphone in half before walking away as if nothing had happened. We did attempt to fix it, but unfortunately our recording from Morn was too garbled to accurately quote.

((Fanfic crack drabble for @tinyfaust))

[fetch-those-damned-bolt-cutters]

You think you can hurt me? I write star trek fanfiction knowing absolutely nothing about the medical and scientific fields

[v-thinks-on]

“What’s a logical gentleman like you doing in a place like this?”

Spock quirked an eyebrow at Jim, who merely smiled and slid into the empty seat beside him.

“Your best Vulcan tea for my charming companion,” Jim said to the woman behind the bar of the little deep space outpost where their ships had briefly docked.

“Admiral, there is no need for you to order tea on my behalf,” Spock protested, bemused by the illogical human gesture.

“I wouldn’t invite you back to my quarters without at least buying you a drink first.”

“Very well, Admiral, then I accept.”

[teacup-gathering-itself]

James “unfathomable number of allergies and frankly astonishing number of recessive traits” Kirk is visually interesting to Spock especially when compared to the other humans around; of course he subconsciously keeps sliding his gaze over to the captain. He’s also directly under his command, his attention should veer to Kirk as opposed to anyone else on board. It’s just his mind logically choosing who to defer to and who likely will need his attention most urgently. It’s his job, and he’s excellent at this job. That’s all it is. A logical conclusion regarding a noted pattern.

It’s definitely not got anything to do with the way his barely-in-regulation uniform frames his body, or the physique he maintains, or the devastating silhouette he cuts, or the charisma he exudes, or his illogical approach to life that somehow still works, or his exceptionally emotive voice that fills a room effortlessly, or his sheer brilliance and masterful grasp of complex mathematical and scientific concepts, or anything of that sort. Of course not. That would be illogical. And Spock is a being who is rooted in logical above all else.

[ifdragonscouldtalk]

"Commander Spock!"

"Cadet Kirk," Spock acknowledged as he turned, watching him drag his friend closer by force, grinning and waving with his free hand. Spock wasn't sure whether he liked Kirk or not yet, but Kirk had certainly decided that he liked Spock, and given they were both proteges of Captain Pike, they saw each other fairly often.

"Hey, it's great I ran into you! Chris wanted me to-"

When Spock turned to look at the friend Kirk had dragged with him, likely the infamous 'Bones', all other sensory input stopped. It was like electroshock to the brain, lighting up his bonding center and making his skin tingle, and the longer the man met his eyes the more breathless he felt. This was his intended, his one true love as his Mother had always described. He could taste it in the air. He was so absorbed in the beauty of the man's eyes that he hardly noticed the deepening scowl on his lips.

"Jim," he interrupted breathlessly, both the tone and the first use of his casual name stopping the exuberant cadet in his tracks, "who is your friend?"

He could barely see Kirk's smirk out of the corner of his eye. "This? This is my boyfriend, Bones."

The man broke eye contact with Spock to glare at Jim, and Spock had to blink several times to catch his bearings. "I told you to stop telling everyone I'm your boyfriend. We ain't dating! And my name ain't Bones."

"Is your boyfriend single?" Spock asked, glancing at Jim and feeling somewhat like a slavering dog, begging for a meal.

"Uhm," Jim responded, and then burst out laughing, while Bones caught his eye again with a bewildered look, exclaiming "What?"

How did Humans do this again?

Spock dropped down to his knees, then frowned at himself. "I do not have a ring. I know it is traditional. I will acquire you a ring. Will you marry me?"

Bones said nothing, staring in abject shock. It was true this was fast even for Vulcans. Several moments to process would be acceptable. "Is that Commander Spock? What is he doing?" he heard another cadet nearby mutter, but paid it no mind.

Through hysterical laughter, Jim managed to choke out, "Has he lost his fucking mind? Spock, are you sick?"

"Oh Christ!" Bones muttered, yanking a tricorder out of his bag to scan him. Of course, he was a doctor. A perfect profession to be his lifemate and challenge him intellectually, and to ensure his fragile health as a hybrid. Destiny and fate perhaps did exist.

"You need time to think," Spock said, rising smoothly to his feet once more. "I will acquire a ring. Rings are traditional."

"He doesn't like rings," Jim said, laughter gone and now starting to look worried.

"A necklace then! Perhaps vokaya," Spock said happily. "A necklace is traditional for Vulcan engagements. This is acceptable."

"Commander, do you even know his name?"

Spock blinked, looking between the two momentarily, entranced by the cute, concerned furrow between Bones' brow. "Bones. He is your boyfriend."

"Uh. No and no," Bones said, glaring at the results on the tricorder. "Dammit, these readings are all out of whack, Jim!"

"Chris says that's normal," Jim replied, though he looked worried. "Spock, I was joking. He's not my boyfriend, he's just my roommate. And his name is Leonard."

"McCoy," Leonard added gruffly, running another tricorder scan.

"Leonard McCoy," Spock almost sighed, tasting the name of his beloved on his tongue and feeling inordinately like his mother. He was unsure why they both looked so alarmed. "Then your boyfriend is single, Jim?"

"Uh yeah, 'cause he's not my boyfriend."

"Don't encourage his delusion!" Leonard snapped. "He's way too young for Bendii, and I'd swear Vulcans aren't prone to delusions or hallucinations-"

"You need time to think," Spock said. "You are both worried. I am of sound mind. I will go locate an appropriate necklace and come back to properly propose, Leonard."

"Commander, wait-!"

[illegalpaladin]

I'm not sure I've got a specific prompt for them in mind, but if you wanted to write something mcscotty for the drabble requests... that would be very cool!

When I got this prompt I was rubbing my little hands together like a fly. I've never written McScotty, but I definitely see the appeal!! I love both of them dearly. Here's what I came up with. I hope you like it!!

Scotty flinches. “Careful, Doctor. That stings.”

“Careful?” Leonard pauses his pass of the dermal regenerator and turns an angry glare up towards Scotty. “Now you’re worried about being careful?”

Scotty sighs, defeated. “It was just a hot pipe. Nothin’ to worry yourself over.”

They’re in Sickbay. Scotty hadn’t wanted to go, but–just his luck–Mr. Spock had been witness to the whole incident. And he, of course, had insisted. 

Not that he had any issues with spending some extra time with Leonard. 

Now, he’s sitting in a biobed, with Leonard’s hand gripping his wrist firmly. His palm is outstretched so that Leonard can see the burn stretched across his skin. 

“Nothing to worry about.” Leonard scoffs. Rolling his eyes, he turns the regenerator back on. “That’s what you said last week about the laceration on your leg.” 

“That was due to my own carelessness.” 

“And what you said about the chemical rash the week before that.” 

“A system malfunction. Nothin’ I couldn’t handle.” 

Leonard grunts. His gaze is sharp as he stares up at Scotty. “You’ve gotta be more careful, Monty.” 

Scotty just smiles softly. “It’s really not a big deal, Leonard. I can handle myself.”

Leonard shakes his head. Though the wound isn’t fully healed, he sets the regenerator down on the side of the biobed. Gently, he taps the tip of Scotty’s severed finger. “When does it become a big deal, Monty? When does it become too much to handle?”

Scotty falls quiet. He takes a moment to just study Leonard closely. He can see right through the act–he knows the scolding is covering a soft heart full of concern. He knows there’s affection and care behind every word.

It warms Scotty’s heart. Fills him with affection.

“Well,” Scotty whispers back, “for the things I cannae handle, I’ve got a doctor I can rely on.” 

There’s a flicker of warmth across Leonard’s face, but it’s quickly clouded by the same stern expression that Scotty has come to expect. “Spock practically dragged you down here.” 

Scotty feels the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles. “Doesn’t mean I don’t trust you.”

Leonard stares at him for a long moment. It’s like they’re in a stand-off. A battle of wills. 

Finally, with a sigh, Leonard picks up the regenerator and returns his attention to Scotty’s burnt hand. “It’s a good thing I like you, Monty. Because you sure don’t make this doctor thing easy.” 

[setmeatopthepyre]

Mustache

[ @118dailydrabble day 67] [tommy begins snippets] [118 words]

“What the hell got into Cap today?” Sal mutters, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.

Howie shrugs. “Pissed that he has to find someone to replace Eli?”

“I don’t know,” Tommy says, keeping his voice low. “He didn’t exactly put in the effort to find a second paramedic until Eli trained you for it.”

“So he just doesn’t trust me to do it alone, what a shocker.”

“Well, whatever it is, he’s walking around like a man on a mission,” Sal says.

Howie sighs. “And we can only wonder what that mission is.”

“To boldly go where no mustache has gone before?” Tommy suggests, earning him a bright laugh from Howie.

Sal groans. “You two gotta boldly get out.”

[yourbuerokrat2]

It was Picards retirement party. His former senior crew, some important diplomats and a self-proclaimed 'special guest' were there. Whose presence was, aside from his commentary during various speeches and a clear attempt at hogging Picards attention, strangely tolerable.

Until the end, that is.

It was .. bewildering when Q shook everyones hands, even congratulating Beverly on her new position and Riker on his captaincy.

"I am sure you all will be very busy. But don't you worry. I'll take good care of him from now on."

Putting his arm around Picard, Q snapped his fingers and they both were gone.

[subcutaneous-transponder]

Like Chamomile and Sunshine

Here's some fluffy Kirk/Spock drabble.

     Warm water spilled over Spock’s shoulders, rolling down his lean body. James was pressed against him, sharing in the stream of warmth that engulfed him. His muscles were slowly untensing, taut from arousal. Jim’s hands slid over his chest and wrapped around the back of his neck. The warmth of his large palms seeped into his skin. The height difference between them had only just occurred to Spock.

Jim was an inch or two shorter than he was, and perked himself up as he brushed his lips softly against Spock’s. As delicate as a whisper. “You taste so sweet, you know?” Spock murmured against Jim’s mouth.

“Do I?” Jim smirked.

Spock hummed, “like chamomile and sunshine.” James laughed, a smile stretching gloriously across his face, meeting the piercing blue of his eyes.

“And what does sunshine taste like?” His fingers slipped into Spock's hair. Spock loved when Jim did this; it drove him totally insane.

“Let me run some tests to find out for you,” Spock cooed, kissing Jim again, this time pulling him close, wrapping his torso up in his arms. James grunted softly against his lips and it was the most adorable sound Spock had heard escape Jim. When he finally found the strength to withdraw, he made sure to wrap a white plush towel around his hips before pulling a towel off the rack and holding it open for Jim. Spock felt Jim’s eyes lingering over him.

After a long flustered moment, James stepped into Spock’s offered towel. Spock wrapped him up, ensuring Jim’s warmth as he dried. Jim beamed up at Spock. “Thank you.” Spock fought the urge to ruffle Jim’s bouncy, golden hair with the towel.

A smile seized the edges of Spock’s lips. He grinned at James. “You’re welcome, t’hy’la.”

“T’hy’la?” James flushed harder. “My beloved,” Spock confirmed sweetly. “My love. You possess my heart to beat.”

Jim’s eyes filled with joy. He brought his finger tips to Spock’s, gently pressing them together. “I love you, too.”

[captainofthestrangestship]

Leonard McCoy Valentine's Event Day 4: Rose Petals

“He loves me.” Jim sing songs as he plucks a petal off a rose, it drifts to the floor of their quarters. 

Leonard rolls his eyes, how Jim got a rose in the middle of space, he doesn't know.

"He loves me not." He flicks that petal away.

"He loves me. He loves me not."

It goes on, Jim picking, plucking, pulling the rose bare of its petals until there's only two left.

"He loves me not."

Jim grins at him.

"He loves me."

"Don't need a rose to tell you that." Leonard says before pressing his lips to Jim's.