#doctor phlox one shot

[lizzie-is-here]

like the dawn

part xx- until the end of the line

“i knew i did from that first moment we met. it was… not love at first sight exactly, but familiarity. like: oh, hello, it’s you. it’s going to be you.” - mhairi mcfarlane

summary: 78 years later, you, steve, and bucky get your fairytail ending

wordcount: 1k

warnings: slight angst, cussing

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a/n: i’m so so sad to see this series go 😭 but i’ve really loved it fr and i’m excited to see where to go next. i’m not sure if i want to start another series or kinda just do some one shots or re-open requests, but ig we’ll see where it goes. love you all so, so much, and thank you for reading. i hope you enjoy 🫶

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“Is that everything?”

Steve nods as he sets the last box on the counter.

It’s only been a few months since everyone came back, but you all decided to move back to New York to be closer to everyone. Back to Brooklyn, precisely.

Natasha’s funeral was small. Quiet and personal on the lake at Tony’s cabin. A statue for her was being made, and would eventually sit a block or two from the tower.

Her absence was always noticeable, but everyone was slowly coming to grips with it. She would hate to see anyone wallowing.

You’d given your Romanian cottage to Wanda, who’d been intent on working on the grief of losing Vision. She called every now and then, showing you your healthy chickens and garden that thrived under her care.

Now, with Steve’s recent retirement and a bit of cash from the government as compensation, you all bought a large apartment back home.

Two arms, one metal and one skin, wrap around your waist. Bucky rests his head in between your wings and sighs.

“Don’t wanna unpack yet,” he mumbles. You laugh, turning around to kiss him before grabbing a box.

“C’mon. The faster we get done, the faster you can see your surprise.”

Both of your boys’ heads perked up at that. You had been hinting at it for weeks, but refused to tell them.

It had been a guessing game for a while now. A pet, another road trip, a shitty musical on Steve’s life? (That last one was true, much to your disdain.)

The one thing they hadn’t guessed was the small box tucked in the flowerbed full of phlox on your balcony.

“You never keep secrets,” Steve says as he starts hanging up clothes in the large closet. “Shocked you managed to keep this one.”

You gasp in fake indignation. “Steven Grant Rogers! How could you?”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Buck chimes in. “So inconsiderate.”

The blond rolls his eyes and kisses your forehead before grabbing a new box of clothes.

“I’m sorry, you are so very good at keeping secrets,” he grins.

Unpacking moves quickly from there, the three of you working efficiently as the sun starts sinking in the sky.

By the time you’re done, it’s 6:00. Stark’s throwing a party at 6:30, and he’ll throw a fit if you’re late.

He still bitches a bit when you make it at 6:15.

Most everyone’s there, smiling and filling each other in on the past months’ events.

Tony’s little girl is running around, Peter trailing close after her to make sure she doesn’t trip. Shuri and Bruce are in a heated yet friendly debate over AI, exchanging words that you don’t recognize, and from the look of T’Challa, who stands nearby, he doesn’t either.

Sam’s standing with your boys, annoying Bucky as Steve mediates. The new group, the “Guardians of the Galaxy” has huddled around Stephen Strange as the grumbling doctor creates various portals.

Everyone else is scattered about, drinking and enjoying each others’ company.

“Stark,” you greet at the presence behind you.

“Can’t get anything past you, can I?” he asks. You hum, glancing over at his new prosthetic. “How’s it been with the grandpas?”

“It’s been nice,” you admit. “Finished getting everything moved in today.” He nods, pretending to think for a moment before launching the question that brought him over in the first place.

“Soooo… Any upcoming fancy events we need to know about?”

You raise an eyebrow, not taking the bait. “Like what?”

“Oh, you know.” Stark waves a dismissive hand. “Two suits for them, a nice dress for you. White is really your color by the way. Plus, maybe it could have a nice cake at it. A few dances, nothing special.”

When you only deadpan at him, he continues.

“It could start with ‘W’ and end in ‘edding’-“

“Alright, maybe!” you finally say. “I haven’t given them the rings yet.”

Tony balks. “Seriously? Of all the people I expected to be nervous about proposing, it wouldn’t be you.”

You frown. “Why?”

“Listen, the three of you are madly in love. Anyone who’s anyone could tell you that, if any of us were made for each other, it’s you three.” He silently gags at his words, as if disgusted by the sappiness. “I hate it, but I’m right.”

He sips his (Morgan’s) sparkling grape juice. “Speak of the devils.”

You look up as your boys approach.

“Hey doll,” Bucky smiles before pressing a kiss to your hand. “Miss us?”

“Please,” Tony holds up a hand. “Spare me.”

He whisks away after his daughter, but not before nodding to you with a very obvious wink.

Maybe he’s right.

———————————————————————

That night, as soon as you get home, your boys are pestering you for the surprise.

“Fine, fine,” you concede, opening the doors to the balcony. “Go sit down on the couch.”

When you present the small box, you can hear both of their heart rates quicken.

“Um, the last five years, I had a lot of time to think,” you begin. “It was horrible, being alone. Sure, not everyone was gone, but you two were, and every morning I’d wake up and-“ You pause to swallow the tears.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bucky whispers. “You don’t have to talk about it right now, doll.”

You sit in between them, wings getting squished a bit on the plush couch.

You give a firm nod, pressing forward. “Anyways, when we were going back in time for the Stones, they had me do a test run.”

“Where’d you go?” Steve asks.

A pause. “I went back to our apartment. Before the war. And I grabbed this.”

You open the box, where three gold bands lie.

“They’re…“

“My parents’,” you cut the brunet off. “My dad always promised my mom he’d resize and put a diamond on her wedding band when he had enough money, but… he never got around to it.���

Steve and Bucky each lift a band, with you doing the same.

“D’you want a traditional proposal?” Steve jokes. You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Nothing about us is traditional,” you reply.

All three of you wordlessly slip on the rings, before Bucky pipes up from your left with both pinkies extended.

“‘Til the end of the line?”

You and Steve respond in kind.

“Until the end of the line.”

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A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 070 - The Corruption of Archer

Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 3 Episode 19 - Damage

Continuing right on from where we left off, our crew is in a rather dire position. I think this is the most damage that Enterprise has taken, at least outside of Alter timeline quantum parasite shenanigans. But suddenly: The Xindi withdraw for reasons unknown. My first thought was that Archer had given over the information the Xindi wanted, but after the intro it turns out the Xindi Council had ordered it. They've also arranged to take Archer out of the Reptilians hands. It would appear Archer's gambit of Degra has payed off.

Meanwhile on Enterprise, all hands are on Deck to make repairs. The Warp engines are destroyed, so they have to limp away from Azati Prime on Impulse. I love how broken the ship feels here. Sparks are flying, debris is everywhere, the medical bay is full. The ship really does feel like it's taken a beating.

Instead of being transported to the Xindi council however, it appears the Aquatic Xindi have been ordered to take Archer back to Enterprise. It would also appear however, that T'Pol is succumbing to the effect that Trellium D has on the Vulcans. The show choses to bring it into focus right way, but even afterwards, T'Pol's actress is amazing having it's effect subtly come through in her performance in later scenes that don't focus on it. We also learn later that this was less the direct effects of exposure to Trellium D, but rather it seems she's becoming addicted to it. A drug addiction allegory seems like it's come out of nowhere, but I'm willing to see where this goes. Between the her SA allegory, the AIDs allegory and now this, it does feel like they've been putting every 90's talking point onto one character. She does have an honest conversation about it with Phlox though

During the repairs, there are a few really good crew interactions I like. Travis's reassurance to Hoshi that "We are getting home" was great. Archer and Phlox also had a great scene in Archer's quarters, talking about ethics as both doctors and Captains, as Archer considers stealing another ship's warp coil by force. This appears to be the turning point in the whole corruption arc that was hinted at early in the season. The way this conversation was shot, with the lighting keeping Phlox in the dark and out of focus was beautiful. Archer is going down a dark path, and I'm really interested to see if he can make it out the other side without becoming a villain.

The action scene aboard the alien ship during Archer's attempt at Piracy, while T'Pol was trying to keep both ships alive was brilliant. Plus we got a nice scene of Phlox and T'pol have a nice seen of friendship together, and it's really great seeing Phlox become her confidant.

This episode was a lot more interesting that the other main plot episodes. I like that we're properly launching into Archer having to make these Morally Dubious decisions. He's made a few before, but this is the first time the episode hasn't been treating him as if he's right, and I'm excited to see where his character arc goes.

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Tales from the Holodeck: ENT Fanfic: Ames’s Teleplay

Celebration! We’ve luckily finished Star Trek: Enterprise here on A Star to Steer Her By, and good riddance. There’s only one thing left to do in our typical style: show the writers how it’s really done by writing up our own fanfic stories and teleplays with carefully selected characters from the series. Will they end up better than most episodes of Enterprise? Low bar, folks.

Let’s move on in our schedule to Ames’s teleplay in our “Tales from the Holodeck” fanfic series. It’s a longy, as is typical, and features the craziest Soong iteration yet, as is also typical. Follow along below and/or listen to the cold reads on this week’s podcast episode (this one starts at 42:56). Approve the selection to begin the fanfic process.

[images © Paramount/CBS]

“Station, Repair Thyself”

By Ames

Random Main Character Pick(s): Phlox Character Draft Picks: Arik Soong, Repair Station

TEASER: “The Prison”

Exterior. Establishing shot: The Harris Maximum Security Rehabilitation Center of San Francisco – a high-tech facility with obviously complex security checkpoints and futuristic scanning capabilities. 

Interior. GUARD 1 and GUARD 2 sit behind a desk at a checkpoint with various screens of prison locations streaming through footage behind them. They pick occasionally from a bowl of futuristic candy that looks something like everlasting gobstoppers.

GUARD 1: Did he have any next-of kin?

GUARD 2: Didn’t they all get killed?

GUARD 1: They did, but I mean direct next-of kin?

GUARD 2: Doubt it.

GUARD 1: That’s a shame. No one to carry on his work.

GUARD 2: Not that that’s a bad thing.

PHLOX approaches in that shuffley walk of his. The two GUARDS look at each other then pick up the candy dish from the desk and hide it in a drawer. PHLOX notices this and cocks his head.

PHLOX: Afternoon, officers.

GUARD 1: Doctor. Didn’t realize you were here already. Didn’t we just call you in?

PHLOX: I was in the area attending to personal matters.

GUARD 2: Everything check out?

GUARD 1: No signs of foul play?

PHLOX: I’m afraid there’s nothing new I can tell you. My evaluation confirms the initial report. The cause of death was an anaphylactic reaction to ingestion of food.

GUARD 2: Ingestion of food?

GUARD 1: What did he eat?

PHLOX: Peanut butter.

GUARD 2: He was allergic to peanut butter?

PHLOX: It would seem so. I don’t understand why you needed to call me here to verify such an obvious assessment. Any medical scanner could do it.

GUARD 1: He’d requested you specifically as his forensic pathologist in the event of his death.

PHLOX: He did? When was this?

GUARD 1: (Pulls up a tablet.) Um. Recently, I’m sure. Yes, just last month he updated his documentation.

PHLOX: Lucky me. Even in death, he ropes me into his mayhem. Well, if that will be all, accept my sympathies, though frankly I won’t miss that deviant.

GUARD 2: Not many will.

GUARD 1: I found him cordial enough.

PHLOX: I’d say that was all part of his deception. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, officers.

GUARD 2: You as well, Doctor.

GUARD 1 holds out the tablet to PHLOX who looks at it quizzically for a moment before pressing his handprint onto it. GUARD 1 nods and gestures at the first of several gates that lead to the exit. PHLOX passes through it, there’s a pause, then a green light turns on and the next gate opens up. PHLOX continues through it and out of sight. The first gate closes as the two GUARDS take their candy bowl back out.

Suddenly! GUARD3 runs up, having clearly sprinted from somewhere far off.

GUARD 3: (Panting.) Did he get out?! Did I miss him?!

GUARD 2: Who?

GUARD 3: Who did you just release?

GUARD 1: That Denobulan doctor.

GUARD 2: Doctor Phlox.

GUARD 1: We made sure to save our snacks from him. Do you want some?

GUARD 3: YOU MORONS! Don’t you know who that was you just let walk right by you?

GUARD 2: Huh?

GUARD 3: Doctor Arik Soong! He’s still alive!

Dramatic music swells then fades into… well, let’s skip the theme song actually. It’s for the best.

CHAPTER ONE: “The Repair Station”

Exterior. Space. Several days later. A Denobulan shuttlecraft that has clearly borne some recent attack damage is flying around.

Interior. The man who appears to be PHLOX but is in fact SOONG is piloting the shuttlecraft through space. His appearance as the Denobulan may be slightly more human than it was in the teaser. He starts recording a log. He no longer sounds like Phlox, but just like himself now.

SOONG: Final personal log of Doctor Arik Soong. To whoever has found this message, congratulations! You’re the first to hear what may be the final words of that infamous mad scientist who’s certainly all over the news. Milk my renown for all I’m worth. You have my permission. 

It’s just my luck. I brilliantly escape prison by faking my own death using a mix of nonlethal pathogens I pocketed from a quick stay at Cold Station 12, alter my DNA to that of a trusted physician who had the misfortune of meeting me once and whose biological sample I’d adapted into a genetic resequencer, and hitch a ride off Earth on a Denobulan vessel… All to get attacked by Nausicaan pirates who did not seem particularly partial to my charms.

So here I lay, where you’ve undoubtedly found me, in a stolen Denobulan shuttlecraft I cunningly nabbed from right under their snooty noses. By the time you lay eyes on what is left of me, my appearance should be my own again, which is for the best. I’m already getting tired of looking like a spotted pufferfish. 

On the off chance you’re scientifically minded enough to keep my legacy going, let me give you a crash course in genetics and maybe you can pick up where I –

Something beeps. A hail from a nearby vessel!

SOONG: Fuck that, I’m saved! Computer, delete log.

SOONG boops a button.

SOONG: Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes! I appreciate your response to my hail.

UNKNOWN VESSEL: (Extremely garbled.) How may we be of assistance?

SOONG: One glance at my vessel would show you I’m shot to hell and running low on life support. So I suppose I could use a lift. I could also use a hot dinner, a glass of whiskey, and a blowjob, if I’m being honest, but without the former, the latter would cease to be a problem.

UNKNOWN VESSEL: (Static.) – won’t permit – (Static.) – signal breaking up – (Static.)

SOONG: I’m barely reading you. Can you repeat that?

UNKNOWN VESSEL: (Static.) – transmitting coordinates to – (Static.) – repair station at – (Static overtakes the message entirely.)

SOONG: Could you identify yourselves please? Hello? Hello?

His console lights up with coordinates and a flight plan.

SOONG: Well, I’ll have to put my dancing shoes on. It looks like I’ve got a hot date tonight.

Scene changes to: Exterior. Some time later. The stolen shuttlecraft limps into a berth on a futuristic REPAIR STATION.

Interior. SOONG attempts to hail the station, attempting an imperfect Phlox impression.

SOONG: This is Dr. Phlox of the Denobulan doctoral exchange program. My vessel is badly in need of repairs. Please respond.

A heavy pause and then a flash of light passes over the shuttlecraft and everything inside it. SOONG watches it with a combination of trepidation and curiosity. A tractor beam then pulls the shuttlecraft into an open hangar bay. When it has settled into the bay, the doors behind it close and the lights in the hangar bay change to a friendly, sterile white.

SOONG: I suppose that’s one way to say hello.

SOONG tentatively leaves the shuttle, relieved to breathe air that’s not as stale as that in the shuttlecraft.

SOONG: No welcoming committee though.

He makes his way down the pristine white walkway that we’ll recognize from “Dead Stop” until he’s reached the diagnostic room, which is displaying data all over the place, including little holographic recreations of his shuttlecraft and of himself not as his Phlox disguise but as Soong.

SOONG: (Dropping the Phlox impression.) I suppose the cat’s out of the bag. Just as well, I’m not sure how long I could have kept up pretending to be that Denobulan sycophant. I’d love it if you could show yourselves though. It’s only polite.

The holographic image of the shuttlecraft enlarges with little circles and arrows and stuff pointing at all the things that need repairing. The REPAIR STATION speaks in that nonchalant female voice of hers.

REPAIR STATION: The analysis of your vessel is complete. No acceptable method of compensation exists. Vacate this station.

SOONG: Method of compensation? Oh, I can pay you, just not upfront. I got robbed, you see –

REPAIR STATION: No acceptable method of compensation exists. Vacate this station or your vessel will be compromised.

SOONG: My vessel is already compromised. I won’t make it another day in that tin can.

REPAIR STATION: No acceptable method of compensation exists. Vacate this –

SOONG: I heard you the first time. Haven’t you heard of haggling?

REPAIR STATION: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG: (Realization.) You’re an artificial lifeform, aren’t you? Well, this could get interesting. I’m actually looking to expand my study to artificial lifeforms. Maybe I could help you out. Would you like that?

REPAIR STATION: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG: Not one for conversation, eh? Listen. I don’t have access to payment right now. But I can make it up to you in services. You clearly know who I am. 

He gestures at the display of his identification on one of the hovering screens.

SOONG: You can put two and two together and see that my expertise could benefit you. You scratch my back…

The holographic image of SOONG’s face with all of his lifesigns and specs replaces the one of his shuttlecraft. Lines of data stream quickly over it.

SOONG: I have contacts all over the quadrant. I can get you anything you want. I could, for instance, upgrade your responses to sound more… personable.

The stream of data slows until we can clearly see some correspondence between Dr. Lucas and Dr. Phlox that we might recognize as their penpal letters.

SOONG: Oh that? I have some files from some Starfleet doctor from Cold Station 12. He’s partly the reason I have this rather unbecoming appearance at the moment, actually. I guess he was penpals with the Denobulan doctor and, I’m not proud of this, but I lured the guy to –

The data stream suddenly stops and the holographic image closes. A new screen replaces it with text and a big “Approve” button.

REPAIR STATION: A method of compensation has been selected. Approve the selection to begin the repair process.

SOONG: This is what you want, eh? What use could you possibly have for… Then again, who am I to argue? Approve!

REPAIR STATION: Make the necessary arrangements for the delivery of the approved goods as soon as possible.

SOONG: Now we’re getting somewhere. I think we’re going to be good friends, you and me.

The screen focuses on the offer from the REPAIR STATION that SOONG has agreed to. We now see that it reads: “One mating pair: Lyssarian Desert Larvae.” The scene fades to commercial.

CHAPTER TWO: “The Mimetic Simbiot”

Interior. The REPAIR STATION’s recreation area. Some time later. SOONG’s appearance is his normal Brent Spiner self by now. He’s eating a dinner of plomeek soup and reading something on a tablet.

SOONG: I think I’m starting to wrap my mind around your artificial intelligence framework. This is going to be extremely beneficial for my research if I want to expand my practice into cybernetics. Though I wonder… what will be the best way to incorporate my expertise in genetics? I don’t want to throw the baby out with the bathwater, so to speak. Maybe something with biomechanical elements would prove an interesting challenge…

REPAIR STATION: Please proceed to the science laboratory.

SOONG: (Sighs.) We’ve really got to work on your communication skills, my dear. Would it help if I could call you a name? “Computer” seems a little impersonal to me.

REPAIR STATION: Your inquiry was not recognized. Please proceed to the science laboratory.

SOONG starts down the halls to the science lab.

SOONG: What would you like me to call you? Nancy? No, I know too many Nancys. Sarah? Not special enough. Elvira…? I know. I’ll call you Roxann. Do you like that? I met a particularly memorable Roxann once on Risa. And you can call me Arik, of course.

ROXANN: Please proceed to the science laboratory, Arik.

SOONG: You love it! I knew you would.

He arrives at the science lab.

SOONG: Now, Roxann, what did you want to show me in the –

He stops dead at what he sees in the middle of the laboratory: a hovering bassinet with a newborn human baby in it. SOONG steps closer to it, profound wonder in his eyes.

SOONG: Where did this come from? Roxann? (Pause.) Roxann, tell me where this baby came from.

She doesn’t respond. SOONG pulls out a handheld device and starts scanning the baby.

SOONG: There, there, little guy. We’ll figure out where you belong after I run some – oh… Now that’s unusual. Roxann, would you care to explain this?

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG: Why does this baby have my DNA?!

ROXANN: Compensation for repair of your vessel has been initiated.

SOONG: Wait… This is what you wanted the larvae for? To make a copy of me? Why?

ROXANN: Your offer of services has been approved.

SOONG: All you said was that you wanted those ugly slugs. You didn’t say you wanted to use them to clone me. What do you want the baby for?

ROXANN: Your offer of services has been approved. Services will soon be required.

SOONG: What services? When are you going to let me out of here?

ROXANN: Services will soon be required.

SOONG: That’s not what I – Wait, clones grown from these larvae only live for a couple of weeks, don’t they?

He quickly looks through his device for info on Lyssarian Desert Larvae, scrolling and reading with immediacy.

SOONG: Fifteen days? You want a clone of me that will live for fifteen days? What, is there a two-man job you need me to tackle for you?

ROXANN: Services will soon be required.

SOONG: I don’t understand!

The baby starts crying. SOONG picks him up.

SOONG: No no, it’s alright. Let’s go get you a bottle. At least you’ll grow up fast, baby Arik. It’ll be nice to have some real company around here.

SOONG starts carrying the baby back to the recreation area.

SOONG: We’re not done talking about this, Roxann.

The science lab doors close behind him. The scene fades.

Interior. The recreation area. A few days later. SOONG and ARIK 2, now a child of about eight years, sit at a table. ARIK 2 is playing with some kind of futuristic video game equivalent while SOONG is reading about Lyssarian Desert Larvae.

SOONG: Have you seen some of the shit this Denobulan has done and felt justified doing? Christ, and that guy thought I was unethical. At least I feel guilty for things. See, right here: he once used one of these larvae to essentially grow himself a walking organ bag to harvest, knowing full well this clone was going to have to be murdered for his brain tissue. He led the poor guy on until his demise! So Roxann must’ve read these letters…

ARIK 2: I don’t like Roxann.

SOONG: That’s not nice. She gave you life. She gave me an apprentice.

ARIK 2: She won’t play games with me.

SOONG: No. No, I suppose she won’t. But she’s really busy running the station, isn’t she?

ARIK 2: I guess. But mom always says she wants me making friends, not playing in my room by myself.

SOONG: How… how did you know about that?

ARIK 2: She says it all the time.

SOONG: You have memories of my… our mother?

ARIK 2: Of course I do.

SOONG: And you’re at that stage of development, huh? Well, sorry to say but it’s gonna get worse before it gets better, Arik.

ARIK 2: I just wish there were other kids for me to play with.

SOONG: Well you’ve got me. And I could use your help if we want to extend your lifespan to a normal length.

ARIK 2: I’m only eight.

SOONG: That’s just how it feels. You’re actually two days old, and the clock is ticking. According to Phlox’s logs, there should be a way and we’ve got a couple days to work it out.

ARIK 2: No, I mean… I don’t get this dumb gene stuff. 

SOONG: Well. Maybe not yet, but soon.

ARIK 2: Genetics is too hard. Can’t I just play games for a while?

SOONG: Why was I such a petulant little… Never mind, by tomorrow you’ll be past this phase and well on your way to being my progeny, keeping the Soong name going. Maybe righting some of my wrongs.

ARIK 2: Look, I finished this level. Watch this. I’m gonna play the next one with my eyes closed.

The game makes an erroneous noise.

ARIK 2: Oops…

SOONG: That’s nice, Arik. Maybe next time.

The scene fades.

Interior. A few days later. The science lab. The clone, SOONG 2, has now developed to a stage of adulthood roughly in his thirties, still younger than the original SOONG. He is busily working with some generic science experiment stuff.

SOONG 2: Roxann, please test the newest enzyme proposal against my brain tissue. I think we’re finally getting somewhere.

ROXANN: Negative. Experiment will result in catastrophic brain failure.

SOONG 2: Just kidding then. Back to the proverbial drawing board. (Calling off.) Doctor Soong! (Beat.) Doctor Soong, come look at this! (Beat.) Roxann, locate Doctor Soong.

ROXANN: Doctor Soong is in the recreation area.

SOONG 2 exits the lab and starts walking down the hallways to the recreation area.

SOONG 2: If only we had a full lab complement. How long until the repairs to the Denobulan vessel are finished, Roxann?

ROXANN: Compensation for repair of your vessel has been initiated.

SOONG 2: I’m aware of that. But when do you foresee that happening? 

ROXANN: Services will soon be required.

SOONG 2: I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re not going to have me around very long if we don’t solve –

He stops in the recreation area to see SOONG collapsed on the floor. SOONG 2 rushes to him, pulling out the handheld device and waving it over him.

SOONG 2: Doctor Soong!

He reads the data streaming on the device, concern in his visage turning to outright panic. He touches the face of his older counterpart.

SOONG 2: He’s dead. Oh no. Oh no! Roxann! Roxann, how did this happen?!

ROXANN: Medical analysis indicates a cease in life functions caused by myocardial infarction.

SOONG 2: You’re going to have to do better than telling me he had a heart attack! What caused it?!

ROXANN: Myocardial infarction in humans can be caused by coronary artery disease, atherosclerotic disease, coronary artery spasm, spontaneous coronary –

SOONG 2: This is a disaster, Roxann! Don’t you understand? Can you do anything to save him?

ROXANN: Resuscitation of a deceased human is not possible.

SOONG 2: Fucking hell! I’ve only got another week here to figure this out. There’s no way I can do this on my own. I need him!

ROXANN: Services will soon be required.

SOONG 2: You heartless bitch. There’s no time! Whatever you need, I can’t do it in time, and I can’t lengthen my lifespan without him! You’ve doomed me! I’m doomed!

We can suddenly hear a sound from somewhere. SOONG 2 stands and listens intently, eyes frantic, until it becomes clear what it is. It’s another baby crying.

ROXANN: Arik. Please proceed to the science laboratory.

SOONG 2: My god. Roxann… what have you done?

The scene ends on SOONG 2 walking dejectedly out of the recreation area in the direction of the science lab.

CHAPTER THREE: “The Clones”

Interior. The science laboratory. A few days later. SOONG 2 is now an older man, while the REPAIR STATION has a new inhabitant: ARIK 3, a teen. The two are working together on some more science.

SOONG 2: Do you remember when Doctor Soong – the first Doctor Soong – showed me this?

ARIK 3: I think so. It’s screwing with my head because his memories are clarifying at the same time yours are.

SOONG 2: That’s a good thing. You’ll have expertise from the both of us. We should be able to lengthen our life spans together.

ARIK 3: It’s a little disorientating.

SOONG 2: Hmm. I’m only eleven days old. There really shouldn’t be that much content from my end.

ARIK 3: Tell that to my brain.

SOONG 2: Focus, Arik. The Velandran Circle experiments…

ARIK 3: Right. They developed an enzyme to slow the aging process of mimetic simbiots to normal.

SOONG 2: Doctor Soong had hacked into the Lyssarian databases for info on the Velandran Circle. Read this.

ARIK 3: It’s pointless, isn’t it? There’s no proof that they got anywhere. They could have just been some mad scientists.

SOONG 2: (Jokingly.) It takes one to know one, and I don’t think they were mad scientists.

ARIK 3: (Teen sarcasm.) That’s encouraging.

SOONG 2: If there’s any clue to how to do this, it’s here.

ARIK 3: I read that thing already. I read it when I was you, and there was nothing there the first time.

SOONG 2: Arik…

ARIK 3: Don’t you get it? It’s all a myth!

ARIK 3 storms off.

SOONG 2: Fucking teenagers. What I wouldn’t give to have Persis or Saul instead. Even Malik. Those were the days. (Sigh.)

The scene fades.

A couple more days later, SOONG 2 is asleep in his quarters when the voice of SOONG 3, now a young adult, wakes him.

SOONG 3: (From off.) Doctor Soong, I could use your help in the lab.

SOONG 2 awakens and gets up. He’s very old now. He touches a panel on the wall.

SOONG 2: What is it, Arik?

SOONG 3: You’ve got to see this! It could change everything!

SOONG 2 totters down the hall, so excited that he doesn’t even look into SOONG 3’s quarters to see his younger clone eerily asleep inside. The older man enters the empty science lab and looks around.

SOONG 2: Arik?

He goes to read some of the displays left open at a lab bench, but when he touches them, something kerzaps him!

SOONG 2: ACK!

SOONG 2 drops to the floor, writhes for a moment, and then goes still. Little robot arms pop out of various places in the lab and lift him away. Meanwhile, the commotion has awoken SOONG 3.

SOONG 3: Doctor Soong? Did you hear something?

He goes over to SOONG 3’s quarters to find the old man (or a perfect facsimile!) dead in his bed.

SOONG 3: Dammit.

The scene transitions into a sort of medley of SOONG scenelettes, spanning many generations of SOONGs at different life stages. The scenelettes create a montage indicating that this has been going on for a long, long time and the iterations of SOONGs get crazier and crazier.

We shift to SOONG 10 pacing in the diagnostics center.

SOONG 10: Roxann, what are the services you require?

ROXANN: Compensation for repair of your vessel has been initiated.

SOONG 10: I’d like to conclude the compensation. What do you say I take a whack at fixing the vessel myself?

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 10: Okay, I’ll be direct. Let me into the hangar bay.

ROXANN: Personnel are required to vacate areas that are undergoing reconstruction.

SOONG 10: Then stop the reconstruction and let me in there.

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 10: (To himself.) It’s like talking to a particularly stupid parrot.

A new baby Soong cries to mark a scene transition. An older SOONG 50 reads over a tablet with ARIK 51, the latest teenaged Soong.

ARIK 51: I read this already.

SOONG 50: Not with those eyes. Read it again.

ARIK 51: I’ve got it memorized by now. “Individuals representing the Velandran Circle have conducted illegal experiments on Lyssarian Desert Larvae with inconclusive results. All individuals have been incarcerated for violating the Lyssarrian Prime Conclave’s prohibition of mimetic simbiots.”

SOONG 50: Skip to the good part.

ARIK 51: We’ve tried it all before. Each time it’s “Experiment will result in catastrophic brain failure.” We’re not going to crack it.

SOONG 50: (Wistful.) All I wanted was to become a cyberneticist.

ARIK 51: You’ve got three more days to live if you want to try to rush through a degree.

SOONG 50: We have to solve this. I know it feels like you’ve got all the time in the world right now, but that’s the wrong Soong doing the thinking.

ARIK 51: We’re fucked.

SOONG 50: Read it again.

Scene transition. A new baby Soong cries. SOONG 133 sits in the recreation area while rocking the next baby, who is sleeping in a cradle.

SOONG 133: Roxann? Where do the bodies go?

ROXANN: Human remains are disposed of.

SOONG 133: But where do they go?

ROXANN: Human remains are disposed of.

SOONG 133: I want you to show me where the last Doctor Soong is. What you did with him. Did you cremate him? Did you expel him into space?

ROXANN: Human remains are disposed of.

SOONG 133: You know what I think? I think you’re keeping them. I think you have a pile of me’s somewhere on this station like some fetishist. What are you doing with them, Roxann?

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 133: Real original. One more time for the people in the back?

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 133: There we go.

Scene transition. A new baby Soong cries. SOONG 171 is popping pills from the replicator and holding his aching head. ARIK 172, the latest child-sized clone, is nearby.

SOONG 171: Okay, Malik, time for your lessons.

ARIK 172: Who’re you talking to?

SOONG 171: I’m talking to you, Malik. We’re going to the lab.

ARIK 172: Who’s Malik?

SOONG 171: You’re Malik. You’re… No, you’re Arik. I’m Arik. We’re all Arik.

ARIK 172: Maybe we shouldn’t do lessons today.

SOONG 171: No no. Tomorrow you’ll be me and it will be too late. Come on. To the lab.

They walk off toward the lab, ARIK 172 looking concerned.

Another scene transition. Babies keep crying. ARIK 363, a teen-sized one, is fiddling with the computer screens in the lab. SOONG 362 is doing some sciencey thing at a lab bench.

ARIK 363: The Lyssarians have to have more information somewhere. I’ve hacked some more of their gated files.

SOONG 362: (Distractedly.) Find anything?

ARIK 363: The computer is combing the data.

SOONG 362: Good.

ARIK 363: Fifteen days is not enough time to make a dent in this.

SOONG 362: Nope.

ARIK 363: Especially when several of them are spent raising the next generation.

SOONG 362: Aha!! I’ve done it!!

ARIK 363: You have? What is it? How did you –

SOONG 362 steps away from the lab bench to reveal what he’s been working on. It’s a potato that he’s carved to look like it has boobs.

SOONG 362: I call it “Po-tit-o.”

ARIK 363: (So flat.) I’m going back to bed.

Scene transition. Another baby Soong cries. SOONG 544, an old man, pleads pathetically with ROXANN in the diagnostics room.

SOONG 544: You’re going to spawn another baby soon. Can’t you please use different DNA?

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 544: The DNA of the first Doctor Soong. Use that DNA for the new simbiot. Give him a chance!

ROXANN: Human remains are disposed of.

SOONG 544: You must have a trace somewhere. The memories. It’s too many memories! (He clutches his forehead.) I can’t tell where I begin and a hundred other Soongs end. Don’t use my DNA. Don’t torture another generation.

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 544: Or how about this? Let me edit the embryo DNA. I’ve never even seen the Lyssarian Larvae since they were retrieved! Where are they?

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 544: Or stop creating mimetic simbiots! Let it be done!

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 544: Dammit, this is the last thing I’ll do. What do you want from us?

ROXANN: Services will soon be required.

SOONG 544: Services will soon be required.

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 544: Your inquiry was not recognized.

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 544: Your inquiry was not recognized.

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

The younger SOONG 545 radios him… or does he?

SOONG 545: (From off.) Doctor Soong, I could use your help in the lab.

SOONG 544 shuffles off to his death.

More baby Soongs. Always more baby Soongs. ARIK 690, a child of maybe four, is trying to smash the consoles in the recreation area. SOONG 689 is staring catatonically at an entire pie he’s replicated.

ROXANN: Any damage to these facilities will be charged to your vessel.

ARIK 690: I don’t care! I hate you!

SOONG 689: Arik, what kind of pie is this?

ARIK 690: Why don’t you do an experiment and find out?

SOONG 689: An experiment?

ARIK 690: Yeah. You love experiments, don’t you? Like this!

ARIK 690 comes over and pies SOONG 689 in the face.

SOONG 689: Ah, that explains it. It’s face pie.

ARIK 690 and SOONG 689 laugh and laugh. I’ve gone insane writing this.

But! There are yet more baby Soongs! Their crying is constant because they are constant. Another Soong, SOONG 1,505 is holding a drooling baby and weeping openly in the middle of the lab.

Another scenelette! SOONG 1,903 is in the lab making the same enzyme over and over again.

ROXANN: Experiment will result in catastrophic brain failure. Experiment will result in catastrophic brain failure. Experiment will result in catastrophic brain failure.

The crying has morphed into the background cacophony. There’s fisheye lens camerawork all over place as the scene shifts to another moment. SOONG 2,545 is immensely drunk in the middle of the diagnostic room, holding a bottle of booze and shouting at the walls.

SOONG 2,545: (Drunkenly.) Roxann, you bitch! If you had a mouth, I’d give you a punch in the… you fucking bitch! I’m going home! Where’s my blasted ship…

ROXANN: Compensation for repair of your vessel has been initiated.

SOONG 2,545: Shut up! Compem-flation, my ass! There’s never going to be any compem… compem…

He takes a swig from the bottle. ARIK 2,546, a child of three or so, runs past in his underwear, whooping, looking practically feral and brandishing a spatula like a sword.

SOONG 2,545: I’ll take you down with me, Roxann. You’re going to… I’m going to… Raaaahh!

He punches one of the monitors, dropping his bottle on the floor which shatters everywhere, and then slips in the spilled liquid and collides with the floor. He stares up at the ceiling despondently.

ROXANN: Any damage to these facilities will be charged to your vessel.

SOONG 2,545: Damn you, Phlox.

The scene fades out on the diagnostic room in disrepair as little arms come out and repair the smashed monitor.

CHAPTER FOUR: “The Progeny”

Interior. The recreation area. A young adult SOONG 4,448 is sitting at a table knitting an absurdly long scarf, clearly the product of many generations’ work, that takes up a large section of the room.

REPAIR STATION: Arik. Please proceed to the science laboratory.

SOONG 4,448: No. No no no no no. Not again. Not another one. Please please please.

REPAIR STATION: Please proceed to the science laboratory.

SOONG 4,448: Is it another baby, Roxann? It’s always another baby, Roxann.

He proceeds down the hall to the science lab. It’s another baby.

SOONG 4,448: Why didn’t I just stay in the prison? I could have been so happy there. 

He takes a medical tricorder and starts to scan the baby.

SOONG 4,448: But no, evidently I’ve done something to deserve thousands of generations of torment. Can’t one of my lives be happy? Can’t one –

He notices something on the tricorder and stares at it for a long time, as if it doesn’t make any sense.

SOONG 4,448: Well this doesn’t make any sense. This baby doesn’t have the rapid-aging gene. He’s… he’s normal.

ROXANN: Compensation for repair of your vessel has been completed. 

SOONG 4,448: (Weeping with joy.) He’s perfect.

ROXANN: Thank you for your visit.

SOONG 4,448: Is it… is it done?

ROXANN: Thank you for your visit.

SOONG 4,448: (A shriek of pure elation!) Oh my god! Finally! I can go? I’m – we’re going to go. My vessel – Before you change your mind.

He starts toward the shuttlebay with the baby in his arms. It hits him.

SOONG 4,448: Wait a minute. How have I never thought of this? I’ve got, what, eight days left? He’ll still be a baby! Who’s going to raise him?

ROXANN: Your inquiry was not recognized.

SOONG 4,448: Roxann, I need you to do whatever you did to this baby to me.

ROXANN: Procedure is not viable on developed lifeforms.

SOONG 4,448: Raah! You fucked me again, Roxann! I can’t possibly raise this child! I won’t even live long enough to see him grow out of his onesie. Eight days? I can’t do anything in eight days.

ROXANN: You are permitted to stay on the station.

SOONG 4,448: Oh, you’d like that, wouldn't you? This is what you wanted all along. No matter what happened, you were pulling the strings. So I have two choices: I can stay here and you’re going to have to create even more rapid-aging clones so that there’s someone to raise this baby, or I can take my chances in the shuttle and get him a maximum of eight days away. Is that right?

ROXANN: You are permitted to stay on the station.

SOONG 4,448: Uh uh. If it’s what you want, I’m not going to do it. We’re leaving. This baby deserves a new start anywhere but here. He’s a Soong. He’ll survive for all of us.

He carries the baby onto the shuttlecraft, which looks as good as new.

ROXANN: Thank you for your visit.

SOONG 4,448: Fuck off.

The door to the shuttlecraft closes and after a moment, the thing flies away.

Exterior. The campus of some kind of science academy. It’s eight days later and SOONG 4,448 is the oldest we’ve seen him yet. He walks the grounds in the middle of the night carrying a bassinet with the baby in it. We listen to his final recording.

SOONG 4,448: To whoever discovers this child, my name is Doctor Arik Soong. Perhaps you’ve heard of me. Perhaps you’re wondering “didn’t that bastard die 125 years ago?” (Laughs.) You don’t know how right you are. The child you’ve found is also me, in a way, but that’s not important. What’s important is that he persists.

Educate him in the sciences. I think you’ll find him strangely adept at picking up on concepts that most people wouldn’t give the time of day. Nurture that. He comes from a line – a long line – of scientists who have put a lot of expectation on his little shoulders. He’ll live up to it. See to that.

Let him make mistakes. Give him the occasional tiramisu. Teach him about girls. Give him a normal life. 

The elderly SOONG 4,448 plods to the entrance of a building and sets the bassinet down before the threshold. We see only the baby being cute but can hear the old man collapse on the pavement.

His name is Noonian.

Scene fades.

End of thing!

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Summary/Request: The reader is Trips younger sibling who has always had a crush on Phlox but is too scared to act on it. When Trip’s and the reader’s sister dies they grief her loss and the reader becomes detached. Phlox steps in to help them and their relationship begins to develop.

Requested by: Anonymous

Notes: It’s hard for me to write Phlox any other way than platonic, so I tried my best lol. Also, I have never seen the episode where Trips sister dies, so I just have to reference it rather than there being a lot of detail.

Pairing: Dr Phlox x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral (I don’t do specific gender unless it’s absolutely required)

Triggers: Mention of death (not detailed), angst, sadness

(I made this gif on giphy)

You walked quickly through the halls of Enterprise, your security shift had just ended and you were hoping to make it too the movie night early enough to get a seat. Trip usually saved you a seat, but he was working tonight.

As you rounded the corner you slowed down upon seeing Phlox standing in the hallway. You began to slink by, hoping he would be to engulfed in his conversation with Hoshi that he wouldn’t notice you. But this failed.

“Y/n!”

Stopping, you turned to face the two with a smile “Phlox, Hoshi, hi”

Phlox stepped forward with a smile “Are you going to watch the movie? Perhaps you would accompany me and Hoshi, we were just heading that way”

Your heart jumped, the idea of sitting next to Phlox for a couple hours seemed both tempting and terrifying “Oh, thank you for the offer Phlox but I was actually heading to the engine room, uh, Trip asked for my help with something, but I might make it to the movie half way in, or not at all”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate” he replied

“What does Trip need help with?” Hoshi asked

“Oh I don’t know, he just asked” you said shrugging.

“Well, we will keep you a seat open just in case” Phlox smiled at you

“Thanks, uh. I should go, enjoy your movie!” you quickly walked away, mentally slapping yourself. You headed towards the engine room, knowing that Trip would never let you live this down.

**The Next Day**

You walked once again, quickly down the halls of Enterprise, but this time you were headed to meet the Captain and Trip. You got a message from the Captain when you were in your quarters, and his voice sounded saddened, you had no idea what had happened.

Walking into the room you saw Trip in the corner, head in his hands as the Captain, Phlox and T’Pol stood near him.

“Trip? Trip what’s wrong” you quickly went over to him. He reached out and grabbed your arm, speechless. You looked up at the Captain “What happened?” 

“The Xindi attacked Earth” he said solemnly

“What?!” you stood up straight “Why?”

“We don’t know yet, but, that’s not why I called you in here Y/n”

You heard Trip sniff “Then what?”

“One of the attacks was in Florida” Trips voice was low, forced.

“Florida?” you turned to the Captain, your heart pounding and your head spinning “Where in Florida?”

“I’m sorry Y/n”

“What...no, but” you looked down at Trip, and upon seeing your face he stood and engulfed you in a hug “Not Lizzy, Trip, tell me she’s okay”

“I’m sorry Y/n, I’m so sorry” he whispered into your shoulder.

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It had been about a week since the Xindi attack, you and Trip had reacted so differently to your sisters death. Trip went on working, ignoring the fact that she was gone. You worked too, but you couldn’t help but feel numbed. You were put on basic security detail, so you just wandered around the ship.

You stopped going to movie night, you stopped eating with the others. When you and Trip were together you didn’t talk, he would try to start a conversation with you, but you were too afraid that the second you did you would break down. So instead you would just nod your head and hum at him. 

You were standing in front of a door, staring at the wall in front of you, nothing but silence crossing your mind.

“Y/n”

Looking to your left, you were met with a concerned gaze from Phlox. Rather than the normal pounding and nervousness you usually felt around him, you just felt numb, as if you were looking at a stranger.

“Hello Phlox”

He stepped in front of you “Y/n, I- I can’t help but notice your absence over the past few days. We are all on the same ship but I began to think you had somehow left” when you didn’t reply he sighed “Would you mind following me to the med bay?”

“Why?”

“Would it be easier if I made it an order?”

“I’m still on shift”

“I’ve already asked the Captain to send another security officer down, now please?” he moved to gesture you to walk with him.

Stepping away from the wall, you followed him in silence to the med bay. Walking in you stood in the middle of the room “Please sit”

Sitting on one of the beds Phlox walked over to you and stared down at you “You haven’t talked to anyone yet have you?” You stared at him, feeling your gut clench “Not even to Trip”

“What does this have to do with anything?” you could feel your voice almost crack with the building emotion.

“You’ve detached. From everything and everyone, and I’m worried”

“Because you’re the Doctor or because you’re my friend?”

“Both, and neither” You squinted at him “I care for you Y/n, more than I probably should. I always find myself worrying about you more than anyone else, and I am worried now, because I hate seeing you in so much pain”

“But I’m not in pain” you paused “I feel numb...like there’s nothing”

“That is not a good thing y/n”

“And pain is?”

“No, it is not. But I would rather you be in pain as you grieve, rather than you feeling nothing and pulling away”

“But if I grieve it means that she’s really gone” your voice cracked

“I know” he sat next to you on the bed “I know that it will hurt, but it will hurt more when it forces it’s way out after you keep it bottled up. I’m not asking you to let go of your sister, but I do need you to let go of the pain”

“I don’t want to” your voice was becoming softer as you could feel emotion building in your throat, your eyes began to water.

You felt Phlox’s arm wrap around you “I know”

As the pain built up to much for you to handle, a painful sob escaped your body as you covered your mouth with your hand. You turned and buried your head in Phlox’s shoulder as he held onto you.

“It will be okay Y/n, you’ll be okay”

You spoke between shaky breaths and sobs “How do you know?”

“Because you are stronger than anyone I’ve ever met, and I will be right here the entire time” his hand ran through your hair “I’ll be right here”

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Fatherly.

Word count: 750.

Request: Imagine a wayward young prodigy trying to hide their gifts and doctor Phlox becoming a mentor/father figure to them. (Went a little off request bc I got a sudden inspiration for this from somewhere, I legit wrote this in about 20 minutes 😂 If you don't like it let me know and I'll rewrite and stick more to the request this time!)

Warnings: Self doubt if you squint.

Hope you enjoy!

"They hate me Phlox," you mumbled from your bed in sick bay.

"Why would they hate you my dear?" The Denobulan replied cheerfully, feeding his various animals.

"Because I could replace any one of them. Bar you and maybe Hoshi."

"Well that's nothing to be sad about Y/N, you should be proud! How many people can you think of that can man any post on a ship like this?"

"None, that's exactly the problem. I'm not like them Phlox, I'm not! I know every weapon in the armoury and how to use it, I can make this ship dance at Warp 5, I can tell you anything you want to know about scientific principles, I can name every element, alloy, or mineral we know about. Hell I can build our engines from scratch! I might as well surgically point my ears and call myself a Vulcan, they'd probably treat me better. At least then I'd just be another alien to them, instead of a freak."

Phlox sighed from across the room, his shoulders dropping. He strolled over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"I should never have come here Phlox, I should have known it wouldn't work."

"My dear.. may I say something?"

"Of course. You know I always love our talks. You're the only one here that treats me like a regular person. Even T'pol takes an.. interest in me."

"Well that's simply not true, what about captain Archer?"

"I make him uncomfortable. He never keeps me in one place, I'm always floating around to various duties. It took me almost 3 years just to make ensign for gods sake!"

"Y/N, I know for a fact they don't hate you. You know how?"

"No?"

"Well," Phlox smiled, "As you know, people tend to talk while in sick bay. And most of them, mention you."

You started from the bed, confused.

"What? What do you mean?"

"When Mr. Mayweather broke his leg on Risa, all he could talk about was how glad he was that someone he trusts was on board to fly the ship while he couldn't. When Mr. Tucker was here after his little incident with the Arkonians, he confided in me that he would never be able to thank you enough for being able to run engineering while he was gone. When Mr. Reed is in here for his various headaches and Bromelain shots, he tells me how much you continually impress him in your discussions of battle tactics, and how you always give him new ideas for new protocols on this ship. T'pol has mentioned to me that you are the most intriguing human she has met, that you'd rival any Vulcan with your knowledge. Ms. Sato told me you're the only person she's ever seen to pick up a language even half as quick as her. And the captain, well he is the most vocal of them all. You don't make him uncomfortable Y/N, you're just too valuable to him to have waiting around unoccupied. He has you jumping from job to job because whatever you are assigned to needs to be done and it needs to be done right, and he trusts you to do that. They don't hate you dear, not in the slightest. You just don't make it easy for them to get to know you. Do you understand?"

"They.. they really said those things about me?"

"Why would I lie?"

You were stunned. How could anyone possibly think of those things?

"But if they think these things, why would they treat me the way they do?"

"I already told you Y/N. You rival Mr. Reed with the way you hold onto anything remotely personal, and that's an achievement. The only reason we know he likes pineapple is because he gets the Bromelain shots to keep his allergy at bay!"

"Well you aren't wrong," you grimaced. "I just.. No one ever made any effort."

"No my dear, you never NOTICED them make any effort. Now, do you feel better?"

"Yeah Phlox, I actually do." You smiled.

"Well then, what do you say we wander down to the cafeteria and see if chef can wrangle us up a nice chocolate sundae, what do you think?"

You nodded happily, hopping off the bed and linking arms with the doctor.

He may be a different species, but you'd never met anyone better at being a father to anyone in need than Doctor Phlox. And you couldn't be more glad.

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Of course, nonny! Gotta love the protective armory officer! Pretty boy…I went for a slightly softer mix of soft and protective with this one, so I hope you like it! (Also somehow tumblr deleted this the first time around, so here we go. Second time’s the charm! Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Safe And Sound

Malcolm Reed (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: Mal is precious and I wanna cuddle him so…yeah, this was a totally necessary author note lol.]

Warnings: Slightly dangerous situation, but everything works out.

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As the guard locked the door to our cell, I hoped the Enterprise was aware that something was wrong. Myself, Commander Tucker, and T’Pol had been on an away mission that was supposedly going to be peaceful. The leader of the district had granted us permission to visit the surface, but had apparently revoked it just as we were descending. The only warning we received was when we were almost shot out of the sky by the local aircraft.

We’d put up a bit of a fight before the guards managed to drag us to the cell we were currently locked inside, so all three of us were sporting minor injuries of some sort. Trip had a nasty looking cut across his cheek, T’Pol had a bruise forming on her jaw, and I had a busted lip. All three of us were awaiting some sort of ominous sounding interrogation.

“Everybody okay?” Trip asked, and we both answered in the affirmative. “The Cap’n should be lookin’ for us soon. We were supposed to check in with Enterprise as soon as we reached the base and we never did. I betcha Malcolm is settin’ up an away team right now.”

With a small nod, I took a seat like T’Pol had and started thinking of potential ways out. Barely an hour and a half had passed when we started hearing chaos out in the corridor. Weapons fire echoed all around the small space, and the three of us stood at the ready in case we needed to fight. There was a small window in the cell door about six inches across, and a familiar face popped up behind it.

“There you are,” a very British accent blurted before the door was shot open. Malcolm ushered us out the door and we hurried after him to the awaiting shuttlepod. “Get us out of here, Travis!”

The pod lifted off and I allowed a small sigh of relief to escape my lips. A warm hand landed gently on my shoulder, making me turn my head to see Malcolm looking at me with concern.

“Ensign, are you alright?” He asked quietly, and I gave him a small smile.

“Nothing a shower and a visit to sickbay won’t fix,” I said as reassuringly as I could manage, but his brow was still furrowed as his eyes swept slowly over my lips. “I’m fine, Mal. I’ll live.”

“As soon as we dock, I’m taking you directly to sickbay,” he said, but I shook my head.

“You’ll be needed on the bridge. I can get there myself,” I said placing my hand over his. He started to argue but a signal came through the comm system.

“Archer to Shuttlepod One. Lieutenant Reed, as soon as the pod docks we need you up on the bridge. Doesn’t look like these guys are giving up our officers without a fight.”

Malcolm sighed but responded with his usual “Yes, Captain.” That didn’t stop him from giving my hand a little squeeze as we entered the docking bay.

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After Enterprise had managed to escape, I found myself in sickbay with Doctor Phlox looking me over one last time.

“Alright, Ensign, that seems to be everything I can do for you at the present. If there are any more injuries you discover or if you need anything for the last of the bruising, come see me again,” Phlox said with a little smile just as the door slid open. Malcolm saw me and rushed over, catching my hand with his.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been here from the start. Is she alright, Doctor?” Malcolm sounded like a worried mother hen. I’d never known him to be this anxious before.

“As I was just saying to the Ensign, her injuries were all superficial. I’ve patched her up the best I can, but there shouldn’t be any lasting damage. She doesn’t have a concussion, either, so I’m more than happy to release her if she’s ready to return to her quarters,” Phlox said looking at him curiously. “There’s no need for concern, Lieutenant. She’s perfectly alright.”

Malcolm looked a little sheepish, but he didn’t let go of my hand.

“Allow me to escort you there. Making sure you get there safely is the least I could do.” Malcolm sounded almost guilty. Did he think he was at fault for me getting hurt? Before I could protest that he didn’t need to go to all that trouble, he’d put his arm around my waist and led me into the hall.

“Mal? What are you doing?” I asked curiously.

“Taking you back to your quarters-”

“Yes, but why? I’m alright. You don’t need to waste your time with me,” I said coaxing him to a stop when we reached the door to my quarters. He turned to face me with a faint blush on his cheeks.

“I wasn’t able to protect you on the planet or on the way to see Phlox. I...I suppose I wanted to make sure I did one thing right today,” he said quietly, and I felt my heart give a tug at the expression on his face. I reached out and cupped his cheeks gently.

“Malcolm Reed, you listen to me. You haven’t done anything wrong. You saved all three of us today. We’d still be there if you hadn’t come for us. You got us safely back to Enterprise, then defended the ship. You saved all of us,” I said looking into his eyes. Malcolm placed his hands softly over my own and he gave me a look I’d only seen on hopeful puppies. Of all the times I’d wanted to kiss him, the urge had never been stronger than it was now.

So for once I didn’t fight it. I leaned in slowly to give him a chance to pull away.

But he didn’t. My lips met his in the gentlest kiss I could muster, and after a moment’s hesitation, Malcolm was responding eagerly. His hands dropped to my waist drawing me close as he melted slowly into me. He backed me into the door and kissed me for a moment longer before pulling back just far enough to kiss my forehead, cheeks, and nose. His forehead rested softly against mine as we shared a few shaky breaths.

“Those people...They claimed they’d killed the whole team before you even got out of the shuttlepod,” Mal’s voice was unsteady, and when I opened my eyes I saw a single tear rolling slowly down his cheek. “I thought I’d lost you. When Hoshi managed to isolate two human life signs as well as a Vulcan...I’d have moved Heaven and Earth to get you back. I know this isn’t professional, but over our time serving together, I’m afraid I’ve fallen in love with you, Ensign.”

“What a coincidence. Y’see...I’ve fallen in love with you too, Lieutenant Reed,” I murmured as a smile stretched across my lips. “Mal? If...If you wouldn’t be uncomfortable with it, would you consider...staying with me tonight?”

“It would be my privilege to protect you so intimately,” he murmured as his lips met mine once more.

[jusvibbbin]

Act like a Human

Phlox x Reader

//For my friend yet again @the-sleepy-sheep​

//Read her work @starfleet-jelly

Life on the Enterprise was often full of excitement and adventure. But even out in the final frontier, there were mellow days. On one such day, you were heading towards sick bay to visit your resident Denobulan. It had been a few days since you had seen him, and from what you heard he’d barely left his work space. You often assisted with his animals, being the xenobiologist you were but he hadn’t called to see you in quite some time. Your curiosity was beyond peaked as you got closer to sickbay.

The doors swished open when you pressed the button, and the sound of waltz music drifted out into the corridor. You looked around and not seeing the doctor, you walked behind the wall built in the middle of the room. The music was coming from the console on the counter and as you rounded the corner, you were greeted with a spectacular sight.

The renowned Doctor Phlox was dancing. It looked like a traditional waltz, only he was completely alone. You only had a few seconds before he turned to face you and hastily shut off the music. You stifled your chuckle with a cough and walked back around the wall. After a moment Phlox appeared, looking more than a little embarrassed.

“Ahem, (Y/N), I would appreciate your utmost discretion with what you just saw,” Phlox said quickly.

You smiled at him saying, “Of course, doc. But why were you dancing?”

His eyes refused to meet yours as his hands fidgeted awkwardly. You waved your hand and started to walk out.

“That’s alright. I don’t want to pry into… whatever it is you’re doing.” You pressed the button to open the door and strolled out. This was far from over.

--

A couple days later you saw Phlox sitting with Hoshi in the mess hall. You grabbed your tray and took a seat at their table. Hoshi continued their conversation, barely giving you a wave as she prattled on about something. 

But the doctor looked immediately uncomfortable with your presence and started to eat faster so he could leave. There was a small pause in talking so you jumped in.

“Doctor, I would love to hear more about your experiment,” you said, a smirk on your face. Phlox’s eyes went wide and he was about to say something when the Captain’s voice interjected from above.

“All senior staff to the bridge.”

You heard Phlox mumble, “Saved by the bell,” and he and Hoshi took their leave. As they walked away, and you started to eat, you heard Hoshi question the doctor on his experiment. He shot a look back at you before they disappeared into the corridor.

--

You had messed with the doctor before. He was easy to joke around with and was often carefree when they were sometimes at his expense. But this time he really did seem offended when you poked fun at him. You felt bad.

So to make up for it, you snuck into the kitchen and made him one of your favorites: Tres Leches. It took about two hours but your hard work paid off. It looked delicious. You had finished pretty late but you knew Phlox would be up. 

You carefully walked to sickbay, thankful there were less people to run into than normal.

You walked into the mostly darkened room, the only light coming from a few of Phlox’s pet cages. You set the dessert on a table and looked around for the doctor. After a moment, he came out from where his private quarters were, jumping slightly when he saw you.

“(Y/N)! You scared me,” he chuckled as he walked over. His eyes fell on the Tres Leches and he looked at you confused.

You rubbed your arm and avoided his gaze.

“I just wanted to apologize for, sort of, bringing up what I saw the other day. I didn’t realize how important it was to you so I’m sorry.”

Phlox looked surprised and you felt more and more embarrassed.

“Well, enjoy!” you said, quickly turning and walking to the door.

You were halfway out when Phlox called to you.

“Wait, maybe you can help me with my… experiment.”

You turned back to him and he gave you a slightly more relaxed smile. You walked back over to him and he handed you a PADD with a list on it. You read it, occasionally looking up at him with confusion.

“What’s this for Phlox?”

He smiled sheepishly. “I’ve noticed that the crew here seem to be much more comfortable with my presence than some of my colleagues in San Francisco. I figured it would be good to learn some more human activities, customs and history.”

“And you want my help to check off this list?” you asked, smiling at some of the things he had written.

“If you wouldn’t mind. Some of them are a bit difficult to do alone,” he said, a small blush appearing on his face. At least it looked like he was blushing, you couldn’t be sure with alien physiology.

“I’d love to! What’s first?”

--

The next few days your off-duty hours were spent with the ship’s doctor. You cooked some authentic earth foods (pasta, burgers, pizza, you name it!) in your quarters, occasionally swiping from the kitchen. Once each meal was cooked, you watched some classic earth cinema. While Trip’s movie nights were fun, he didn’t really deviate from movies he enjoyed. So you compiled a list of movies that were beloved at the time of their release. Everything from the Matrix to Snow White, and Phlox liked almost all of them.

But the most fun you had was when you spent an evening trying on earth clothes from other eras. The 40s suits, the 70s hot pants, and the 90s denim on denim; all of it looked ridiculous on the hanger and on the two of you. The amount of laughter that echoed through your quarters was immeasurable.

You showed Phlox lots of weird earth sports and the odd things humans did in greeting, passing or in celebration. He found the high-five to be particularly strange, but by the end of the night you two had a secret handshake.

The list had gotten incredibly small and you soon found yourselves back to what started your odd little hangouts.

Dancing.

Phlox had told you that while the Denobulans had many lovers and were a tight-knit race, they did not usually show appreciation for one another with physical affection. The idea of dancing was completely foreign to him.

“Dancing is just, dancing,” you said. “I don’t know how else to think of it! You just kind of feel the music, you know?”

He looked at you, quite puzzled.

“I’ll show you,” you exclaimed as you looked through the computer to find a playlist of yours. Once you found a song with a fast enough beat, you began to dance. You weren’t good or bad, more so focused on the feel of it than the technicality. Phlox simply watched in fascination as you bumped along to the music.

When the song started to change to another one you said, “Try it!”

He looked a bit uncomfortable but he moved over to the open space you had made in sickbay and attempted to copy you. You laughed and he soon joined you, realizing how silly you both looked. After a couple songs you were both exhausted from dancing and laughing at one another.

The song changed once again, to something slower and softer. A waltz. You looked over at the Denobulan and smiled, offering your hand.

“How would you like to try it with a partner?”

You were surprised when he grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you flush against him, positioning both your hands to make the frame. He seemed to shock himself as well since he paused after doing so, looking at you, searching for some kind of objection. He found none.

Gently you both began to sway to the music, eyes never leaving each other. 

His box step was pretty good from all that practice and he was amused every time you stepped on his feet. The song ended all too quickly, but neither of you let go.

You put your hands on his chest and leaned your head against his neck. Phlox ran a hand gently up and down your back. His other hand came up to lift your chin.

“May I?” he asked gently.

You nodded and he quickly captured your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. After a moment he pulled away and you looked up at him, smiling. You touched his cheek softly, and he smiled at you.

“This is my favorite human custom,” he said as he kissed you again.

Tag List: @elen-aranel​ @livenerdyandprosper​

[starfleetimagines]

Mobile Masterlist

I figured it might be easier for my readers to find my previous imagines if I make a mobile masterlist that I update at the same time as I update my desktop one. So here it is! I’ll add to it when I post new imagines, so it should always be up to date. Some imagines are listed in multiple series if the character is found in both - like Q or Pike, for example.

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Alternate Original Series/The Original Series:

Being Leonard “Bones” McCoy’s younger sister would include…

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - “Have you lost your damn mind?!”

Being Jim Kirk’s twin would include…

Jim Kirk - “I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”

Jim Kirk - “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - mismatched uniforms

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - you get hurt

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - medical anxiety

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott- “That’s a promise.”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy- flirting in sickbay

Pavel Chekov - Period Cuddles

Pavel Chekov - Moving Forward

Jim Kirk - Family

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - Shore Leave

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott - Open Waters

Dating Leonard “Bones” McCoy Would Include…

Being Pavel Chekov’s Betazoid Wife Would Include…

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - Study Date

Spock and Uhura’s Wedding Would Include…

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - Dance Practice

Pavel Chekov - Set Up

The Enterprise Crew Finding Out You’re Bisexual Would Include…

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott x Jayla - Graduation

Spock and Uhura Having A Baby Would Include...

Spock - “To say that was unexpected is an understatement.”

Spock - Fireplace

Deep Space Nine:

Julian Bashir - “Cuddle me.”

Julian Bashir - “It’s almost midnight.”

Julian Bashir - “Just kiss me.”

Odo - “Are you hurt?”

Julain Bashir - “Please hold me.”

Benjamin Sisko - “How do you cope?”

Garak - “I’ll keep you warm.”

Dukat - you get hurt trying to defend him

Odo - you’re his adopted child

Miles x Keiko x Reader - Sunflowers

Julian Bashir - Insecurities

Enemies To Lovers With Odo Would Include…

Garak - Pregnant

Garak - Lulled To Sleep

Quark (platonic) - Marital Advice

Garak - “So, you like me?”

Garak - Rescue Party

Julian Bashir - Growing Family

Garak - Presents

Ezri Dax x Julian Bashir - Moving In

Julian Bashir (platonic) - Worries

Kira Nerys - Stress

Kira x Dax - Pride Month

Weyoun - “I don’t understand.”

Nog x Jake - Pleasure

Weyoun - “You’re the only one for me.” [NSFW]

Weyoun - “Please wake up.”

Enemies to Lovers With Kira Nerys Would Include...

Weyoun 6 Living on the Station Would Include...

Worf x Jadzia - “I love us.”

Weyoun - “Why did you take that shot for me?”

Cuddling With Weyoun Would Include...

Discovery:

Gabriel Lorca - “Did I stutter?”

Ash Tyler - “I need you.”

Saru - Christmas Gifts

Saru - You’re Overworked

Michael Burnham - “That was hot.”

Michael Burnham - She Saves Your Life

Saru - Confidence Boost

Christopher Pike - Longing

Christopher Pike - Longing part 2

Sylvia Tilly - Romance In Sickbay

Saru - Homesick

Ash Tyler x Michael Burnham - “Breathe with me.”

Christopher Pike - You’re In Labour

Being Saru’s First Officer and Best Friend Would Include...

Spock - “To say that was unexpected is an understatement.”

Enterprise:

Jonathan Archer - “Leave her alone.”

Malcolm Reed - you’re his sister

Trip Tucker - de-con talks

Malcolm Reed - PDA

Jonathan Archer - jefferies tube acoustics

Jonathan Archer - “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

Jonathan Archer - “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”

Dating Jonathan Archer would include…

Malcolm Reed - “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”

Being friends with Trip Tucker would include…

Jonathan Archer - “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

Malcom Reed - “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!”

Trip Tucker - you’re shy

Jonathan Archer - “I thought you were dead.”

Malcolm Reed - you’re taken hostage

Trip Tucker - sleepless nights

Malcolm Reed - “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

Jonathan Archer - “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

Being Trip Tucker's  twin would include…

Malcolm Reed - “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

Jonathan Archer - dress shopping

Jonathan Archer - pillow fights

Trip Tucker being your boss would include…

Cheering Jonathan Archer up would include…

Phlox - you avoid him

Jonathan Archer - nightmares

Helping Trip Tucker in engineering would include…

Jonathan Archer - horseback riding

Malcolm Reed - cuddles after a mission

Jonathan Archer - hideouts

Malcolm Reed - “Because I love you.”

Phlox - Trip sets you two up

Jonathan Archer - “This shuttle was roomier before I realized I’m attracted to you.”

Malcolm Reed - “Can I kiss you?”

Malcolm Reed - sexting on PADDs

Phlox - you hide an injury from him

Trip Tucker - “It was just a dream.”

Jonathan Archer - “Am I dreaming?”

Trip Tucker - “I just want you to hold me.”

Malcolm Reed - Emotional Trauma

Malcolm Reed - He Sees Your Scars

Trip Tucker - “Thank God you’re okay.”

Malcolm Reed - You’re Ill

Malcolm Reed - “I don’t fit in.”

Trip Tucker - Restless Nights

Enemies To Lovers With Malcolm Reed Would Include…

Malcolm Reed - Labouring Mission

Trip Tucker - Jealousy [NSFW]

Dating T'Pol Would Include…

Malcolm Reed - Nightmares

Trip Tucker - Tension

Malcolm Reed - Destiny

Malcolm Reed - “I’m broken.”

Malcolm x Trip - Caught [NSFW]

Shran - Blue Boy

Trip x T'Pol - New Life

Malcolm Reed - The Way I See You

Malcolm Reed - Confessions

Being Trip Tucker’s Sibling and Jonathan Archer’s Partner Would Include…

Trip Tucker - Helping Hand

Being Pregnant With Phlox’s Baby Would Include...

Malcolm Reed - Destressing [NSFW]

Jonathan Archer - Too Busy

Trip Tucker - “You can’t protect me forever.”

Malcolm Reed - Mistletoe

Picard:

Chris Rios - “Thank you for not dying.”

Elnor - Quiet Time

Strange New Worlds:

Christopher Pike - Longing

Christopher Pike - Longing part 2

Christopher Pike (platonic) - Mentor

Christopher Pike - Brink of Death

Spock - “To say that was unexpected is an understatement.”

Spock - Fireplace

The Next Generation:

Falling in love with Data would include…

Dating Data would include…

Data - “Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

Data - you tell Tasha and Deanna about your crush

Worf - “You did this for me?”

Data - pet names

Data - “You never told me you had a fucking twin.”

Jean-Luc Picard flirting with you would include…

Q loving you would include…

Being friends with Worf would include…

Jean-Luc Picard - he realizes he loves you

Data - “When I picture myself happy … it’s with you.”

Will Riker - midnight visits

Will Riker being a father figure to you would include…

Data - he protects you

Data - bathing with the emotion chip

Data - you repair him

Will Riker - cuddles

Dating Wesley Crusher would include…

Data - he teaches you how to fight

Will Riker - “I’m sorry I had to kick you out when you were possessed.”

First time with Jean-Luc Picard would include…

Data - “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

Q - “You’re so hot when angry.”

Wesley Crusher - “You said my name in your sleep.”

Data - you get caught kissing

Data - hometown trip

Data - stuck on a cold planet

Will Riker- “If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.”

Deanna Troi crushing on a girl would include…

Data - “Are you hurt?”

Reginald Barclay - Fencing

Reginald Barclay - Unexpected

Data - Teacher

Deanna Troi - Feeling Down

Data - First Meetings

Wesley Crusher - Hidden Talents

Being Will And Deanna’s Child Would Include…

Visiting Risa With Will Riker Would Include…

Will Riker - Confessions

Beverly and Jean-Luc’s Date Nights Would Include…

Data - First Date

Having Worf as a Father Figure Would Include…

Will Riker - All Partied Out

Data - “You must breathe.”

Will Riker - “I love you.”

Coming Out As Bisexual To Q Would Include…

Being Married to Jean-Luc Picard Would Include…

Worf - “What were you thinking?”

Data - Art Teacher

Beverly Crusher - “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Being a Scientist and Dating Q Would Include...

Data - “I suppose we would make a good couple.”

Voyager:

B'Elanna Torres - best friends

Going on a date with the Doctor would include…

Tom Paris - date night

Kathryn Janeway- “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”

Doctor - “I love you, you asshole.”

Harry Kim - “I thought you were dead.”

Being friends with Tom and Harry would include…

Chakotay - near death confessions

Icheb - you’re shy

Being Harry Kim’s twin would include…

Being shy around the doctor would include…

Q Loving You Would Include…

Doctor - “You did this for me?”

Being Icheb’s friend would include…

The doctor being jealous would include…

Tom Paris - kidnapped

Harry Kim - “This shuttle was a lot roomier before …”

Keeping the doctor company would include…

Q junior - “You’re hot. Shame about your personality.”

Chakotay - “You love me.”

Q - “You’re so hot when you’re angry.”

Harry Kim - mismatched uniforms

Dating Icheb would include…

Harry Kim - he proposes

Kathryn Janeway - you’re insecure

Icheb - first date

The Doctor - talent show

Harry Kim - “Please don’t go.”

Dating Q Junior Would Include…

Chakotay x Kathryn Janeway - Dancing The Night Away

Date Night With Chakotay Would Include…

Tom Paris - Old Flames

Dating Tuvok Would Include…

Dating Seven Of Nine Would Include…

Q Junior Being Jealous Would Include…

Harry Kim - You’re Tom’s Sister

Tom x B'Elanna - “I’m scared, all right?!”

Kathryn Janeway - Locked Up

Being Kathryn Janeway’s Kid and Living on Voyager Would Include…

Coming Out As Bisexual To Q Would Include…

Tom Paris (platonic) - Different

Seven of Nine - Exploring

The Doctor (platonic) - Aromantic

Comforting Kathryn Janeway Would Include…

Tom Paris - “You are enough.”

Cuddling With Q Would Include…

Kathryn Janeway - Here For You

Friends to Lovers With Chakotay Would Include...

Harry Kim - Avoidance

Being a Scientist and Dating Q Would Include...

[papercranesong]

Terra Nova

Poor T’Pol, having to sit through dinners with the Captain and Trip (and later, Travis) asking her if she knows about various Earth mysteries and expeditions when they can’t name any Vulcan ones. And them being all gung-ho generally about life and food and sport and getting-to-know-you and pets and whatnot. Sometimes I think T’Pol’s problem isn’t with humans, it’s with Americans 😉 Also think Malcolm would agree.

”If only Doctor Cochrane had been a European. The Vulcans would have been far less reticent to help us. But no. He had to be from Montana.” (Malcolm, Shuttlepod One)

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The colonist’s ship basically being a flat-packed prefab colony reminded me of olden day missionaries who used a coffin as their suitcase. One-way journeys.

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Why does Archer leave Malcolm behind when he knows he’s been shot? Always have to do mental gymnastics to explain it. Maybe he saw blood on the sand after Malcolm was taken?

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Think Malcolm would be proud of the crew’s plan to rescue him. Seems to involve an inordinate amount of stun grenades.

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Wonder if Malcolm knew Archer would come back for him. From what he says in Minefield, advocating the needs of the many over the needs of the one, he might not have expected to be rescued. Wonder what he was thinking as he lay there, wondering about his fate, the complications of a bullet wound and septicaemia.

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Love how tactile Archer is with Malcolm, the double shoulder pats. From what we saw of Henry Archer, he does the same with Jon as a child. Interesting that Archer doesn’t do the pats with Trip

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Malcolm’s version of small talk is to talk about weapons and body armour.

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Novan-Kasuf really found Archer’s weak spot - keep threatening his crewman. Think Kasuf says Malcolm will die like 5 or 6 times throughout the episode if Archer doesn’t comply.

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T’Pol and Malcolm are kindred spirits:

Archer pours his heart out to T’Pol about how to help the Novans, and T’Pol’s (slightly facetious) answer:

Stun grenades.

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So the Novan dude at the end had a broken leg. Would they have to get Phlox back again to treat him after they recovered the shuttle? Or bring him back to Enterprise? Maybe use the transporter? In any case, lots of likely to-ing and fro-ing at the end. Wish we could have seen Archer and Malcolm’s fro-ing back to the surface.

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Also at the end - Malcolm was so desperate not to be left behind again, trying to get to his feet as soon as he sees Archer. “Really wouldn’t mind getting this bullet out of my leg” is his equivalent of Trip yelling “I just want out” in the previous episode.

[masterwords]

That episode is SO hard to watch. Tbh, any episode with kid unsubs is hard to watch for me. But yeah, every time I watch an episode with a Star Trek actor, I find myself hoping they'll let Reid be the nerdy Trekkie we know he is, or at the very least, put in a little Star Trek reference. I know Garcia makes one to being "redshirt ensign-level doomed", but I think a few meta jokes would have been fun.

Yes, the kid ones are so hard.  That episode is probably, out of all of them, the hardest for me.  I remember watching it for the first time and just being sick to my stomach.  

They do not make nearly enough of those fun Trekkie jokes to make the episodes where Trek actors are unsubs comfortable for us.  Yeah, the pedo ones are the worst.  Odo and Crusher are a bummer but Phlox and Riker are soul crushing and disgusting and I LOVE Enterprise and Phlox is my favorite doctor (outside of Bones) and I cannot watch him with the same joy I once did.  

I am a GIANT nerd (if that wasn’t obvious) and live for the Trek and Dr. Who references, but I feel like Trek gets the shaft.  We see awful horrendous Trek unsubs and we see sweet Dr. Who refs (like when Garcia and Reid are at the con at the end of season 7, or Garcia brings in Daleks and 10 & 11 action figures for Reid after he got shot at the end of Season 9  - happy bday to David Tennat btw) and I find myself wishing there were more slight Trek refs. Like why did no writer, in all of the 11 seasons Morgan was on, ever have Reid mention that Hotch & Morgan were basically Kirk & Spock, only maybe the smarter version because they didn’t always go on the danger missions together.  I have talked ad nauseum to my husband about the parallels and the way the writers could have really made it fun and now I’ve info dumped onto you and I apologize.  

[t-rina]

Stargate Enterprise Rewatch:

1x25 Two Days and Two Nights

First aired: 15 May 2002

Synopsis by Netflix: After several delays, the Enterprise crew gets some well-deserved shore leave on the famed pleasure planet Risa.

Synopsis by Ash: The whole bridge crew (except T’Pol) win the lottery and can go on vacation on Riza. But only Hoshi has a really good time

wow, two days of shore leave!

T’Pol will be in command :)

they drew lots for who can go on vacation?

Porthos sure wants to go

I love Porthos so muuuucccchhhhhh

I love Trips shirt

two shuttles for half the crew?? if I remember the crew had about 80 members, and only 2 shuttles go down there? one with only four people?

I’VE GOT STRENGTH OF THE SOUL

aww Risa looks pretty

Travis will go rock climbing

Malcolm and Trip will go fuck as many alien women as possible *sigh*

Hoshi is going to learn as many languages as possible :)

PORTHOOOOSSSSS

awwww Cutler!!!

Phlox is going to hibernate :) and Cutler is taking care of sickbay in the meantime :)

so Risa is what human kind considers paradise?

Porthos is on vacation :)

T’POL GOT  ARCHER THE TEACHINGS OF SURAK

I FUCKING LOVE HER

there is another dog

and a pretty blonde lady

don’t point with your finger, Trip

honestly Trip and Malcolm disgust me in this episode

i want a Porthos

btw how come that the whole bridge crew (except T’Pol) won in the lottery? seems kinda unlikely

ooh, the two dogs don’t like each other

is she trill?????

bonding over dogs :)

she thought Archer was with his science officer xD

Hoshiii!

Risan as a language actually exists? i kinda thought it idk… disappeared due to tourism xD

oh no this guy noticed her

and he’s talking to her now. he seems sketchy

he challenges her to learn his language

and asks her out for dinner

Trip and Malcolm look so out of place

*rolls eyes at Trip and Malcolm*

cute telescope

i know something is up with that woman but i like her

“they will be naming schools after you”

ok no she’s not Trill

i hope Trip and Malcolm fall on their asses

hehehe they were scammed :) by shape shifters :)

and they were shot :)

T’Pol in the captain’s chair :)

aww nooo, Travis hurt himself :/

daaamn, Travis is BUILT

and Trip and Malcolm are in their underwear xD

this guy is not really subtle in his approaches towards Hoshi

oh no, Keyla is traumatized

omfg her family was killed by Sulibans

And T’Pol almost shouting:

omg Phlox waking up

Subcommander sometimes sounds like “ ‘sup, commander?”

i love this whole scene

“Emergency? then call the doctor!” - “You are the doctor.”

Omg Phlox is me in the morning

ya sure Phlox should be working right now?

he calls everyone captain xD

and he’s barefoot

did Archer and Keyla spend the whole day together?

hm, she brought up the Suliban again

ooohhh, they know now that the Suliban get their orders from the future!

what’s going on with her?

She’s a Tandaran!

did she just poison him with her finger?

Phlox did it! He healed Travis!

aaaand he’s back to sleep

i love phlox so much xD

awww Porthos found Archer unconscious <3

HE IS SO CUTE

At least Hoshi had a nice vacation :)

4/7

[nikkzwrites]

I am at 8 requests right now! I will be accepting two more before I close them! I also want to explain how I’m going to be releasing this upcoming batch. Since I have multiple requests for two of the same people, I will be spreading out some of the love by placing at least two requests of different characters between the same ones. So here is the release schedule that y’all will see. (I am working on a 3k commission right now as well as my own at least 5k passion project, so y’all bear with me. Y’all may only get 1/2 of these a week. If you want to have them out quicker than that, I recommend just commissioning me. It’s only 1$ USD per 100 words. Plus you actually dictate how many words I actually give you.)

Spock (TOS) x Reader - Helping Out of Coma through Mind Meld

Malcolm Reed x Reader -  As the World Caves In

Doctor Phlox x Reader - Helping Through Depression

Spock (AOS) x Reader - Little Spoon

Malcolm Reed x Reader - Combat /Phaser Practice

Dating Jonas Kahnwald Headcanons

Pike x Reader - Your Love Shot Me Down

Spock (TOS) x Nonbinary!Reader - Soulmate AU

[whovianwatchingstartrek]

A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 050 - Archer Captured and T'Pol Down Bad

Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 2 Episode 25 - Bounty

Getting close to the end of Season 2, meaning I'm more or less halfway through Enterprise.

The episode begins with a visitor desperate to talk to Archer. Specifically, someone who belongs to a new species called the Tellarites. He seems pleasant enough, but that's soon revealed to be a ruse, even still in the cold open, as a stuns Trip and then kidnaps Archer.

This episode is a follow up to Judgement! The Tellarite has been hired to return Archer after his prison break. Unfortunately it doesn't follow up on the Kolos stuff, but it does touch on a few of the issues of the Klingon justice system. Archer does a good job trying to play on the Tellarite's emotions to let him go, but it doesn't work. The action in Archer's half of the episode is good, especially his escape from the Klingon ship, and I like that Archer found a solution that works for both him and the Tellarite.

Trip is left in command of Enterprise as T'Pol is stuck in Decon with Phlox. We've had a few of these weird scenes in Decon, and they've all been really awkward, but this one is a new level. Weird leg shots aside, T'Pol is starting to show signs of paranoia, aggression and later horniness. At first I thought it might have been symptom of whatever pathogen is infecting her and phlox, but apparently it's part of the Vulcan mating cycle, and if she doesn't mate, she'll die. If you asked me to pick which members of the crew would be the first two to end up sleeping together, T'Pol and Phlox would not have been my first guess at any point in the series. The Vulcan 7 year mating cycle had been mentioned a few times before, I really wasn't expecting this. T'Pol is an attractive woman, and she does make my bisexual brain do things, but I really do have to question the motives behind the writer's choice to have an episode that is essentially dedicated Sweaty T'Pol running around Enterprise in her underwear while Horny out of her mind.

I feel like this one could have done with a couple redrafts particularly around it's B-Plot, but it was well put together. It just felt bizarre to watch.

Comparing my Enjoyment of this Episode with a Doctor Who Universe Story of the Same Title

Doctor Who - Tales From the TARDIS Volume 2 - Bounty

It's an audio story without it's own cover art, I don't have an image to put here, so I'm just throwing in a random image of the Eighth Doctor

So, Bounty exists in a weird place it's a short audio original story, that's the only original story on a release that mostly consists of adaptations of other Doctor Who works.

It's set early on in the Sam era of the Eighth Doctor Adventure novels, specifically immediately after the first book in that range. The thing with narrated audio books like this is, you've only got one actor to sell the whole story, and Paul McGann, who is normally a brilliant Actor, really doesn't sound enthusiastic about this one. Whether or not it was that or the absolute lack of plot in the short story, getting through this one felt like a chore. Basically, an Alien steals the TARDIS Key, and a not very interesting chase across a beach happens. Not much to chew on, really. No interesting character work, because a random side audio story can't really do anything with the EDA characters, those books were still being written at the time. Not much world building, not much insightful commentary. This one was definitely a dud, and I think Paul McGann Narrating it agrees.

As weird as Enterprise's Bounty was, it at least made me feel something, it at least was entertaining. I can't say the same about Tales from the TARDIS's Bounty.

Some day, I'll get a Star Trek episode that shares a title with a good Doctor Who story.

[stardatewiththedevil]

Fine, humans, fly your “starship”

I knew that having to start my stardate-order journey with Enterprise*, which I had never made it more than 20 minutes into before, would be a challenge. But my first foray into 22nd-century Starfleet is leaving me with more questions than answers.

To recap

Earth has a ship capable of Warp 5, but the Vulcans have told them they can’t use it yet. Our hero Jonathan Archer’s dad invented it, but died before he could see it put into use. The Enterprise NX-01 has been collecting dust for 50 years. But when a farmer shoots a stray Klingon, humans finally have the right excuse to ask their Space Daddies for a hall pass!!!!!

The humans of 22nd-century Earth, at least the high-ranking space boys we observe, are cavalier and impulsive, really into some cowboy shit. While it makes sense the Vulcans wouldn’t want Earthlings drunkenly stomping through the galaxy fresh off world unification, it’s pretty surprising that none of these fuckers went rogue and zoomed off into space. But instead they seem to mostly throw tantrums and then ultimately fall in line.

But this time, they throw the correct tantrum! The Vulcans want to kill the unconscious Klingon so he dies with honor, even though he has some kind of message to deliver to his people. They also want to delay a planned launch of the Enterprise over the incident. Archer has had enough and demands that not only are they NOT allowed to kill the Klingon, they have to let him, specifically him, return him to Kronos in the ship nobody has flown yet.

Daddy Vulcan says “ok, but come STRAIGHT home after dropping off the Klingon.” (Spoiler: They don’t!!!!!!)

Charming!

It is literally the first time launching this advanced Warp 5 ship and they’re doing it early, but nothing really goes wrong, hardware-wise, despite what appears to be a reckless lack of testing. Most of the adjustments they’re making are like, adjusting the TV and calibrating weapons arrays.

Everyone seems way too chill with this idea of going extremely fast out in the middle of space where no humans have gone yet. Except Hoshi Sato, Bless you, Hoshi, our queen of having normal feelings.

Up until this point, humans have only been hitting Warp 2, or eight times the speed of light. They’ve also been in contact with the Vulcans for almost a century. Some space travel is in service of colonization (e.g., settling on Mars). But the biggest, longest trips are on freighters, spending sometimes literally years on trade routes within 90 light years of Earth (more than 11 human years away!). As a Warp 5 ship sits docked in Earth’s orbit, children are born and raised on trade routes. (These kids are called “boomers”! I thought they just meant extremely old people or time travelers the first time they said it!)

Still, people are pretty used to being in space and visiting other planets, and have been for 50 years or so. But the Vulcans are maybe the only society present in this sector that have any mobility beyond that—so they’re holding everyone’s hand, handing out learner’s permits, basically doing a very gentle imperialism. This is a foreign policy I will from here on out call the Daddy Doctrine.

Also, the Big Bad this season appears to be... Zordon?

Meet the Spacepeople

Our captain this time around is Jonathan Archer, and everyone definitely knows who his daddy is. He invented the ship! When Starfleet finally launches said ship, some admiral praises the Starfleet nepotism that led to this grown child being in charge of an infinite number of first contacts, despite him losing his cool in front of the Space Daddies.

They’re going to have to talk to Klingons, so Archer taps Hoshi Sato, a genius human linguist and the only human to speak Klingon. She teaches other people to speak Klingon! But she has trouble translating some Klingon word salad almost immediately. Oh well! That said, Sato is one of two characters I can confidently say I like at this point. She has very normal human emotions about stuff like “being very deep in space on an untested ship.”

T’Pol is a hot lady Vulcan who was part of the deal for the humans to take the car keys, but she says she’s not there to babysit. She never really babysits, but people seem surprised when she doesn’t babysit, anyway. She first appears onscreen as the youngest member of the Vulcan Daddy Cabal by a long shot.

Charles “Trip” Tucker III is Archer’s best friend and seems kinda fratty, the kind of guy that really seems like someone you’d call Trip.

Our zany character on this starship is Phlox, a Denobulan doctor who loves animal testing. Denobulans are from the planet Surplus Cardassian Prosthetics.

Travis Mayweather is a Boomer and I think I like him. His confidence is earned. As an experienced spaceman, he knows that setting the ship to .8 g makes for a pretty pleasant environment, and that does sound nice.

I know Star Trek doesn’t like to acknowledge any cultural accomplishments between the year 1930 and 2100, but I feel like Malcolm Reed is a They Might Be Giants fan. Also, he’s British.

Porthos is a beagle. He smells. I like him.

This is on my desktop as “space beagle.jpg” and someday I will delight in finding this again

This Fucking Ship

When crewmembers are reboarding, they have to pass through a decontamination chamber, which is fully a hostile work environment. The decontamination chamber forces crewmembers in a room together, where they are forced to spread goo on each other under ultraviolet light like a sexually aggressive sunscreen.

We see the decontamination chamber in the first episode, and it’s basically an excuse to show some HBO After Dark shit under some expository dialogue. Tucker—that’s the guy named TRIP—takes the liberty of applying gel underneath the waist of T’Pol’s underpants for her. It is gross. (And how does the gel even work if you leave your underwear parts un-gelled???)

To be fair, Trip’s chest gets a lot of focus, too. The whole scene is shot like a Bodman Fragrance Spray commercial.

I don’t intend for these to always be this long, or episode by episode, but I just started and I have A LOT OF FEELINGS. And I didn’t even GET INTO the hot shapeshifting lady that lived for about five minutes, long enough to kiss Archer because that’s how she “senses trust.” Some real TOS shit.

*I was thinking of doing a watch order that included two watches of First Contact, but I have made my bed and now I need to lie in it for 200 years.

**Special thanks to my Star Trek chos for helping me work through some fundamental lore stuff.

[make-me-imagine]

Prompts: “Yes, we are wearing matching costumes” and “Don’t we look cute together?”

Characters: Doctor Phlox x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: None

You can request from any of these three autumn/Halloween prompt lists 

At first you were nervous. Part of you convinced you shouldn’t have come. But Phlox’s confidence only added to your own. At first you were not going to come to the party, you didn’t want to come in just your uniform. When you confided to Phlox about your problem and your lack of a costume it did nothing but encourage Phlox to help you. 

Making you a matching costume to his out of the remaining fabric from his costume, he managed to convince you to go to the party. You held your breath as the doors slid open. You and Phlox walked confidently into the crowded room, multiple eyes turning to you.  

“Wow, look at you two!” you heard Trip say as he approached you

You smiled at him “Like them?” you asked twirling around the show your costume in full.

“Yeah! It’s real creative” he said smiling

After being called away you and Phlox walked through the crowd, saying hello and complimenting your friends and their costumes. After some drinking of an unusual alien punch and some dancing with some of you friends from engineering, you and Phlox were talking near the food table.

“Phlox, y/n” you heard Archer’s voice

Turning you smiled at him “Captain, nice costume” you said admiring his choice of dressing as an old Earth Pilot suit. 

“Thanks, you two look great...they look really similar to one another” he said comparing yours and Phlox’s outfit.

“Yes, we are wearing matching costumes” Phlox said proudly

You smiled from next him “Don’t we look cute together” you said latching on to Phlox’s arm.

Archer smiled fondly at you two “Yes, it suits you both really well”

The rest of the night was fun, you were glad to have a night for fun and relaxation. Throughout the night you were expecting some alarm to go off to signal some trouble, but were pleasantly surprised when nothing of the sort happened. You were glad Phlox convinced you to come.

Requested by anon

[enterprisian]

Hey guys so I found this prompt list after searching through hundreds, won't let me edit original post so I'll just state now: I am taking requests for all EXCEPT 29 bc I can't write stuff like that too well, I prefer to (Try) to have happy endings 😂 So send in a number and a character for me 💕

Prompt List 1-50

1.“How long have you been standing there?”

2. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

3. “Quit it or I’ll bite you.”

4. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

5. “You’re Satan.”

6. “You can’t kick me out! This is my bed!” No longer taking request

7. I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

8. “You can’t sit there all day.”

9. “I’m too sober for this.”

10. “Forget it. You suck.”

11. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

12. “You tried to kill me!”

13. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion?”

14. “I’m not here to make friends.”

15. “Take. It. Off.’

16. “I need a place to stay.”

17. “Congrats, you’ve now graduated to a Grade A dick.”

18. “Hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” No longer taking request

19. “Well now, that’s too tragic isn’t?”

20. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

21. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

22. “I can’t explain it right now, but I need you to trust me on this.”

23. “I can’t breathe in this dress, can we please hurry up.”

24. “Oh my God, you’re in love with him/her!”

25. “I’ve never felt this way before… and to be honest, it scares the living shit out of me.”

26. “Are you really taking his/her side against mine?”

27. “For some odd reason, I’m attracted to you.”

28. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

29. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”

30. “I’m not losing you again.”

31. Why do you keep pushing me away?”

32. “Wait a second, are you jealous?”

33. “I hate you because you make me feel like I’m not good enough. I am good enough!”

34. “Come and make me.” No longer taking request

35. “Well, you’re coming home with me… whether you like it or not.”

36. “This is by far the most stupid plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’ll help!”

37. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?”

38. “Oh, fuck off.”

39. “I’d rather die, than do that/kiss you.”

40. “I’m done! You can fix it!”

41. “You better watch yourself.”

42. “I wasn’t good kid. Don’t you dare use me as an example.”

43. “Are you scared, yet?”

44. “You’re still mad.”

45. “You look pretty hot in my shirt.” No Longer taking request

46. “Stop talking.”

47. “I may be smaller than you but that still doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass.”

48. “Oh, and by the way, you got a cute butt.”  No longer taking request

49. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

50. “I let you win,”

Masterlist || Mercy Masterlist || 51-100