#it’s a hypospray and you’re done

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The difference between the EMH and real doctors is the Doctor believes something’s wrong with you, figures out what it is, treats you, and insults you

Real doctors just insult you

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Magnolia - Din Djarin x Reader

Magnolia (Magnolia) - Meaning: Dignity, perseverance

Summary: Din is blackmailed by Peli into going to the doctor for the first time since he took his Creed. The doctor is not what he expected.

Pairing: Din x Reader (3rd person POV)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: 3rd person POV, Peli being a bit of a bully, no Grogu, probably inaccurate Star Wars medical practices, Din being mysterious, tattooed!Din, needles/hyposprays, brief helmetless!Din but not in front of reader, awkward!Din warming up to someone, slight touch-starved!Din if you squint

Day 16 is the longest so far! This was supposed to be the first chapter of a series featuring Din and a doctor love interest, but I think it works here too. Also, today is my anniversary with my partner, so I'm dedicating this to him! 13 years together, 9 married. Holy shit, where does time go?

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“I don’t wanna hear it, Mando!” the older woman exclaimed, “Doc, you here? Sit down, would ya? You’re makin’ me nervous. Doc?” 

A modulated voice said something she couldn’t make out as she made her way out of the exam room to the waiting area. Peli was facing her, hands of her hips, but her attention immediately went to she silver-clad form of a man sitting on a chair in her waiting room. His head was covered with a shiny helmet, his gloved hands resting on his thighs, and even though she couldn’t read his expression on his face she could see the tension in his form. 

“Good, you’re here,” Peli said to her, “My friend Mando here,” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder to the man, “has just informed me that he hasn’t been to a doctor since he was a child, and in his line of work that seems really stupid so I dragged him here, you got time for an exam?” 

“Of course,” she said, “but I feel it needs to be said that I don’t usually perform exams on unwilling patients…over the age of 8, that is.” She smirked. And the Mandalorian’s helmet tilted as if in disbelief. He rose to his feet, his full height and breadth unfolding to take up much more space than she’d initially thought. 

“Fine,” the modulated voice said, ”Let’s get this over with.” 

Peli’s smirk read of something deeper than concern for her beskar-clad friend, but she didn’t have time to parse it for meaning as the Mandalorian made his way toward where she stood in the doorway between the exam room and the waiting room. She stepped aside and held out an arm to usher him into the small room. 

“Thanks, Doc,” Peli said, “Send him back my way when you’re done, I’ve got his ship.” 

“Will do,” she replied, now understanding more about how Peli was able to manhandle such a large, broad person into her clinic.

The bell above the front door jingled as Peli left, leaving her alone with the Mandalorian. She would’ve been more uncomfortable if it weren’t for the numerous sharp instruments within her reach, as well as the hidden blaster strapped under the exam table. 

One couldn’t be too careful on Tatooine. 

The Mandalorian was looking around the small room, possibly assessing for threats until she cleared her throat, getting to work mode. 

“So I think we can just run a few tests and do a quick workup, nothing invasive. That should placate Peli, at least.” 

“Okay,” he said through the modulator, standing stiffly in the middle of the room as she busied herself with grabbing a holopad and passing it over to him.

“Fill this out,” she said quickly, busying herself with grabbing supplies for a blood draw and a retinal scan. 

“Um,” the voice said from behind her and she paused, turning toward her patient, “I, uh, I don’t know my birth date.” 

“That’s okay, just an approximate age is fine.” She went about her business, prepping a few vaccines and a bacta hypospray just in case while his gloved fingers tap-tapped on the holopad. When she was finished, she turned and leaned back against the counter and watched him as he finished. 

It didn’t take a doctor to note the obvious power of the Mandalorian’s body, half-bent over the holopad on the exam table. She scanned his posture, the way he held himself as he tapped with his right hand and noted a few things she wanted to mention. With how well-muscled he had to be under the heavy beskar, she figured he had a physically demanding job, and it was then she remembered Peli mentioning a bounty hunter friend of hers. 

He was silent as he finished and passed her the holopad. Under the ‘Name’ field he’d put simply, ‘Mando’ and she couldn’t help the smile that rose on her face. As a race, Mandalorians were notoriously secretive. 

Scanning the rest of the info sheet, she saw he mentioned back pain and bad knees as places of concern. Other than that, she didn’t see anything glaringly off. 

“Okay, this all looks about right for your estimated age, but I still want to take some blood and update your vaccinations,” she glanced at him from under her lashes and he grunted in what she assumed was assent. “Can you take your, um,” she gestured to the armor adorning his thick arms, not knowing what they were called, “arm pieces off? I’ll need to get in your veins there.” 

The Mandalorian hesitated, going eerily still. If she wasn’t mistaken, she thought she heard a sharp intake of breath through the modulator. Tension rose within the room, but she was well-trained so she turned her back to him to offer a little privacy and used the moment to sanitize her hands and pull on a pair of exam gloves, pleasantly satisfied when she heard the clanking of armor being shed and the heavy pieces being carefully placed on the table.

She turned back around and watched him rolling up the sleeves of his flight suit, exposing his  muscular arms up to his biceps and she had to remind herself that she was a professional — salivating over a patient was unethical. With a deep breath she went back into Doctor mode, assessing his arms for easy-to-access veins. 

A hiss sounded from him when she palpated his inner elbow and she looked up at his blank t-shaped visor. 

“Did that hurt?” she asked. 

The helmet shook, “Cold hands.” 

She smiled, “Sorry, should’ve warned you. Kind of ironic isn’t it?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Considering it’s hotter than a Mustafarian volcano outside,” she explained, pressing further and finding a juicy vein. “Little pinch,” she said, using the prepped needle to pierce his golden-brown skin. If she wasn’t mistaken, she glimpsed the bottom edge of a tattoo hiding under his rolled-up sleeve. 

When the vial was full, she pulled the needle out and took some of the prepared bacta gel across the small hole in Mando’s skin, then put a small bandage over it. “That can come off in half an hour. Let me get this sample going so I can get your results before you leave, then we can do the retinal scan.” 

She moved toward the far side of the room toward her lab equipment, but a large hand on her wrist stopped her. 

“Retinal scan?” Mando asked, helmet tilted in concern. 

“Yeah, it’s really quick. Just to make sure your brain function is normal, no big deal,” she explained with a shrug. With how still he once again was, she guessed it was not, in fact, not a big deal to him. 

From what little she knew of Mandalorian culture, their armor and weapons were sacred to them but he’d already taken off his arm pieces. Maybe something about the helmet was different? 

“I…my Creed, uh, I can’t remove my helmet,” he said haltingly, removing his hand from her wrist. 

It was her turn to tilt her head in confusion, “What, like ever? How do you shower?” 

“I can take it off, but not in front of other living beings. If I did, I couldn’t put it back on.” 

“Oh,” she breathed. She nibbled on her lower lip as she tried to think of a solution. She didn’t want to let him leave without the scan but at the same time she couldn’t ask him to break his Creed for a fifteen-second scan. 

“Ah! Okay,” she exclaimed as an idea came to her. She grabbed the scanner off of its charger and put it on the exam table in front of him. “I’ll step out, you remove your helmet and run the scan yourself. It’s easy,” she said, sensing his hesitation, “Push this button here and hold the scanner in front of your eyes until it double beeps, about fifteen seconds, then you put your helmet back on and I’ll come back. Think that’ll work?” she asked, looking up at his visor hopefully. 

After a few seconds, he replied “Yeah. That’ll work.” 

Her smile widened and she nodded, “Let me get your blood tests going and then I’ll step out.” 

Din’s POV 

This was the exact reason he hadn’t been to a doctor since taking the Creed. Every Mandalorian covert had their own stash of medical supplies and were trained in first aid, so it never seemed important. He’d been cursing himself for mentioning his back pain to Peli until stepping into the Doctor’s office. 

The fact that she was holding his ship pretty much hostage until he went to the Doctor was only part of what got him here. 

To her credit, the Doctor had been respectful and considerate so far — her solution to his issue with the brain scan was simple, but spoke volumes to her character. Having only known her for a few minutes he could tell she was trustworthy, even though something in her eyes spoke of some hidden truths. 

Not wanting to keep her waiting in the other room for long, he double checked his surroundings before removing his helmet, pushing the button on the scanner that she’d shown him, and waiting for the ‘beep-beep’ to signal it had finished. 

He replaced his helmet and called her back into the room. She swept back in and smiled at him. 

“That didn’t hurt too much, did it?” she asked in a joking tone that made him smirk. She was cheeky, this doctor. 

“Virtually painless,” he said. 

“Good, wouldn’t want to completely scare you off,” she joked again but his breath caught in his throat. She placed the scanner on its charging port and looked at the screen in front of her, assessing the results with a furrow in her brow. 

Din took a moment to finally look at her. He’d already noticed how pretty she was, hair drawn back and up off her neck to combat the heat of the Tatooine suns. Her eyes were sharp and intelligent, and every time she’d looked his way he felt like she could see through the beskar he wore. Unknowingly, she’d already locked eyes with him a few times despite his helmet. While she looked over his results, she absentmindedly played with a necklace — some sort of pendant on a long silver chain — he didn’t see any more jewelry. 

“Well, your brain looks normal. No irregularities or past concussions showing up, but I guess that’s what the helmet is for,” she said, glancing his way. He nodded.”You mentioned some back pain, which is normal for your age, but I can take a look and maybe get you some pain supplements.” 

He nodded again and swept his cape aside, gathering it over one shoulder and exposing his jetpack. 

“Well,” she said with a chuckle, “that’ll do it.” She grabbed a different scanner while he took off his jetpack. His entire spine straightened as he felt her fingers ghost along his lower back. 

“May I?” she asked, and he swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. 

“Yes.”

She gently lifted the back of his flight shirt, the coldness of her fingers raising goosebumps along his arms. The scanner she held chirped, and she dropped his shirt back into place. 

“Just what I thought,” she said as he pulled the jetpack back on. “Looks like it’s muscular, not spinal, so I’ll throw some anti-inflammatory salve, and if you’d like, some pain supplement. A mild one,” she added.

“Thank you,” he said. 

She crossed to a cabinet, bending down to open it and Din averted his gaze. From inside she extracted a small tin and a glass jar, cursing when she found it empty. 

“Kriffing hell,” she muttered, “Sorry, looks like I’m out of the pain supplement. Outer Rim supply lines suck.” 

“That’s okay,” he offered, but she was insistent. 

“I feel bad now, getting your hopes up like that. I have something stronger but I figured with being a bounty hunter you’d want to keep your wits about you.” 

“I appreciate that. The salve will do fine for now.” 

“I mean, if you ever find yourself in a trading outpost or on Arvala-7, you could get some for yourself. I’ll write down the name.” She busied herself with that for a moment before another mechanical buzzing caught her attention. 

“Ah, your blood results!” Fluttering past, she slipped the piece of flimsi into his gloved hand. He caught a whiff of her scent — night-blooming flowers and citrus, with a tinge of sweat.

She pursed her lips, and Din wanted to reach over and pull the bottom one loose with his thumb. All her touches had awakened something in him that he usually kept locked away. “Hmm…looks like you’re a little low on Potassium and a few different vitamins, but no major illnesses or viruses, which is good. No malignant bacteria hiding in your bloodstream either, no parasites…damn, that beskar keeps everything out, doesn’t it?” 

She glanced his way, but kept on talking, “I’m still going to recommend a few vaccines, and a bit of a diet change. Let me guess, you mostly survive on ration packs?” 

He nodded, “I do.” 

“I’m going to suggest eating some more fruits in general, that’ll help with the vitamin deficiencies and the potassium. Ration packs are pretty nutritious, but with your lifestyle you burn through certain things quicker than others, so it’s best to supplement the packs. Just a few more hypos and you’ll be all set to go back to Peli with a clean bill of health. Any other questions or concerns?” 

Part of him wanted to ask if she was busy later that night, especially when they locked eyes under his helmet. His mouth went dry, and all he could manage was a shake of his head. 

He cleared his throat, “No, no. Thank you, Doctor.” 

“You are very welcome, Mando,” she said, handing him a small bag with papers and the salve inside. 

“Din,” he offered before he could think about it.

“Hmm?”

He cleared his throat again, “My name is Din.”

Her smile was radiant and Din felt a flutter in his chest. “Nice to meet you, Din. Whenever you need me, I’m here.” 

He reached out and shook her proffered hand. “I’ll be sure to take you up on that, Doc.”

[more-better-words]

Oh hey remember that time T'Pol had one chocolate too many?

T'Pol awoke slowly, and for the first minute or so, things didn’t seem so bad. She was resting comfortably on her side, and the scent of the pillow under her head told her she was in Trip's bed. How had she come to be in his quarters again? She couldn’t quite remember…

Then she rolled onto her back, and nausea ran her down like a rockslide.

She couldn’t help it – she groaned. And from somewhere near the foot of the bed, she heard Trip's voice.

“Well, that answers the hangover question.”

She realized she hadn’t opened her eyes yet. She tried, and discovered even the dim illumination of his desk lamp was almost too much. She felt the bunk shift as he sat beside her.

“T'Pol, I’m so sorry,” he said mournfully. She attempted to eyebrow at him without opening her eyes.

“There's no need to apologize.”

“Yes there is! I gave you the Vulcan equivalent of ninety proof tequila! And now you’re lookin' a little chartreuse.” He sighed. “I wonder what a Vulcan hangover cure would be. Fried gespar? Extra-strength plomeek broth?”

Her stomach turned on itself like an acrobat at the thought. She swallowed hard and rolled back onto her side. “Please do not mention food. I have no desire to vomit in your bed.”

“Yeah, let's avoid that.” He sighed again and she felt his fingers gently brush her hair. “You know I’m gonna have to call Phlox.” Her distaste for the idea was apparently evident in her expression, because he said, “I know, I know. He's gonna smirk, but we've gotta get it over with.”

She sighed and tried opening her eyes again. He was looking down at her with a worried, unhappy furrow in his brow, his guilt broadcasting from his honest face. There was nothing to be done for it. Anything to bring back a smile. “Very well.”

He got up and hit his comm. “Tucker to Sickbay.”

“Phlox here. What can I do for you, Commander?”

“Can you swing by my quarters? It's not for me, it's, uh…it's T'Pol.”

There was a brief, pointed silence. And then, “Of course! I'll be right there.”

“It’s not what you think,” Trip said as he opened the door.

“Why, Commander, I didn’t say a word! Now what’s the trouble?”

“She, uh, accidentally got wasted on chocolate last night.”

“It was not an unpleasant experience in the moment,” T'Pol added, eyes closed again.

“Ah yes, Theobroma cacao!” Phlox smiled genially. “It does produce an intoxicating effect for Vulcans, particularly when consumed on an empty stomach.”

“How did you know this and I did not?” T'Pol asked.

“Only by witnessing my Vulcan colleague Doctor V'Tel learn about it the hard way, much like yourself!” Phlox chuckled, rooting about in his medical bag. “I suspect your people do not care to admit there is an Earth substance that can produce such profound physiological effects.”

“That is illogical,” she muttered.

“Highly,” he agreed, and put a hypospray to the side of her neck. “There. That should help with the nausea. I will still be relieving you of duty for the day. You need rest. Acidic beverages will help as well. I doubt we have any skel'ek tea aboard, but tomato juice will do.”

Her stomach flipped unenthusiastically again. “Of course, Doctor.”

“We'll just call this a mild case of stomach upset and keep the chocolate business to ourselves, hmm?”

“I would prefer that.”

“Excellent! I'll help you back to your quarters.”

The anti-nausea medication was already helping; she was able to sit up and, with extreme care, stand without embarrassing herself. She nearly stepped on a pillow, and looked at Trip curiously. “Did you sleep in the floor?”

“You were drunk,” he said, as if that explained everything.

He had to go on duty, so he left her to Phlox’s care. And it was a perfectly mundane day, except for the gnawing little guilt monster still lodged in his gut. Neither of them had known, and she obviously didn’t blame him, but he still felt awful. She'd been a fun drunk, though - “You are cute,” she'd told him, and it was adorable how serious her face had been.

And then there was the way she'd kissed him…

Nope. Not the time to be thinking about that.

…she'd pressed against him, her body curving on his, her mouth soft as velvet, and -

Maybe sticking his head in the warp reactor would cool him off.

When his shift was over, he stopped by her quarters to check on her. She was sitting at her desk, nursing a cup of tomato juice. Faint distaste was evident in the set of her mouth.

“That helpin'?” he asked. She shrugged.

“It isn’t hurting.” She tilted her head. “You are not still feeling guilty, are you?”

He see-sawed a hand. “Not a lot. I guess moderation’s the key, huh?”

“It typically is.” She glanced down at her desk. “It was…rather enjoyable, though…being intoxicated.”

“That’s why people have been doin' it for thousands of years.” He chuckled. “Hell, we humans have been getting drunk for longer than we've had agriculture.”

“Unsurprising.”

He made a face at her, and her mouth curved slightly with amusement, then softened. “I have been thinking,” she said quietly, “that you are very much like chocolate.”

“What, I make you sick?” He wanted to win another spark of mirth from her, but her eyes remained steady.

“You intoxicate me.”

He stared at her. At some point, possibly hours later, he managed to swallow. “I, uh…” He wet his lips. “I know the feeling.”

She stood, and approached him, her eyes fixed on his, bright and warm. “But where you are concerned, I do not know if I am capable of moderation.”

She was so close. He could almost feel her lips against his. “Me neither,” he murmured.

Her hand stole up to the side of his neck, her thumb brushing his ear. “As long as we are in agreement.”

“Definitely,” he breathed, just before he kissed her. “Screw moderation.”

[captainpikeswoman]

Hello darling! I just, after Reader lovely post about calling TOS Bones his full name, I think I fell in love with him all over again! So, I had an idea for a request, if of course you don't mind - and if you do, feel free to ignore me! I just feel like it would be interesting to see McCoy with Reader that's very affectionate and maybe a bit of a mother hen? Caring for him, always checking on him and drowning him in love! I just imagine him laying on Reader's chest until it lulls him to sleep <3

Of course. I hope you like it!

Being a ‘mother hen’ type partner for TOS Dr McCoy would include:

•well now, this man here absolutely loves being ‘drowned’ under your love. He welcomes it! Your love and your tender care make him feel warm and giddy inside; he’s never known anything like it.

•every lunchtime you eat with him, you make sure to refill his drink when he’s nearly drained it- and you remind him that he needs to be hydrated. And if he doesn’t look as if he’s going to finish his food you coax him to keep eating. He finishes every lunch time well fed and well watered.

•nighttimes are your favourite. You’ll lay back on his comfortable bed and open your arms to him, Len is always eager for cuddles. And he’ll nuzzle up to you! Len often falls asleep listening to your heart, and if you play with his hair and lightly scratch his scalp…well he’ll be in seventh heaven!

•you pull Len into tight hugs whenever you can. He won’t admit it, but he is a little touch starved, so you do your best to always be physically be there for him. You’ll always wrap an arm around him, or sneak up behind him and hug him from behind, lay your head over his heart to feel the steady beat. Touch is important, and you weave gentle, informal touch into every interaction that you can.

•if you hear on shift that Bones is having a bit of a crazy day in Medbay you’ll always send him a message- you won’t go down there, you don’t want to disturb the stride of him working. But you send a loving message with the promise of kisses and a massage to make him feel better later. And when he sees the message it spurs him on.

•and then later arrives, and you’re straight into mother-mode. You’ll get him washed and changed, and then spread out on the bed for your hands to work on relaxing his tense muscles. He’s always asleep by the time you’re done- and the following day he’s much happier than he would’ve been without your help!

•sometimes Len likes to have a drink- but you’re always around to make sure that he’s never drinking to excess! And if he does get a little tipsy you always see him safely to bed and have a hypospray ready on the bedside table for the morning.

•fundamentally Len loves the way you love. It shows in every action of yours- in every hug, in every message, and he’s blown away by it, it’s breathtaking! And he loves you just as much.

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Favourite Patient

Words: 858

Pairing: Doctor McCoy x Reader

A/N: I haven’t written Bones in such a long time... It’s really made me want to re-watch the reboots

Request: Alrighty if requests are about to close, how about a bones x reader where she’s got the flu but has medical anxiety and doesn’t want him to know or help but of course he’s HIM and insists…? Lol - @evangeliamerryll​

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As soon as you woke up you knew what was happening. You had a high temperature, head hurt, sore throat and cough and a slight runny nose.

You hadn’t suffered from the flu in years, no one really did anymore. But sometimes it would creep back up. Especially if you’d been on an away mission on a planet which still had the virus.

You grumbled to yourself and quickly submitted your request for a day off before grabbing some food and rolling back into bed. The notification to confirm day off approval came through and you smiled before trying to force yourself to sleep it off.

It’d been two days and you were still submitting your day off requests. Anyone else would have gone to medbay to get treated and it would have been over by now but you just couldn’t. Your medical anxiety prevented you from doing that. 

Yes, you trusted Doctor McCoy but you couldn’t shake the fear. He was your best friend and he’d tried to treat you for things before and yeah, he was used to you refusing to go to the Medbay but he hated it every time and always tried to persuade you in some way but always resulted in just treating you in your quarters.

In hindsight, you should have contacted him to let him know you were sick on the first day but it’d gone too far now and he was outside of your door.

“Y/N come on we’ve been through this Darlin’ if you’re sick you should just let me know.” he gently walked past you into your quarters and put his kit down.

“Who told you?”

“I noticed you were missing from the bridge and Jim said you’d been requesting time off. If you were going away I’d know about it because you would have told me.” he shrugged as he opened the kit up. “Alright, what is it this time?” He looked you up and down “Let me guess. Flu?”

You nodded “Yeah.”

“I knew it.” he threw his hands up and then brought them back to his kit while he selected the correct equipment “and of course it had to be you that got sick out of everyone on that mission.” 

He approached you slowly with the hypospray and gestured to it “May I? It’ll just be a very quick pinch.”

You shook your head “It’ll pass on its own.”

“Y/N, please. Let’s not go through this again.”

“Leonard you know how much I hate-”

“I do.” he admitted “But you’ve got to let me help you. I can’t stand seeing you suffering.”

You sniffed and realised how hot the room was becoming, you wished the fever would break. “People used to live through it so why can’t I? I’m keeping it contained here after all.”

“That’s not the point. Although I appreciate you not spreading it I thought we’d come to an agreement about having any treatment up here.”

You looked down at the floor “I know. I’m sorry.”

He stepped closer and gently put his finger under your chin to bring your eyes to his “Please just let me do this. You’ll be all fixed by tonight then.”

You nodded and the man smiled slightly “Thank you.”

You exposed your neck to the man so he could use the hypospray. He was done before you could even register what was happening. You mumbled a thanks and traipsed your way back to bed as the man packed up.

“Do you want anything Darlin’?” he called before coming to your bedroom doorway.

“No I think I’m ok.” your voice rasped.

“Now you’re going to get sleepy and hopefully by the time you wake up you’ll be ok. You may have a little bit of a residual headache leftover until tomorrow morning but keep up the fluids and you should be ok.” 

You nodded “Thank you, Len.”

“No problem it’s what I do.” he gave you a soft smile. “And if you’re better by tonight maybe we can still catch that movie?”

“You still want to watch a movie with me even though I didn’t let you know I was sick and hid away for days and repeatedly refuse to be treated in Medbay?”

“Yeah.” he said monotonously. “I do. After all, you are my favourite patient.” he gave you a wink and turned away.

“Oh really? I thought Jim was.”

You heard his laugh bellow from the other room “Oh yeah. You are Jim are quite the pair of patients. One of you has more of a reason to not come to the Medbay than the other though.” He returned to the doorway with his kit and leant on the frame “Don’t tell him that it’s not him though.”

You laughed “Or what? He’ll get grumpy?”

“Exactly.” he gave you a smile “Alright, I’ll leave you to sleep but I’ll catch you later and please, let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.” you smiled

The man gave you one last smile before winking and turning away “C’ya later.” he called behind him

“Thank you!” you shouted as you curled up in bed.

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[illogicalpunkwrites]

What Water Gave Me

Hello everyone! This one is...interesting. I dunno, have fun! Thank you for reading and please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Kirk!Reader

Rating: M (18+)

Warning: Sex pollen, smut, ABO dynamics, cursing, angst

Words: 4.4K

Tags: @bloodangelballerina @theweepingvulcan91

None of you found out about it until it was too late. Visiting a new planet was always exciting, especially when it was far different from Earth. None of the biologists knew what would happen when the crew drank the water until the first person started showing symptoms. That first person was none other than

your brother and the captain, Jim Kirk. He started behaving erratically, nearly pushing over other people to make sure Carol wasn’t messed with. She started to sweat and you hurried over to pull them away from each other. While you and Jim used to rough house in your younger days, you weren’t used to him actually trying to fight you. He got a couple of hits in, some of them really hurting you before you were able to gather yourself.

“Jim!” You yelped as he swung at you again, ducking just in time. You swept your leg out from under him, sending him to the ground so some members of your security team could hurriedly incapacitate him.

“No! Let him go!” Carol sobbed.

“Get Jim to his quarters and lock him in using the override!” You barked. You made a hysterical Carol sit down in the Captain’s chair and wiped her forehead. She started squirming in the seat and you kept trying to ask her questions, but she only called for Jim. Calling him…alpha?

“Uhura, call Bones and tell him what’s going on. Tell the same thing to Science Division.” You didn’t hear a response and looked over the top of the chair. “Nyota?” She was fanning herself, looking at Spock whose knuckles were blanched white as he gripped the console. “Sulu, can you leave your station for a minute and get Spock to his quarters? He might try to fight you but he seems okay right now.” He was the right person to ask. With what information you gathered, anyone who had any sort of partner was susceptible to what was going on. Luckily, his was back on Earth.

“What do you think’s going on?”

“I’m not sure, I’ll get those two back to their quarters and call medbay-”

“Sciences to Bridge.” The console beeped in and you sighed.

“This is Commander Kirk, report.” You demanded, already overwhelmed with what little you had dealt with in such a short amount of time.

“We’ve tested some samples from the planet and found something interesting. The water contains some sort of hormone that-“

“Drives people insane?”

“It establishes A/B/O dynamics within the population.”

“What the hell does that mean?” You asked incredulously.

“Alpha, Beta, and Omega dynamics, Commander.” Spock explained, his voice strained as Sulu led him to the elevator.

“No don’t take him!” Nyota got up to head towards the elevator but you jumped over to grab the back of her dress. “No! Alpha!” The doors closed and you let her go to nearly paw at them. Her dress was soaked through with sweat and a puddle of…something was forming underneath her.

“Medbay to bridge!” Leonard’s voice came through, sounding frustrated and tired.

“Bones, it’s (Y/N)! What’s going on?”

“I’ve got people trying to kill me down here on one side of the room and people crying on the other.”

“Are they all couples?”

“Most of them, their partners came and found them. I don’t think they liked me being near ‘em”

“We need to get everyone affected in their quarters, apparently the water establishes A/B/O dynamics.”

“My god.” He groaned. Normally, you would’ve laughed but you were highly stressed.

“I’ll send a security team down there to help out. Kirk out.” You explained before switching over to the ship wide intercom. “This is Security Commander Kirk, I need all personnel that drank water from Ni-bu to go to their private quarters immediately. If you do not follow orders you will be forcibly moved by security. I repeat, leave your stations and return to your quarters immediately.” You ended the call and grabbed Nyota and Carol. You got into the elevator and pulled out your communicator. “Kirk to Sciences division, please tell me there’s a cure for this thing.”

“We’ll have to go to K-7 for that, good thing is we’re not the only ones that have dealt with this. There was another planet like the one we were at that The Pegasus had to deal with.”

“Alright, I’ll tell Chek-“ You stopped and shook your head, knowing how flirtatious the Russian was. “I’ll get back up there and set the coordinates.” Pulling your friends along was like pulling two feisty Chihuahuas: they kept pulling away from you, kept yelping for their alphas, and at one point Carol actually bit you. Once that chore was done, you sprinted back up to the bridge to put in the coordinates and called for Sulu.

“Hikaru, you alright?”

“A little scraped up but I’m fine. Security’s doing a good job down here, some of your workers are affected by it though.”

“You think you can stay down there and help them out? I’m working on getting Bridge settled down.”

“You got it, but you owe me big time.”

“Next round’s on me when we get to K-7.” You chuckled before calling out. “Alright Chekov, let’s-“

“ENGINEERING TO BRIGE!” Jaylah screeched and your blood left your body. You had nearly forgotten about engineering. A large section of them went to Ni-bu to help fix some of the infrastructure and technology.

“Jaylah, are you alright?”

“Everyone down here is going crazy! Security is here but there is not nearly enough of them! I need help!”

“Where’s Scotty?”

“He went to go find Lieutenant Mira!” You groaned and grabbed Chekov by the back of his shirt while some other people from security grabbed most of the bridge.

“I’ll be down there as soon as I can, keep doing what you’re doing!”

XXXXXX

Hours later, the whole situation was defused with everyone who was affected locked in their rooms. Those who didn’t seem affected, the Betas, roamed around the halls like dead men walking. Sanitation swept and mopped the halls where puddles of “slick” had been left. You dragged your feet and nearly your entire body ached by the amount of times you had either been rammed into, hit, or bit by your crew mates. You saw Sulu and you gave each other a congratulatory hug.

“You owe me so much more than a round of drinks. This is not in my job description.” He mumbled, making you laugh.

“Thank you so much.” While most of your team had been okay, it had dwindled down severely by the time engineering was wrangled off. Scotty surprised you with how wily he was, giving you a run for your money. Thankfully, Jaylah helped you out and you threw him into his office.

Sulu pulled away and looked up and down at you, you had some cuts here and there and were bruised up. While it wasn’t the worst your body had faced, you’d still seen better days.

“Go to Medbay, Kirk. Your job is done for now and I’m sure McCoy could see a friendly face.” You smiled weakly and made your way down. When you came to the door it didn’t slide open so you knocked instead.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me! Lemme in!” After a few beeps on the PADD, the door slid open and you hurried in before it locked back behind you. You saw Leonard at his desk with a bottle of whiskey. His shirt was torn in some places and you could see the beginnings of a black eye. “Well, Doc, you look like you had an eventful day.” He snorted in response and poured you a glass.

“Please tell me we’ll get to K-7 soon.”

“We should be there by tomorrow morning. Sulu’s gonna get some rest before so he can get us in. I think the plan is for medbay to come to us to give us the hypospray.” You explained and took a large gulp, feeling the burn go down your throat. Leonard looked at the bruise on your jaw and you shrugged.

“It was Jim, nothing I can’t handle.”

“And the bites?”

“Carol, Scotty, and some others I can’t even remember.”

“Scotty bit you?”

“I had him in a choke hold.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “The female Alphas gave me a run for my money.”

“I think I can add this to the list of reasons why I hate space.” He finished up his drink and went to go grab a med kit to sterilize the wounds. You’d have to wait a couple of days to get the scars removed.

“Because it makes people unbelievably horny?” He laughed at that one, making you smile. “I’m glad that it wasn’t a free for all though, people were focused on either their partners or the people they’ve had a crush on.”

“My god I don’t even want to imagine what it would’ve been like if it’d been a free for all.”

“But I’m surprised, Len. You struck me as an Alpha.” You joked.

“I thought you’d be an Alpha.” He retorted. “You’re the one the one that fights everything.”

“I do not! I only fight when it’s needed!”

“Which is why you’re in here so often.” You finished off the whiskey and held out your left arm where one of the bites was. “You need to be more careful.”

“Hey, I didn’t know Carol would bite me!” You replied with a smile.

“I wonder why though? No one tried to bite me.”

“I’m the hotter one of the Kirk siblings?”

“Okay, I’m with you there.”

“I have to say, I like you a little roughed up. You look like an action hero.” He chuckled and knelt on the ground in front of you, antiseptic in hand.

You felt something when he touched you, something stirring within you. You tried to shake it off but you couldn’t as it grew. As he cleaned your wounds you could feel your body temperature rising and you became incredibly uncomfortable. As you looked at him you could see him tense up with his brows furrowing even more than they usually did and his grip on you tightening. You started squirming in your seat, your inner thighs becoming coated with something as you looked at Leonard. Oh god, was that slick? Once he was done with all of the open wounds he put his kit to the side shakily. You realized, even in your foggy state, he was trying to maintain composure. Your slick dripped down to the floor, making it hard for both of you to ignore. Now you realized what you both were and why neither of you had experienced symptoms all day. He was an Alpha, and you were his Omega.

“Leonard.” You whispered, nearly whined. He looked back at you and then to the bruise on your jaw. He brought his fingers to it and pressed on it gently, making you wince.

“You’re burning up.” He stated softly, his breathing picking up and voice gravelly. “You need to leave.”

When he said that, everything in your system freaked out. You leapt on him from the chair, wrapping your arms around his neck and straddling him. He caught you with his fingers against your ribs.

“Leonard, please.” You started kissing his neck, making his fingertips dig into you. He smelled so good, like something homey and warm with a splash of whiskey,  and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against his hard cock. He let out a stuttered moan, his composure melting away as he felt your unbelievably wet pussy against him. “Alpha!” You cried softly.

That’s when it snapped away, Leonard picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him. He hurried over to his private office and you two fell onto his little cot, his lips smashing into yours. You moaned and arched your body into his, wanting as much contact as possible. His tongue slid into your mouth as you kicked your boots off and worked on his shirt.

“Off.” You whimpered. He sat back away from you and pulled down the zipper on your dress before sliding it off of you. You pulled his shirt off and pulled him back to you as he worked on the clasp of your bra.

“Such a pretty little ‘mega.” He slurred before laving his tongue down your bruised jaw, pain not even resonating with you at this point. He dropped your bra to the side, kissing and nipping down your neck and collarbone. His tongue circled around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, kneading the other one with his hand. He was rougher than you thought he would be, teething at your pebbled nipple. You wondered if he was like this all the time. You rocked your hips up against him, wanting more than just that.

“Alpha, please!” You whined, making him chuckle. His hands drifted down the sides of your body to grip the elastic of your panties and pull them down your legs. He started pressing wet kisses down your stomach as his hands spread your legs to slot himself between them. You felt his breath against your pussy and you squirmed towards him, thighs enclosing around his head.

“God, you look-“ He didn’t even finish his sentence before burying his head in between your legs, his tongue circling your clit and tasting your slick. You arched your back and wove your fingers into his hair as an unruly moan escaped you. You felt your pussy growing even wetter and he groaned against you, the vibrations sending ripples through you. He sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it.

“Fuck! Alpha!” He looked up at you as you pulled his hair. “Please, need your cock, need your cock!”

You’d never begged like this before and you were sure you wouldn’t have if you weren’t in this state. He crawled back up your body and you pulled his head down to yours to kiss him, tasting yourself. Your hands shot down to his work pants and you palmed his straining cock, making him gasp into your mouth. You shakily undid the button and zipper before pulling them down and seeing his erection bob against his stomach. Your breathing got even heavier as he helped pull his pants off the rest of the way, his shoes thudding as they hit the ground. You leaned up to kiss and nip at his neck as you stroked his cock, trying to lead him to your pussy.

“Shit darlin’, Omega-“ He cut himself off with a grown and pulled your hand away, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it against your pussy to coat it in slick. You needed more. You locked your legs around his waist and pulled him as close to you as you possibly could. “You ready, my Omega?”

“Please, Alpha.” You whispered as he kissed your forehead. Then you felt his cock enter you slowly, stretching you perfectly and making you keen against him. He breathed out loudly and slowly as he seated himself fully inside of you, your fingernails digging into his back. The both of you stayed just like that for a moment or two, foreheads against each other and breathing heavily. He leaned down to kiss you and you swore you had never felt so loved and protected. You started rocking your hips against his and he took the hint, rolling his hips back so that he was almost completely out of you before rutting back in. “Yes!”

“Feel so good, ‘mega” He slurred against you, starting a slow rhythm. But still you needed more. Your head lolled to the side, exposing your neck to him and he leaned down to suck your pulse point into his mouth. He started thrusting faster into you, hitting that spot inside of you that made you let out high pitched noises into his ear. His pubic bone rubbed against your clit deliciously and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You felt like you couldn’t even speak anymore as your pussy started tightening even more around him, making him quiver a little. He looked down at you and you brought your hands to his face and neck to caress him more as your body bounced with his thrusts.

“Close, Alpha.” You warned and he leaned down to kiss you. The coil in your lower belly tightened even more and one more perfectly angled thrust did you in, a puddle of slick soaking into the sheets as you felt tingling flood your body. You cried out into Leonard’s mouth as your entire body stiffened with the intensity of your orgasm. Leonard’s thrusts started becoming sloppy and his grip on your body tightened. As you rode your high, something in the back of your mind still wanted more.

“Cum inside me” His eyes widened before gripping your thighs to put your legs over his shoulder, leaning towards you so you were folded. You shrieked out and threw your head back at him suddenly being so unbelievably deep. His arms wrapped around you as you bit his tanned shoulder, making him gasp into your ear and his hips stuttered against yours. With one final deep thrust, you felt his hot cum coat your walls. You whimpered at your oversensitivity but finally felt satiated, almost complete in a way. His body went limp against yours but you didn’t loosen your grip, neither did he. Your fever went away and the slick seemed to have stopped, but you wanting him didn’t.

“Stay.”

XXXXXX

You knew it was early when you woke up, but you weren’t sure how much longer you had before you docked at K-7. You felt sore all over, sticky, and still beyond tired. However, your head was fairly clear and you weren’t feeling feverish. You looked behind you and saw Leonard still asleep with his arm around you. You felt your heart drop as you realized that the night before really did happen, it wasn’t some hormone ridden dream.

You’d always been attracted to Leonard, even if he was a bit neurotic (something you still adored about him). However, you wanted to respect Leonard as a friend, coworker, and best friend of Jim’s. You couldn’t imagine how Jim would feel if you and Leonard started dating. There was also always the dreaded what ifs. What if you two broke up? How would your friends and Jim deal with that? You were also in a high stakes job. What if you seriously got injured, or worse? What if he never even felt the same way?

Also, being completely overrun by foreign hormones was not how you want you two to get together anyway.

So, as you Kirks do, you decided to get out before more awkwardness could come or having to face the difficult consequences of your actions. Luckily, Leonard seemed to be a heavy sleeper but you could feel a fever beginning to creep on you again as his arm tried to tighten on you. You felt your heart ache as even the non-Omega part of you wanted to stay. But if you did, what happened wouldn’t be just between the two of you. Someone would walk in and know what had happened. You didn’t even bother putting on your underwear or shoes, just your red dress before unlocking the doors with his PADD and sneaking back to your quarters to lock yourself in. You were breathing harshly, the fever hitting you pretty hard, and you slid down your door to the ground.

“Computer, air conditioning at full capacity.” The fans whirred around you as you tried not to think of Leonard.

XXXXXX

Leonard woke up with a groan and stretched against his cot. He felt around his bed for you, but shot up when he didn’t find you. He looked around the room and saw that your underwear and boots were still in his room. He kind of wanted to laugh, thinking about how you probably bolted out of there. He thought you were probably embarrassed about the whole thing. A nagging part of his brain said it was probably because you regretted it entirely. He had always liked you, but for the sake of Jim he kept it more friendly and professional. Perhaps it was best to just forget about it. Better that than a repeat of another failed relationship.

“Dr. McCoy? This is Nurse Chapel from the K-7 research lab. We’re here to give you the hypospray.” He hurriedly put on his clothes and kicked your things under the cot before letting the nurse in.

XXXXXX

A couple of days later, you hurried to the bridge to return some reports of the events to Jim. You had avoided medbay like the plague and unbeknownst to you, a couple of friends took notice. As you handed the PADD to Jim, he looked at your healing jaw and cringed once again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, asshole, you say it every time you see me.” You chided playfully. He looked at the rest of the scars left on your body from the others and raised an eyebrow at you.

“You can probably get those taken care of, y’know?”

“I know, I just haven’t found the time with writing this shit up.” You replied and he chuckled, waving you away. You smoothed out your skirt and went to the elevator, but Sulu slid in before the doors closed.

“Oh hey! What’s up?”

“What’s up with you? You always get your scars fixed up and Uhura knows for a fact that you’ve had enough time.”

“Are you two gossiping behind my back?” You replied and he crossed his arms at his chest. “Maybe I want to keep the scars.”

“You want to keep scars in the shape of bite marks?” He replied flatly and you shrugged. The doors opened again and He grabbed your arm. “That’s it, I’m taking you to medbay.”

“No!” You panicked and pulled away from him.

“What in the world’s going on?” He asked incredulously, and you looked around. “Did something happen the day we went to Ni-bu?” You opened your mouth but quickly shut it.

“I’ll tell you what happened, just not here.”

“C’mon!” He pulled you into a nearby closet and locked the door behind him. You paced what little you could in the space and he sighed. “Would you just tell me?”

“I thought I was okay. I didn’t have any of the symptoms so I thought I was a Beta. After everything settled down I went to medbay like you told me to get my cuts cleaned up.” Sulu quickly put two and two together, especially after days of suspicion.

“You weren’t a Beta and neither was he.” You shook your head. “And, lemme guess, you left in the morning?”

“I didn’t know what else to do.” You nearly whispered. “I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did. Kirk, you gotta fix this. You have to talk to him. You can’t avoid medbay forever.”

“I can try.”

“Kirk.”

“I know you’re right! I just don’t know what to do.” He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned into him.

“Just go in there.”

XXXXXX

Leonard was reading from his PADD in his quarters when he heard a knock on the door. He put it down on his bedside table before letting it open and saw you. His black eye was healing nicely, but he winced when he widened them in surprise.

“Uh, hey.” You started, already wanting to punch yourself.

“Hey.”

Fuck, this was awkward.

“Can I come in?” He stood to the side and you stepped in, the door closing behind you.

“If you’re here for your clothes and boots there under my cot in my office.”

Ouch.

“Thanks but that’s not why I’m here.” You stood there, trying to keep from fidgeting. “I wanted to talk about what happened, and before you say anything I know I shoulda stayed. I wanted to stay but-“ You broke off and sat down in his arm chair. You felt like if you kept standing then you’d pass out.

“But what? I’ve been wonderin’ why you didn’t stay, myself.” He said and you nodded.

“And I shouldn’t have done that to you.” You looked down at your clasped hands and tried to swallow the nervousness radiating in your body. “Leonard, I’ve always liked you. I’ve always been attracted to you.” You didn’t see the surprised look that crossed his face. “But I was always afraid of what would happen. I mean, you know me and Jim: we’re both terrified of relationships and I know that you’re wary of them after how things went in your marriage. I’ve always wanted to respect that.” You didn’t realize you had started to ramble. “And Jim is another thing! That ass is always so protective over me and you’re his best friend! That’s a conundrum just for him! Does he kick your ass or lock me in my cabin or both?! Not to mention we’re in space and it’s probably one of the most dangerous places ever!” You finally looked at him and saw him chuckling, hiding his face behind his hand. “Why the hell are you laughing? I’m pouring my heart out here!”

“Because you sound like me, dammit!” He smiled and you stared at him incredulously. “Go on, finish up. I gotta talk some time.” You shook your head at him and stood up.

“Fine, you want me to finish? I didn’t want to wake up and hear you talk about how it was a mistake because just thinking about that fucking kills me. I wanted it to happen, maybe not like that but I wanted…something like that to happen. There, I’m done.” You stood there and waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. “Well you said you had to talk.” You looked back up at him expectantly and his eyes had softened, he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“I didn’t know you felt that way and...as much as I didn’t think that this is the way things would happen, I don’t regret that it did. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long but everything’s complicated. But I wanna give it a shot because I can’t imagine not being with you.” Tears welled in your eyes at his confession and you threw yourself at him, taking in his warmth.

“I want to be with you, Len.” 

“As long as you promise you won’t run away again, darlin’.” You smiled up at him and kissed him softly.

“I promise…Alpha.” He stiffened against you and you laughed. He smiled and captured your lips in his, holding you tightly against him. “You think you could get rid of my scars first?” You squealed as he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him.

You two would just have to deal with everything else later.

[pendragonfics]

Patch

Paring: Leonard McCoy/Reader

Tags:  no gender for reader, no name for reader, no pronouns for reader, post Star Trek Beyond, protective Leonard "Bones" McCoy, fights, missions, angst and hurt/comfort, resolution, fluff, medical, injury recovery

Summary: Reader and Leonard have an argument over Reader's attendance on an away mission. But when Reader returns injured, will all be resolved?

Word Count: 1,566

Current Date: 2021-01-19

According to the statistics, it was improbable that your return to the USS Enterprise would be on a hover stretcher. There was a truth to it, and it showed in the data. Sometimes, casual dating was a fun exercise in romantic growth with others. However, when casually dating Leonard 'Bones' McCoy, CMO of the ship and resident grump, it wasn’t easy. You were a hands-on learner! A xeno-geographer worked better in the field.

Despite your inclinations, the data showed a different story. Crew admitted to Medbay worked largely in security and on away teams. An overwhelming percentage of those wore a red uniform. The statistics reduced for casualties for sciences blue, and lesser so with gold. The statistics had abated your worries. But despite the numbers, Leonard was not having it. It had been a passing conversation over replicator coffee. Five minutes before departing for the alpha shift, he had downed his black, no sugar and no cream, and gave you a most definite no you had ever heard.

“I won’t condone it,” he said, gathering his holo-pad. “Look - I’m not calling you a bad officer! You’re damn fine at your job.”

“Is that why you’re acting my father instead of partner?” You retorted hotly. Something about his obstinance reacted unfavourably with you, “You’re not my keeper.”

He blinked, and slowly, placed his mug upon the table. “My apologies, Darlin’,” He said, in a low voice. “…that I am not.”

It was then he walked away. The rest of the morning was a whirlwind of preparations, and without a moment to think of Leonard, it quickly became pushed to the back of your mind.

The away mission was simple. The people were a previously uncontacted civilisation on the northern hemisphere of a Federation planet. The southern populace had been contacted some years ago. However, the mission was to observe and document its cultural landmarks and social evolution.

Come the arrival, however, your nerves got the better of you.

You felt like your head was getting the better of you. All the unspoken words you wished you had said to Leonard at the forefront, not your job. While the rest of the team made their way to the outskirts of the citadel, you fell behind.

Had that been your first fight as a couple? What if you never saw each other again? What if that was the last thing you ever said to him?

That was how you did not see the trap in time. Up you went, the rope snagged around your leg, hoisting yourself into the air. The crackle of your comms buzzed, but it fell out, and no communication was received. The other members of the party turned at the commotion, coming to help you.

"I said to look out for that," a security officer muttered, lowering you from the uncomfortable hoist. "Now we sprung the trap, the people are sure to know we are here."

"Are you hurt?" one of the others asked.

Before you could find the words, however, you heard it. The distinctive twang! of a string-based weapon. Despite your vast knowledge of the weaponry used in evolving alien civilisations, that alone did not save you. Because as soon as you heard the release, the projectile was coming for you. And as fast as you were, there was no way to dodge it.

You blinked.

A flash of blinding pain erupted from your shoulder as an arrow-like object embedded itself within your flesh. The words were lost in your throat, but holding them in, a reactionary gurgle of agony escaped.

The security officer shouted something into his comms. The away team scrambled. Someone pulled you from the path, but not before the twang! and release of more projectiles was heard again.

You hadn't been shot before, but now you had. The voices around you seemed to fade out of volume, though they were nearby. Your head swam with confusion and fear. All of those aside, it was the sensation of beaming on board that brought you back to lucidity.

All you could think of was not on the primitive projectile jutting from your shoulder. Not the hazy fog that filled your thoughts, like a slow poison. It was with your boyfriend.

"Get them to Medbay! We need help!" someone called for help.

Despite the lucidity, you felt a prisoner in your body as they helped you onto a stretcher. Carried toward the Medbay, you tried to parse your thoughts into a coherence, but it was no use. The faces of those around you were blurry, some doubling. Their voices faded in and out, and slowly, you felt less and less control of your limbs.

Upon arrival into the Medbay, the white light overwhelmed you. If you weren't already having trouble comprehending the world around you, the commotion in the Medbay brought vertigo-like nausea to you. Despite your understanding of your surroundings being hard to pay attention to, you knew the blurry silhouette at the end of the stretcher.  The appearance of the CMO was something that would've been comforting to some. Despite having little control over your body, you try to move from his sight, lamely shifting away to evade his gaze.

“What are you waiting for, divine intervention?" his voice cut in. "I need a bed for the patient, stat.”

You tried to roll the stretcher once more, but your already turning stomach turned some more at the movement. Your shoulder burst into another wave of pain. A gentle touch upon your collar stopped your movement. You didn't need to open your eyes to know whose hand it was. You were well versed with those hands. You knew the good and kind work those hands performed, the love and tenderness behind his touch. But you also knew what those hands had done in the seconds before you parted.

Tears pricked at your eyes, but they weren't for the pain. No. The fading rush of adrenaline somewhat helped with that. The tears were for a different pain.

"It'll be okay Darlin', you'll be okay." He says, voice low, hurridly. You felt his hand upon your cheek, cupping it. "You have to be."

Soon after that, all the noises of the Medbay blended into one. A prick of a Hypospray led to a loss of sensation in your arm. Then torso. And slowly after that, a loss of awareness. But as your eyes fluttered to a close, some part of you fighting the anaesthesia, you caught sight of him. He stood at the end of the cot, a chart in hand, speaking with a nurse.

As the world faded from view, you felt his name on your lips.

---

When you next opened your eyes, there was no denying the throbbing pain. Slowly beneath the bedsheets, you tested the muscles in your body, moving them slightly. Your fingers moved on command, toes too. As you shifted your arm, you realised that the projectile you had taken a hit with had been removed. Glancing up, everything in sight was as it should be, no doubled vision. The screen beside you that housed your vitals seemed to wake up with you. It hummed a similar tone to that of your heart; a soft ba-dum, ba-dum.

It wasn't long before a nurse arrived. But as quick as they came, another person appeared. But he was no nurse.

Leonard looked as tired as they came. His bags under the eyes were dark, his skin sallow, his dark hazel eyes somewhat vacant. You had no idea how long you had been under; it could only have been one day, right? But Leonard looked haggard. The previously sexy stubble of five o'clock shadow looked dishevelled, unkempt.

"I didn't mean what I said," you blurt, trying and failing to sit up. Silently, Leonard came to your side, helping you do so. The bed, adjusting into a seating position, whirred to life. "I was just frustrated. I love you."

"I love you too," he replied softly. "But there was truth to your words."

You watch as he takes a seat at the bedside, his hands lingering at the edge, not moving to hold yours. "You're nothing like my father, Len." You reassured him.

"I know." He says. "...but I was being your keeper. You're a free spirit; you deserve to be unfettered. Free to do what you want - free to do what your job needs."

"I'm not a pigeon that flew inside a public building, Leonard," you hum. "I'm a person."

He wipes a hand over his face. "A hell of a person, at that." He says, quietly. "In truth...you reminded me of her. My ex-wife. Elinor. She was always stubborn, that's why we got hitched, and why we fell apart. But with you..." You reach for his hand, interlacing his fingers with your own. "Darlin', you can handle yourself. You're a tough cookie. But with you – this is your life. You work as a xeno-geographer," He sighs, "Who am I to stop you?"

"Leonard..." you squeeze his hand.

"It was wrong of me to try to stop you. And even though you did get hurt, it took all I could to keep it together, treating you."

"Thanks for trusting me," you whisper, squeezing his hand once more. "I promise next time I'll be even more careful."

He smiles. "And even if you get hurt again, I'll patch you up."

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Whumptober 2021

Prompt #3: „Who did this to you?“

With a familiar tingling in his neural network, the EMH materialized in La Sirena’s sickbay. His biosensors kicked into action even before his holographic body had fully assembled and threw a barrage of medical data at him. Adaptive filters quickly cast the obvious, familiar facts aside (human, male, age 42, 6 ft, 80 kg) and prioritized the relevant ones: raised levels of cortisol and adrenaline (in the process of breaking down), elevated blood pressure, a dip in hemoglobin and an alarming level of blood alcohol.

Stress. Pain. Hemorrhage. Intoxication.

“What is the nature of your medical emergency?”

Captain Rios, standing by the hypospray dispenser, turned around unsteadily and used his hip to stabilize himself against the counter. Hunched over, he was protectively cradling his left hand in his right. Beneath the stark ceiling lights, the Captain’s face looked pale, and blood was glistening in his beard.

Potential hand fracture. Epistaxis of unknown origin.

“I need pain meds,” the Captain slurred, his tone hostile. “Can’t get the damn hypospray replicrate… precate…” He grunted in annoyance. “Can’t get the damn thing to work.”

The EMH pulled a tricoder from his coat pocket and pointed it at Rios. Processing its readings, he rearranged his forehead into a frown.

“I’m afraid the application of an acetylsaliciylic acid won’t fix a misaligned metacarpal fracture.”

The Captain gave him an irritated, blurry look.

“What?”

“Your hand is broken and needs to be set.”

Rios looked at the injured appendage in disgruntlement.

“Bullshit. I just need some ice and an aspirin.” He glared at the hologram. “Why isn’t there a single fuckin’ aspirin in here? It’s a fucking medical bay!”

Detecting a fresh release of stress hormones in the Captain’s system, the EMH’s programming switched to a de-escalation protocol. Automatically, his vocal frequency dropped and his timbre softened.

“I can give you something better than aspirin, Captain,” he said calmly. “A fast-acting analgesic. You will feel better immediately. And then we can take it from there.”

Rios seemed to consider yelling at him for a moment - something the EMH had become used to since his initial activation a few months ago - but then, swaying in place, the Captain asked with narrowed eyes: “You’re not going to sedate me, are you?”

“Not unless you want me to, Captain,” the EMH answered, mildly affronted.

There had been several occasions where he’d offered sleeping pills to Rios (all rejected), and one memorable day when he’d suggested an antidepressant and almost been wiped from La Sirena’s mainframe in response, but, unless the Captain’s behavior and brain chemistry scans fulfilled all the criteria for temporary mental incompetence, medicating him against his will would violate the hologram’s hippocratic coding.

“Do you want a sedative?”

“No!” Rios barked. Then he looked at his hand and tried to wriggle his fingers. The EMH’s biosensors detected a spike in pain intensity even before his patient hissed and winced.

“Alright,” Rios relented angrily, teeth clenched. “Give me the pain meds and set the damn hand.”

The EMH’s neural processors lit up in mimicry of human glee.

“Right away, Captain.”

He slid past Rios to reprogram the hypospray console and replicated the medication he needed. Swiftly, he loaded the vial into the dispenser.

“Sit down, please.” He gestured at the biobed.

Captain Rios grunted, but he clumsily did as ordered. The EMH pressed the dispenser to the side of his patient’s neck and administered the analgesic. On the monitor that had self-activated as soon as Rios’ body had touched the biobed, the hologram was satisfied to see an immediate physical response as his captain’s vitals settled down.

The decrease of pain was also visible in Rios’ body language and behavior. His tense frame softened as his muscles relaxed, his mouth unclenched and his eyes lost some of their aggressive sheen.

“On a scale of one to ten,” the hologram asked, “what is your level-”

“It’s fine,” Rios snarled tiredly. “Just fix the damn hand.”

“There is blood on your face. Would you at least allow me to examine your-”

“Madre de dios! I got punched in the face. It’s just a nosebleed. The hand, Emil! Just the hand.”

The EMH didn’t have a limbic system, but his AI coding answered to Rios’ use of his moniker with a quick burst of invigorating energy.

“Certainly, Captain.”

Gently and efficiently, he took Rios’ broken hand and, with a quick tug, realigned the index metacarpal. Rios, now intoxicated and medicated, barely flinched.

Looking at the broken skin on Rios’ knuckles, the EMH reached for the dermal regenerator.

“May I ask who did this to you?”

The Captain scoffed. “Why would that be any of your business?”

“Depending on the species, toxic agents could have entered through your injured epidermis upon contact. The Cal’thra, for instance, produce a toxin that mixes with their sweat when threatened, leading to necrosis in their enemies’ wounds, and in case you-”

“EMIL!“

The hologram shut his mouth. Inwardly, his processors bristled at the rudeness, but if he wanted to finish treatment before the Captain deactivated him (as he usually did at some point), he knew he had to stop lecturing him. He had learned a lot in recent months, and while dealing with La Sirena’s ever-belligerent, moody new owner wasn’t exactly pleasant, he at least gave the EMH ample occasion to execute his intended programming. This wasn’t the first time he’d fixed the Captain up after some sort of altercation, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“If you would now lie down and let me configure the ossifier matrix…”

He began tapping on a holographic screen.

“No.” Rios shook his head.

The EMH stopped, confused. “Excuse me, Captain?”

“I’m not staying in sickbay,” Rios slurred defiantly. “Just splint my hand and I’m out of here.”

The hologram shouldn’t be surprised. Captain Rios had refused proper treatment before, in favor of letting his wounds heal on their own. The EMH’s hippocratic coding, however, still balked at the sheer stupidity.

“Captain, the ossifier matrix will expedite bone fusion. Foregoing micro-repair will prolong your regeneration considerably. You will be in pain, and your hand will be in a cast for weeks!“

“I don’t care,” Rios growled at him. “Just do it and I’m out of here.”

The EMH sighed. After all these months, and with all the knowledge the hologram had at his disposal, he was still unable to understand the Captain’s motivations. He’d browsed each and every of La Sirena’s computer files accessible to him, and he’d dived deep into his-… Rios’ memory base to find the cause for his self-flagellation, to no avail. Every time he came close to an explanation, a hole opened up in the data. A log entry that had been erased, a medical file that was incomplete, a classified Starfleet report, a face without a name.

Resigned, the EMH replicated a splint and bandaged Rios’ hand.

“All done?” Rios asked when he’d finished.

The hologram cast another look at Rios vitals: except for his blood alcohol, everything was back within normal range. He would have preferred to keep an eye on his Captain, here in sickbay. Something beyond the reach of his scanners told him he should. But there was no medical justification. His nosebleed had stopped; his hand would heal; he would survive another hangover in the morning.

“Yes,” the EMH answered truthfully.

“Good,” Rios mumbled and pushed off the biobed, swaying and tugging his bandaged hand against his chest.

“Deactivate EMH.”

Emil disintegrated with a woeful hum.

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It's Just Allergies!

McCoy X Reader

Hey here's an impromptu drabble! Why? Cause I love you guys, that's why. Done on my phones so possible extra typos and mistakes!

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The sneeze you produced was loud as it echoed throughout engineering. You froze and peered up from the console that you had been repairing. There standing wide-eyed was Ensign Chekov, who had been shadowing Scotty for the last month learning the ins and outs of Engineering.

"Not a word Pavel," you growled out in warning. If his eyes could get any wider they would have. He nodded vigorously, his curls bouncing.

"I heard nothing," he said holding up his hands and backing away slowly. You watched him suspiciously until he was completely out of sight. Sighing you eased yourself back under the console ready to get back to work.

Your body had other ideas. Another violent sneeze erupted from you causing you to rise up and slam the back of your head into hard metal. Cursing up a storm you held the sore spot.

"That didn't make my headache any better," you moaned crawling back out again. Taking your hand away from the sore spot on the back of your head you were relieved to see no blood. Sighing you swallowed hard hoping congestion has worn off. It hasn't, but it has been joined with a painful ache in your throat. Coughing into your arm you hardly noticed the sound of footsteps. Two booted feet stopped in front of you, looking up you saw Scotty there with his arms crossed over his chest and a sympathetic smile on his face.

"Get to sickbay lass, Keensers got this. I don' want to see you back until you look less like shite," he ordered firmly. Grumbling you hauled yourself to your feet and trudge in the direction of sickbay.

The walk took longer than it should have but you were exhausted and in all honesty, you didn't want to see doctor. You were just fine, thank you very much. It was just allergies!

You came to a slow stop right outside of sickbay, taking a deep breath you moved closer activating the door's sensor. They hissed open revealing a small flurry of activity. Walking in you bobbed and weaved around techs, nurses, and orderlies until you came to a stop at the nurse's desk. Christine Chapel looked up from her PADD and gave you a kind smile. She could tell that you were nervous,

"Can I get your name hun?" She asked you cleared your throat,

"Lieutenant (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," you managed to croak out. Nurse Chapel nodded and began tapping out a few things on her PADD. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she got up and gestured for you to follow her through the ward.

She let you walk a step ahead of her while she gently placed a hand on your back guiding you to an empty exam room. After keying in command into a panel the door slowly hissed open. Squaring your shoulders you entered and clambered up onto the biobed. Nurse Chapel grabbed a tricorder as she entered, she swiftly began scanning you from head to toe.

The device beeped and Christine frowned a little. Looking up at you she cocked her head to the side, "Lieutenant have you had your recent vaccines?" She asked perplexed. You nodded,

"Yes Ma'am I got them done at Starbase 9 before coming aboard," you said confusion and a stab of fear hit you. Nurse Chapel gave you a reassuring smile,

"Let me go get the doctor," she said and quickly left the room. You tried to take a deep calming breath but halfway through you choked on a series of painful coughs. Pulling your arm over your mouth you coughed until you couldn't breathe anymore. The biobed trilled and beeped in warning, the screen flashing yellow. Coughing just a bit harder you tumbled off the bed back onto your feet. Grabbing onto the biobed for support you wheezed and upon taking a breath to hopefully fill your lungs you began to cough violently again.

A gentle hand landed on your back and began to rub soothing circles. "Help me get her back on the bed," a gruff voice said from above you. Another set of hands help guide and lift you back onto the biobed. Alarms then started wailing making your head want to split open, if only you could breathe and tell them to turn the damn thing off.

"Oxygen!"

A mask was swiftly placed over your face, whining you batted and tried to rip it off but strong hands caught your wrists. The voice from before hushed and quietly whispered to you,

"It's okay Lieutenant. The mask will help you get the Oxygen you need. Now just relax, I got you"

A large hand brushed smoothed down your hair soothingly. Your eye dart around the room as your panic subsides and everything else becomes more prominent. Your head felt as if it were going to crack open, your body ached just as bad, and you felt as if you were on Delta Vega butt naked. Shivering you looked over to see Docter McCoy hovering over you watching the screen above the biobed. He was talking quietly to Nurse Chapel, she was nodding as if he were giving her orders.

"Get some blankets, and a hypo for the fever," he whispered. She was out of the room just as he was finishing with the order. McCoy looked down at you and saw that you were watching him with tired pained eyes. You moved your hand to take off the mask again but he stopped you, again.

"Keep it on, you need it." He murmured keeping his voice blessedly low. You tried to speak but it came out as a sad pathetic squeak, the doctor shushed you gently,

"The doctor at Starbase 9, didn't give you all of your vaccines. He missed the one for Andorian flu, not fatal if it's looked after. It hits the body pretty fast after the incubation period and I'm not gonna lie, it will be a long uncomfortable road," he explained softly. You whimpered and shivered again. McCoy's gaze softened further, "I know, but you're in luck. The first thing I'm going to do is take care of that fever that you have and then I'm going to go bitch out an incompetent fool who so happens to work at a certain Starbase." He said with a wink.

You snort but smile. Instead of speaking you took McCoy's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze in thanks. The man smiled, "No thanks needed darlin'"

Right then Nurse Chapel rushed in with a hypo and a couple of blankets in her arms. Handing the hypospray to the doctor she promptly covered you with the warmed-up blanket. You sighed in relief sinking down into the warmth you didn't even feel the hypo get injected into your neck.

"The fever reducer has a mild sedative so you should be out for a little while," McCoy whispered to you but you were too far gone. The last thing you heard was,

"Get a bed set up for her, if you need me I'll be in my office making a call,"

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Captains Orders - James T. Kirk x Nurse!Reader (AOS) (Part 2)

(Part 2 of Friends to Lovers series!)

*NOT MY GIF*

a/n: happy early Valentine’s Day everyone!!

Warnings: Medical stuff, Jim being nervous, cute stuff.

You stand beside the captain, today in the infirmary, as Bones gives him a routine check-up.

“(Y/N), hold him still please, he’s movin’ around too much, like a wet cat.”

“Shut it, Bones-!” The captain tries to shoot at him as Bones gives him a hypospray and pats his back.

“Thank you,” Bones chirps, “You’re almost done.”

“Doctor, don’t lie to him.” You laugh softly, as you hold the Captain’s hand while he gets another hypospray.

Bones rolls his eyes while looking at the captain, it almost makes you want to laugh, looking at this man, your captain, like a child with his fear of anything medical.

You see Jim staring at you, a bit of heat at his cheeks, you shake your head, not thinking about it too much.

“Nurse, can you please take the Captain to lie down and watch him, as to make sure none of those hypos have any adverse effects?”

You nod and help Jim up from where he sits to a bed, so he can take a moment and you can watch him as the doctor told you to.

“So, Nurse (L/N), how has your day been going?” The captain starts speaking nonchalantly like you haven’t been holding his hand for at least 30 minutes while he got hyposprays and general work-ups.

“Well, Captain, besides being your babysitter,” You joke and smile at him, warmly, “My day has been lovely.”

“That’s good, that is, uh, great!” He stammers, “Also, Jim. You can call me Jim, captain’s orders.”

“Well, Jim, you can call me (Y/N), if you’d also like, it might be better than calling me ‘Nurse.’”

He nods, and you suddenly look at your watch.

“Oh! Looks like your time is up, Jim! So, you can go off and do your work now...” You take his hand and help him up as he smiles at you.

“Alright, thank you, (Y/N).” He turns around and starts to leave but stops and turns to face you, face flushed.

“Hey, (Y/N)… would you like to go out... uh, I mean, next time we’re off-planet... maybe on a date, with me?”

You look at him and feel heat rush to your face and nod.

“Um, yes, that sounds nice, Captai- Jim. That sounds nice, Jim.” You give a warm smile to him and he gives a bright giddy smile and starts to walk away.

“Alright, well, thank you, (Y/N)!”

You turn around with a smile that nearly matches the Captain’s and walk back into the main room of the infirmary.

“Well, kid,” You hear Bones chuckle, “Guess you’ve got a date with Jim.”

You nod, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

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Shut up and take my latinum: Future tech in Star Trek

By Ames

Inspired by the future tech that we see in this week’s podcast episode covering Voyager’s “Future’s End,” your hosts here at the A Star to Steer Her By Corporation are cashing in by selling some of the everyday items you see in Star Trek as if we invented them ourselves. There are a lot of world-changing inventions that we see across the franchise, any one of which would have unfathomable impacts to society today. 

Sure, we’d probably tank the economy, no one would have jobs anymore, and we’d utterly destroy the timeline, but join our thought experiment pondering which piece of future technology we want the most for ourselves. Check out our products list below, listen to our sales pitches on this week’s podcast episode (discussion starts at 1:08:49) featuring guest star Justus, and buy now! Purchases made within the next thirty minutes come with a free exocomp!

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Most popular product – Replicators

I mean, obviously. If your answer isn’t “Replicators, and did you know bears shit in the woods?” then you’re a filthy liar, so we’re all just checking this one off now and will each provide a pick of something else just for the sake of having more than just this one option. Even beyond thinking about how replicators could literally end scarcity worldwide, could feed the planet, and could make the economy entirely pointless, there are also the more personal applications. Don’t want to toil over a stove to make dinner or even wait for delivery to arrive? Never cook again! Never shop again! Never waste rotten produce again! Never stare into your fridge and feel like you’ve failed as a person who cannot feed yourself like an adult again!

And the STUFF! Wouldn’t it be nice if Amazon could be made obsolete because whatever we want would just appear at our request? Take that, capitalism! Really the only downside would end up being that gift giving would be nigh impossible. What do you give to the person who could replicate everything? 

Caitlin’s pick – Transporters

Once we took replicators off the table, Caitlin agreed with guest star Justus that transporters would be just aces to have. Face it: air travel is miserable in just about every way. You have to deal with the airport and all the human rights violations that happen there. Airplanes themselves are uncomfortable, claustrophobic, and full of rows and rows of absolute assholes. Bypass that entirely and beam directly to wherever you need to go! It’s probably even safer than driving, but what isn’t, these days?

And aside from traveling the world as easily as snapping your fingers, you can also transport STUFF with that same ease! Sure, it’d tank the entire shipping industry, but that’s pretty much screwed right now as it is! Beam yourself and your luggage without even having to fit anything in the overhead compartment. And you can transport more than 3 ounces of liquids to boot!

Ames’s pick – Medical equipment

Take it from me: it’s a perpetual nightmare simultaneously being a hypochondriac and a medicophobe. It would sure be a lifesaver (literally!) if figuring out what’s wrong with you and then treating said malady could be done with the wave of what’s effectively a magic wand. No one would have an excuse for not seeing the doctor anymore and complaining about whatever this weird pain is all the time. All the different medical technologies we see in the Trek future look noninvasive, painless, and modest. You don’t even have to take your pants off unless you feel like showing off to Julian!

Whether it’s medical tricorders, hyposprays, biobeds, or maybe just a whole Emergency Medical Hologram just for fun, even one item from the future would be lightyears better than the knives and sutures that we’re forced to deal with today. What is this, the Dark Ages?

Chris’s pick – Universal translators

Chris’s actual pick of the day is something that we’re already well on our way to but that Star Trek has perfected. None of your hosts here are fluent polyglots, and honestly the American culture doesn’t particularly value being able to speak another language in the same way that other cultures naturally do. “This is ‘Murica and we speak ‘Murican” is the unfortunate norm.

Which is why a universal translator would be such a boon. Imagine a world where non-English speakers are treated equally! Where we could listen to their stories, chat with them freely, learn more about people of the world who have different experiences, customs, beliefs, and tasty snacks we’d love to try. It’d be a small step to a unified Earth, but it’d be a good one. C’mon, Google Translate. You’re almost there.

Jake’s pick – Time travel

Jake has his choice for how to go about it but the end result is always the same: getting the hell out of this timestamp. You can use the Bajoran Orb of Time if Sisko is having particularly loose morals that day, or a timeship like we see in “A Matter of Time” or “Future’s End”, or whatever the hell chronitons are, or just a good old fashioned slingshot around the sun. Forward or backward, you’re on your way to somewhen else! Pack a lunch!

We postulate in our chatter about what kinds of events we’d like to observe (or participate in), but the possibilities are endless! And if something needs correcting to avoid a global catastrophe or just a mild embarrassment, you are covered. Time travel: the insurance of the future.

On sale – Honorable mentions

Check out some of the items on our clearance rack. This is all stuff that we’d love to have but not as much as the items above.

Artificial intelligence: Okay, once you get past the implications of creating sentient life, it’d be excellent having humanoid androids walking around, solving problems, being our best friends, maybe showing us how fully functional they are a little bit…

Holodeck: I’m shocked this didn’t make anyone’s top pick because the holodeck beats the entertainment of today in pretty much every way. The downside would be that we’d all almost certainly end up being holo-addicts after mere minutes.

Warp drive: This one is really pie-in-the-sky. It’ll be a great advancement to be able to travel outside of the Sol system, but remember: you’ll also need inertial dampeners and deflector dishes for this to realistically work. Without the package deal, you’re toast.

Cloaking device: Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about what you’d do if you were invisible. Just hiding from people you don’t want to see is on the positive side of this advancement. On the negative side, there’s all the peeping, stealing, and murdering, which will definitely become a problem.

The whatever-you-want device from Picard: What even was that thing? Spoilers for Picard season 1, but the tool that Saga gives the crew is basically just wizardry in a funky piece of plastic. What is it? Who knows? What does it do? EVERYTHING.

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What other Trek tech could you not live without? Antigravity? Forcefields? Ketrecel white? Invest in these technologies today! And don’t forget to keep following us here for more cutting-edge blog posts, listen along with us as we watch through Voyager on SoundCloud, friend us on Facebook and Twitter, and welcome to the world of tomorrow!

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Can’t Sleep Without You [One-shot]

Fandom: Star Trek Pairings/characters: Jim Kirk x reader (but not really), Leonard McCoy, mention of Spock Words: 2359 Warnings: Use of medication, use of possible addictive medication, insomnia, nightmares, almost graphic description of a disturbing dream

Note: A somewhat self-indulgent story that I posted a little while ago, but had panic about after a few hours and then deleted. It felt too personal, too self-indulgent, amongst other things. I planned on giving it some time, and then rewrite it so it was less personal. I did give it time, but I haven't rewritten it, just edited. And now I'm giving it another go, hoping that I don't panic this time around and telling myself so fucking what if it's self-indulgent. And hopefully people enjoy it because I do like this story.

Summary: Having suffered from insomnia for a long time, Jim is the only thing that manages to calm me enough to function when it gets bad. But Jim is off on a mission...

"You look like something the cat dragged in, Commander."

"Thanks a lot, Doctor." I glared up at Leonard McCoy as he towered over me. Even if I couldn't stand the stuff, I was now on my third cup of coffee of the day. But I was also on my fourth day of barely any sleep, and I was desperate for something to keep me alert.

"Have you had trouble sleeping again?"

I downed the last of the coffee, cringing as the bitter liquid made its way down and sat the cup down on my empty lunch tray. I closed my eyes for a moment and grit my teeth, trying not to snap at the obvious question. "Looks that way."

The doctor sat down at the other side of the table and looked at me with worry, not even phased by my annoyance. "I've seen you getting worse the last few days, Commander. Why haven't you come to see me?"

"What you gave me three days ago made me wake up after four hours with a nightmare from hell. I'm still seeing ghosts in broad daylight."

He pursed his lips. "Please stop by the medbay at 2200 hours. We'll try something else."

I sighed, knowing that there was only one thing that would help, and it was not something our Chief Medical Officer could provide no matter how good he was. But I nodded. "Yes, doc." Then I pulled myself to my feet, grabbed the tray and went to put it back in the replicator for recycling.

For as long as I could remember, I'd had some form of insomnia. It hadn't been a problem when I was younger, I had been more energetic, more durable, not to mention more careless. But as I got older it got worse. Most of the time I managed to keep it under control, but sometimes it took on a life of its own. And when it did that, there was no medication, meditation or treatment that worked better than the captain of the ship, my boyfriend.

There was just something about Jim that calmed my mind like nothing else.

Funnily enough, insomnia was what brought us together. I had been wandering around the ship one night, after several nights of little sleep. Finding myself in the briefing room, I had sat down in the chair reserved for the captain, put my feet up on the table and gazed out at the streaking stars. After a few minutes of silence, the door had slid open and Captain Kirk had walked in. We were already on friendly terms, so I hadn't bothered taking my feet off the table or giving him the chair, even when he made a joke about it being his.

He'd been having trouble sleeping too, claiming his mind was running at warp 5 after an exhausting meeting in that very briefing room earlier in the day. He'd chosen to go back there in the hopes that it would clear his head.

We sat next to each other, him in the First Officer's chair and I kept occupying his, and chatted for a while. All the while we both seemed to gravitate more and more towards each other and I got sleepier at the same time, until I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder. He had gathered me up in his arms and ordered a site to site transport, dropped me off on my bed and pulled a blanket over me, before going back to his quarters, falling asleep as well. After that, our friendship had shifted and things escalated quickly from there.

Now though, he and Spock and several admirals were trying to work out a peace treaty between the Federation and the Klingon Empire. We had dropped them off on a colony near the Neutral Zone and had then gone off to survey a newborn nebula a couple of systems over. We weren't scheduled to go back for them for another two or three days, the trip itself took a whole day. And my body was kind enough to refuse to sleep properly without Jim now, no matter how much in control of the insomnia I was.

I made it through the day somehow, with at least two more disgusting cups of coffee. Thankfully, there was more than enough to do in Engineering that I decided to not leave once my shift was over, it was better to keep working than sitting in my quarters and feeling like I had been in the middle of a warp core breach. As soon as Jim and Spock came back, Starfleet wanted us to check out an uninhabited planet that a passing cargo ship had detected held large deposits of deuterium and our long-range sensors had detected too much atmospheric disturbance for transporting, so we had to adjust the shielding on several shuttlepods. I was barely conscious when I stumbled into the medbay at 2200 hours.

"Not looking any better, I see." Bones appeared out of nowhere and would have scared the daylights out of me if I hadn't been so sluggish.

"Your bedside manners are always so lovely."

He ushered me over to a biobed and pulled a tricorder from one of his pockets.

"There's no need to scan me. We both know what's wrong. Just give me what you think I need and I'll be off." I looked at the tricorder with annoyance.

He didn't answer but started scanning me anyway, so I sat there patiently, closing my tired eyes and listening to the whirring of the device. "It's a wonder they haven't found a cure for this yet, after 200 years of research," he muttered to himself.

I looked up at him and saw him analysing the results. "You've found a cure for some pretty serious viruses on your career, why don't you find the cure for this?" I argued.

"This isn't a virus, sweetheart."

"Still, I'm sure you're brilliant enough to find a solution." Bones always said that flattery would get you nowhere with him, but I found that more often than not, he enjoyed having his ego stroked. He was that good too.

He just huffed and went over to a cabinet. I saw him pull out a vial and fill up a hypospray. "I know you have tried this before and it didn't work so well. But that was a few years ago, it might work better for you now." I nodded and obediently bared my neck to him. One touch of the cold metal to my skin and it was done. "I want you to go straight to bed now. It should work quickly and you have to be in bed when it does."

"Yes, sir."

It did not work. Or, I did sleep through the night, but the dreams had me waking up more exhausted than if I hadn't slept at all. It had been worse than last time, the irrational, weird and disgusting dreams had just come at me, one after the other. I would honestly prefer good old-fashioned nightmares over this. I called Bones as soon as I had showered away the night and he was at my door by the time I had dressed.

"Sit down," he barked, the tricorder out and a deep furrow between his brows. "What happened?"

I told him all about the night, even gave him some snippets of the nasty dreams for emphasis, each one of them still crystal clear and disturbing in my mind. The way he cringed at some of it, told me just how disturbing they had been. It wasn't normal to dream that you're pooping out severed arms, after all. *

"This is very strange," he said after he was done scanning. "Barely any light or deep sleep at all. Dream sleep almost all night. I've heard about a few phenomena that cause a person to not have any dream sleep at all, but not nothing but dream sleep. You're not getting any more of this medication, and I'm making a note in your medical file."

I sighed, trying to think about what I could do to help myself that night. But Bones had suddenly gone very quiet. I looked up at him and there was a deep furrow between his brows, his eyes gazing down at the tricorder, but it looked like he was mentally lightyears away. "What's wrong, doc?"

He didn't react right away, but then he blinked and looked down at me. "There is something we can try, but it can be highly addictive if the dosage is off by even a fraction. Call Scotty and tell him you'll be a bit late. I need to take some blood for analysing."

All through that day, I felt a bit apprehensive about what Bones was planning on giving me later. And I missed Jim so much it ached. This was the worst it had been without him and it was also the longest we had gone without each other since we got together. I missed him because of his absence, of course. But in my sleep-deprived state, it felt a million times worse. It felt like there was a gaping, bleeding hole inside me where he should be. I needed him to calm my mind, to kiss me and tell me it's okay if I can't sleep, that I'll sleep when I'm ready and he would be there with me all the while. I needed him to breathe with me. I needed to feel him. He was able to relax me enough that I could function.

After working well past my shift again and forcing down too many cups of coffee, I forced back tears of exhaustion and desperation and went to the medbay, got the mysterious hypospray and went straight to bed.

Apart from the fact that I woke up every ten to fifteen minutes, this one worked a lot better. In the morning, I felt less like I had been hit with a meteor shower and more like I had just tumbled through a thick atmosphere without a spacesuit. Bones came to check up on me in engineering after lunch and I asked if I could get a higher dosage, hoping that maybe that would finally be what helped me sleep through the night. But he refused, he had given me as much as my body could handle without becoming addicted or suffering other nasty side effects. In defeat, I told him if I couldn't have a higher dosage, I didn't want it at all. Then I started counting the hours until Jim came home, and drank all the coffee I could stomach so I wouldn't feel like a zombie.

I was just starting to doze off. It was probably just an hour or so until my alarm, but I let sleep take me. I would take anything I could get. What felt like just a minute later though, the computer spoke to me.

"The time is 0630 hours. The time is 0630 hours."

"No no no," I moaned in annoyance, screwing my eyes shut to the illumination in the room becoming stronger. But then a pair of lips landed on my cheek.

"Forgot to turn that off," someone said.

I didn't process this right away, but in the back of my head I knew that voice and knew it was important, so I forced myself to open my eyes to the way too bright room. Jim was there next to me and judging by his one barely open eye, he had just woken up too. "Hi..."

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, the room seemed to be spinning a little, my vision getting blurry, but then he smiled with his eyes closed and started to clumsily kiss my cheek and jaw and everything cleared up.

"When did you come home?" I whispered.

Jim didn't answer but kept trying to kiss me, but he was struggling, he too seemed exhausted, not able to aim. "A while. Laid down minutes ago. Tired. Want lips."

I made a happy sound and rolled around to face him. He opened his eyes a fraction, revealing the brilliant blue I loved so much. His lips landed on my nose, then my cheek before finally finding my lips. The gaping aching hole inside me seemed to vanish. I moved closer, pressing my lips and my body to his and everything inside me seemed to settle down, mind was quiet, all tension washed away. When I needed air, I pulled back just enough so I could stare into his eyes and see every little shade of blue in them. "You're home."

"The time is 0635 hours. The time is 0635 hours."

"Home and tired." His breath washed over me when he spoke and I wanted to breathe nothing but him for the rest of my life.

"Ditto. Haven't slept since you left."

"I know, Bones told me. I'm so sorry, Supernova."

"'s okay. Just missed you." My voice broke, and all the frustrations from the past week made a few tears fall. Jim snuck one of his arms around my waist and I moved even closer, burying my face into his neck, breathing in the smell of stars and nebulas and galaxies. "How were the peace talks?" I asked between lazy kisses to the soft skin on the side of his neck.

Jim didn't reply right away. Instead, he kissed my hair, breathing it in for a moment. "Exhausting. I'll tell you all about it later."

"The time is 0640 hours. The time is 0640 hours."

"Have to get up," I mumbled against his skin, but my entire body felt like lead in Jim's arms.

"Computer, turn off the alarm." A gentle beep confirmed it was now turned off. Then Jim pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. "Bones told me to tell you that he has declared you not fit for duty today and that he has ordered bed rest, and if you disobey his orders, he will not hesitate to have you strapped to a biobed with a force field."

I blinked. "But..."

"And your Captain concurs. He recommends you spend the day with him in bed and sleep." He was grinning at me. "He's been flying fancy admirals in a shuttle all night and is in need of some tender loving care from the love of his life."

I knew there were things I had to do in Engineering. It would take time and almost all the Engineering staff to get the shuttlepods ready in time for exploring the deuterium planet. But as I looked into Jim's eyes, I felt exhaustion all the way to my bone marrow, and there was no point arguing with that, or the Captain and the Chief Medical Officer. I teared up with relief and buried my face in Jim's neck again.

Jim settled down on his back and pulled me halfway on top of him. I swallowed down my emotions and rested my head on his shoulder, tangled my legs with his, and laid my arm across his stomach. Peace filled me and I barely had time to mumble love you before I was fast asleep.

Note: * Yes, I have actually dreamed that as a side effect of taking melatonin.

[set-phasers-to-whump]

and so he would be

whumpee: will riker

fandom: star trek tng

heyo! this fic is picard’s pov from my fic impaling, requested by ValorousLeader on ao3. it’s not hugely whumpy but it does give a different look at the whole thing and i had fun with it :) hope you enjoy!!!!

The Enterprise shook somewhat violently as it brushed the edge of the geomagnetic storm. The young Ensign at the helm winced visibly, turning to look warily at Captain Picard as though he expected an outburst of anger. 

“That’s alright, Ensign,” Picard said. “Just a bit of a bump.” He tapped his combadge. “Damage report?”

“La Forge here. No damage in Engineering.”

“Crusher to Picard, no real damage in Sickbay. A couple bumps and bruises - but we’re okay.”

“Shuttle Bay reporting minimal damage.”

The reports continued to come in - no harm done, overall. Picard counted them lucky. The storm had come out of nowhere, and the Enterprise had very nearly flown right into it, and the fact that they’d only just brushed the edge was actually quite remarkable. Not that the Ensign who had managed this would see it that way. 

“See? Nobody - and nothing - onboard is seriously hurt. We could be far worse off if it weren’t for your quick steering.”

The Ensign managed a small smile, and business on the Bridge returned to normal. Except for one thing - Commander Riker hadn’t reported back in. Picard thought he’d been visiting one of the science laboratories in his off time, but typically in an event like this he’d have reported in, just to be thorough. 

“Commander Riker, report,” Picard said, pressing his combadge. Better to be safe than sorry, he reasoned. He waited for a reply that would assure him that his worry was unfounded. 

But a minute passed in silence. “Commander Riker. Report.” Either Will didn’t have his combadge on him, or he was unable to get to it. Both possibilities presented Picard with a problem - his first officer was either being careless regarding his duties, or he was incapacitated, injured, unconscious… “Commander.”

Still no reply. 

“Captain. Should I -”

“I’ll locate him, Mr. Worf, thank you. Mr. Data, you have the Bridge. Before I go - in which lab is the engineering experiment that Mr. La Forge is working on?”

Data gave him the location - Lab Four - and with that, Picard stepped into the turbolift, on his way to locate his first officer.

--

He’d hoped to find Commander Riker unharmed, combadge forgotten in his quarters or dropped in a hallway. But the second the door to the lab slid open, that hope evaporated. 

“Captain,” came Will’s voice from the other side of the room, weak and strained. His body was pinned to the wall by one of several metallic spikes sticking out from it. The experiment, presumably. Blood stained the front of his clothes, and his face was pale and lined with pain. He looked so unlike himself that for just a second, Picard stood frozen in the doorway.

The second quickly passed. “Will,” Picard said, stepping closer, tapping his combadge. “Picard to Crusher.”

“Dr. Crusher here.”

“I’m with Commander Riker in Lab Four. He’s been impaled by a metal rod.” 

She was silent for a moment. “Impaled?”

Picard kept his voice calm, though hurried. “Yes. You may want to come down here, he’s lost quite a bit of blood already. I don’t know that moving him is the thing to do.” 

“On my way.”

Now there was nothing for it but to wait the precious few moments until Dr. Crusher arrived. 

“Y’r...not gonna move me?” Will’s slightly slurred voice was clearly frightened, his half-closed eyes opening wider. 

“We will move you,” Picard replied quickly, in an attempt to assuage some of Will’s fear. “Dr. Crusher simply needs to figure out how.”

“Okay.” 

A few seconds later, the doctor arrived, arms full of medical supplies, worry written plainly across her face. She got right to work, and Picard stepped aside, letting her take charge of the situation. 

“How did this happen?” she asked Will, as she began to check him over. 

There was no response for a second, and then Will’s eyes opened wide in alarm. “Wh’ happened? Ship moved,” he said, glancing between the two of them for an explanation. 

Picard was glad to give it to him and to assure him that there was nothing to be worried about, at least as far as the Enterprise went. “We brushed against the edge of a geomagnetic storm. I suppose you were unlucky enough to be standing in front of this contraption at the time.”

Riker nodded slowly, watching Dr. Crusher’s hands move across his torso. “Fell back on ‘t,” he explained. “Didn’t even feel it at first. Then I looked.”

Beverly winced in sympathy, a feeling Picard shared. The shock of seeing a piece of metal sticking right through one’s body could not be pleasant at all, and he knew that the pain had to be intense, given the fact that Will was actually telling them that he was hurting. 

Dr. Crusher finished pressing a piece of gauze against the edge of Will’s wound, then seemed to make up her mind about something. “We need to cut this metal away from the wall,” she said, looking to Picard and exchanging a wordless request. 

Picard, understanding, quickly hurried off to collect the necessary tool - a pair of strong cutters designed for snapping bolts in two. He returned just in time to hear Beverly say, “Will, you’re going to have to stay awake for this.”

Will nodded as Picard passed the cutters over to his doctor, closing his eyes in preparation. Dr. Crusher stepped up next to him with the cutters, and Picard got into position in front of him, ready to catch or support him when he was freed from the wall. 

The metal snapped quickly and cleanly, and almost immediately Will was collapsing, a sharp cry of pain escaping him. Picard caught him before he could fall to the ground, swiftly wrapping an arm around his uninjured shoulder and keeping him upright. Now that they were touching, he could feel a faint tremor running through Will’s body, some horrible combination of stress and pain, and he could hear his first officer’s breathing - shaky and uneven - and it was so unlike him, so disconcerting...he felt he ought to do something comforting, but he wasn’t especially good at those kinds of things. 

Luckily, though, Bev was. He saw her reach out and gently take Will’s hand, as her other hand tapped her combadge. “Dr. Crusher to Transporter Room Two. Three to beam directly to Sickbay.”

A second later, the three of them were standing in Sickbay, being swarmed by several doctors and nurses. Dr. Crusher took charge of them, and Picard stepped aside, allowing them to get on with their work. He watched as they laid Will down on a table, thinking briefly that someone so tall and so vibrant shouldn’t look as small and faded as he did lying there. 

They pulled the rod from him, slowly and carefully, as Picard stood there watching. Blood poured more rapidly from his first officer’s body, but Will seemed to barely react. And then a nurse pricked him with a hypospray, and his body relaxed. 

“Jean-Luc…” Beverly stepped in close to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. The nurse was moving Will’s table towards the surgical room, looking pointedly at Dr. Crusher, and Picard figured his time was about up.

“I think I’ll be going back to the Bridge now,” he said to Beverly, giving her a tight smile. “He’ll be alright, won’t he?”

She reached out a hand, placing it onto his shoulder, neither of them noticing the blood on her fingertips. “He’ll be just fine,” she replied. 

And so he would be, Picard knew, as he stepped out of Sickbay to let her get to work.

thanks for reading this! it was my first time doing picard’s pov so i’m def still ironing out the kinks...hardest by far was trying to work out when to call dr crusher dr crusher vs beverly...idk but i did my best. hopefully it’s not too clunky or anything. i hope you liked it!!!

[littlemaatta]

Careless - Jim Kirk x Reader

Anonymous said: Prompt: a soulmate AU where if one gets hurt the other feels it. Reader is an engineer and her and kirk have not crossed paths yet (so they don't know they are each other's soulmate) . One day, Jim is in medbay after almost dying (again), and the reader comes in pain like: "BONES THE F*CKER DID IT AGAIN". And instead of a meet cute, the reader proceeds to almost bite his head of for being so careless

a/n: oh i love this so much, thank you

warnings: minor description of injuries (mostly just talking about the pain), swearing

reader is described as: female. no size, skin, or hair descriptors. lmk if i missed any pls.

When your soulmate gets hurt, even the slightest thing like a paper cut or a hangnail, you feel it. And from this you have deduced over the years that your soulmate must be the most reckless bastard in the world

From broken limbs to black eyes and bruised ribs, you’ve felt it all. 

Its worn on you a bit over the years, the frequent pain and worrying about your soulmate. But the worry slowly turned to irritation, what have they been doing to end up this hurt?

When you joined Starfleet to train as an engineer, you got your fair share of injuries as well. Burns, cuts, the time that you fell down a flight of stairs after staying up all night studying for an exam.

And every time, you wondered where your soulmate was and if they were feeling your pain, wondering about you.

Eventually you join the crew of the Enterprise as an engineer. You work with Scotty who becomes a great friend. For the most part you keep to yourself aboard the ship, the only other friend you make being Dr. McCoy and only because you have to visit him so often for injuries - both your own and your soulmates.

You enter the medbay for the first time in a few days, holding your burned hand to your chest. 

“Haven’t seen you in a few days.” McCoy says as you approach him. He nods his chin toward a bed and you sit down.

“Yeah, I’ve been lucky for a few days, damn replicator I was fixing this morning decided to burn my hand though.”

Bones grunts as he examines your hand, “Did quite a good job mucking it up this time.” 

“Ha ha.” you reply sarcastically, “Just fix it up so I can get back to work, please.”

Bones rolls his eyes and gets to work, when he’s done he sends you on your way. 

__

Jim is in his chair on the bridge when a searing pain suddenly runs through his hand. 

He flinches and pulls the offending hand to his chest, cradling it as the skin continues to burn. 

He pulls it away and looks it over, although he knows he will see nothing, this pain is not his own and no actual injury is present.

“Captain?”

Jim looks up to find Spock watching him with confusion. The captain clears his throat and sits up straight, his arm returning to the armrest. 

“I’m fine, Spock.” he answers quietly.

He can’t help but glance at his hand again though, as the pain continues, his entire hand feels like it’s on fire.

About ten minutes later, he feels the familiar painful sting of a hypospray and the pain in his hand finally fades. He sighs in relief, not only for himself but for his soulmate, wherever they may be.

__

Another away mission gone wrong. Jim fades in and out, confused and drowsy, trying to piece together what happened. 

The pain returns suddenly and in full force, his adrenaline finally wearing off after the fight and allowing him to feel all the pain from his injuries.

“Captain! We’re gonna get you back to the ship, it’s okay.” a voice says, but his ears are ringing and his eyes can’t focus on anything.

He feels cold beneath him and hears a familiar voice.

“My god, man.” Bones exclaims when Jim appears on the transporter platform in front of him. He gets to work immediately, shouting orders to the other crew members and nurses around him.

“Bones..” Jim mutters.

“It’s alright, Jim, we’ve got you.” 

__

An involuntary scream escapes your lips as you fall to your knees. The crew members around you all stop and stare.

Scotty runs to your aid as one of your arms wraps around your stomach and you cry out again, this time quieter and more strained.

“What is it, lass? What’s wrong?” Scotty asks, his arms hovering over your sides as if he is afraid to touch you and cause you more pain.

“I don’t know.” you answer through gritted teeth, “It’s my soulmate.”

Relief floods Scotty’s face as he realizes that you aren’t physically hurt. 

“Let’s get you to the medbay then.”

You nod in response, breathing heavily as Scotty helps you to stand. 

Suddenly, as you and Scotty are walking down the hallway, the pain turns from an intense throbbing to a dull ache. You straighten yourself up and move away from Scotty, able to stand on your own.

“They.. they must have gotten medicine, the pain just faded. It still hurts but not as much.” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

You tell Scotty you’re alright to head to the medbay on your own but he insists on at least walking you to the turbolift.

On the ride up to the medbay, you get less worried about your soulmate and more angry at them. All of these years you’ve been feeling them get so hurt and be in so much pain, and it’s always bothered you but today.. today felt like they were dying.

By the time you walk into the medbay, you’re fuming. You’re almost positive that there is smoke coming out of your ears.

“Bones, the fucker did it again! Is this asshole trying to die??? I swear it’s like they seek it out! There is no way someone gets injured this much on accident.” you rant as you walk up to the doctor.

“What is it this time?” he says without looking up from what he’s doing.

“Well, I just collapsed in engineering because it felt like my abdomen and my arm were being torn to shreds.”

Bones looks up at you with furrowed brows, “Wait, what?”

“My abdomen and my arm felt like they were being slashed up with a knife.”

“Where exactly?” Bones asks, giving you his full attention now.

You point to the places that are still hurting, a long stripe down your forearm and three places on your abdomen.

“I don’t believe it...” Leonard says, shaking his head and letting out a small chuckle.

“What?”

Leonard doesn’t answer, he only gestures for you to follow him and begins leading you to another room.

He stops at the foot of a bed where a man is laying unconscious, bandages cover his abdomen and his arm, in the same spots where you were feeling pain.

Your jaw drops as you look from him to Leonard and back again. 

“He should be waking up in a few minutes.” Leonard says with a smirk before he turns and leaves the room.

You feel like you can’t move, your feet are glued to the floor as you stare at the handsome man in front of you.

Captain James T. Kirk.

The captain of the Enterprise is your soulmate.

You don’t know how long you stand there with your jaw hanging open but time seems to start again when his eyes flutter open.

His blue eyes search the room before they land on you, he blinks a few times and stares back at you.

“Hi.” he mumbles, his voice scratchy from sleep.

You scoff, your trance fading away as your soulmate stares at you. Now that you know he’s alright, something snaps.

“All these years.. all these years you’ve been breaking bones, getting black eyes, getting stunned, and one time getting like ten hyposprays at once, whatever that was about. And here you are, almost dead, and you say hi?? As if you aren’t the most careless person in the universe!” your voice raises as you talk, so you’re almost shouting by the end. 

Jim stares at you throughout your rant, confused. He pushes himself up a little bit on his elbows, trying to sit up, you both flinch as pain shoots through your bodies.

“Stop that.” you say, moving closer and pushing his shoulder gently to make him lie down again. 

He turns his head to watch you as you fuss with his pillows and smooth out his sheets, not meeting his eyes after your outburst.

His hand comes to rest over yours as you are fixing the blanket over his legs, making you look up at him.

“I’m guessing you’re my soulmate then.” he says softly, his eyes boring into your own.

You nod slowly, nervousness catching up to you as your anger fades away.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, after all the burns and cuts and the one time I think you fell down a flight of stairs.” he says with a playful smirk on his face.

You laugh at his comment, remembering how you had laid at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, wondering what your soulmate thought of you after that.

“Nice to meet you, too. I’m Y/N L/N.” you say, your voice wavering as tears form in your eyes, the pent up emotions coming out as you finally meet your soulmate after years of wondering. 

“I’m Jim Kirk. And I’m sorry for being the most careless person in the universe.”

[captainpikeswoman]

Trying to get Bones to become more cultured, I feel like he only eats and drinks the same thing 😂😂 AOS or TOS up to you xx

Hope you like it!

Trying to get AOS Bones to expand his food and drinks tastes would include:

-he’s very set in his ways, which is fine! You respect his tastes and desire to stay true to himself at all times. But as you point out regularly, that doesn’t mean that he can’t try things!

-to which he points out, he’s friends with a wild pain in the backside called James T Kirk, so he’s tried plenty of things, the vast majority of which he really doesn’t want to try again.

-but with a few minutes of flattering your eyelashes and pouting at him he soon comes around. (He complains bitterly about how he’s a human god dammit and he doesn’t have a heart of stone, and how you seem to have him firmly wrapped around your little finger.)

-you’re not cruel though, you don’t want to just dump him in the deep end as it were. You start off by introducing him to other cuisines and tasty non alcoholic drinks that are from Earth. He discovers that he really loves Mexican food!

-somehow Scotty discovered that you were getting Bones to try new foods, so he insisted on doing a dinner party for all senior staff and the theme was Scottish foods. Most of it was very nice indeed, you even tried Haggis and managed to get Bones to try it too…it was unusual for sure, but both of you agreed you’d have to try it again in future to see how you really felt about it.

-only once he was comfortable with eating a variety of different dishes did you expand your culinary horizons to off world tasty treats!

-Orion food was a great hit with you both! It was like a sensuous experience to eat. The drinks however…had some unusual side effects, resulting in a few uncomfortable issues that could only be remedied by the hasty administration of some hyposprays. But that didn’t put either of you off the food, it was too good.

-you insisted that the two of you try some Vulcan dishes, Bones believed that this would be pointless and Vulcan food was bland in taste but it did have great nutritional value. And even though he put up the most resistance to trying Vulcan dishes and then moaned bitterly about how boring they were and how much he didn’t like them, you found it amusing how often you’d find him having a bowl of Plomeek soup during a snack break at his desk. (You never mentioned it though, you didn’t want to undo the good work you’d done).

-all in all it turned out to be a lot of fun trying different foods and drinks from Earth and other planets. It became less about expanding his palate in the end, and more about discovering and appreciating other cultures. And the bonus is that it did change what he ate and drank, he ended up having a broader taste than you!

[crimsonsunsets]

lostmojave​ ( @lostmojave )​

a wince tugs her brows together as julian begins to knead the tightness from her muscles. she must look a wreck; face flushed and sweaty from over exertion, blisters already forming on her palms, and dark, wet patches all but covering her dark shirt.

just by looking at her, it is clear she had been pushing herself for quite some time already.

it takes a moment for the uncomfortable ache in her legs to ease against julian’s touch ( it had taken a few days to get used to physical contact again ), the crease in her brow eventually fading with it. now settled back into the offered chair, sheila’s breathing finally calms from the previously ragged panting.

she can easily talk in full sentences now. but like a child being scolded for scribbling on walls, her sulking response is short.

“ i’ll stop, ” her tone is petulant, frustrated. julian would be forgiven if he assumed that her bottom lip would stick out in a pout with how childish her impatience could seem. he knows best, of course. another tense moment passes, before sheila finally offers a resigned sigh before peering over her shoulder.

“ sorry, guerette. ”

Once happy that the area had been throughly massaged, decreasing the chances of swelling and inflammation, he used a hypospray to discourage cramps. “This is to avoid cramps. You know, I should skip this and let you really feel what overworking is doing to your body. Don’t get me wrong, you’re still gonna wake up in pain tomorrow. I just want you to know it could have been worse.” Julian said, ignoring her pouting routine.

“Good. And because you did such good work today,” walking around the chair, he started guiding her out of the medbay and into the promenade. “I thought you might like to go out and eat somewhere other than sickbay and your rooms.” It was important to get some food in her system after such an intense workout; a hypospray could have done the trick, sure, but sitting down to eat around people, making small talk, eating something nice, had psychological benefits that a hypospray didn’t. “Ready to try klingon food?”

Quark’s was currently out of the question, he was banned for a week for accidentally throwing a dart in Quark’s arm. It was his fault for startling him by yelling about a one time promotion, the dart slipped from his fingers like it had its own ideas. “Wait! --” turning the chair around with alarming speed, Julian guided her towards the replimat, a memory from his foray into 20st century cuisine research popping into his memory.

When Sheila started eating solid foods he began programming some classic american dishes into the computer memory bank, and while he found some very odd selections, he had usually selected normal looking ones. But there had been one that he couldn’t help but program.

“Wait here a second.” Leaving her in one of the tables, he skipped to the replicator, eager to share his find with the living fossil. “Computer, please hot dog with yellow eyes dish. Covered.” A second later, the monstrosity was created. The dish was presented with flourish, he left it in front of her, cover firmly in place. “Go on. I programmed this for you, a taste of home.”