#my wife jim kirk

[howdy-do-da-day]

Captain Kirk wont even look at a beautiful woman because he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable in a professional setting and yet people still act like he's nothing but a horndog

[spirk-trek]

S1E28: The Alternative Factor ⋆.˚ ✧ · ˚⊹ ·

[aspiringnexu]

Just watched TOS's episode Journey to Babel and there was a moment that had me giggling.

Around 5 minutes in, when Jim is giving Sarek a tour and Spock is not-so-inconspicuously sulking in the foreground with Amanda, Sarek says 'My wife, attend.' which we can presume is a Vulcan thing, probably a nice and polite way of reminding others who your mate is without all of the pre-Surak stabby-ness.

And then not even ten seconds later, when Spock turns to leave, Jim turns to him and says 'Mr. Spock, a moment if you please?'

And I can't help but see the little parallel. Its like Kirk felt the need to also show the room who his boyfriend is but copying Sarek, who Kirk only learned two minutes ago was Spock's dad, would have been a bit too cheeky. First meeting with the in-laws and all that.

Plus Jim calls Spock over to explain the Enterprise's computers which Sarek does not need to know about. Almost as if Jim had to come up with a reason on the spot to explain away why he just called Spock over like Sarek did with Amanda.

Double plus, Sarek and Amanda are Vulcan kissing the entire agonising trip Spock takes to walk over to Jim. Like, not a light brush of the fingers, those babies are firmly pressed and not budging. And they don't stop until Sarek has insulted Spock and sent him away. Its more a makeout session than a kiss.

So, anyway, Jim calls Spock over both because he's maybe a little intimidated by Sarek and wants his best friend/boyfriend to support him and also because, no matter the species, men behave similarly when it comes to certain things like mates and Jim was not about to be shown up on his own ship.

[ionlydidthisforspirk]

I’m sorry but the animated series is CRIMINALLY underrated. It’s not the most deep show ever, but it’s entertaining, has Uhura taking over as captain, cunty bones, and SOOO much overlooked spirk content. If you haven’t already, STRONGLY recommend.

[spongynova]

low qual sorry

silly doodles in the background of a project, the brainworms were too strong to not share it

[darthbeans]

khan hated kirk so much because kirk was far more dramatic, cuntserving, and boobalicious than he could ever be

[curator-on-ao3]

I’m not sure if this will make sense to anyone but me, but I think among my issues with the way Strange New Worlds has approached romance is that every relationship has similar beats: T’Pring and Spock, Chapel and Spock, Pike and Alora, Pike and Batel, even Adya and Z'ymira all feature half of the partnership in a lesser position:

T’Pring secondary to Spock’s service to Starfleet and trust in the crew

Chapel as doomed to be functionally forgotten as part of Spock’s esteemed place in the future (per Boimler)

Alora as morally less than Pike (he saves kids in the future, she kills them in the present)

Pike self-declaring himself to not “deserve” Batel (to whom he lies and withholds information)

Z’ymira choosing the forest over Adya (not even sending a raven unnervingly reminiscent of Pike calling Batel just to say hello positioned as a Big Deal when it should be the Bare Minimum).

Anyway, my guess is the writers think conflict is interesting? But, if they want to write romance in a utopian future (and they don’t have to, they really don’t), it sure would be nice to see mature people make sensible, mature choices in a spirit of equality.

[pinazee]

I was watching paradise syndrome and kirk says:

“All i can tell you is that im happy and peaceful here. Im not sure, but i think ive never felt that way before.”

And thats just fucking sad ya’ll.

And later he says:

“I dont deserve to be this happy.”

Jesus, kirk.

[perseephoneee]

⭑ FIC RECS ⭑

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last updated: 04/15/2024

↳ as a writer, i'm always consuming things about my favs, and i thought it was time to share some of my favorites. every story here has likely been reread by moi a million times. also-- my psyche can be easily viewed by how many stories are under one individuals *cries*

SUPERNATURAL

every headcanon from @via-l0ve

her boys @octoberclidan. (tfw)

dances with team free will @octoberclidan

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ DEAN WINCHESTER

cruel summer (18+) @waynes-multiverse

ladies with experience (18+) @hintsofhoney

dean reads you wrong @zepskies

she's my siren (18+) @fatecantstopme

smoke eater (series) @zepskies

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ SAM WINCHESTER

a taste of summer @impala-dreamer

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ CASTIEL

dreaming (18+) @impala-dreamer

beautiful to me @impala-dreamer

angel alpha (18+) @crashdevlin

i'll watch over you @octoberclidan

if you will have me, i'm yours (18+) @gilverrwrites

neckties @supernaturalfreewill

love, by any other name @zepskies

peculiar @supernaturalfreewill

because of books @supernaturalfreewill

last night on earth (18+) @hollybell51

don't bet on it (18+) @hollybell51

his charge (18+) @impala-dreamer

sharing is caring (III) @zepskies

TEEN WOLF

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ ISAAC LAHEY

sick reader @smellslikemultifandomimagines

aftercare @smellslikemultifandomimagines

hidden with isaac @scoopsahoy

mutual losing (18+) @smellslikemultifandomimagines

facesitting (18+) @smellslikemultifandomimagines

cruel summer @hotdogwillex

come back to me @hotdogwillex

cold feet, warm bodies (18+) @scoopsahoy

i'm gonna kiss you now @sourwulf

drunken confessions @teenwolffan-with-nolife

dream @rogershoe

fratboy!isaac (18+) (all time fav) @mermaidenisaacs

teaches you to kiss (18+) @mermaidenisaacs

prove me wrong (18+) @twjournals

VAMPIRE DIARIES

dating the mikaelsons @wholoveseggs

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

hold (18+) @wholoveseggs

extra-extraordinary (18+) @wholoveseggs

blood bath (18+) @wholoveseggs

warmth (18+) @wholoveseggs

the result of naps @fitzs-trained-monkey

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KLAUS MIKAELSON

she knew better (18+) @klausysworld

distracted @theeoriginals

you bring me home @theeoriginals

sharp (18+) @theeoriginals

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KOL MIKAELSON

christmas khaos @wholoveseggs

goodnight kisses @kmikaelsonimagines

frustrations (18+) @madhatterbri

thigh socks (18+) @geminioriginalsimagines

proposal @kmikaelsonimagines

Christmas in dixie @fitzs-trained-monkey

bruised and battered @fitzs-trained-monkey

shots @so-long-soldier-writes

little favors @fitzs-trained-monkey

of ice skates and sugar cookies @fitzs-trained-monkey

ten minute blood stain removal @fitzs-trained-monkey

like a box of chocolates @fitzs-trained-monkey

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KAI PARKER

for my valentine (18+) @babeydollx

lace (18+) @geminioriginalsimagines

game on (18+) @socio-kai-path1972

kisses @socio-kai-path1972

why? @socio-kai-path1972

affinity romance (18+) @socio-kai-path1972

is it hot in here? (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

party crasher (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

sex tea (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

say it again (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

the red means (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

the price of hatred (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

spoiled (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

birthday girl (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

STAR TREK

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JIM KIRK/BONES

a well documented debacle @mybullshitsensesaretingling

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ PAVEL CHEKOV

sweatpants @youre-on-a-starship

MARVEL

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LOKI

reformed villain squad @give-me-a-moose

overtime (18+) @cleo-fox

loki's happy ending @gingerwritess

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ BUCKY BARNES

graveyard @wkemeup

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ STEVEN GRANT/MARC SPECTOR

red flags (18+) @astroboots

HUNGER GAMES

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ FINNICK O'DAIR

oral headcanon (18+) @lucilleslore

darling and the virgin (18+) @wife-of-all-dilfs

TED LASSO

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JAMIE TARTT

chilly cheeks @veryberryjelly

about you @buckychristwrites

saved you a seat @benedictscanvas

operation: tartt's heart @theowritesstuff

DOCTOR WHO

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ TENTH DOCTOR

family christmas @writerlyhabits

gestures and evasion @doctenwho

before you go @doctorslove

falling in love again @doctorslove

CRIMINAL MINDS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ SPENCER REID

virgin!spence (18+) @fortheloveofwonderland

i'd bottle the feelings you gave me @spencersfunkysocks

all the women he's loved before @fortheloveofwonderland

a helping hand (18+) @sinfulspencer

second date @samuel-de-champagne-problems

preciously pure (18+) @foxy-eva

STRANGER THINGS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ BILLY HARGROVE

two ships passing in the night @hairringtonsteve

[eco-lite]

I’m once again returning to do god’s work by bringing you delightful moments from Spock’s World by Diane Duane.

[Text ID: “Spock was bent over [the Science Station], making some adjustment. ‘Readout now,’ he said, straightening and looking over his shoulder at the large, shaggy-fringed rock that was sitting in the center seat. Some of those glittering fringes stroked the open circuitry of the communicator controls in the seat’s arm. ‘Point nine nine three,’ said a scratchy voice from the voder box mounted on the rock’s back. ‘A nice triple sine.’ ‘Nice?’ said Spock. Jim raised an eyebrow: you could have used Spock’s tone of voice to dry out a martini.” End ID]

There’s a Horta crewman on the Enterprise now and they’re great!

[Text ID: “Still working on her doctoral thesis, Jim thought. Uhura was busy working on improving universal translator theory, mostly by taking the old theory to pieces and putting it back together in shapes that were causing a terrible furor in academic circles on various planets. Jim vividly remembered one night quite a long time ago when he had asked Uhura exactly how she was going about this. She had told him, for almost an hour without stopping, and in delighted and exuberant detail, until his head was spinning with phoneme approximations and six-sigma evaluations and the syntactic fade and genderbend and recontextualization and linguistic structural design and the physics of the human dextrocerebral bridge. The session had left Jim shaking his head, thoroughly disabused of the idea (and ashamed of how long he had held it) that Uhura was simply a sort of highly trained switchboard operator.” End ID]

Uhura continues to be a total badass and is amazing at what she does.

[Text ID: Chatroom title in all caps: “COMMON ROOM OPINION, INFORMED AND NON- RANTING AND RAVING PERMITTED NAMES NOT NECESSARY” Regular text: “It was one of the places he came to find out what his crew was thinking. Messages did not have to be attributed to a name or terminal, but they could not be private. The office of the common room system operator rotated through the crew, offered to various members on the strength of their psych profiles in areas like calm reaction to stress and anger. The common room syops tended to be closemouthed and dependable, the kind of person that others refer to as ‘a rock.’ (Once it had actually been Naraht, to the amusement of just about everyone.) Here tempers could flare, awful jokes be told safely, suspicions be aired, rumors be shot down. The common room was sometimes a peaceful place, sometimes a powderkeg. Jim never ignored it.” End ID]

The Enterprise has a dumpster fire chat room that has just as much shitposting and vitriol as twitter.

[Text ID: “Jim bowed over her free hand. ‘It’s been too long,’ he said. ‘It’s good to be back,’ Amanda said. ‘And in the middle of a party as well.’ She looked a little wry. ‘A little entertainment will be pleasant before the deluge.’ Sarek’s eyes flicked to Kirk, a considering look. ‘My wife speaks figuratively,’ he said, ‘in the tradition of her people. Deluges are not common on Vulcan.’ ‘My husband speaks circumspectly,’ Amanda said, just as dryly, ‘in the tradition of his.’” End ID]

Amanda and Sarek are as charming as ever.

[Text ID: “Jim was mildly surprised to see that to his other rank tags and decorations, McCoy had added a small, understated IDIC. ‘If I didn’t know you better,’ he said, ‘I’d think you were going native. When did you get that?’ ‘Today in the gift shop, when you were looking at the snowball paperweights with Mount Seleya in them. Tackiest things I ever saw.’ ‘Yes,’ Spock said; ‘they were imported from Earth.’ ‘You be quiet. We can’t let these people leave the Federation, Jim. At least not until they teach us how to make tasteful souvenirs.’” End ID]

Just this.

[Text ID: “There was Sreil, the burly, brown-haired biologist from the Academy, and T’Madh, a little bright-eyed woman of great age and curiosity, a computer programmer; and her son Savesh, who when asked what he did, said, ‘I am a farmer,’ with a sort of secret satisfaction that hinted he thought his job better than any of the more technical ones that the people around him held. Jim had to smile; the thought of a Vulcan farmer was slightly funny, even though there naturally had to be some. But the image of a Vulcan in coveralls, chewing on a stalk of hay, kept coming up and having to be repressed.” End ID]

I love Savesh the Vulcan farmer!

[Text ID: “’Jim,’ he said, ‘the best translation of nehau would be an old word: “vibes.” The feeling-in-your-bones that something gives you. It’s highly subjective.’ ‘Right. Go on, Savesh.’ ‘Well, Captain, I have heard numerous Vulcans say that losing the Federation and the Earth people would be no particular loss, because they had bad nehau, and that could not fail to affect us sooner or later.. But I must tell you that I find your nehau not objectionable at all; pleasant, even.’ End ID]

Vulcan wanting to leave the Federation because the ~vibes~ are off.

[Text ID: “His grasp of dialect and idiom as amazing for anybody, off-planet or on. He once reduced the President of the United States—then a ceremonial post, but one much loved by the people who lived within the old borders—to tears of laughter at a state dinner, by delivering a learned dissertation on computer data storage technology in a flawless Texan accent. The lady was later heard to propose an amendment to the Constitution to allow off-worlders to hold high public office, so that she could have him for her running mate in the next election.” End ID]

I would give anything to hear Sarek do a perfect Texas accent.

[Text ID: “—but when Amanda became annoyed over what she perceived as his smugness about being right, her eyes would flash and she would become splendidly insulting, usually in bizarre Anglish idiom that Sarek found as refreshing as it was annoying. She caused him to laugh out loud for the first time in many years when she told him, after a disagreement over the translation of the word for war, that he should only grow headfirst in the ground like a turnip. Later that month, when he was right about something again and made the mistake of not immediately down-playing it, she issued him with a formal malediction, wishing that the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind orphan children might pursue him so far over the hills and the seas that God Almighty couldn’t find him with a radio telescope. Sarek laughed so hard at that that he entirely lost his breath, and Amanda panicked and started to give him cardiopulmonary resuscitation, which was useless, because his heart was somewhere other than the spot on which she was pounding. It took him nearly an hour to recover: he kept laughing. He had never been cursed like that before, not even by union leaders, and it was very refreshing.” End ID]

This dynamic is perfect, no notes.

[Text ID: “The next night they sat in the Rec Deck again, in the middle of a large impromptu party that was going on around them by way of celebration. The sense of relief in the ship was palpable. A group of about a hundred crewfolk, mostly human, had surrounded Spock earlier in the evening and sung ‘For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow,’ accompanied by twenty crewmen on kazoos. Sarek had been given champagne.” End ID]

I really hope the TOS Enterprise has crew performances like on Next Gen. This kazoo band needs to be heard! Also, I can perfectly picture Spock’s annoyed-but-tolerant expression as he resigns himself to the kazoo serenade.

Thank you @dianeduane for making me laugh!

[discoonthegrass]

Rewatching “Amok Time” through a K/S shipper lens (though there really isn’t any other way to watch this episode), and here are my live thoughts:

Jim acts super concerned at Spock’s irrational, angry behavior, at first confronting him by revealing how well he knows Spock (finding it odd that he’s never asked for leave before), then softening once he realizes how under duress Spock is & immediately switching course to Vulcan

Bones, the literal doctor, not being able to get Spock to admit to pon farr, yet Kirk managing to

Also Kirk’s poorly hidden desperation that he wants Spock safe

Spock: “How do Vulcans mate? Haven’t you wondered?” Kirk: *surprised Pikachu guilty face that reads like yup he has*

Kirk instantly deciding that he’s going to get Spock to Vulcan no matter what & disobeying a direct Starfleet order to do so

“I can’t let Spock die. I owe him my life 10 times over, isn’t that worth my career? He’s my friend!”

Being a Starfleet captain is repeatedly shown as the most important thing to Kirk, but apparently not as much as his boyfriend

Spock requesting that Kirk (and Bones!) beam down with him to Vulcan as it is his right to bring his closest friends with him to the ceremony & Kirk being quite touched by the offer

Kirk’s “bruh wut” face at the reveal that Spock has a wife

Spock openly confessing to T’Pau that he trusts Kirk (and Bones!) with his life

Spock somehow overcoming the blood fever briefly to desperately beg T’Pau to stop Kirk from fighting him because Kirk is his friend; he would do anything he must except for fight him

He’s so desperate to not harm Kirk that he’s willing to betray his very nature, break the law, and even die

Kirk, meanwhile, deciding to fight him because Bones said that the other Vulcan would beat Spock, and Kirk can’t let that happen

Somehow Spock’s plak tow which requires him to mate being broken by rolling around in the sand with Kirk

He even says that as soon as he felt he had killed his captain, nothing else mattered anymore and his attraction to T’Pring dissolved 

[Live long and prosper.] “I shall do neither. I have killed my captain, and my friend.” (Essentially Spock’s life has no purpose without Jim)

Spock full-on grinning and grabbing Jim in pure joy after seeing him alive - the first time his emotional shields have shattered this strongly

In conclusion, they’re in love.

[spirk-trek]

First Time #52 | Chris Soto, 2001

[t0ast-ghost]

SEASON 2 TIME! Episode 1 and it’s… AMOK TIME!?! Oh boy:

- “Oh, Captain.” Yeah McCoy?

- McCoy is worried about Spock just like Chapel is worried about Spock

- The fucking nameplates, whatever they’re called that are stuck to the walls are hilarious

- He was having his period

- THEY ADDED DEFOREST KELLY TO THE OPENING CREDITS

- Does Spock have a knife behind his back??! Oh wait does Spock have an arcade machine in his room?

- OH MY GOD CHEKOV

- How can I even explain? It’s like he’s t posing or smt (mom I threw up kinda stance)

- The little fight between McCoy and Spock in the med bay, McCoy wants to know what’s wrong and Spock is not doing well

- CONVERSATION BETWEEN SULU AND CHEKOV HOLY COW

- “He’ll die. He’ll die, Jim.” Knowing that Spock needs to fuck during this episode makes it so much better, this really is how they decided to start the new season

- “The birds and the bees are not Vulcans, captain.”

- Spock pours his heart out to Kirk “I haven’t heard a word you’ve said.” WHAT KIRK? What?

- Chapel listening to Kirk and McCoy like “shut the fuck up and just kiss already.” She’s happy that Kirk decided to go to Vulcan tho

- SHE ENTERED SPOCKS ROOM WITHOUT HIM KNOWING???

- Their conversation is… strange

- “You’ve been most patient with my kinds of madness.”

- He can be accompanied by his closest friends. And he chooses Kirk and McCoy. My heart.

- “She is T’Pring, my wife.” Goddamn he’s been cheating on his wife with two men in space

- Imagine all the Vulcan’s could just hear Kirk and McCoy’s commentary

- What the fuck is happening.. they explained that she chose to make him fight… but what the fuck is happening

- “You think Spock can take him?” “I doubt it. Not in his present condition.” Brutal McCoy. Brutal.

- Those bells are annoying as shit

- When Spock talks to T’Pau he looks so small, could be the high angle and way he’s curled in on himself

- This montage is crazy.. and annoying. I really hate those bells

- “Jim don’t go and fight Spock.” “I’m gonna go and fight Spock.. out of friendship.”

- Babygirl your murderous rage filled look has captivated me

- BOOB WINDOW MOMENT! It’s just as beautiful as I thought it would be

- McCoy’s “SPOCK NO!” Is like. He doesn’t want his idiot boyfriends dead

- I cannot express emotion

- “He’s dead.” HES DEAD BUT ITS JIM MOMENT

- T’Pring is such a girlboss but holy crap that’s fucking ruthless

- OMG HES HAPPY OH MY GOD HEA SMILUNF OH MY I could watch this clip all day

- McCoy is so smart and we thank him everyday

- “When I found I killed my boyfriend, I lost any interest in my wife”

- To end it off we must have a bit of flirting. “In a pig’s eye.” Which according to google means ‘Expressing scornful disbelief at a statement’

Episode written by Theodore Sturgeon

Of fucking course it was him. See ya on the flip flop.

Masterpost

[autism-rizz-tournament]

Autism Rizz Tournament

Rizz: Originally short for "Charisma", Rizz (for this tournament, at least) refers to the appeal, charm or general "ability to pull" a character has, either romantically and/or sexually. (The character doesn't necessarily need to be attracted to anyone to have rizz. If they can make others fall for them, it counts)

How to vote

Propaganda

Abed Nadir (Community)

Hes canonically autistic. Films and tv are his special interest and he makes shitty movies. Obsessed w inspector spacetime and cougartown. Is hella committed to the bit, like to the point of pretending the things u tell whatever character hes playing hasnt been said to Abed

His autistic charm has worked on so many women in the background of the show and also Troy.

that episode where his friends are like 'oh poor abed :( we should help him find a girlfriend :('. meanwhile, abed gets laid more than anyone else at that school.

Spock (Star Trek)

He is so autistic and Jim Kirk is in love with him for it (among a million other reasons Jim is in love with him)

Despite being extremely repressed, women love him, they keep wanting to get with him and he has to find creative ways to say "I'm actually gay and in love with my Captain" (just look at his mini monolog at the end of "This Side of Paradise"). He literally has to fuck every 7 years or he will DIE. In the show when that happened his wife divorced him and then he rolled around in the sand with his captain and it was very homoerotic. The subtext is text.

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Twenty

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twenty: Arrival in Yorktown

Summary: The Enterprise docks in Yorktown, they see old family and friends, and some receive unexpected news.

            Kirk walked out of the Transport room carrying the Fibonans had offered to the Teenaxi. His shirt was ripped, and he was far less formally attired than when he had left to try to broker a treaty. He sighed tiredly.

            “Captain, did you manage to broker a treaty with the Teenaxi?” asked Spock, walking up to Kirk while Bones scanned him for injuries. (Y/N) was, unsurprisingly, right alongside him.

            “Uh…Let’s just say I came up short,” said Kirk.

            “We did say (L/N) should have gone,” said Bones, rolling his eyes unsympathetically.

            Kirk looked sheepishly at (Y/N), who waved a hand and chuckled.

            “Don’t worry, Captain. If that’s what would have happened to me—” (Y/N) gestured to his appearance “—I’m fine with you going.”

            “I suppose I deserved that one,” said Kirk. He handed the strange Fibonan artifact to Spock. “Will you log that and put it in the vault, Spock? Thank you.”

            “Jim, you look like crap,” said Bones jovially.

            “Thank you, Bones,” said Kirk, trying to escape the doctor while (Y/N) and Spock turned off to log the artifact.

            “A pity we didn’t get a treaty,” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, we should have sent you down as the negotiations officer.” Spock paused. “However, I would prefer to keep you from being harmed as the Captain was.”

            “You’re worried about me? How sweet,” teased (Y/N), touching their fingers to his. Spock gazed back at them fondly.

            Three years into their five-year mission and over four years into their relationship, (Y/N) and Spock were going as strong as ever. Spock had even gotten them a Vokaya necklace recently as a gift. He acknowledged that he was not very open about his feelings much of the time, so he gave them the necklace to remind them that he did care. ((Y/N) was not worried. Spock was actually quite affectionate with them in terms of Vulcan standards, and (Y/N) knew he loved them).

            Though some relationships aboard the Enterprise came and went with the months, theirs never faltered. They loved each other completely, and, more importantly, they understood and respected one another.

            Nothing could break that.

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            “Wow. That is impressive,” said Chekov, looking at Yorktown from the viewscreen.

            They were stopping for provisions, and the Enterprise had the honor of visiting the space colony built in its own bubble of air. It floated like a metallic planet full of life and various cultures and people.

            “Aye, she’s a beauty, isn’t she?” said Scotty, which was high praise considering his only love was the Enterprise.

            “What a damn monstrosity!” said Bones. “Couldn’t we just rent some place on a planet?”

            “Showing geographical favoritism among inducted Federation worlds could cause diplomatic tension,” said Spock.

            “Oh, you don’t think that looks tense?” shot back Bones. “Looks like a damn snow globe in space just waiting to break!”

            “My cousin and her wife live in Yorktown. They love it,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “They’ve never felt unsafe.”

            “That’s a much better attitude, (L/N),” said Kirk, smiling. “Bones, try some optimism.”

            “Realism is where it is,” said Bones, nodding.

            “Bones, I believe you’re a pessimist,” chuckled (Y/N).

            “Only because you all have your heads in the clouds,” grumbled Bones.

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            The Enterprise docked, and as they slowly floated towards the end of their docking tunnel, they watched the different gravity wells holding up streets in every direction. People of all planets and species walked around, going about their days happily. As soon as the doors opened, the officers of the Enterprise poured out to meet friends and family and new experiences.

            “So, Spock, what should we check out first?” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “I have to make a report and ensure we’re getting supplies, but I have heard that the botanical gardens and research on oxygen supply is quite advanced. They would be interesting,” said Spock.

            “Yes, I’ve heard a lot about them! And, apparently, they’re beautiful,” said (Y/N). “Once you’ve gotten your work done, we should go and see it.”

            Spock gazed at them fondly. Yes, he found the botanical gardens intellectually stimulating, but he found their worth grew as (Y/N) spoke about it so happily. They saw the world so beautiful, and Spock adored it.

            “(Y/N)!” shouted an excited voice, and a moment before (Y/N) could fully turn and register who it was, they were tackled by a woman in a purple dress stitched with golden stars. “You finally arrived!”

            “Merope?” said (Y/N), laughing in surprise as they tried to hold up their cousin. “I didn’t expect you to meet me here.”

            “She couldn’t just wait at home. You’re lucky she didn’t make a sign,” said an amused voice, and (Y/N) smiled as they spotted their cousin-in-law Alekto. She wore a pink blouse and white trousers, more casual than her usual diplomatic clothing, but it was still put-together.

            “I am,” said (Y/N), breaking from Merope’s hug to embrace Alekto. “How are you, Alekto?”

            “I’m good,” said Alekto, hugging (Y/N) back. “How are you?”

            “I’m doing well,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Is this the boyfriend?” said Merope, grinning and wiggling her eyebrows at (Y/N) while nodding at Spock.

            (Y/N)’s cheeks heated, and they nodded. “Yes. This is Spock.” They smiled adoringly at him. “Spock, this is my cousin, Merope, and her wife, Alekto.”

            “Nice to meet you,” said Alekto, smiling.

            “I’ve heard your names before,” said Spock, nodding in greeting. “Your work as a Celian diplomat is well-documented.”

            “I do my best,” said Alekto, nodding.

            “And I’ve heard quite a bit about you when (Y/N) tells me about their childhood,” said Spock to Merope.

            “Oh, no,” said Merope, playfully horrified. “Nothing too terrible, I hope.”

            “I told him all the embarrassing stories from our childhood,” said (Y/N), grinning.

            “You’re horrible,” said Alekto, rolling her eyes fondly.

            “There are some great stories, though,” laughed Merope.

            “I’m sure after three years in space you two have some good stories,” said Alekto to (Y/N) and Spock. “If you aren’t too busy, we could grab lunch and catch up.”

            “I have to make a report first,” said Spock, nodding.

            “But I can grab lunch with you,” said (Y/N). They looked at Spock. “And then we can go and see the botanical gardens?”

            “Of course,” said Spock.

            “If you both aren’t coming to lunch, then you absolutely have to come to dinner before you leave again,” said Merope. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

            “We would love to,” said (Y/N).

            “I am interested in meeting more of (Y/N)’s family,” said Spock, nodding. He touched his fingers to theirs. “I must go.”

            “Bye, Spock,” said (Y/N), smiling at him.

            “Goodbye, T’hy’la,” he said.

            He walked away, and (Y/N) smiled after him. Merope nudged them.

            “Wow, you’ve never looked like that before,” teased Merope.

            “Shut up,” said (Y/N), looking away in embarrassment.

            “There’s no shame in being in love,” said Alekto.

            “But you do have to tell us all about it,” said Merope, grabbing (Y/N)’s arm to pull them to lunch.

            As they left, Spock was pulled aside by two Vulcans. Just as (Y/N) was being accosted, so was he. However, he would not get such a pleasant encounter as they did.

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            Spock remained silent as the Vulcans handed him the holopad. He stared at the epitaph given to Ambassador Spock after his death. Spock Prime was gone. Spock’s future self had passed away.

            Sensing the Vulcans wished for an acknowledgement, Spock looked up at them calmly (though inside, he felt far more disturbed by the information). “Thank you for bringing this to my attention,” he said.

            The Vulcans nodded.

            “We have also come to discuss another matter with you,” said one Vulcan.

            To any other culture, the switch between discussing death to something else would jarring and disrespectful, but these were Vulcan ways. If it was logical and necessary to discuss another issue, then that was what had to be done.

            “Yes?” said Spock, holding the holopad at his side. His hand only barely gripped it tighter than was natural, the slightest betrayal of his emotions at the news.

            “Ambassador Spock was married to a Celian,” said the other Vulcan.

            “And it has come to our attention that you, too, are involved with a Celian,” said the first Vulcan.

            “I am,” acknowledged Spock.

            “The future of Vulcan remains at risk as our numbers are not recovering at the proper rate,” said the second Vulcan. “It is imperative to our survival that we repopulate.”

            Spock knew where this was going.

            “Logically, to do so, more Vulcans must have children with other Vulcans,” continued the second Vulcan.

            “Of course, quite logical,” said Spock, nodding. He understood that Vulcans needed to grow their society. There had once been millions, now there were only a bit more than ten thousand. They were still very much endangered.

            “All the most intelligent and capable Vulcans are aware of their duty to Vulcan,” said the first Vulcan. He gazed evenly at Spock. “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.”

            Spock looked back at the Vulcans evenly. “My choice in partner is logical.”

            “They are a skilled officer, yes,” said the second Vulcan. “But they are not Vulcan.”

            “They are not,” said Spock, holding onto the holopad tighter.

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            (Y/N) smiled as they spotted Spock walking into the botanical gardens.

            “Hello, Spock,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “(Y/N),” said Spock, stopping in front of them. “Was your lunch enjoyable?”

            “I loved catching up with my family,” said (Y/N), nodding. They looked at Spock and frowned as they saw something in his expression. “Are you alright?”

            Spock raised a brow. “I am in perfect physical health.”

            (Y/N) sighed. The fact that Spock answered a separate question meant he was avoiding theirs. People thought Spock just took things literally, which he did often, but he also answered to intentionally avoid answering uncomfortable questions.

            “What’s the matter, Spock? Did something happen?” asked (Y/N).

            “I simply received a report from a Vulcan counselor,” said Spock.

            “Spock, you know I can tell something is wrong.” They held up their hand as Spock opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t worry, it’s not your emotions that are showing. I can just tell. Call it significant-other-intuition.”

            Spock was fond of how much (Y/N) understood him, but now he was considering how much easier it would be to continue with a pleasant day if they didn’t see through him.

            “Ambassador Spock has passed,” said Spock, getting straight to the point.

            “Oh,” said (Y/N), their brow creasing in sadness as they processed the news.

            Of course it would disturb Spock. Spock Prime was an alternate timeline’s future version of himself. And (Y/N) couldn’t imagine what (Y/N) Prime was going through. (Y/N) had nearly lost Spock once, and to think of (Y/N) Prime losing their Spock broke (Y/N)’s own heart.

            But more important, Spock’s loss of someone who understood him was undoubtedly an ache in his heart. (Y/N) moved closer and touched his hand.

            “I’m so sorry, Spock,” they said quietly.

            “He lived many years. He was capable and did good work for many people,” said Spock. “There is nothing…There is nothing to mourn.”

            “Yes, he was a great man,” agreed (Y/N). “But that doesn’t mean you can’t acknowledge that you’d want him to be alive.”

            “I have experienced much loss,” said Spock. He looked at them. “Yet I cannot understand why this is so much different.”

            “Because Ambassador Spock understood you,” said (Y/N). “And when someone understands you, you want them to stay with you.” They smiled gently. “It’s natural.”

            Spock looked at their fingers against his and nodded. They understood feelings far better than he could, and he sensed they were right. In fact, hearing them acknowledge his feelings without any trepidation or judgement helped him. It let him process in his own time and way.

            And yet, one part of their speech stuck out to him. “You want them to stay with you.” Yes, Spock wanted people who understood him to remain with him. He had been isolated and shunned by full-Vulcans as a child, and now he was acknowledged because he “overcame” his difficulties. However, he also had friends. A partner. He had connections that cared for him and he cared for. People like Kirk understood him. (Y/N) understood him.

            And Spock had already learned that to lose them meant the loss of his heart. He couldn’t let that happen again. So, even if the other Vulcans wanted him to be with a Vulcan and help their numbers grow, Spock couldn’t—wouldn’t—leave (Y/N). They were the person he loved. He never wanted to be apart from them.

            In fact, Spock wanted to marry (Y/N).

            “T’hy’la,” said Spock softly. “They also came to speak to me about New Vulcan.”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. This also didn’t seem to be a good topic. “Is New Vulcan alright?”

            “Yes. The planet is suitable, and there are no indigenous people, so we are not intruding on any land or abusing resources,” said Spock. “However, the Vulcan High Council is considering our repopulation. We are not recovering as we should.”

            “I’m sorry that it’s taking longer than you hoped,” said (Y/N) gently, supportively.

            Spock nodded. “Logically, however, many Vulcans will realize this and likely attempt to either ensure that any childbirths go smoothly and are healthy or consider more children than there were in the past.”

            “Vulcans are quite logical,” said (Y/N), smiling. “And I know that they won’t treat their children poorly.”

            Although there were bad parents on every planet, Vulcans were fair parents for the most part. There were averages everywhere. Spock’s home situation had been unique due to being half-human.

            “No,” said Spock. He looked at (Y/N) intently. “However, they are also speaking to me about my relationship. My relationship with you.”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow, and a fearful feeling twisted in their stomach. “Oh?” They tried to seem neutral, but the idea of Vulcans discussing their relationship made them uneasy. Additionally, because they were discussing Vulcans being in relationships and having children, (Y/N) had a feeling it wasn’t a positive discussion.

            Did Spock need to be with a Vulcan? Did he need help Vulcans repopulation? Did Spock need to break up with them?

            (Y/N)’s heart nearly broke at just the idea. They loved Spock more than anyone in the galaxy. He was the man they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. (Y/N) would marry him in an instant if he asked.

            But if Spock wanted to leave them, (Y/N) couldn’t stop him. They wouldn’t stop him. They’d respect his decision, even if it broke them.

            “T’hy’la, I have something I wish to say,” said Spock, gazing at (Y/N).

            (Y/N)’s heartbeat picked up in panic. This was it. (Y/N) was going to lose Spock. They were going to lose the man they loved.

            “(Y/N)—”

            Spock’s communicator trilled, and (Y/N) nearly had a heart attack as Spock’s words were broken off and they were left hanging.

            “Kirk to Spock,” said Kirk.

            “Spock here,” said Spock, though he had never felt such frustration answering his communicator.

            “We have a mission. We’re heading out as soon as possible. Get down to the Enterprise and I’ll explain,” said Kirk. “And I’d call (L/N) myself, but I’m guessing they’re with you.” He spoke with amusement even through the communicator.

            “I am,” said (Y/N), clearing their throat and forcing them into professional mode.

            “Good, then get going,” said Kirk.

            “Yes, Captain,” said Spock.

            “Aye, Captain,” said (Y/N).

            Gazing at (Y/N), Spock touched their hand. “Once we have a moment, I wish to continue this discussion.”

            (Y/N) swallowed hard. “Alright, Spock.”

            Oh, how (Y/N) wished they didn’t feel so deeply. Maybe then heartache wouldn’t feel like death.

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We balance each other out - Leonard Bones McCoy x reader

tagging @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse​ because she’s still the best star trek writer out there; you don’t have to read this, I just like to take every chance I get to compliment you.

Warning: childbirth is messy - some curse words

This is a repost from my AO3 account. 

„Well, let’s get going, Bones,“ Jim claps him on the back and darts past you towards the car, „Don’t want to get stuck in traffic on our way back.“

„Don’t say that!“ Bones snaps and helps you down the few steps, „I’m already anxious enough with you driving us back as it is.“

„Don’t snap at him,“ you tell your husband off, „He’s trying to be nice…“

He grumbles, but stays quiet and helps you into the car.

„Are you comfortable?“ He asks and drapes a blanket on your lap before checking that you have a bottle of water with you.

You show him the bottle with a smile. „Relax, Len. It’s just a baby, not a deathly disease. It’s going to be alright. I can already breathe a lot better than I did yesterday.“

He still looks concerned.

„That could be the stage of lightening. Let me check if the baby has moved.“

You stop him before he can pull out his own, very special first-aid-kit.

„It’s fine, Len. The baby is due in about a week. Not today, not tomorrow. Jim will drive safe, we will stop every hour so I can pee and in about five hours we will be back in the City.“

„I should have never let you persuade me to come and stay at this farm house in the first place,“ he complains and gets into the passenger seat.

Jim doesn’t even wait for him to put his seat belt on, just pushes down the gas pedal and speeds out of the driveway, spraying gravel into the forest.

„Dammit, Jim, are you trying to kill us?“

„Just making up for the time we lost because of your loitering.“

"She’s pregnant, you-”

“Relax!”, you interrupt your husband and put your hands on his shoulders, “Everything will be fine. Jim will behave from now on and before you try to pick another fight, do I have to remind you that it was you who wanted to get out of the city for our shore leave? How did you bribe us again?”

“Fresh air, good food, and beautiful nature,” Jim piped up and grinned back at you.

You rolled your eyes at him.

A five long hour drive is a very long time, especially if you have to sit in a car with Jim Kirk, the Captain that can never sit still and Doctor Leonard McCoy, the doctor who loves to complain.

The fact you were in the last stage of your pregnancy made things considerably harder to endure.

You had promised that you would only need toilet stops ever hour - just like on the drive to the little farm house two weeks ago - but your bladder and your baby didn’t want to hold onto that promise. After hour two passed you had to ask for the fifth stop and Jim wasn’t the only annoyed one in the car.

“Do you really have to pee that often?” He asks and leaves the highway.

“What else do you think I do in there?” You snap and wiggle around in your seat. The pressure in your bladder is almost unbearable now.

“I don’t know! Can’t you just take a bottle-”

“JIM!” Bones shouts, “I’m not letting my wife pee in a damn bottle!”

Jim growls in annoyance and halts in front of a small roadhouse.

“Take your time, M'lady,” he jokes almost bitterly and you flip him off before wobbling out of the car.

Being pregnant is hard. Beautiful, sometimes at least, but also hard.

The sickness in the first trimester, then the heart burns and the fact that none of the clothes ever fit - thank god for replicators - the kicking and the pressure on the bladder, diarrhea and the-

“Fuck!” You mumble and look down at your panties. There’s a bloody-brown tinted spot on the white fabric and everything makes sense.

The sensation of being able to breathe easier had been indeed a sign. The Baby had moved while you slept, its head dropped down into your pelvis in preparation for delivery. Which explained why you had to pee so often, it was pressing on your bladder even more than usual.

And now the bloody show - the little one was on her way.

“Come one,” you let your hands move over your belly in a soothing manner, “Don’t be impatient. If you wait a few more hours daddy will be more than happy to get you out of me, okay?”

“Have you decided on a name yet?” Jim asks when you get back in the car, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes.” “No,” You disagree with your husband and Jim smirks.

“Who’s honest now?”

“I am,” you say, leaning back in the seat, “I’m saying Penelope or Georgie, something that sounds like a southern Belle. And Len here wants weird names like Lora or Harper.”

“I like Penelope,” Jim smiles at you in the rearview mirror, “You can shorten it to Poppy.”

“A name is not supposed to be shortened,” Bones growls and you pat his shoulder.

“Whatever you say, Len, whatever you say.”

Hour three is coming to a close. You’ve stopped another three times because of your bladder, but Jim has kept quiet every time, while your husband throws you one worried glance after the other.

You could tell him what you’ve found out, but you’re a nurse and a woman who knows her body and you’ve decided that you can deal with this a bit longer if it means he’s going to stay calm during the drive.

And then the traffic slows down.

The highway is packed with cars who all drive into one direction.

First with a slow, but persistent speed, but then it drops to a nerve-wracking stop and go.

And then nothing.

“This can’t be happening,” Len mumbles, dread in his voice. He’s clutching the dashboard, his knuckles turning white, “This can’t be happening.”

You want to tell him to relax, that you will get out of this soon, but a cramp works its way through your body and you have to press your mouth shut to keep yourself from making a surprised noise.

It feels a tiny little bit like a strong hiccup but accompanied with all the other symptoms you’ve had throughout this day you know it’s a contraction.

Nothing to worry about, you tell yourself, as long as they are irregular and as long as my water hasn’t broken yet, I will be fine. Just a few more hours until we’re in the city.

“Are you okay?”

Jim’s voice snaps you out of the chaos in your head. You smile at him and move forward carefully, pushing your hands through Lens’ hair, calming him down.

“It’s just a traffic jam. Nothing big. It will clear soon.”

“I hope so,” he grumbles, “Do you want to get out and walk a bit? Your legs must be stiff.”

“No, I’m fine,” you decline quickly. The physical movement might stimulate the muscles and prepare for contractions and right now that’s the last thing you want.

“Really?”

“Yes. I’m just going to relax in my seat a bit. But if you want to, take a break, walk around the car for a bit. I’m gonna watch your back.”

You manage to wink at him and he smiles.

“You’re watching my back?” He jokes.

“Gross,” Jim complains, “You’re about to be parents. No sexy talk when the kids can hear you.”

“Oh, shut up,” you mumble and close your eyes for a moment.

You can hear the car door opening, Len groaning, the cracking of his joints when he stretches.

“Damn, you’re old,” Jim jokes from across the car.

“Shut up,” Len snaps and you smile.

Until another contraction hits.

You keep your eyes on the two men in front of the car while you breathe in and out, timing the contractions.

They are arguing, as far as you can tell with the doors closed and the windows up. You don’t hear a thing and you’re thankful for that.

“I’m sorry, Darling,” Len mumbles when he gets back into the car, “I’m afraid we will be here a bit longer.”

You can see that he tries to be calm for your sake.

“Looks like you will need to pee in a bottle after all,” Jim says and slips back into his seat.

“Dammit Jim,” Len grunts, “Where are your manners?”

“Back at the farm,” Jim quips, “I’m just being honest here, okay.”

You want to say something back at that, want to interrupt the fight that is going to start between them any moment now, but there is yet another contraction and a growing wetness between your legs.

“Fuck!” You say instead. “You don’t need to worry about peeing anymore, Jim.”

“What?!” He turns around to stare at you, “Don’t tell me you peed in the car.”

“I didn’t pee. The membranes of the amniotic sac ruptured.”

“WHAT?!” Len yells, while Jim just stares at you in confusion.

“Can you say that in English?”

“Her water broke, you absolute fool!”

“What?” Jim asks again and you groan out in anger.

“The baby,” you tell him, “It’s coming.”

“Now?!” Jim pales visibly, “It can’t come now! We’re stuck in a traffic jam in the middle of nowhere!”

“We know that!” You and Len yell at him in unison.

Another contraction hits you and you groan in pain.

Len’s in Doctor-mode immediately, jumping out of the car and pulling your door open.

“How bad are the contractions? How often do they come?”

“Every five to seven minutes. I’d give it a 3 to 4 on the pain scale.”

“That’s not that bad, is it?” Jim asks weakly and you glare at him.

“I can inflict the same pain on you if you want to know how bad it is,” you threaten him and he holds his hands up in defeat.

“I’m going to… uh… call the others. See if they know anything.”

“Right!” Len gnarls at him, “Make yourself useful for once!”

Half an hour later Jim returns.

You’re a mess, a sweating, groaning mess on the backseat, crying out in pain whenever a contraction hits, clutching on the anything that can give you at least a little support.

“I’ve got bad news,” he greets, “Cause of the traffic jam is an accident. They reckon that up to twenty people are injured and there’s been some serious damage. They’re redirecting traffic, but there only some smaller routes open and they estimate that we will have to wait at least two hours before we can get off the highway at least.”

“Two hours?” Len snaps, “Two frickin’ hours? This is a car! On a highway! And my wife is going into labor! I can’t deliver a baby in the middle of a frickin’ highway! Do you know how dirty this is? The risk of infection? Do you?! We need to get her to a hospital immediately!”

“I tried!” Jim yells out, “But they’re still treating the injured up north! There’s no one available for at least an hour! You’re a doctor!”

“I’m a-” Len sighs in exasperation and returns to your side, cooling your head with a wet wipe.

“Everything will be okay,” you tell him with a weak smile, “’s not gonna be the first baby that’s born in a car and it’s probably not going to be the last.”

“You’re not supposed to calm me down,” Len mutters bitterly and you start to laugh but it catches in your throat when another contraction hits.

“Jim!” You yell out when it passes, “Where’s Scotty?”

He looks at you like you’ve gone mad. Maybe you have.

“What?”

“Where’s Scotty? He and Chekov stayed in a house near ours, right? They might be close. Get him on the phone with Len.”

“Darling, he’s an engineer, not a doctor,” Len reminds you and you snort.

“I know that, but firstly I’d like him around, secondly he might have tools with him that we can use and thirdly could he stay with us while Chekov and Jim walk to the next roadhouse to get us some water and towels.”

“How can you stay calm in this?” Len asks in exasperation, “I’m the doctor, I’m supposed to be the calm one.”

“Well, I’m your wife, I’m supposed to be balancing you out.”

“You stay here,” Len tells Jim when he gets out of the car, “You time the contractions, you hold her hand and you keep an eye on her cervix. Don’t let her push until it’s properly dilated.”

“What?” Jim asks with a high voice.

“Don’t listen to him,’” You tell him, “I’m not letting you look at my cervix anyway.”

“What the hell is a cervix?” Jim grumbles and slips into the car, crouching into the small space between the backseat and the front seat.

“Do you really want to- agh”, you stop, gnarl and push down on his hand until you can hear him curse and feel the pain subside, “Know?”

You don’t know how long it takes Scotty to pack his things and get to you. You’ve lost track of time as the contractions have been getting more painful and Len’s looks have been getting more worried.

But then he’s here and you’re so glad to see his friendly face that it doesn’t matter how much you’re hurting and how gross childbirth is.

“Aye, lass, I heard ya need me?”

Scotty slips into the front seat and holds out a little juice box for you, puts the straw carefully between your lips.

You take one delicious sip of the juice.

“Is that grape juice?” You ask, taking another eager sip.

A smiling face framed by curly hair pushes past the passenger seat.

“It is your favorite, right?” Pavel asks and holds up a plastic bag filled with water bottles, paper towels, and more juice boxes.

“You’re a literal angel,” you mumble, “Both of you.”

“Well thank you,” Jim mumbles from the floor, “It’s not like I’ve been sitting here for the past hour, letting you crush my hand.”

“Get out of there,” Len orders before you can say something, “Sanitize your hands and help me. Darling, it’s time for you to push.”

“I don’t think I have it in me,” you murmur weakly.

“Yes you do,” Len’s voice is thick with worry and laced with determination, “Listen to me, darling, we’ve got so far already, you’re not giving up now. You’re supposed to balance me out, right?”

“Oh fuck you,” you tell him, “The next time you bear the child and then we talk about this again.”

Scotty chuckles next to you and a warm hand slip into yours, the pressure comforting.

“We can do zat together,” Pavel tells you.

“So far every child has come out,” Scotty assures you, “All you have to do is help it a little. Have you decided on the name yet?”

“No,” says Len while you say “Yes.”

“It’s going to be a Poppy,” Jim intervenes and steps next to his friend.

“What do I have to do?”

Delivering a child in the middle of a traffic jam is something that attracts people.

Not that you have the time to worry about that. Or the energy.

But you notice Pavel slipping out of the car more than once and when he comes back he mumbles about nosy people under his breath.

And then there’s Jim’s voice, loud and clear and horrified, cutting through the pain and the dullness of your mind.

“Fuck! What is that?!”

“That’s the head, you moron!” Len snaps, squeezing your knee in reassurance, “You’re doing fine, darling.”

You try to look at him, but Jim catches your attention instead, his face ghostly pale, his eyes rolling backward in a way that makes you sick. And then he faints, just like a lady in the good old times.

“Seriously?” Len says and looks down at his friend, before focusing again, “Chekov, out of the car, check if the idiot hurt himself and then help me. We need to deliver a baby before we can help the baby that is the Captain.”

You’ve lost track of time.

You’ve lost track of up and down, can’t tell if there’s someone touching you or if you’re imagining it instead.

And then there’s a loud cry, Scotty mumbles something into your ear and a warm and heavy and wriggling body is put into the embrace of your arms.

“Congratulations,” Len says with a thick voice, “You’ve done it, Darling. And she does look like a Penelope.”

You look down at the little girl that’s wailing in your arms. She’s a wrinkly red-faced mess with a surprisingly loud voice.

“Impatient and stubborn like her dad,” you mumble and touch the curled up lip with your finger tips, “Couldn’t have waited another day.”

“Well at least she’s got your looks,” Jim jokes weakly from his place on the floor next to the car and sends you a soft smile.

“We will see about that,” you say and look around at all the smiling faces of your friends. A tear escapes Len’s eye and you reach out your hand to gently wipe it away.

“Now, now,” You say, “Don’t get all emotional on me here. We have to balance each other out, right?”

He clears his throat with a smile. “Right.”