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Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter One

Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter One: Sublime Sight

Summary: Ambassador Kollos arrives on the Enterprise and brings an unusual woman with him.

Mouse Note: Welcome to Logos and Pathos Book 3! I'm happy to have everyone from the past two books back, and welcome to anyone new to the series! I'm really excited to share with you all since we actually have Spock and MC together and dating! So, comment your thoughts down below (it makes my day and I love responding), and have a great time!

Captain’s Log: We have been assigned to convey the Medusans’ Ambassador to the Federation back to their home planet. While the thoughts of the Medusans are the most sublime in the galaxy, their physical appearance is the exact opposite. They have evolved into a race of beings who are formless, so utterly hideous that the sight of a Medusan brings total madness to any humanoid who sees one.

(Y/N) stood beside Spock, Scotty, and Kirk as they activated the transporter. They stood straight, eager to work with the Ambassador of Medusa since they were known for their minds, so hopefully, communication would be easy and the trip would go well.

Sensing their thoughts, Spock reached out and brushed his fingers along the back of their hand affectionately. (Y/N) glanced up at the light Vulcan kiss and smiled at him.

A man appeared in the transporter beam and stepped out. Kirk smiled and held out his hand.

“Mr. Larry Marvick,” he greeted. “I’m James Kirk, the Captain.”

“Captain, what are you doing here?” asked Marvick. “You’ll have to leave before the Medusan Ambassador arrives.”

“We were simply ensuring everything was ready for the Ambassador,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Kirk nodded and gestured to his team. “This is (L/N), my Negotiations and Communications officer. Then that’s Spock, my First Officer.”

“Oh, the Celian and the Vulcan,” acknowledged Marvick. “I know your psychic blocks should be fine, especially with the visor, but Captain Kirk and the transport officer….”

Scotty smiled. “Montgomery Scott, Chief Engineer. Call me Scotty.”

Marvick nodded before looking back at (Y/N) and Spock. “Do you have the visors? You must be sure to wear them. Humanoids who get even a glimpse of the Medusans have gone insane.”

“Thank you, Mr. Marvick. I shall be wearing the visor,” said Spock.

“As will I,” said (Y/N).

Kirk smiled. “Well, we shouldn’t keep the Ambassador waiting. If you’ll go with Mr. Scott, Mr. Marvick, I’m sure the two of you will have a great deal in common.”

“Aye, indeed,” said Scotty, escorting Marvick out.

“Lieutenant Uhura, open a communication channel to the Transporter Control Center on the planet,” said Kirk across the comms.

“Aye, sir,” said Uhura.

“This is Captain Kirk. Inform the Ambassador and Dr. Jones we’re ready to beam them aboard. Kirk out.” He switched off the comms and held up one of the visors. “Are you sure these things will work?”

“It has proved effective for Vulcans and Celians,” confirmed Spock, taking it from Kirk as (Y/N) picked up the other. He had been very careful to check the studies before agreeing to use the visor as he refused to put (Y/N) (and himself, but mostly them) in any dangerous situations that could be avoided.

“It’s your human half we’re worried about,” said (Y/N), frowning and glancing worriedly at Spock.

“I shall endeavor to keep it under control,” said Spock.

(Y/N) smiled at him and hugged his arm affectionately. “If you have any troubles, I can use my empathy to cast a mental shield around you. That should be enough.”

Spock looked at them with warmth in his eyes. “That should be helpful, yes.”

Kirk smiled to himself at the finally open affection between the pair (especially by Vulcan standards). “Let me know when transport is complete.”

“Yes, Captain,” said (Y/N), putting on the visor beside Spock.

Alone in the transporter room, they nodded to one another. Spock fiddled with the controls before activating the transporter. Through the visor’s film, (Y/N) watched as two forms appeared on the Enterprise. A woman in a visor and a dress covered by a star-jeweled cloak stood beside a box. Both the woman, Dr. Jones, and the box, Ambassador Kollos, radiated strong emotions. The ambassador in particular, containing Kollos to avoid being seen, had intricate emotions that reached out kindly to (Y/N). They understood at once—Dr. Jones was telepathic, so Kollos knew how to communicate with psychics.

“Welcome aboard, Ambassador Kollos, Dr. Jones,” greeted (Y/N), smiling. “I am Lieutenant (L/N), and this is Commander Spock.”

Dr. Jones smiled. “The Ambassador is most honored to meet you, Mr. Spock, Mr. (L/N).”

Kollos’s aura of emotions hummed in a clear agreement. (Y/N) glanced between Jones and Kollos’s container and smiled. Hopefully, that would ease the transport process since there would be an easy way to communicate both with words and (Y/N)’s own empathy.

“We must properly close the container with advanced locks so no incidents occur,” said Spock, picking up a locking device.

“Very well, he understands,” said Jones evenly.

Spock and (Y/N) locked up the container of Kollos in order to make sure there could be no accidents with it opening before reporting to Kirk the Transporter Room was secure.

“Captain, we’re ready,” said (Y/N), leaning across Spock to speak.

Spock’s hand rested on them to keep them from toppling over as they straightened. He would never be into PDA in the human sense, but being able to freely touch or acknowledge to (Y/N) privately that he loved them was very important to him. After so long believing they’d never care for him in the same way, Spock adored being able to show his devotion to them.

(Y/N) smiled at his and touched his hand before going back to their job. They, too, liked being able to show their affection. Celians were physically affectionate, so to finally be able to touch Spock without fearing it would be stepping over his boundaries was perfect for them. (Y/N) was still careful to allow Spock to remain professional to the degree he preferred, but the couple had communicated plenty of times to ensure neither stepped over any boundaries and they both had their emotional needs met, so both were happy with where they were.

“This is Captain Kirk to all ship’s personnel,” said Kirk across the ship’s channel. “Clearance plans now in effect. Clear passageways immediately. The Ambassador will be escorted to his quarters at once.”

After a moment, Spock and (Y/N) lifted up the container as Jones walked beside them through the halls.

“Dr. Jones, may I congratulate you on your assignment with Ambassador Kollos,” said Spock.

A light smile appeared on Jones’s face. “Thank you. But the assignment’s not yet definite. It will depend upon my ability to achieve a true mind-link with the Ambassador.”

“I am sure you will find it a fascinating experience,” said Spock.

“I was not aware than anyone has performed a successful mind-link with the Medusans,” said Jones.

“No one ever has,” said Spock. “I was referring to mind-links I had attempted with members of other species.” His eyes drifted to (Y/N) for a moment.

Neither had brought up bonding psychically as it was many psychic species’ equivalent of human marriage, but Spock would be lying if he hadn’t contemplated it. Whether it be during the unfortunate incident of the extreme emotions epidemic through the Enterprise, the creatures on Deneva that had pained Spock, or his Pon Farr, (Y/N) had saved him from pain and emotions by connecting to his mind multiple times.

And Spock liked it. (Y/N)’s psychic aura was warm and comforting, always gentle and respectful with him. So Spock had thought about a proper bonding multiple times, but he was unsure of how they felt, so he hadn’t brought it up. Hopefully, one day…

“I have heard, Mr. Spock,” continued Jones, breaking off his thoughts. “That you turned down the assignment with the Ambassador.”

“You did?” asked (Y/N) in surprise.

“I was unable to accept. My life is here,” said Spock, staring intently at (Y/N) in a promise that he wouldn’t leave them. They turned pink and smiled back.

The pair walked Kollos in his container into his room, and Jones entered behind them.

(Y/N) pressed the radio button and spoke. “(L/N) to Bridge. We have arrived at the Ambassador’s quarters.”

“Thank you, (L/N),” replied Kirk.

Spock turned to Jones. “I would appreciate an opportunity to exchange greetings with the Ambassador.”

(Y/N) blinked before shrugging. That was their boyfriend, jumping into danger for “research” and “knowledge.” “I would, as well.” At least we’d be insane together if anything goes wrong with our visors.

“I’m sure the Ambassador would be charmed,” said Jones.

Spock and (Y/N) stood before the container, and it opened to reveal a green light and the Medusan within. With their glasses it was bearable, but the actual sight was indescribable. Vulcan stoicism protected Spock, and (Y/N)’s empathy allowed them to see the positive emotions flying from Kollos to counteract the hideous appearance. Still, it was quite something.

Jones didn’t react at all, simply standing still beside them until the container closed once more.

“I almost envy you your assignment,” said Spock.

“Your mind says you are tempted to take my place,” said Jones.

Spock raised an eyebrow. “Not correct, Doctor. There is far too much for me here. But I am aware of your mind attempting to contact mine.”

“Were you born a telepath?” asked (Y/N). They frowned slightly as they sensed the envy crawl across their skin from Jones as Jones failed to read their and Spock’s mind after looking at Kollos. It was odd.

“Yes,” said Jones. “That is why I studied on Vulcan. The Celians attempted to instruct me, but the many voices…I handle the information better focused, carefully protected like the Vulcans.”

(Y/N) nodded in understanding. They, too, had experienced overstimulation due to their abilities on many occasions. It had taken years of practice to learn to adapt and work around wild emotions running around them.

“May we show you to your quarters?” asked (Y/N).

“I think I’ll stay here a bit,” said Jones. “Ambassador Kollos often finds the process of transport somewhat unsettling.”

“I understand,” said (Y/N).

“Our ship’s surgeon often makes the same complaint,” added Spock.

(Y/N) smothered a chuckle. Bones was infamous for hating transport. “Call when you’re ready,” said (Y/N) before they and Spock left the room.

“So,” they began as they walked, “You were offered the job to accompany Ambassador Kollos?”

Spock nodded. “Yes. Due to my self-control as a Vulcan and experience with varied life forms after my time on the Enterprise, I was considered a candidate. But I never considering acquiescing.”

“Really?” asked (Y/N).

Spock reached out and touched two fingers to (Y/N)’s. “I told Dr. Jones the truth. There are things I am unwilling to leave.”

“Spock…” (Y/N)’s voice was soft as they smiled at him. They leaned up and kissed him for a moment. “I love you, too.”

Spock let a small smile appear on his face. He would never leave (Y/N). He would never even consider it.

“Tell me, Dr. Jones, why isn’t it dangerous for you to be with Kollos?” asked Kirk as he, various officers, and Jones sat at dinner together in honor of the Ambassador’s arrival. “Spock, I can understand.”

“Why, thank you, Captain,” said Spock.

“Only one person I know leaves an impression on him,” continued Kirk, teasing Spock, “and they can see emotions that counteract people’s outward appearances.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I can see more than just looks.”

“But as I understand it, no human can look at Kollos, even with a visor, without going mad,” said Kirk. “How do you manage?”

“I spent four years on Vulcan, studying their mental discipline,” said Jones.

(Y/N) tilted their head. Something else lay in her emotions. There was more to it, but as there was nothing nefarious, (Y/N) let it go. People had privacy they respected.

“You poor girl,” said Bones.

“On the contrary, Doctor,” said Spock. “I would say that Dr. Jones was, indeed, fortunate.”

“Vulcan is not my idea of fun,” said Bones.

“Joy can be many things, Doctor. I learned to do things impossible to learn anywhere else,” said Jones.

“To read mines?” asked Kirk playfully.

“How not to read them,” said Jones.

“I don’t understand,” said Kirk.

“Psychics can experience information overloads when they’re still learning to control their abilities, Captain,” said (Y/N). They smiled at Jones. “I myself had many moments of sensing too many emotions are once. It takes training to control your abilities.”

Jones nodded, and a warmth of emotion radiated from her, grateful that someone else understood. “Vulcan was necessary to my sanity.”

Spock nodded. “What many people generally find impossible to understand is the need to shut out the bedlam of other people’s thoughts or emotions.”

“Or of their own thoughts and emotions…” murmured Jones.

Smoky grey floated around her dejectedly, and (Y/N)’s eyes softened.

Jones cleared her throats and nodded at Spock. “You know, I was just noticing your Vulcan IDIC, Mr. Spock. Is it a reminder that as a Vulcan you can mind-link with the Medusans fare better than I could?”

(Y/N) blinked at the envy crawling over their skin from Jones once more. It was strange, but Jones clearly had some deep insecurities surrounding her abilities and position with the Ambassador.

“I doubt that Spock would wear the most revered Vulcan symbol just to be showy,” said (Y/N), keeping their voice light and friendly.

“As a matter of fact, I wear it to honor your achievements, Doctor,” said Spock.

“Indeed,” said Jones, unconvinced.

“Yes, very interesting. I might even say ‘fascinating,’ ” teased Kirk. “But back to your mission. Doctor, do you feel any way may be found to employ Medusan navigators on starships?”

“It would certainly solve many of our navigational problems,” said Jones. “Well, the key is the mind-link I learn on Vulcan and also studied on Celia. Now once we have learned the technique of forming corporate intelligence with the Medusans, the designers—that’s where Larry comes in—can work on adapting instruments.”

“I don’t care how benevolent the Medusans are supposed to be,” said Bones. “Isn’t it suicidal to deal with something ugly enough to drive a man mad? Why do you do it?”

“I see, Dr. McCoy, that you still subscribe to the outmoded notion, promulgated by your ancient Greeks, that what is good must also be beautiful,” said Spock.

“And the reverse, of course, that what is beautiful is automatically expected to be good,” said Marvick, somewhat bitterly.

(Y/N) narrowed their eyes as pinpricks of aggression and envy started at their skin.

“Yes, I think some of us are attracted by beauty and repelled by ugliness—one of the last of our prejudices,” said Kirk. “At the risk of sounding prejudiced, gentlemen, here’s to beauty.” He raised a toast.

“Here, here,” said the table, with Spock looking right at (Y/N) as they smiled at him.

Jones gazed at them, and the pinpricks of envy started up again. All of a sudden, Jones’s emotions turned to chilling fear, and at the same moment, dark anger radiated over (Y/N) as well. The two froze, and Kirk, Bones, and Spock were instantly on edge. Kirk reached out to Jones, and Spock put a hand on (Y/N)’s waist to support them.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Anger. So much of it,” murmured (Y/N), shaking their head as the heat cleared.

“There’s somebody nearby thinking of murder,” said Jones.

“In this room?” asked Kirk.

“It’s gone now,” said (Y/N), and Jones nodded in confirmation.

“Who is it? Can you tell?” asked Kirk.

“It isn’t there anymore. It was just a moment,” said Jones.

Spock’s grip on (Y/N) tightened protectively, and their hand covered his to comfort him.

“I’m alright,” they murmured. “It was just surprising.”

Spock nodded, but he didn’t let go of them.

“Captain, would you mind if I said goodnight?” asked Jones, getting to her feet as she composed herself.

“Of course,” said Kirk.

“Please stay and enjoy yourselves,” said Jones. “It was a delightful dinner.” She nodded to everywhere before leaving.

“Are you sure you’re alright on your own?” asked (Y/N), familiar with the shock of sudden psychic readings.

“I am,” said Jones, swishing out the door in her gown.

“Now, where I come from, that’s what we call a lady,” said Bones.

“I suggest you treat her accordingly,” said Marvick coldly.

His envy grew on (Y/N)’s skin. Someone’s insecure and wants Jones’s attention.

“I’ve known Dr. Jones long enough to be aware of her remarkable gifts. Well, it’s been a long day for me.” He walked to the door before anyone could say more.

“Larry, would you like to stop off in Engineering with me?” asked Scotty jovially. “I have a few things to check and a bottle of scotch.”

“Some other time,” said Marvick, declining the offer and leaving the room, leaving just the Enterprise officers.

“I think I’ll head to rest, too. I’ll let you know if I sense anything else, Captain,” said (Y/N).

“Thank you, (L/N),” said Kirk.

“I’ll escort you,” said Spock, remaining close as they stood.

Bones snorted and looked pointedly at Spock’s hands on (Y/N). “Yeah, I bet you will.”

Spock didn’t dignify the insinuation with a response, though the tips of his ears did turn green.

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hummingbird-of-light · 2 years ago

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Against All Odds

Part 331

McCoy

McCoy was content, even if he couldn’t spend his nights sleeping next to Scotty. He walked up the hall with a lightness in his step that had been missing the last couple weeks. He couldn’t help a chuckle thinking how far Robbie had come in his comfort with him. The first time McCoy had met him Robbie had barely been able to speak and now he told McCoy what to do with no problem.

“Mr. McCoy, you’re cutting it close.”

The smile vanished from his face and he saw Mr. Archer in front of him.

“Yes,” he nodded. “Mr. Archer.”

Heat rose on his face as he glanced down at himself. He hadn’t bothered to fully button his shirt, just one or two to keep it on, nor had he tied his shoes, tucking the laces inside as he slipped them on. He couldn’t imagine what his hair might look like after Scotty’s hands had been in it.

“I nearly forgot about curfew after not having one again,” he offered quietly.

“I trust your summer went well?” Archer asked. “I read the news about your father. I was sorry to see that. He’s doing better?”

“Yes sir, much better. He took his duties back up today.”

“And your sister did well in his stead? My understanding was Georgiares had a male line of succession?”

“Correct sir, but my sister is of age and I’m not yet.” McCoy shifted on his feet, wondering how much longer Archer would keep him. He was getting more embarrassed about his appearance by the second. Surely, Archer must know where he was coming from and could put two and two together.

“It’s nice to have you back Mr. McCoy,” Archer said with a nod. “Please remember curfew in the future.”

“Of course sir, thank you.” McCoy hurried past the head of house.

He reached his own door and found it locked. Quickly he knocked and looked back over his shoulder to see where Archer was. When he heard the lock click, he pushed the door open quickly and entered.

McCoy was treated to what, if he had to guess, Robbie had walked in on a few minutes previous. Jim was lying in Spock’s bed and Spock was standing next to it.

“Curfew,” McCoy said to them, and he saw Jim’s eyes widen.

“Shit!” the blond exclaimed.

“Archer’s already in the halls,” McCoy told them, heading for his side of the room and kicking his shoes back off.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

McCoy heard Jim scrambling behind him.

“Just what I need, on Archer’s bad side the first night.”

“Ashayam, I’m sure it will be fine,” Spock said soothingly.

“Which way was he going?” Jim asked McCoy.

McCoy looked up from undoing his couple buttons.

“Towards Scotty’s room.”

Jim let out another string of curses. Jim’s room was at the far end of the hall past the Scott’s.

“I’m done,” Jim moaned. “Pike will kill me, then Frank will.”

“He doesn’t always check inside,” Spock said.

“It’s the first night,” Jim lamented, “he will.”

“Maybe your new roommate will cover for you,” McCoy suggested.

“A Vulcan telling lies? For someone he barely met?” Jim scoffed.

“Well we’ll all get in trouble if he finds you here,” McCoy said slowly.

“Not you,” Jim shot back. “He’s scared of you.”

“No he isn’t,” McCoy frowned.

“Ha!” Jim responded. He was dressed now and sat heavily back on Spock’s bed. “I’m dead.”

“You must hide until he goes by, then it will be fine,” Spock said.

“Just roll under the bed,” McCoy suggested, trying to keep any mirth from his voice.

Jim jumped to his feet, with a new light in his eyes, and stepped over to Spock’s trunk.

“As soon as he’s done his check, let me out. I’ll get in trouble for not being in my room, but he won’t know where I was, so no trouble for you two.”

“Jim!” “K’diwa!” McCoy and Spock spoke at the same time.

“Trust me,” Jim grinned and closed the lid over himself.

“This is the illogic you love?” McCoy asked Spock, gesturing to the trunk.

Spock opened his mouth, but had no answer. McCoy shook his head and climbed into his bed. He turned away from Spock and smiled into his pillow. Jim was a quick thinker, but an idiot. Spock turned out his light and McCoy heard him settle in his bed.

A short while later the door opened briefly, then closed a moment later. McCoy felt himself relax. Jim and Spock’s close call wasn't his problem. No. He shouldn’t think like that. He and Scotty had nearly been in the same situation and would have been if Robbie hadn’t come back in time.

He sat up, when he heard Spock moving.

“Is it safe?” he whispered.

“A few more minutes to let him finish the hall,” Spock whispered back. Their room was close to the stairs after all.

“Spock, if Pike let us, would you be alright switching rooms?”

“Your safety sir…”

“I know, I know, but we wouldn’t have these problems anymore…”

“I will consider it. I doubt Pike will let us sir.”

“I know,” McCoy answered. It would be easier if Jim didn’t have a roommate this year. He wondered what the new Vulcan was like. They’d probably meet him at breakfast.

Spock silently opened the door and peeked out. He moved to the trunk and opened it.

“You may go in safety now ashayam.”

Jim climbed out with Spock’s help, then stretched up to kiss him.

“Sorry ‘bout this Lenny boy,” Jim called over his shoulder and then he was gone.

Part 332

Scotty

The next morning came faster than Scotty had imagined but he was up early. Every minute more he could spend with Leonard was worth it.

He quickly got dressed, waking Robbie before he left for the boy’s dining room. Maybe Leonard was already downstairs too.

Scotty smiled to himself as he thought about the last evening. Finally they had been able to hug and kiss each other again. He had missed his boyfriend just so much over the past three weeks. And he was glad to see him more often again.

Sadly, the Scotsman didn’t find Leonard down in the dining room but someone else. Someone he had only seen once during dinner the day before.

The new student who had been introduced by Pike. Judging by his pointy ears he actually was a Vulcan.

The boy turned around from the window when he heard Scotty entering.

“Good morning, uhm… Su…”

The Scotsman couldn’t quite recall the name, but the Vulcan helped him out.

“Sural. Good morning.”

Scotty walked over with a smile on his face and did the Vulcan greeting before he reached out his hand to offer a human handshake too.

“I’m Scotty. Nice to meet you.”

Sural took his hand after looking at it for a moment and shook it.

“It is my pleasure, Scotty.”

They chatted a while about where both of them came from and why Sural had changed schools.

Apparently his parents would move to Earth soon because of their jobs and they wanted Sural to learn more about humans and socializing with them.

“They’ll kill me. They’ll all kill me.”

Scotty and the new student turned around when they heard a familiar voice.

Jim entered the room, face in his hands, groaning.

Scotty couldn’t help but chuckle. What had happened?

“Who will kill ye?”

Jim let his hands drop to the side and walked over to them.

“Archer. And Pike. And Frank.”

Scotty tilted his head.

“Why? Ye are early for breakfast.”

“Not because of that! I… I wasn’t in my room at curfew.”

Scotty’s eyes widened, before he swore quietly. He could imagine where Jim had been.

“Shit, that’s bad.” He turned to Sural. “Did Archer look into yer room?”

The Vulcan nodded.

“He did.”

Jim ran a hand through his hair.

“And you told him that I’m gone, right? Great!”

To that Sural shook his head.

“I did not. I told Mr. Archer that you were still in the bathroom.”

Jim looked up, eyes wide in surprise.

“What?”

“I thought Vulcans can’nae lie,” Scotty added, just as confused as his blond friend.

“We do not lie in most situations but we certainly are able to. And it appeared to me that you would get in trouble if Mr. Archer found out about your absence. I do not wish for my roommate and possible companion to get in said trouble if I can prevent it.”

Jim blinked a few times before he grinned.

“Thanks man, that’s… wow, I don’t know to say. It’s just pretty cool.”

Sural nodded at him.

“Would you do me the favor of showing me around if you find the time, Jim?”

Apparently they had already exhanged names the day before.

“Sure. Anything for my hero.”

It took only a few more minutes until more students came in, talking about their summer break, laughing.

Scotty was already sitting across from Jim while Sural had taken a place close to the head of the table. He said that he wanted to ask Archer some questions about the school and the schedule.

A smile washed over Scotty’s face when Leonard and Spock finally came in and walked over to them.

Leonard gave Scotty a quick kiss before he sat down beside him.

“Good morning darling.”

“Good morning mo ghràdh. I heard ye had trouble getting into yer room?” Scotty asked with a grin and Leonard chuckled.

“So he told you the story, huh? I-“

“Shh! Shut up!” Jim hissed at them when more students sat down around them. He didn’t want anyone to know.

The boys all laughed but were interrupted.

“May I?”

Scotty looked to the side and saw Khan standing next to him. He pointed at the free chair beside the Scotsman.

Scotty’s eyes moved over to the head. Sural was sitting on Khan’s usual place.

“Uhm, sure.”

He could see the strange look coming from Jim but the blond didn’t say anything. Neither did Spock nor Leonard.

“Thank you.”

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flopsy-art · 2 years ago

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STAR TREK TOS WATCH, The Best Episodes IMO (Episodes number is based on Netflix)

S1 E5, The Naked Time (everyone looses self control, Spock admits his friendship with Kirk and his love for his mother)

S1 E6, The Enemy Within (double Kirk, v funny to me)

S1 E8, What Are Little Girls Made Of (Kirk gets turned into an android, Spock immediately notices lol)

S1 E11, The Corbomite Maneuver (Kirk is smart ooooo)

S1 E14 The Consious of the King (KODOS more Kirk backstory)

S1 E15 A Balance of Terror (Kirk is smart, part two. "Leave any bigotry in your quarters. There's no room for it on the bridge." )

S1 E17 The Galileo Seven (Spock makes an emotional, last ditch effort to save the away team. "You're not going to admit that for the first time in your life, you commited a purely human, emotional act?" "No, sir.")

S1 E20 Tommorow is Yesterday (back in time sksjsk, military shenanigans "is that a uniform of some kind?" "This little thing? Oh, just something I slipped on")

S1 E25 This Side of Paradise (sex spores lmao. Kind of depressing tbh)

S1 E26 The Devil in the Dark (Spock melds with a rock creature. Rock creature is v smart)

S1 E29 City on the Edge of Forever (wack time travel shit, "I see you've noticed the ears. They're actually easy to explain. . ." "Perhaps the unfortunate accident I had as a child- " "the unfortunate accident he had as a child." )

S2 E1 Amok Time (need I say more?)

S2 E3 The Changeling (Spock melds with a missile. Kirk out logics the missile.)

S2 E4 Mirror, Mirror (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE BABY. Uhura kicks ass. Watch out for goatee Spock, he kills.)

S2 E6 The Doomsday Machine (fucked Commodore dude does annoying things with Kirk's ship. Kirk don't give a fuck. "Blast regulations! Mr Spock I order you to assume command!")

S2 E8 I, Mudd (second Mudd epsiode, except this one is actually funny. Uhura my beloved.)

S2 E10 Journey to Babel (SPOCK MUM AND DAD! People also die but don't worry about that.)

S2 E13 Obsession (Kirk backstory oooo.)

S2 E15 Trouble with Tribbles (that's it.)

S2 E17 A Piece of the Action (too many things to name. One of the most enjoyable episodes. New York gangsters)

S2 E24 The Ultimate Computer (they test a computer, not as good as first thought. Kirk has a crisis)

S2 E26 Assignment: Earth (more timey whimey shit, now with aliens! Spock holds a cat.)

S3 E1 Spock's Brain (lady steals Spock's brain, what more is there to say.)

S3 E3 The Enterprise Incident (Kirk is smart part 3. Cross that border, captain.)

S3 E6 Spectre of the Gun (as punishment recreate this gunfight!)

S3 E9 The Tholian Web (Kirk is dead! No he's not! No he's not!)

S3 E14 Whom God's Destroy (beats the criminally insane with chess questions. Kirk is smart part four?)

S3 E19 Requiem for Methuselah (Spock and the piano. That's the whole reason this episode is here.)

S3 E24 The Turnabout Intruder (Kirk switches bodies with one of his old girlfriends. Hmm trans.)

#have a little thing that is mostly for myself lmao #startrek

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spockfan · 3 years ago

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Things making me FERAL… suddenly realizing while rewatching the Trouble with Tribbles that beaming the tribbles on the Klingon ship is SPOCK’s idea! Scotty says it! “Well it was Mr. Spock’s suggestion” and then Spock mutters some nonsense about computer readings before Kirk finally forces Scotty to tell him. I’m!!! He’s the most trouble making crew member by a wide margin and I love him. (It’s why whenever they’re on landing parties half of kirk’s lines are “where’s Spock?” Because if he’s not in your line of vision he’s doing something insane)

Yes! He really is the crewman everyone needs to watchout for but, to be fair, his crazy plans are almost always for someone's benefit. He is also the most reckless (self-preservation? what that?) and also by a wide margin which is a feat considering Kirk and Bones are top contenders. I think part of the reason Kirk and Bones stick with with him whether in the landing party or the bridge is because of this (which is especially hilarious when they end up trying to outdo each other.)

This is funnier because everyone in that crew is a reckless troublemaker (I mean all of them not just the bridge crew but especially them) and everyone expects Spock to be the well-behaved and rational one.

I don't know if you've watched TAS but it's consistent there as well. We got another Tribble episode and you'll never guess the who and the what of the plan they decided to go with. 😂

Someone told me that maybe it's because he's Vulcan and they process thoughts differently or something so the ideas are maybe not as crazy when looked at from another way. That is probably true but I'm also pretty sure Spock is some kind of delinquent in Vulcan as well. The AOS movies and TAS support this.

Some of my favorite Spock being a logical agent of chaos moments in TOS episodes:

Convincing Kirk to let him beam down Deneva in Operation: Annihilate! This line by Scotty gives us a clue that the crew is very much aware of Spock's tendencies:

SCOTT: He said he was transporting down to the surface, sir. Your orders were that no one was to beam down unless you authorised it. And knowing Mister Spock's determination on some things, I thought I'd better hold him here until I got your orders.

The Menagerie where we are introduced to ONE rule and the only rule by that point to warrant a death penalty. We get two episodes of Spock breaking it so Pike could have a nice retirement option. It should be noted that he was fully committed to this and had already accepted the punishment. The Talosians had to have given quite the convincing imagery to HQ for Spock to walk away scot-free.

Spectre of the Gun, this:

SPOCK: I shall manufacture the equivalent of an ancient generating canister, more familiarly known as a gas grenade.

To deliver the tranquilliser on target, we could have gone with something simpler like a dart or something. But that's not Spock, is it?

Where No Man Has Gone Before, this:

I could go on about this for other episodes but it might get too long. :D

#star trek the original series #star trek #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #they need to have an alarm attached to him for when they lose sight of him #his alignment is chaotic lawful neutral

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portals-to-a-new-world · 3 years ago

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You Know What They Say About Assuming: Chapter 1 (REWRITE)

Who?: Leonard "Bones" McCoy x Reader

What?: Y’know, Doctor, it’s a good thing I like watching your lips move; otherwise, I might never hear anything you say.”

“Lieutenant, that is highly illogical, as you have no history of hearing problems.”

“Ignore her, Spock.”

“Oh, it’s not a hearing problem, Commander. It’s a concentration problem. I find the good doctor’s looks are completely unfair and entirely too perfect to ignore.”

“Lieutenant, might I remind you that you are not there to flirt.”

“My apologies, Captain.” Bones’ eyes flashed with anger, and his jaw clenched to avoid throwing his tricorder. Boy, you had really done it this time.

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Warnings: Mild Language

A/N: I. Did. It. Months of struggling, damn near giving up and walking from writing altogether, and here we are. @bakerstreethound , my best friend, my partner in crime. I owe everything to you. Thank you for keeping me going in my darkest hours. @bookscoffeeandracoons , special thank you for the beta read (and an ultra special thank you for catching that i'd missed an entire section 🙈). And to all my readers still with me, thank you. I hope this will partly make up for my absence. I love y'all to the moon and back.

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Three tension-filled hours later, you finally found yourself being beamed back onto the Enterprise. Leonard wouldn’t even look at you as you moved into position to wait for Scotty. Just one glance at his clenched jaw and the damn near snarl on his face had you decide to make your exit as quickly as possible as soon as you got back. However, the doctor seemed to have other plans.

“Lieutenant, report to my office.” Doctor McCoy’s voice rang out before you could even step off the pad. You turned to face him, intending to protest, but the anger practically radiating from him gave no room for argument. You sighed heavily before replying.

“Yes, doctor.” You gestured for him to lead the way, nearly missing the way his eyes flashed at your response. “After you, sir.” You said. He shook his head and scoffed.

“Oh no, I’ll meet you there. I’m going to go get the captain.” He pointed towards the door, and you could feel the blood draining from your face. Shit.

A nurse was sitting at the desk across from Doctor McCoy’s office as you approached. A warm smile graced her features as she looked up and saw you. “Lieutenant (Y/L/N)! What can we do for you today?” She asked as she grabbed a data padd. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly as you waved her off.

“Doctor McCoy asked me to meet him in his office. I suspect he’s finally gotten tired of my antics.” You gave a nervous laugh. To your surprise, the nurse smiled sympathetically and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“Ahh, I see. Don’t worry too much. The doctor is quite the grump, but usually the captain can talk him down from any serious actions.” She said. You gave her a small smile and nodded. “You can go ahead in and wait,” She leaned in close and spoke lowly. “You might even have time to steal a glass of the bourbon he keeps in his desk.” She winked as she finished. You managed a half-hearted laugh before stepping through the door to the small office. Your body seemed to deflate as the door slid shut behind you, leaving you with some time to gather your thoughts. You could practically hear your family now, your sister getting engaged the same day you get kicked back to the academy for inappropriate conduct with a superior officer. Your face began to heat up as you kicked yourself mentally. They always said your mouth was going to get you into trouble.

“Bones why are you dragging me into this?” You could hear the captain’s voice coming through the door, and you quickly swiped at a stray tear and took a deep breath to prepare yourself. “Just because you’re too closed minded to give her a chance-”

“Enough, Jim!” The door to the office slid open, revealing a fuming Leonard McCoy and an altogether too amused Jim Kirk.

“Captain.” You said, instinctively moving to attention. Jim crack a smile and waved you off.

“At ease, Lieutenant. You’re not being sent home today.” He said. Relief flowed through you, but before you could relax, Doctor McCoy dropped the PADD he was carrying on his desk.

“Jim-” He began in a warning tone. Kirk rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“Bones I am not sending a valuable crew member back to the academy just because you can’t handle a little flirting.” Jim said. For a moment, you thought the doctor was going to explode, but he seemed to catch himself and just sighed in resignation instead.

“Fine. But hear me very clearly, cause I ain’t repeating this again. I know you two are young and that what you’re doing is more and more common, but I’m just an old country doctor. I don’t- it’s not my thing. So kindly just leave me out of your relationship.” He said and continued on before you had time to be confused. “Lieutenant I will be writing you a warning, be glad it’s not an actual reprimand-” You started to cry out in outrage, but Jim just placed a hand on your shoulder and stepped in front of you.

“Hold on just a minute Bones. What the hell are you talking about, our relationship?” Leonard rolled his eyes and scowled deeper.

“Jim everyone on this ship knows you two are together.” Both you and Jim looked at him like he’d lost his mind. Leonard growled in frustration; a sound you had to fight to pretend didn’t affect you. “I can’t believe I have to explain to y’all how not subtle y’all are. You,” He pointed towards Jim as he spoke. “Never stop talkin about her. (Y/n) this and (y/n) that and don’t she look nice today. It’s non stop. And you,” Leonard turned his attention to you. “Frettin over him like a damn hen, I thought you were gonna lose when he came back from whatever that hell hole was with that arrow in his back. Now I may be just a doctor but I ain’t blind. If you’re trying to keep it secret that you’re sleepin together y’all are failing miserably.” He finished and crossed his arms. Kirk blinked, too stunned for words, it seemed before turning to you with an incredulous expression.

“Well this is just plain awkward considering our good friend here pulled me from a vidcall with my brother to have this meeting.” He said.

“What does that have do with anythin’?” Leonard cut in, but Jim just held up a finger.

“What’d she say?!” You asked, bringing your hands to your face and intertwining your fingers as you grinned.

“Yes, of course. Ariella (Y/L/N) will soon be Ariella Kirk.” The realization dawned on Leonard’s face as you squealed and jumped excitedly. Jim laughed at your antics before turning back to McCoy. “Bones?” The man in question was over in the corner of his office pouring himself a drink, and he grunted in response. “I trust I’m no longer needed for any disciplinary reasons?” Jim could barely keep a straight face, and you began to feel bad for the poor doctor. Leonard just grunted again and nodded once before downing the bourbon in his glass. “Well then in that case, I’ll leave you two alone. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He winked at you, and you turned to shove him out the door playfully.

“Don’t be mean, Kirk.” You said as the door shut. You took a deep breath before turning back to address the elephant in the room. Leonard was still facing away from you as you approached his desk. “So Doctor McCoy-“

“Leonard.”

“What?”

“Just- Leonard. If you call me doctor one more time I’m liable to lose my mind.” You blinked in confusion but decided to let it slide for the moment.

“Alright. Leonard.” You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you were gonna push things too far but finally just decided to take the leap. “Would you join me for dinner?” Leonard spun on a dime, his eyebrows raised in incredulity.

“I haven’t even apologized for being an idiot and you’re still askin me to dinner?” He said almost like you’d just asked him to give you his children. You blinked and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Okay first and foremost, you’re not an idiot. Might be a bit of a dork, but not unintelligent. Secondly, has my nonstop flirting somehow not made it abundantly clear that I like you? Why wouldn’t I ask you out?” Leonard just stared at you for a moment.

“You’re really serious? Ain’t a joke?” You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“Yes Leonard McCoy I want to have dinner with you. As a date. Right now.” You said. For what felt like an eternity, Leonard just stood there staring at you. You began to second guess yourself and cleared your throat. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course-” That seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, and he cut you off.

“Sweetheart I’d have to be out of my mind to not want to have dinner with someone as gorgeous as you.” He drawled. You could feel a blush form, and though you tried to hide it, the slight smirk on his lips showed he’d noticed it too.

“Is that a yes then?” You asked. Leonard looked at the Chron before stepping around the desk and gesturing for you to lead the way.

“After you, (Y/n).”

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daraoakwise · 3 years ago

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We love Uhura! Star Trek rewatch, continuing with 2x15, The Trouble with Tribbles. This one is always on top best episodes lists, and has some delightful Uhura scenes.

Uhura appears in the opening scene on the viewscreen, interrupting a briefing to report that she has just picked up a Priority One distress call from Space Station K7. This is the highest distress signal, and given the proximity to Klingon space, they can only assume an attack. The Captain grimly orders her to take the ship to warp 7, and Uhura calls the ship to red alert.

She’s on the bridge as they come within range of the station, everyone tense, assuming they are about to be in a battle. Again, the events of Star Trek: Discovery give us insight. There was a war, not long ago, and a lot of people died. And now they are rushing in, weapons at the ready. When they arrive, though, all seems peaceful. Kirk has Uhura break subspace silence. The sheepish station commander apologizes and asks the irritated Kirk to beam over: it turns out that that the Asshole of the Week Federation Undersecretary in Charge of Agricultural Affairs (or FUC-AA, which amuses me) has called in the ship to guard new genetically engineered wheat seeds, suspecting Klingon sabotage. Kirk reacts about how you would think. He calls Uhura to secure from general quarters and tells her to send over two guards, and authorizes shore leave for the crew.

Uhura gets shore leave! Hooray! She beams over in the first wave, which the Captain teases her about. “And how often do I get shore leave??” she asks him archly. Oooh!! She wants to shop. Chekov is there to “help.” (Anyone else get the impression that he’s hoping for a date?? Sorry Pavel, she is way out of your league.) Kirk pours some of the wheat seeds into their hands, which they look at with scientific interest. Uhura and Chekov walk over to the bar where a bumbling con man is trying to sell his wares. He doesn’t have any success until he pulls a fuzz ball out of his pocket—a tribble. Uhura is immediately charmed and wants to hold it. She declares it adorable. No, Uhura, you are adorable! Seriously this is a completely delightful scene. The bumbling con man gives it to her for free, because everyone (rightly) loves Uhura. It eats some of the wheat that Chekov had been carrying around.

The timing on the next scene is weird. Uhura calls Kirk and Spock, who are in the briefing room; message from Starfleet. Wasn’t she on shoreleave?? Maybe it’s the next day, idk. We’ll go with that. A few minutes later she calls Kirk again — a Klingon warship as arrived, she reports urgently. She’s on the Bridge when Kirk and Spock arrive, and puts through a call from the Station commander. She cancels red alert when he learns the Klingons are not wanting a battle but shore leave.

We next see Uhura in the rec room on the Enterprise. She is surrounded by a big group of crew, and a bunch of tribbles. Her tribble has had babies. Everyone is enjoying stroking and holding them. Once again Uhura is a center of life on the ship, someone who knows everyone and loves to be with them. (As opposed to, say, Scotty, sitting in the corner reading technical journals.) The Captain asks, a little irritated,where she got them. Spock discusses their soothing effect, stroking one lovingly while claiming to be unaffected. We all know better, especially Uhura, who turns to give him this fantastic look when he claims to be immune. She gives the tribbles away to her friends. She is just so lovely in this scene, with her warm friendship and wonderful smile.

She’s on the bridge a few scenes later, with the tribbles spreading. Kirk asks her how they got all over the bridge; she doesn’t know, she answers ruefully. Spock notes that they are consuming supplies while giving nothing. She disagrees, they give love! Even too much love in bad, the Captain says, and loads her up with an armful of them and instructions to get the tribbles off the bridge. It’s a hilarious scene, with her “aye-sirring” with an armload of tribbles and her stylus between her teeth.

That’s the last of her in this delightful episode, other than laughing along on the bridge when Scott explains how he beamed to tribbles to the Klingon ship.

#star trek #nyota uhura #uhura #star trek original series #uhura rewatch #the trouble with tribbles

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elen-aranel · 3 years ago

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Hey! I LOVE your pike fics <3 wanted to ask if you could write a fun pike x female reader where they’re on discovery but no one there knows they’re married so number one has a bet going on how long they can keep it a secret

Thank you, and thank you for the request, Anon! <3 I'm not sure this is going to be quite what you had in mind but I hope you like it anyway! I tried to keep the tone as fun but a couple of less fun things crept in, sorry about that. 😅 But it did sort of end up as a Pike fix-it fic so there's that I guess?

Tangled Web

Pairing: Christopher Pike x F!Reader (no Y/N) Warnings: mostly fun, some angst & Emotions™️, Spoilers for Discovery Season 2, canon character death (mentioned). Assume everything in canon that you don’t see here happens. WC: 5.4k Tag list: @jusvibbbin (to be added to my Pike X Reader taglist let me know)

Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive! —Sir Walter Scott, Marmion

“There’s a bottle of Bowmore in it for you, Captain. If you can keep your marriage secret. Real single malt. From Islay. Eighteen years old.”

“Darling? We’ve got this.” His face on the view screen smiles that dimpled smile and already you know you’re in trouble.

Sometimes you’re glad you kept your maiden name.

Downside? Number One wouldn’t have been able to con you both into this ridiculous bet if you hadn’t.

Upside? People are honest with you, and that’s how you find out that in the couple of weeks you’ve been apart he has Nearly. Died. Twice.

“So, it turns out I know fifteen words for water.” You smile at Chris, sitting at his desk, listening as the computer reads a historical narrative. From the sphere, you surmise. He turns it off and stands, walking round the desk.

“Hello to you too, darling.” He smiles his crooked smile and steps in for a kiss, your arms going round his waist and his hands cupping your face. “I missed you.”

“Masu is Vulcan for water. Did you know that?” You kiss him, tender. You missed him, too. “Spock mentioned it once and I’m glad he did because the fifteenth time was the charm with my synthesiser.”

“Mmm... think I remember that one,” he murmurs, kissing you again, moving his hands down your body.

“So yeah, my first day hasn’t been very productive so far. I was going to go see your quarters, but I thought it was safer to stay put in mine.”

“Productivity can be overrated at times. I’m just glad to have you here.” You kiss one last time them you step back, releasing him.

“I wish it were under better circumstances,” you say, thinking of Connolly, his death being the reason Admiral Cornwell had transferred you, even though you’re glad to be back with your husband. “Any news on Spock?” You can see the concern in his bearing, as he walks back round to sit at the desk, even through his happiness at your reunion. You follow him, watching over his shoulder as he brings up the sensor logs on a shuttle.

“We were following his shuttle, but with the Sphere... we lost our sensor lock. I think we’re back to square one.” He shakes his head. “But the data it’s given us, though...” he grins at you, over his shoulder. “You’re gonna have a field day. Or year.” He presses a control on the desk and the computer starts talking.

“The war between the Quaternary star systems and the Roquarri Imperium—”

You’re still leaning down, a little too close to be professional, when the door opens and Commander Burnham walks in. You straighten, hurriedly.

“Captain, Lieutenant.” She nods at you, as Chris mutes the computer. “It’s good to meet you.” Her smile is warm.

“Commander, it’s good to meet you too. I’m hoping I can be of use to you here; I’ve been fully briefed on the red bursts.” You smile back, walking round the desk. “I’d better go synthesise a Discovery uniform, now I can talk to the computer again. If you’ll excuse me?”

“Dismissed, Lieutenant.” Chris says, and you leave without rushing, hearing Burnham asking about what the computer was saying when she walked in.

Two days, two crises. You had thought the Enterprise had more than her fair share of adventures, but you’re beginning to think she can’t hold a candle to the Discovery. You pop your head into Engineering, thinking you might be able to help – Burnham is there, your immediate superior, and as a theoretical physicist you can often help when something weird is going on in Engineering. But whatever is happening with the mycelial network is beyond your comprehension, and Burnham is clearly busy, so you retreat to Chris’s quarters this time, and catch yourself up on the spore drive.

At least until you hear his voice, over the comms: “Starfleet is a promise; I give my life for you, you give your life for me. And nobody gets left behind.”

His beliefs, and the way he follows through with them, are part of the reason you love him so much, and you’re thinking about his speech, and not about where you are, when you exit his quarters into corridor to go to a safe zone.

You almost get caught – there’s someone further down the corridor – and only the fact that they’re hurrying stops them from turning around.

And then – damn. You practically run into Commander Nhan. You had totally forgotten that she didn’t know about the bet; you’d been thinking about other things so you hadn’t said anything when you transferred over. Did she say anything? This is her second time on Discovery; would she know anyone well enough yet to talk about that kind of thing? Would she have had time?

You want to go and check on Chris after the ship is free of the network, but you’ll have to rein that instinct in if you want to keep up your charade. Instead, you catch up with Nhan in the Security Office.

“Commander, I was wondering if I could, uh, ask you for a favour. Did you happen to mention to anyone that the Captain and I are married?”

You try not to hold your breath, waiting for her response, but she smiles a slow, knowing smile.

“Number one told you, didn’t she?” You raise an eyebrow at her.

“She did,” she replies, not making it easy.

“And I’m guessing you’ve had time to think of what you’re asking for?”

“I have,” she replies. “It’ll cost you.”

“Damn. Well the good thing is that we’re heading to Starbase 17 for hull repairs. We should just about be able to swing it, but I’m going to owe Commander Nguyen...” he smiles his little half-smile. “I’m beginning to think this bet is going to be more trouble than it’s worth.”

“You’re the one that likes whisky so much. I’m just saying.” You smile as you unzip your jacket to start preparing for bed.

Despite her recent trauma, and despite the fact that technically you outrank her, Ensign Tilly takes you under her wing. You try not to get involved in personnel issues – you don’t want to risk asking for people you don’t like to be transferred – but after a duty shift where she explains all her theories so far about dark matter, the two of you bouncing ideas off of each other in a science lab, you think she would be excellent on the Enterprise. Louvier would love her mind. You’re resolving to tell Chris so when she invites you to dinner with Lieutenants Detmer and Owosekun, and Commander Burnham.

“So you’ve served on the Enterprise for a while, right?” Tilly asks over a forkful of food.

“Yes,” you reply, taking a sip of water. Wondering where this is going.

“Is the Captain always so... reckless? With his life?”

“Excuse me?” You ask, not understanding.

“Yeah the first day he was here, he almost ordered us to give up on him when his pod malfunctioned,” Detmer says, and you stare at her.

“He what? Pod? I don’t understand.”

They tell you the story of the Hiawatha, and rescuing him from the damaged pod. It’s fortunate you’ve eaten most of your dinner, because you’d had no idea how close you’d come to losing him, and you’ve well and truly lost your appetite.

And then Owosekun tells the story of him jumping on the phaser on Terralysium and you choke on the last of your water.

“Are you all right? Do you need me to call Doctor Pollard?” Tilly asks, as you see Detmer and Owosekun trade worried glances. Burnham goes to get you another glass of water from the synthesiser.

You wave your arm, trying to indicate that you’re fine, as you work to control your breathing. You take a careful mouthful of your new glass.

“I’m okay, really. A bit of water went down the wrong way. That’s all.”

“I know that look,” Chris says, looking up from the PADD he’s reading in some trepidation. You felt a bit bad for having left him to his own devices all evening, but he assured you he was busy with work. “What did I do?”

“I was having a nice dinner with Ensign Tilly and her friends in the mess hall,” you say. “Right up until Lieutenants Detmer and Owosekun told me how you’d nearly died. Twice. Care to explain how you neglected to tell me any of this?” You ask, as though you didn’t already know the answer. Chris would do anything for his crew, for people who need him. But you’re worried that he’s being maybe a little too reckless at times. Once again, you’re glad you’re here with him.

“I’m sorry. With everything happening, it didn’t seem important, either time. I’ll make it up to you.”

Starbase 17 has the best hasperat outside Bajor, so you’ve heard. Repairs are well underway, and you declined Ensign Tilly’s offer to dine with her friends again in favour of the dinner Chris is taking you out to in apology for not being forthcoming about his near-death experiences. Well, really it’s because you haven’t had the chance to go on an actual date in a very long time.

The base is in a complicated orbit around a gas giant – something to do with its satellites, you assume – and your booth has a full-length window looking down onto it. It’s a stunning view, changing all the time: intricate swirls of dark and light blue, with bands of purple and a ring of green storms, almost looking like jewels, close to the North Pole.

“You’ve outdone yourself this time, Chris,” you say, taking a bite of your hasperat soufflé. It’s spicy, very spicy, but the flavour is rich, complex, piquant. Not quite like anything you’ve tasted before. “The view is beautiful, and this is delicious.” You take another bite.

“So, is everything forgiven?”

You nod, gazing into his blue eyes. Somehow bluer in the light of the planet. “I do get it. The way you care... I love you for it. And I understand how after you do survive you don’t feel like it matters anymore. I just felt—I was a little blindsided.” You huff a laugh, a little rueful. “This bet isn’t helping.”

“We can forget that, if you want. If it’s making you uncomfortable. Number One’s... challenges... are not for everyone.”

“No, no. I’m good. I was just blindsided, like I said. I want to win, but if there’s anything else anyone can surprise me with? You let me know now.” You have another mouthful of your soufflé. It really is very good.

He half-smiles then takes a thoughtful bite himself. “I don’t think there’s anything else. It... would have been a little strange, suddenly introducing you as my wife, too. This crew’s been through a lot; I had already thought it would be better to keep my personal life personal with them.” He catches your eye and grins. “I can’t wait to see Number One’s face when we win, though.” And you’d reach over and kiss him, seeing that expression on his face, those dimples, if you weren’t in public and he wasn’t a captain, and if, at that moment, you didn’t hear a familiar voice—

“I’m so happy I finally get to try it. Mom wouldn’t let me; we passed through here once when I was a teen, and she said it would be too spicy for me, but I don’t care. I think they have milk on hand just in case...”

“I’ve never had it either, but Sarek said he had some when he attended a conference on Bajor. He said it reminded him of a Vulcan dish made with redspice.”

You and Chris lock eyes, but before you can say anything the waiter comes over.

“Captain, I hope everything is all right for you and your lady this evening.”

“Please. Less of the Captain. I’m off duty.” He smiles, charming, indicating his civvies. You smile too, leaning out a little to see if you can see Tilly and Burnham. You see a shock of red curls, and a head bent over a menu PADD, partially obscured by a plant with deep green leaves. They can’t have seen you, and Discovery is not the only ship docked here. There must be half a dozen captains on the base at least.

“Everything is delicious. Please pass along our compliments to the chef.”

You finish your mains, a little closer to the window than before. Then you linger over dessert. And a cheese board. And coffee. Before Tilly and Burnham finally leave. At least the view keeps changing.

The mess hall is bustling with the alpha shift breakfast crowd when you catch up with Commander Nhan. She has finished eating, and is reading a PADD over a cup of what looks like some type of tea. You put your tray down on her table, with your Greek yoghurt and fresh fruit, orange juice, Americano and—

“Flower candies!” Her eyes light up as she takes them, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her so animated before. “I didn’t think you’d actually manage...” she carefully unpeels the red flower shaped sticker that seals the bag, and gently shakes a little flower shaped sweet into her hand.

She shuts her eyes as she savours the taste.

“Thank you.” She says, fervent. “But how did you find them?”

“And what are they?” Lieutenant Bryce asks, as he and Rhys join you at the table.

“They’re Barzanian flower candies. C—Captain Pike got them for her from the Starbase – apparently Commander Nguyen is a bit of a connoisseur of non-Federation delicacies. I’m just playing messenger.”

And then you realise it’s 07:00, and if they think too hard about things—

But happily they’re asking for one each to try, and Nhan is telling them how she would have them as a special treat after the first day of school every year, and you spend the rest of breakfast chatting with her, Rhys and Bryce about your schooldays.

She gives you a candy, too. It tastes a little like ripe strawberries and roses.

Even after Discovery has had yet another exciting day, with the confrontation with the Ba’ul, you still have to take care of routine matters. Like today’s the day you have to take your quarterly hypos.

And as you walk into sickbay, you nearly walk into Chris on his way out.

“Captain,” you say, off balance. Somehow, you’d forgotten that he would be here for the same reason as you.

“Lieutenant,” he says, with a sparkle in his eye.

Doctor Pollard is thoughtful as she conducts her exam and gives you your shots. She’s clearly wondering about the coincidence, but the first thing you did, before you had even arrived on Discovery, was to have Chris hack their copy of your records to remove any mention of your relationship status. And thank goodness for doctor-patient confidentiality – she can’t outright ask because she’d have to tell you why Chris had been here.

Still it’s yet another close call.

You’re in Engineering when Discovery encounters the time rift, helping Reno with recalibrating some sensors. Accounting for quantum drift was something you’d worked with Louvier on the sensors in the Enterprise’s intermix chamber, and you were happy to do the same for Discovery.

But even as a physicist, you can’t do anything without data, as Chris points out to you in the corridor outside engineering when he lets you know that he’s going to pilot a shuttle close to the anomaly.

“Come back safe,” you say, hands clasped behind your back to keep from reaching out to him.

“I will,” he replies as he nods and leaves.

“Does Captain Pike always check with his junior science staff before going on away missions?” Reno raises an inquisitive brow as you return to where you were working.

You huff a laugh, awkward. “He just knows my interest in phenomena like this. He wants me to be ready to help with the analysis when he returns.” You enter a couple more commands. “I think this is ready to test now; Discovery’s drive is a little different to the Enterprise’s, but I think we’ve made the correct adjustments...”

Lucky for you, Reno loves engines more than gossip.

Given Spock’s news about the end of all sentient life, winning a bet seemed a little trivial. But then, you thought, isn’t triviality worth fighting for? The ability to be whimsical? A part of what it actually means to be sentient? So—

“I fail to see the logic of this deception. Surely your fleet connections, or even your parents, could get you an equivalent beverage? Even if alcohol consumption was logical, which I contend it is not.”

“You’d think.” Chris shrugs. Despite the circumstances his relief at having Spock back and in one piece is palpable. “Ask Number One about the logic, Lieutenant.”

“Very well, Captain, Lieutenant. I will not contradict this lie. Unless I am asked directly – Vulcans do not dissemble.”

You make a point to spend at least some time in your own quarters every day, so you head there after your chat with Spock and Chris in the ready room. And that’s good, because not long after the door chimes. It’s Ensign Tilly.

“Do you play Kadis-kot? A few of us are meeting up in the mess hall for a game, and I just wondered if you’d like to join us?”

“Kadis-kot? I would love to. I haven’t played in years.”

You think, on your way to the mess hall, that a games night is a good idea for crew morale. You may have Spock back but you’re fugitives now, with everything else, which is a weird feeling. It must be even stranger for Chris, too. His belief in Starfleet has been the guiding principle of his life for years. You know you’re doing the right thing, but it must be tough for him.

“I’m beginning to think you invited me here just so you could beat me,” you complain, after successive humiliating defeats to Tilly and Airiam.

“Oh didn’t I tell you? I don’t play against them anymore. They’re too good.” Detmer grins from where she’s playing across from Owo.

“Would I do such a thing?” Tilly grins, as the mess hall door opens.

“Would you do what, Ensign?” Chris asks as he walks in, and of course everyone goes quiet. “At ease, everyone. Just wanted to check you’re all okay. I’m not here to shut anything down.”

“Would I invite the Lieutenant to games night just to have someone new to beat at Kadis-kot, Captain. And the answer is no. Definitely not.” Conversation starts up again, though perhaps a little more muted than before.

“Would you like to play?” You ask before you really think. You figure you’ve got a decent chance of beating him, since you’ve never heard him mention playing. But then you realise everyone is looking at you both.

“I—” he looks round the room. “Better not. I have some matters to attend to. Enjoy your evening.”

“I wish you could’ve stayed for Kadis-kot, Chris. This is a great crew.” You’re in your pyjamas, sitting together on the sofa in his quarters. You lean against him, your head on his shoulder, as he finishes up a bit of work on his PADD.

“Yeah, they are. I’m happy you had fun.” He sets the PADD down and twists, putting his arms around you and pulling your close.

“I... had a strange experience today. Do you remember I told you about Vina? I met her right before you came aboard at the Vega colony.”

“I remember... and the aliens who got into your mind. That was Talos IV, wasn’t it? Where we got Spock? You said you wished you hadn’t left her behind in that dream world.”

“I saw her, today. The Talosians used their projection to let me know to come and get Spock and Burnham, and to trick Section 31 into thinking they had them. She said they had made an illusion of me, for her. But I was thinking... I’m a different person to who I was when I met her. Thanks to you. Things haven’t been easy, for any of us, with missing the war, and all that meant, but...” he squeezes you, and you relax against his strong body. “I love you. I’m grateful for you every day.”

You share one glance with Admiral Cornwell, and you don’t know her well, but her raised brow and tilted head is enough to show you that she knows about the bet too. You know Chris has been keeping Number One updated with your progress, but you’re impressed that she would have thought of warning the admiral. Chris might have gotten away with telling her about the bet, but you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t have had time when she came aboard and now with everything that’s happened with the section 31 base and losing Commander Airiam, it wouldn’t be appropriate.

Either way, you hustle to a science lab to prepare some data on wormholes for Saru. You aren’t entirely convinced by this plan to risk Burnham’s life to capture the Red Angel, but you do know that once Spock has decided on a logical course, it’s almost impossible to dissuade him from it.

The one non-Discovery person you’re pretty sure doesn’t know you or know that you’re the captain’s wife is Captain Philippa Georgiou. And although Chris mentioned her when she was wrongly reported as dead, he only knew her in passing. Hadn’t met her for years. You saw her in the distance once you think, at a conference, but there’s no way she’d remember you from all the other science officers that were there.

So it’s a surprise when she looks you up and down, and laughs. “It figures you would be here as well. The universe really likes its parallels.”

“Captain?” You say, confused. “I don’t think we’ve met...”

“I’m sorry Lieutenant. You just remind me of someone I used to know.” Her expression goes shrewd. “She could hide her feelings. And she was protective, too. She—” Georgiou stops, and smiles, but it’s a sharp expression, only a tiny trace of warmth there. “But never mind. She’s a long way away now.”

You puzzle over that interaction for a while, but you don’t figure it out.

“I’m going down to Boreth. To the monastery, to retrieve a time crystal. I thought I’d better come and let you know.” Part of you pays attention to his unspoken, “before I risk my life yet again”. But for once the physicist wins out over the wife, and you feel your excitement growing.

“A time crystal? So we can send the sphere data to the future still? Let me come with you. I can help you pick; I can analyse—”

“Woah there. This isn’t a physics thing. This is a sacred thing, for the Klingons, at any rate.”

You exhale, trying to put your thoughts in order.

“That may be the case, but you can’t deny that it is scientific too. Time is a fundamental concept of physics, after all. I’m the most qualified. Even more so than Burnham, Spock, or Stamets. And... Surely Chancellor L’Rell can’t object to you bringing your wife with you? A lot of cultures view marriage as a sacred bond.”

Chris spoke to the Chancellor again, privately. Tenavik, the monk, took some convincing. But in the end you took hold of the crystal together, and—

Chris said, afterwards, that L’Rell and Tyler had asked what had happened, and he hadn’t been able to tell them. And you never spoke of it, apart from to Chris. What you had seen – the future you had chosen in exchange for the crystal – you know there is pain in it. And you shed tears when you finally have a chance to speak about it, in the privacy of your quarters back on the Enterprise. But you take comfort, eventually, from knowing you’ll go through it together.

The news that Discovery is going to be destroyed is a shock. She’s a good ship, and, you think as you spend five minutes gathering up the few things you brought with you from your quarters, you’re going to miss her. You wonder if some of the crew can make permanent moves to the Enterprise when all this is over.

Unlike you, Chris does not travel light. You understand – it’s important for him to have a working environment that’s comfortable for him to spend time in, and welcoming so that the crew feel like they can pull up a chair and get their problems off their chests. Thing is in a situation like this, you know that not all his stuff will make it back. He is packing up his quarters, so you go to the ready room. As you thought, everything is still there. You eye the furniture. Most of that is replaceable, and the decorations... you can probably pack a couple of the pots, at least, and his sculpture. But the lightning table. That’s a memory from his childhood, and you don’t want him to lose it. You can’t carry it, but you could use Enterprise’s cargo transporter, and unlike the pots it’s probably sturdy enough to survive in the cargo bay for a day or two.

You press a control on the desk. “Discovery to Crewman Carmichael.”

“Carmichael here,” comes her voice, sounding a little harried.

“Listen, it’s me. Can you do me a huge favour? I’ll owe you. I need you to beam the captain’s desk over.”

“Oh, Um. Of course. If it’s for Captain Pike. Are you there with it now?”

“Yes. I’ve put my communicator on it. Just lock on to that signal.”

You watch as the table dematerialises.

“I’ve got it.”

“Thank you,” you say, fervent. “I’ll see you soon. Discovery out.”

“Lieutenant?” You turn, startled. You hadn’t noticed the door open. Saru is standing there, head tilted to one side.

“Commander, I—I just wanted to take care of some things for the Captain. I—um... thought he would be busy.”

Saru nods. “A good thought, Lieutenant. However you should go to the transfer corridor now. Quickly – there is little time remaining.”

You can’t get out the ready room fast enough.

Finally, you’re at the entrance to the transfer tunnel, from Discovery to Enterprise. You’ve never seen transfer tunnels deployed before outside a drill, and those don’t happen often.

“Lieutenant? Wait up.” You turn to see Ensign Tilly, carrying a duffel bag.

“Ensign, are you okay? Losing Discovery... this is your first ship, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is... I—” she shakes her head. “I’m not thinking about it because I’ll cry. But I...” she smiles, but she has a slight look of trepidation.

“I have a confession to make, and it’s been killing me not to say anything because I hate keeping secrets but we’re technically not on Discovery anymore, so...” she takes a breath. “I—I know you are the captain’s wife. I’ve known this whole time.”

You blink, momentarily floored. “You what—? You—you knew? The whole time? How?”

“When Captain Pike took command of Discovery, when we were transferring the command codes over, I accidentally accessed his records. I was flustered already because he’s him, you know? The most decorated captain in the fleet? And he’d pretended I hurt him and uh. Yeah. His service record ended up on the main view screen, but his personal file was on my console and... I saw your name.”

She sighs. “I was mortified, and I reached out to Number One before the Enterprise was towed. But she thought it was hilarious and told me not to worry, that I needn’t say anything to him, that the captain would probably like to keep his personal life… personal. And then she got your temporary transfer orders from Admiral Cornwell, and...” she waves a hand.

“Who else knew?”

“A lot of us? Number One told Saru, and I had already told Michael and my close friends, so most of the senior staff, at least, but... but it’s not what you think.” She frowns. “I mean it is partly what you think. She did say she’d get the whole crew shore leave on Risa if we didn’t give it away. And you were good, too, apart from nearly choking and trying to hide in that restaurant on the Starbase; we couldn’t believe you didn’t know we’d seen you, that you waited until we left, but um...” she stops in the middle of the transfer corridor to look at you, before realising where she is and starting to walk again. “She said when you joined the Enterprise, you weren’t married to the captain. So the crew there know you as you. But here? She didn’t want you to be isolated, as the Captain’s Wife, not a person in your own right. People can be weird about captains, with the authority. I’m going to be a captain some day; I know it can be isolating. But you didn’t sign up for that. So we wanted you to feel like you were among friends. Family.”

Despite where you are, and the awkwardness of dealing with bags, you stop and give Ensign Tilly a quick hug.

You report to Engineering after you’ve dropped your stuff off in your quarters, and you spend the battle with control with Louvier and his team, trying to keep the ship moving. After it’s all over you pick up a dermal regenerator from sickbay and treat the burns you got from an exploding power relay yourself, while being there for your husband.

“You’re a Captain, Chris. You’d know better than me – what’s the fanciest restaurant in San Francisco? The one you’d take off-world dignitaries to? I owe Number One dinner.”

Chris looks dashing in his tuxedo, beautifully fitted, and finished off with a bow tie. Una looks stunning in a deep red off the shoulder cocktail dress. And you could tell by the look on Chris’s face and the kiss he gave you when you showed him your dress that you look pretty good too.

Dinner was exquisite – a tasting menu of dishes from across the Federation, paired with locally produced wines from California, and the three of you sit, relaxed, with your glasses.

“So are either of you going to tell me what was behind this dinner? You can’t be buttering me up to get me to serve as your first officer because I already do.”

“Well I don’t really know why we’re here.” Chris smiles at you, fond. “Though I’m glad we are.”

You take a breath. “Actually, Una, I wanted to say thank you. For that bet, on Discovery. It seems pretty moot, now, but... I appreciate what you did for me, to make my tour on the ship that much easier. So that things weren’t weird with the crew.”

Chris looks at you, puzzled. “Ensign Tilly knew we were married all along, Chris. She said she saw it on your personnel record the first day you got there. But when I transferred, Una here told her and the rest of the crew about the bet, and challenged them not to let us know.”

“Ensign Tilly.” He shakes his head, turning to Number One, who is smiling, looking completely unabashed. “So you were playing both sides against each other all along.” He looks at her, almost respectful, before turning back to you. “And you didn’t say anything, let me come out here… Talk about blindsided—” he tips his head back, roaring with the first genuine laughter you’ve seen in a while and you catch it too, laughing until your face is sore.

“What—what was in it for them?” He asks, finally beginning to recover himself.

“I said I’d get them shore leave on Risa. I would’ve, too,” she adds, at his quizzical expression. “Admiral Mwangi,” she says, wiping her eyes. That clearly means something to Chris because he nods.

“So... it was a bottle of Bowmore, wasn’t it? Although I’m not sure we could have ever won it fairly...”

“I think you won it,” Una says, tone magnanimous. “Especially after this dinner. Just—”

“I know. The first drink is to the Discovery.”

*****

Endnotes: Class J Starships and Delta radiation are no longer a thing. Something else happens instead. I will not elaborate.

Your mirror self is also a Lieutenant on the Enterprise. Although Mirror!Pike is a very capable Captain, who has the respect of his crew, every now and then you might need to... sort out... a threat. Before it becomes more serious. That's how your mirror self looks after her husband.

#Christopher Pike #Christopher Pike x Reader #Christopher Pike x You #Star Trek Discovery #request #writings of the girl from outer space #nonny #star trek discovery #Sylvia Tilly #star trek fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #tangled web

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Star Wars vs. Star Trek

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

This is my entry for the secret fic swap that was organized by the ever amazing @imagining-in-the-margins

The person I got was- @sunlight-moonrise who is an amazing little bunny that I love

Thankies all around to my lovely helpers @definitelynotkatesblog , @clean-bands-dirty-stories and @httpnxtt Plus I was inspired by all the asks that @reidscardigan gets, it fuels my smutty thoughts!

Warnings: Jealous!Spencer, Rough sex, Impact play (on the heavy side), Face fucking, Light degradation, Choking, Bruising/Marking, Hair Pulling, Unprotected sex, and Orgasm Denial

A/N: I had a great time writing this I think its one of my best works! Feel free to drop a request in my inbox if you have a request (No duplicate requests please)

Word count: 3.6K

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Spencer and I finally have some vacation time, and my god it feels like it’s been forever. We both worked ridiculously hard at the BAU, so Hotch had finally determined that it was time for the team’s mandatory two-week break this year.

As soon as we got home the both of us stripped of our work clothes and cuddled up on the couch to watch some movies. Spencer had the remote in his hand scrolling through to find a movie, the cursor landed on Star Trek. I could feel his puppy dog eyes looking up at me through his glasses that he only wore at home trying to convince me into letting him choose it. “Noooo Spencer, we watched it last week” I groaned. Sometimes it felt like your relationship was Spencer and Spock, and you as the delightful third wheel. “Ok what about a different one? We don’t have to watch any of the vintage ones, the new movies aren’t my favorite but they’re still extraordinary pieces of film art!” he ranted enthusiastically. “No, why don’t we watch Star Wars?” I begged, he knew it was my favorite but still insisted that Star Trek was better. “No, because I know you’ll ask to watch the sequels and I don’t like them, the story is just a repeat of the originals.” his eyes rolled and I was surprised they didn’t get stuck in the back of his head. Spencer and I have had this argument many times. The back and forth on which series was better was exhausting but so exhilarating. “Star Wars looks better, has better music, and better plot lines overall!” My voice slightly raised, I hated it when he tried to prove me wrong about this. Star Wars was my cemented favorite just as his was Star Trek. “Star Wars has straight up inaccuracies while Star Trek has improbabilities, not outright errors.” Spencer snarked back. I could tell neither of us were going to win this debate anytime soon. We always ended up in a shouting match about why we thought our favorite series was better. “Fuck you! I’m right, Star Wars is so much better! I mean look at Kylo Ren, he’s so much better then Kirk or Spock!” Spencer’s face turned into an expression mixed with jealousy and rage. “And look how good he looks during that interrogation scene!” I continued. “You think he’s hot?!” He accused profiling the look I had on my face as I was talking about Kylo “What are you jealous of a fictional character?” I asked mockingly, a knowing smirk adorning my face. Maybe I could get him riled up enough to get something else out of tonight. “N-no of course not that’s absurd!” He squeaked out, giving away how he truly felt. A coquettish smirk grew on my face as I got an evil idea. I deftly snuck my hands into my sleep shorts, slipping under my cotton panties and started to rub soft circles on my clit, not fully giving myself the stimulation that I desired. Spencer’s eyes bugged out of his head getting whiplash from the conversation switch. “Kylo” I moaned out with a simper, gathering my slick arousal I slid down my folds, pushing a finger inside, immediately crooking the digit to locate my g spot. I wanted to push Spencer to the edge of jealousy till he snapped. He got practically feral if I worked him up enough. I continued my descent into a selfish climax- adding another finger, as I picked up the speed of my thrusts into my dripping heat. My mind was so lost in the pleasure I forgot Spencer was there- until my hand was violently jerked from my pussy by a tight clasp on my forearm, just before I was about to fall into bliss. “What do you think you're doing?” Spencer spat.

That voice was usually reserved for unsubs, which served to further dampen my panties, his mind had switched into his dominant persona that was prevalent in the bedroom. “Just indulging myself, Spencer, since you won’t.” I bit back, irritated I’d been brought back from the edge of toe-curling bliss. He shot me a harsh look and tightened his grip on my arm, a warning if you will. I could tell I had just gotten myself into deep trouble, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to rile him up further. “Get in the bedroom and strip. You’ve earned yourself a punishment, brat.” His tone had gotten down right deadly at this point, but I didn’t let that deter me. I was on a mission. I decided to further dig myself in a hole by ignoring his order, simply crossing my arms and turning my head away. I could feel his bitter gaze boring into the back of my skull as I continued to defy his order, my excitement pooling in anticipation for the brutal punishment I’d surely earned. We sat like that for a while- refusing to break out of my sass, and him making sure that I was really ready for what he had in store for me. My legs started to squirm, the tension was almost unbearable. Just before I was about to give him another smart remark his other hand shot out to my leg, holding it firmly so I was no longer moving. A surprised squeak escaped my lips as Spencer flipped me onto my stomach, my knees coming to rest on the floor and my chest pressed into the couch. I tried to regain my balance in an attempt to crawl away from him but he quickly moved to hover over my form, boxing me in with his arms. “Are you trying to get in more trouble, Dolly?” he asked, his tone dark and condescending. A pathetic little whimper escaped my throat. When I failed to reply quick enough by his standards, a large palm came down on my backside, forcing an answer out of me.

“Yes! I’m sorry Sir, I was trying to get in t-trouble.” “Tsk tsk. Only bad girls like punishment, Doll.” He sounded disappointed. I dug my nails into the plush and hid my face into the cushion, trying to escape from under his heavy gaze. He pulled my hands to rest behind my back, tying my hands with what felt like a drawstring from sweatpants. He’d learned to improvise during our time together; had he left to find more appropriate rope, there was no guarantee I’d be in the same position he left me in by the time he got back. He snaked his hands through my hair, yanking hard to pull my body flush against his own. “Color?” He asked quickly, checking in with me, which only made the situation hotter-what can I say? Consent is sexy. “Green” I replied with a grin. Being disciplined was always exhilarating. “What’s my punishment, Sir?” He let go of the grip on my hair, his hands swiftly moving to remove my shorts and now soaked cotton thong, revealing my bare bottom to him. I rubbed my legs together trying to get some sort of friction but was interrupted by Spencer wrenching my legs apart. “You do that again I’ll add 20 more and you’ve already earned yourself 40- plus a little extra something.” His words hummed against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver trickling down my spine. I groaned in protest and tried to wiggle myself away from him, his hand coming down onto my left cheek in response. “Doll-“ He warned sharply. “If you keep this up I won't let you cum for a week.” His words shook me to my sassy core; I was greedy and there was no way I was going to get myself in more trouble. “I’m sorry...” I muttered into the couch cushion. “Say it louder, Dolly.” The sing song tone/cadence of his voice felt like a trap- contrasted to his previously dark tone and warning smack brought down on my backside. “I’m really sorry, Sir!” I shouted. With my cry, I gave up control to Spencer entirely. He loved when I acted like this, no matter how angry he pretended to be. “Do you mean it this time?” I could hear the devilish smile on his lips. “Yes!” I confirmed on a shaky breath. I was done fighting him. “You’re so good to me a-and I shouldn’t have tried to make you jealous.”

Although he couldn’t see my eyes, I put on my biggest, sweetest set of puppy dog eyes to really drive my point home.

“So you’re going to sit pretty and take your spankings like a good girl, right?”

I nodded sheepishly, secretly hoping that maybe, just maybe if I was good enough that I might get to come tonight. He let me stew in my thoughts for a minute before resuming his assault on my behind. His hand gripped both cheeks into his palms, kneading the tender flesh that was about to be covered in black and blue handprints. As the first strikes landed on my right side, he grabbed a blanket for me to cuddle into as he landed each smack, his full strength being used in each one, exhibiting just how much I pissed him off. My nerves were prickling, my ass had already started to sting and he hadn’t even reached the 10th strike. I’d definitely be able to feel the pain for the next week- maybe longer. Teardrops started to coat from my lashes onto my cheeks as he switched to the left cheek. By the time he’d reached the halfway mark, the blanket had become soaked by my uncontrolled muffled sobs. His rhythm never faltered as he continued to pepper the now-raw skin of my bottom with more punishing blows. “What are you?” He finally spoke as he was nearing the end of his count, my fingers digging into my palms to help me get through the last few. “I’m a bad girl, Sir” I pathetically whimpered into the blanket.

A brutal THWACK landed against my backside, letting me know he was looking for me to use my big girl voice. A sob raked through my chest, sending more tears down the blushed apples of my cheeks. “I’M A BAD GIRL, SIR!” My bruised bottom felt like it had been burned by hot coals with welts forming as evidence, as Spencer drew out the last few at a languid pace. When he finally finished, he dropped his head down to plant kisses on each injured cheek, a sign of appreciation for behaving. “You dirty girl, you're getting off to this ” He said matter of factly, moving to run his finger through my drenched folds, his fingers probed my entrance trying to get me more worked up. Surging forward, he replaced his fingertips with his tongue stirring a fire deep in my belly, placing delicate kitten licks along my folds. My body writhed against his touch and for a moment, I thought I might get off easy. Until, again, he pulled away just as I was about to shatter into a million pieces. “Sirrrrr, please?” I begged, my clit was throbbing in tandem with the blood pounding under the skin of my raw and tender bottom. His threat from earlier became evident- he wasn’t going to let me cum easily. “No, Doll, you still haven’t proven that you’re sorry enough.” He roughly yanked me off the sofa, positioning me on my knees in front of him, his clothed cock sitting right in my eye-line. The sweatpants that he had dawned were taken off quickly, I drank in the sight of his hard cock through tear-stained eyes. “Color?” He asked while cradling my jaw. The realization hit me, and I became blissfully aware of one thing: he was about to fuck my face. “Green.” I was always happy to give Spencer pleasure, and to see all the power just my mouth had over him was insanely erotic to me. He gripped his cock in one hand, pulling my chin down to open my mouth with the other. I stuck out my tongue for him and leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the head of his erection to begin gently sucking. Precum filled my mouth as I started to bob my head, working my way farther down his length each time until I reached the base of his cock. I choked slightly, my nose nuzzling against the hairs of his waistline. He gripped my hair on both sides with each of his hands and did a shallow experimental thrust forward, giving me a taste of what was coming. My eyes screwed shut as he set a fast pace, his tip hitting the back of my throat, tears starting to prick at the corners of my eyes again. The hardwood grinding against my knees sourced a new pain, but all I was focused on was the cock being shoved down my throat and pleasuring the man it was attached to. “Open your eyes, Doll. I want you to see what you do to me.” I glanced up with my glassy red rimmed eyes to gaze at the beautiful sight of Spencer, his head was tilted back, sweat coating his ruffled curls, with his mouth hung open in a silent gasp. Even through my tears I could see this man was an angel. I groaned, somehow I was even more turned on, so much so that I could feel a pool forming on the floor from my arousal. He rutted harder into my mouth signaling that he was close to his release, drool was now dripping from the sides of my mouth, wetting the thin material of my pajama top. Hot spurts shot down my throat with a strangled cry from him. Tasting his salty release on my tongue, I drank him in, savoring every last drop he had to give me. As he pulled himself out of my mouth, the string of spit connecting my lips to the head of his cock snapped, falling down my chin. Saltwater still cascading down my cheeks met with the mess on my chin, creating a messy mixture. Spencer pressed a thumb to my cheek, pushing the few drops of cum that escaped along with some spit into my mouth. “You being a cry baby, Dolly?” he cooed condescendingly, wiping away the drops that accumulated onto my cheek bones as I sent him a little pout. “You should’ve thought about the consequences before you broke the rules, Doll.” Turning me around, he pressed my chest into the coffee table across from the couch. Though I still had on my shirt, the cold surfaces rubbed against my sensitive nipples making them harden to a peak. He hadn’t done anything for a minute, so I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing. I was met with a harsh tug at my jaw forcing it to prop up facing the tv. The television flicked to life flooding the screen with the Disney+ logo I tried to glance back again to shoot him an incredulous look, but again I was repositioned roughly to stare at the screen. He clicked through until landing on the Force Awakens. My brows furrowed, but I decided not to push my luck by asking any questions. He pressed play and started fast forwarding until he landed on the scene I had been referencing that got in me trouble in the first place. Kylo Ren graced the screen, starting his interrogation with Rey. Was he going to sit here and make me watch it? Was he going to let me cum? Or was he going to edge me the whole night and hang me out to dry? I was snapped out of my thoughts by a tug at my neck, his palms wrapping around like a necklace, pulling my torso up so that my eyes locked perfectly to the moving figures on the screen. “You think he could fuck you better then I can, Doll?” he ground out. “That pathetic boy compensates with his saber, yet you have the whole package right here sweetheart.” I gasped and wriggled at his words, becoming down right desperate to have him do anything to me. He finally relented, dragging his free hand up my folds, still just barely touching me- ghosting around my clit. He sucked dark bruises into my neck, and as his teasing touches continued, I impatiently whined. “Please, Sir I need you.” “Why should I? You have Kylo don’t you?” “I already said I’m sorry, Sir! And I mean it really!” My begs filled our apartment, loud enough to completely mask the sound of the movie. I had been completely ignoring the film, focusing solely on trying to gain some sort of pleasure from the man endlessly denying it. “Ok, Dolly but only if you promise to never do it again.” I tried my best to nod against his vise grip on the column of my throat. He deftly snuck two fingers into my pussy, fitting snugly inside of me causing my body to unconsciously move my lower half against him. He started to pump and curl them, expertly hitting the perfect spot each time making stars appear behind my eyes. Suddenly he removed his fingers, quickly replacing it with something far more satisfying before I could complain. His cock bottomed out, filling me to the hilt eliciting a surprised squeak from me. He always made me feel so full-it felt like heaven. His hips propelled forward starting a rough rhythm that left almost no room to breathe, the movie had been completely muffled by our moans and sounds of slapping skin, a heavy dose of sex lingering in the air. His thrusts were irritating the already brutalized flesh off my ass, but the stinging sensation just aided in ecstasy that flowed through my veins. “You look so much prettier with these bruises.” He grunted as I tried to arch my back to a steeper angle so I could take him as deep as possible. “It shows everyone who’s mine, even if they are a fictional character.” Spencer was repeatedly hitting my g spot sending me closer and closer to the edge, but I knew I had to ask permission before I came. “Please, Sir, Please! I’m so close! Can I cum?” “Why do you think you deserve to cum Doll?” He asked, I should’ve known he was still going to throw one last tease in before letting me orgasm. “Because- I - I don’t know I just need it!” I let out a frustrated sob as he continued to thrust with reckless abandon. “Ok. Doll. Let. Go.” he said, accentuating each word with a sharp rock with his hips. My eyes rolled far into the back of my head as I was sent careening into pleasure, the coil that sat deep in my belly snapped, sending me into violent waves of pleasure. As I rode out my delicious high, Spencer’s hips stuttered and the grip on my neck was tightened as he shot ropes into me, stuffing me to the brim. He let go of my neck letting me relax my head onto the table. I’m sure I had a messy, freshly-fucked look on my face but I couldn’t be bothered to care.“Have you learned your lesson?” He asked once he had caught his breath. I nodded meekly, knowing full well I’d be back on my brattiest behavior as soon as these bruises faded. We both groaned as he slipped his softening cock from out of my folds. He slowly padded away to grab his items for aftercare-my favorite part. I had never had a partner show so much care for me like Spencer had. He came back with everything he needed and got to work, starting by cleaning my folds with a washcloth, then switching to a fresh one wiping the tears and spit away from my face. Aloe that he had made sure to warm up was then squirted onto my cheeks, he rubbed the liquid in softly massaging the abused flesh with gentle care. My limbs still felt like jello when it was time to stand, so Spencer helped guide me into new clean pajamas, he even made sure to pick out the velvet ones I liked, they always felt like little soft caresses were being peppered against my skin when I wore them. “You ok, Doll? You haven’t said anything.” He whispered gently, as if afraid he’d startle me. “Yeah” I croaked.My voice had been thoroughly abused throughout the night making rasp harder than normal. “Just feel a little woozier than normal.” He quickly enveloped my form into a hug, drawing me in close so I could smell the cologne that made itself a part of everything he owned. Sitting us both down on the couch, he found as many blankets and as possible making a little fort of warmth around us.

“I’m sorry I was harsh, Doll.” “No no, I liked it, it was just intense.” My scratchy voice obviously made him cringe. “So you are jealous of a fictional character?” I cheekily quipped to try and cheer him up. He let out a chuckle in response and started to ghost little butterfly kisses all across my face.

“I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “Sing to me?” I asked softly. I cherished his horrible singing with all my heart, it made me soft and mushy on the inside. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear how much I love you, please don’t take my dolly away.” I started to drift to sleep even though I was fighting to giggle at Spencer’s croaky singing. Despite his god awful singing in my ear, sleep found me, whisking me away to the land of sweet dreams. I drifted off in his arms, knowing I was his good girl- knowing he would love and cherish me until the ends of the Earth.

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #Criminal Minds #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds smut #Smut #fluff #aftercare #spencer reid fluff #comfort #criminal minds fanfiction

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noitsbecky127 · 3 years ago

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rebecca watches tos: i, mudd

a guy said “morning sir. doctor” to spock and bones and bones has decided this is Wrong somehow

bones you just described spock

fair point, it’s definitely out of the ordinary for a human, but even so idk if it necessarily means there’s something wrong

god these two cannot stand each other I love them

oh ok there’s definitely something wrong, but mostly bc the new crewman just KNOCKED A GUY OUT

so basically you’ve lost control of the enterprise at this point

oh and now he’s on the bridge, we haven’t even gotten to “space the final frontier” yet and things are already fucked

…we?

oh christ it’s androids again?

ok so where’s the ship GOING

obv I know it’s that mudd dude bc of the summary but why is he doing this

so they just have a deactivated android in the middle of the bridge now?

oh he awakens

the android said please. I love this show

ah here he is, harry mudd

“jamie boy” idk whether I love or hate that

what does mudd want with them though

what so he’s just gonna…keep them here? indefinitely? why though

christ how many identical female androids does he have

500?! who the FUCK needs 500 identical female androids

“which you, unfortunately, are ill-equipped to appreciate” damn even mudd can tell spock is gay

jim: did you pay royalties to the owners of these patents mudd: *bluescreens* spock: he did not pay royalties

I was CONVINCED that the Federation didn’t do money anymore but TOS references it WAY too much for that to be a thing, so where did this idea come from

listen fuck cops and all that but I have no sympathy for mudd

I love Jim translating Mudd’s sugarcoating of what happened into what he actually did

so who made these androids, it certainly wasn’t mudd

“they won’t let me go, they want to study me” ah ok so you brought the enterprise crew here to replace you so you can leave

oh and he complains about the nagging wife too, I hate him even more now

oh damn these guys came from andromeda

“because we don’t like you, now bupbupbup” captain kirk being eloquent as ever

well everyone knows they’re in trouble at least

spock is doing his best

“don’t you believe in male androids” jim your bisexual is showing

of course the woman’s intrigued by the possibility of eternal beauty, why wouldn’t she be, what else would I expect from the 60s

“jim you should see the research facilities” honestly that’s in character for bones

why is scotty here

well if EVERYONE on the enterprise is beamed down, who’s gonna get them back up?

ah, that’s the idea

fucking mudd

chekov is just having the time of his life lmao

better than leningrad? that’s probably high praise, wow

oh boy they’ve suckered in scotty with good engineering

they’re bluescreening the android now huh

“it’s a beautiful lady and we love her!” fuck dude it sure is

I love how Jim keeps asking for his ship like the answer will be different this time

oh so now the androids are just taking the enterprise for themselves, can’t decide whether that’s better or worse

“how do you know so much?” “i asked them” “oh”

oh so there ARE male androids then

so they just gotta confuse the androids?

“I fail to understand why I should care to induce my mother to purchase falsified patents” that tracks, we know Spock loves his mom

bones’s best weapon: his hyposprays

this makes no sense, uhura would never betray them

oh ok, it was a fake betrayal, love that for them

wrf is this dance routine they’ve got going on here

what is chekov DOING

I think they just broke these two androids

did spock just try to nerve pinch the android

spock had to say illogical things. worst day of his life

scotty is a very good actor

this is a goddamn improv skit I stg

improv fucking killed the androids

a classic paradox also killed the androids

spock out here claiming he doesn’t feel unhappiness as if he isn’t canonically a sad drunk

“as long as you continue to be an irritant, harry” so, forever

the nagging wife wins 😌

I fucking love this show

#star trek liveblog #star trek tos liveblog #star trek the original series liveblog #star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #liveblogging #i mudd

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spockbag · 2 years ago

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Puberty - Charlie X extra scene

Some awkward dialogue about biology…

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‘Did you have similar trouble growing up Spock? I know I did, all those hormones swirling around when you had your first crush on a girl…?’ Kirk asked, his eyes twinkling.

‘I can assure I did not Sir’ Spock raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Kirk smiled. ‘Oh really? Don’t young Vulcans go through puberty?’

‘Yes Captain but it is not like your human experience.’

‘So you never had those awkward growing pains, even though you’re half human?’

‘It was harder for me because of my human heritage, however I did not make a fool of myself for the sake of the opposite sex.’

‘Oh I see, never wanted a girl so much you thought you’d go mad?’

Spock was practically rolling his eyes. ‘It is hardly an appropriate thing to discuss.’

‘I am sorry Mr. Spock, -but I will take your silence as admonition’ he smirked. Loving nothing more than to tease him. It was so easy.

Spock was getting agitated. ‘I never -‘ he started. Then said quietly but seething ‘I may have been through puberty similar to you but I never ‘wanted a girl’ -as you put it.’ He got up. ‘Now if you’ll excuse me’. He abruptly left the bridge.

Kirk smiled. Then he paused a moment when he realised Spock had never left the bridge like that before while on duty... Why was he so worked up? It was only a silly joke. -wait, perhaps there was something Spock wasn’t telling him. -He never wanted a girl… meaning what ? Who did Spock want? If anyone… Kirk sat in silence for a while, wondering what he should he should do. If anything… He wanted to say - he understood - he liked men too - he didn’t mean to be such a brute. Oh Spock if only you knew, he shook his head. He decided to go after him.

He pressed the bell at Spock’s quarters. No answer. He tried again and waited. Eventually Spock opened the door.

’Captain, apologies for leaving my post, I will return immediately.’

’No Spock it’s alright. I came to apologise to you.’

’It’s of no consequence Captain, I… -overreacted.’ Kirk raised his eyebrow.

’Can I come in?’ He said. Spock moved aside and the door closed on them.

’The truth is Spock I was being insensitive and I should know better.’ Spock was looking elsewhere in the room avoiding eye contact.

’Really Captain we needn’t discuss it.’

’Well if you say so but I wanted you to know, we humans are progressive peoples for the most part, we can love whoever we want to on Earth and in the stars, without fear of judgement…’ Spock was now staring at him, speechless. ‘And we don’t have to hide who we really are anymore, stigma around sexuality has decreased dramatically over the last 100 years.’

’Thats well and good sir, may I ask the purpose of this history lesson?’ His sass was returning.

’I was wondering if its different on Vulcan?’

’Yes, -quite different’ Spock became sombre again.

’Spock I- well I, I wanted to say sorry,’

’You already did so sir,’

’I mean, I’m sorry that Vulcan hasn’t accepted you, the real you…’ he trailed off. ‘But Earth does, -I -do…’ he had not planned this far ahead and was starting to feel out of control. Spock looked concerned. And for a moment it was quiet. ‘Looks like I’ve said too much, -I’ll go’ Kirk began toward the door.

‘No, wait Captain -Thank you’ He reached and grabbed Kirks arm. ‘I am ashamed that I let myself be that emotional on the bridge, I’m hoping it was only you who noticed.’ He turned away again.

‘It’s nothing to be ashamed of Spock’

’My father and the rest of Vulcan would disagree..’ he mused.

’Well no disrespect to your father but I think I know you a little better than he does… -or at least I’d like to.’ he smiled, as Spock looked back at him. ‘Nothing could make me think less of you.’ - ‘In fact I - ought to tell you - I’m somewhat of a bisexual myself’ he smirked. Spock looked at him with a blank look. ‘Okay now I really have said too much-‘ he turned toward the door again.

’No Jim, -please understand- Vulcans do not discuss such things, so I am -unsure how to respond…’

’You don’t have to say anything Spock’ He said, touching his hand. Spock felt a strong sensation spreading from his hand up his arm. ‘But if you do think of something, you can always come to me.’ - ‘See you on the bridge’ And he walked out of Spock’s quarters.

#star trek edit #star trek tos #k/s #star trek fanfiction #coming out #space gays #bisexual James Kirk

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lovednotrusted · 4 years ago

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thoughts I have after watching Star Trek (2009) (major spoilers, you have been warned) for the first time:

- Kirk just like... spends most of the movie out of uniform? surely someone could have replicated one for him? (then I guess we wouldn’t have got that dramatic end scene where he’s in command gold)

- uhura. just. yes. (but why is she a lieutenant if she’s a cadet?? i’m confused) she is brilliant.

- chekov is adorable

- bones is pretty fun “goddamit jim, I’m a doctor!”

- pike why did you make this random cadet first officer I don’t understand you

- I called the redshirt death. v proud of myself

- sulu with his sword is just *chef’s kiss*

- oH I CAN DO THAT I CAN DO THAT I CAN DO THAT (chekov I love you)

- why is spock so good at punching people? surely that isn’t taught on Vulcan?!

- we barely got any amanda but I would protect her with my life (I mean. I know she’s dead. but still.)

- pretty ship. v pretty. gorgeous. she deserves to be the flagship.

- “it was logical” vs “I married her because I loved her” mr sarek sir don’t you think you could’ve saved your son a lot of trouble if you had just told him that outright?

anyways I’m bad at rating things but I’d probably give it like a 8/10? good movie nice starships but the chain of command makes no sense to me (to be fair my favourite show is discovery and that also has practically no coherent chain of command either so)

#star trek #star trek 2009 #star trek the not quite first #jj abrams #jj abrams reboots #jim kirk #spock #captain kirk #amanda grayson #sarek #pavel chekov #leonard bones mccoy #nyota uhura #hikaru sulu #uss enterprise #christopher pike #starfleet #should I make this a series??#carys rates stuff

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anonymousewrites · 11 months ago

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Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Three

Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Three: Clouded Sight

Summary: Spock and Kollos mind-link, which proves interesting and solves one problem, but there are always more to come.

On the Bridge, a small barrier had been set up around Spock’s station. Kollos’s container sat behind it, so when Spock stepped up with the visor in his hand, he was sure to be the only one to see Kollos.

(Y/N) touched Spock’s fingers with their own before he nodded to them and walked behind the screen. He knelt and opened the container. The green light shone from behind the screen. (Y/N) held their breath, closing their eyes and focusing on the emotions radiating around them. Kollos’s held no malice, just calm as he joined with Spock. (Y/N)’s shoulders sagged in relief that there was no danger in Kollos. At least this wouldn’t be like the situation with Henoch.

Spock-Kollos straightened behind the screen and walked out. The entire Bridge gazed at him curiously, wondering if it had worked. Kirk glanced at (Y/N), and they nodded. Kollos’s emotions radiated from Spock’s body.

Spock-Kollos looked over the bridge; their eyes only paused on (Y/N) and Jones. It wasn’t that much of a surprise to (Y/N), though. The Spock part loved them, and (Y/N) suspected the Kollos part loved Jones. Some people would get jealous of seeing their boyfriend’s body look lovingly at another person, but (Y/N) could differentiate between Spock and Kollos and knew their boyfriend only loved them, so seeing Kollos love Jones didn’t affect them.

Spock-Kollos smiled (though any emotion shown was likely more Kollos than Spock. Probably completely Kollos and not Spock. This was a little weird to see). “This is delightful. I know you…” said Spock-Kollos. “All of you!”

“James Kirk, Captain and friend for many years,” said Spock-Kollos. They smiled at Bones. “And Leonard McCoy…” They chuckled. “…also of long acquaintance.” Spock-Kollos’s eyes landed on (Y/N), and a wider smile spread across their face. “(Y/N)…who means more to me than I can say. ‘To see the bright eyes of the dear one.’ ” Spock-Kollos gazed happily at (Y/N)’s golden eyes as they crinkled in a smile.

“That’s not Spock,” said Bones as he heard the poetry.

Spock-Kollos’s smile fell, and they raised an eyebrow. “Are you surprised to find that I’ve read Byron, Doctor?”

(Y/N) snorted. Now that was definitely Spock’s mind.

“That’s Spock!” said Bones in delight.

“Am I addressing the Ambassador?” asked Kirk.

“In part,” said Spock-Kollos. “That is, part of us is known to you as Kollos.” Their eyes landed on Jones, and (Y/N) suppressed a smile as Kollos’s emotions spiked in happiness upon seeing her. “Ah, Miranda…There you are. ‘Oh brave new world that has such creatures in it.’ ”

“ ‘Tis new to thee,’ ” finished Jones.

“My world is next for us,” said Spock-Kollos. They gazed at her for a moment before turning to Kirk. “Captain Kirk, I speak for all of us you call Medusans. I am sorry for the trouble I’ve brought to your ship.”

“We don’t hold you to blame for what happened,” assured Kirk. “And thank you now for your help.

Spock-Kollos nodded. “And now, to the business at hand. With your permission, Captain.”

“Yes. Mr. Sulu, release the helm to Mr. Spock,” said Kirk.

“Aye, sir.” Sulu stood, and Spock-Kollos took his seat.

They get to work immediately. They worked the controls carefully with a skill very few possessed. “Coordination is complete.”

“Then go ahead, Spock, Ambassador Kollos,” said (Y/N).

“Warp 1 in six seconds,” said Spock-Kollos. “Five…four…three…two…one…zero.”

The Enterprise moved forward on a charter course back to their own galaxy. Lights flashed around them as they flew, but they didn’t stop. With a final bright explosion, the Enterprise broke back into their original galaxy.

“Position report, please, Mr. Chekov,” said Kirk.

“Our position…Our position is so close to the point where we entered the void that the difference isn’t worth mentioning,” said Chekov in amazement. “Bullseye, Mr. Spock.”

“Good job, Spock, Ambassador Kollos,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” said Spock-Kollos.

“Take over, Mr. Sulu,” said Kirk in satisfaction. “Thank you, Ambassador.” Spock-Kollos stood. “Mr. Chekov, plot a new course.”

“The new heading will be plotted in a minute, sir,” said Chekov.

Spock-Kollos felt their chest. “How compact your bodies are…and what a variety of senses you have!” They smiled broadly. “This thing you call language, though—most remarkable. You depend on it for so very much. But is any one of you really its master?” Their smile fell. “But most of all, the aloneness…You are so alone. You live out your lives in this shell of flesh, self-contained, separate…how lonely you are…how terribly lonely…”

(Y/N) shivered at the cloud of melancholy around Spock-Kollos. They could only imagine how Spock felt with his emotions so intertwined with the second mind in his body. “Ambassador…I believe it’s time to sever the link.”

“So soon?” asked Spock-Kollos with a frown.

“We can’t wait,” said (Y/N).

“You are wise,” said Spock-Kollos. They nodded and stepped around the screen. They knelt, and Kollos’s container opened.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened a fraction too late. “The visor!” they cried. “Spock!” He cried out, and (Y/N) covered their mouth in horror.

“Don’t move! No one is to move,” ordered Kirk.

“Spock? Are you alright?” asked (Y/N) hesitantly.

Spock stood, a wild look in his eyes, and a tinge of fear twirled across (Y/N)’s skin. Their eyes widened. He was deeply disturbed if he showed any sort of emotion.

“Spock, you’re alright. You’re safe,” said Kirk, holding out his hands.

Spock grabbed his wrists roughly, and they began to push at each other. Spock threw Kirk to the side, and Bones jumped up. Spock easily hit him aside, and even Sulu and Chekov were shoved away from him.

(Y/N) moved in front of Spock, and he faltered. Even in his insanity, his heart leapt at the sight of them. They reached out and touched his head, closing their eyes and drawing at his madness. Spock’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he collapsed, unconscious.

“He’s barely breathing,” said Bones grimly, quickly checking his pulse. “Help me get him to Sickbay!”

“Spock…” murmured (Y/N) worriedly. They couldn’t bring him out of this type of madness on their own. They looked at Jones. They needed a telepath. (Y/N)’s blood ran cold when they saw no concern in Jones’s aura.

(Y/N) sat beside Jones and Spock in Sickbay. As they kept the madness at bay, Jones attempted to bring Spock’s logical mind back. So far, they were having no luck, but (Y/N) had a terrible feeling Jones wasn’t trying as hard as she could.

Outside of the room, Kirk and Bones’s anger and worry at the situation filtered in like a cloud, and (Y/N) took a deep breath to focus. Their attention was taken, however, when Kirk walked into Sickbay.

“Who is it?” asked Jones. Her cloak of sensors lay on a table to the side.

“Captain Kirk,” said (Y/N).

“I have no news for you, Captain,” said Jones.

“No change?” asked Kirk.

“He’s…he’s struggling,” said (Y/N), voice hoarse.

“What are you doing about it, Dr. Jones? (L/N) is holding his madness at bay, aren’t you bringing Spock’s mind back?” asked Kirk.

“I’m doing what I can,” said Jones.

“Which doesn’t seem to be much,” said Kirk, speaking what he knew (Y/N) would not.

Jones scoffed. “No doubt you think I can wake him with a kiss.”

“I doubt that would work with anyone other than (L/N),” said Kirk.

“He’s a Vulcan,” said Jones.

“Only half,” said (Y/N).

“The other half is human, far more human than you, apparently,” said Kirk.

(Y/N) shivered as heat from Jones’s anger prickled their arms.

“Face reality, Captain, his mind has gone down almost too far for me to reach,” said Jones.

“I can feel him. He’s still there, he’s not dead yet, we have a chance,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes. “Why won’t you help him?”

“Because that’s what you want, isn’t it?” said Kirk harshly.

Jones tried to push past him. “That’s a lie!”

Kirk grabbed her shoulders. “Oh, no, it isn’t. You want him to die. What did you do to him on the Bridge? Did you make him forget to put the visor over his eyes?”

Jones emotions were a whirlwind, and (Y/N) took a step back from the telepath’s aura, holding Spock’s hand tightly. “You’re insane!” cried Jones, but there was a level of truth to Kirk’s accusations of her not completely desiring Spock’s recovery showing in her emotions of envy and satisfaction.

“Yes, you know your rival, don’t you?” questioned Kirk. “You couldn’t keep him from making a mind-link with Kollos, something that you couldn’t do yourself. With my words, I’ll make you hear such ugliness as Spock saw when he looked at Kollos with his naked eyes.”

Jones cried out at Kirk’s words.

(Y/N) stepped forward and put their hand on Kirk’s shoulder. He looked at them in surprise before letting go of Jones and letting them face her.

“Miranda…” said (Y/N) softly, and Jones looked at them. “Miranda, please. I love him. I know you love Kollos, I know you wish you could see him, but you can’t. I’m sorry. But please, don’t make me lose the man I love because of jealousy.”

Jones stared at (Y/N), and a deep sadness enveloped them both. Jones’s emotions calmed into a steady melancholy. She wished to see who she loved and couldn’t. But she understood (Y/N) was right. She couldn’t punish Spock for her own jealousy.

“I-You’re right. I’m sorry,” said Jones. She extended her hand. “Lead me back to him.”

“Thank you, Miranda,” said (Y/N), taking Jones’s hand and guiding her to Spock’s side. (Y/N) took ahold of his hand, and Jones touched his temples. Together, the empath and telepath dove into Spock’s mind.

Spock stirred, his hand gripping (Y/N)’s tighter. He jerked, and (Y/N) pushed their comforting emotions into him, calming him. And then he jerked up abruptly, furrowing his brow as he cleared his mind.

“Spock!” cried (Y/N), hugging him tightly.

Spock blinked in surprise. “Was it truly that surprising that I regained my logical mind?”

(Y/N) let go and rolled their eyes. “Unbelievable.” But a smile appeared on their lips. That was their boyfriend.

Spock and (Y/N) deposited Kollos’s container on the transporter. They liked the Ambassador, but with the trouble they’d endured, they couldn’t help but be satisfied the ordeal would be over with.

Jones entered behind them, wearing her sensory cloak once more.

Bones shook her hand. “You have what you wanted most?”

“I am one with Kollos,” said Jones.

(Y/N) smiled. They had linked minds. Jones couldn’t see him, but their minds were one, and she was happy.

“Well, I’m truly sorry that you’re leaving. Goodbye,” said Bones with a smile.

Kirk stepped forward next, and Jones smiled at him. “We’ve come to the end of an eventful trip, Captain.”

“I didn’t think you’d even talk to me,” said Kirk.

“Well, I have you to thank for my future,” said Jones. She looked at (Y/N). “Both of you. Your words enabled me to see my mind was clouded.”

(Y/N) smiled at Jones and nodded. “It was my pleasure.”

Kirk smiled. “Miranda, good luck…health.” He pulled a rose from behind his back. “I have something for you.”

Jones took it and smiled. “I suppose it has thorns.”

“I never met a rose that didn’t,” said Kirk.

Jones smiled and smelled the rose as she stepped up onto the transporter. She looked at Spock and (Y/N). “I know now the great joy you felt when you joined minds with Kollos.”

“I rejoice in your knowledge and in your achievement,” said Spock honestly.

“I understand, Mr. Spock, the glory of creation is in its infinite diversity,” said Jones.

“And the ways our differences combine to create meaning—” Spock’s eyes turned to (Y/N) “—and beauty.”

“I wish you and Kollos the best of luck,” said (Y/N), smiling at Jones.

“And I wish you and Mr. Spock a long and happy life together,” said Jones, shaking (Y/N)’s hand before boarding the Transporter. She raised a hand in the Vulcan salute and smiled. “Live long and prosper.”

“Live long and prosper,” repeated (Y/N) and Spock.

And then Jones and Kollos were gone.

“So, are you still feeling alright? Mentally?” asked (Y/N), fretting over Spock as they sat him down in his quarters. Bones had ordered (and made sure Kirk followed up that order) Spock to go rest after the bout of madness.

“I am fine,” said Spock, but he didn’t object to (Y/N)’s concerned hands on his face as their Celian physical affection came through in worry.

“Are you sure?” said (Y/N).

Spock reached up and took (Y/N)’s hands in his own. “Yes, T’hy’la. You saved me yet again.”

“Well, me and Miranda,” said (Y/N).

Spock looked at (Y/N) and pulled them so they sat beside him on his bed. “T’hy’la, without you, I would have lost myself many times. Do not push your abilities to the side.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. “You’re so kind to me.”

“I speak the truth,” said Spock.

(Y/N) laughed at his usual logic and kissed him.

Spock kissed back. In his mind, this counted as rest. And he didn’t particularly like listening to Bones’s orders anyways.

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Against All Odds

Part 181

McCoy

He stood, watching the bus take Scotty and their friends away. He swallowed, but couldn’t make himself move. McCoy knew he had to get inside and bring his trunk down. His father and Sarek would be there soon and he should be ready. But he was rooted to the spot. The spot where they had their last embrace. Stars above he felt silly for a moment. How stupidly entwined were they that two weeks felt like an eternity?

A tap on his arm made McCoy turn.

“We’ve brought your trunk,” Spock said.

McCoy collected himself quickly.

“What?”

“Your trunk sir.” Spock pointed to it.

“Spock… I… I could have done that myself!”

“It was no trouble sir. We managed it well enough between the two of us,” Spock said.

McCoy finally noticed Jim standing with Spock.

“You were occupied,” Jim shrugged and grinned at McCoy.

He opened his mouth to protest but shut it again.

“Thank you,” he finally told both boys.

They had been sitting on their trunks, enjoying the sun when an exasperated voice behind them called.

“Jim Kirk! Did you miss the bus?”

All three turned to see the headmaster making his way over to them. McCoy saw Jim grin.

“No Chris, I didn’t miss it. I’m not going home.”

McCoy and Spock exchanged surprised glances at Jim’s use of the headmaster’s name.

“Jim, we’re still at school, may I remind you?” Pike raised an eyebrow, but they could see his amusement.

McCoy remembered Scotty telling him how Pike had helped look after Jim when his dad died.

“Fine,” Jim pretended to huff. “I’m not going home Christopher.”

Pike sighed, but smiled at Jim.

“Where are you going then?”

“Georgiares and then Scotland.”

“When did that happen?” Pike asked in surprise.

“Last night sir,” McCoy said. “Scotty and I arranged it.”

“Frank left me an earful of a message,” Jim grimaced, “but he agreed.”

A car pulled up then nearby. David and Sarek got out after a moment.

“I suppose I don’t need to ask who persuaded Frank,” Pike chuckled.

The boys lifted their trunks to carry to the car as Pike greeted David and Sarek.

“Have a nice break sir,” McCoy said, shaking Pike’s hand.

“You too, Leonard.”

“Live long and prosper, sir,” Spock said, holding his hand in the traditional Vulcan way.

“Peace and long life,” Pike returned the gesture.

Pike turned to Jim and hugged him tightly.

“Behave yourself Jim,” he said firmly.

“I always do,” Jim grinned.

“I know,” Pike rolled his eyes. “You have any problems with him, call me,” he said to David.

David looked thoughtful for a moment. “Jim is the one you—”

“Yes,” Pike said swiftly. “George’s boy.”

David nodded. The boys had finished loading their trunks. David and Pike said their goodbyes and they were on their way.

David turned to Jim in the car when they had left.

“I met your father once or twice. He was a remarkable man. I’m sorry I didn’t put two and two together last time we met.”

“Uh, thank you sir,” Jim said awkwardly.

“I hope you will feel welcome in our home and enjoy yourself. Eleanor and Amanda have had a wonderful dinner laid out to welcome all of you home.”

McCoy smiled. He was glad to be heading home. He had missed it so much when he had first been sent away. He couldn’t wait to spread out in his own room and sleep in. But part of him knew he was incomplete. He looked at the ring Scotty had gifted him. A touch would show Scotty he was thinking about him. McCoy gently ran his finger over it and couldn’t wait until Scotty was back by his side.

Part 182

Scotty

Scotty placed his trunk on the floor and looked around.

His own room. There were several family picture holos, books, a table where he worked at. His toolbox was standing right where the Scotsman had left it.

He sighed heavily and fell onto his bed.

How he had loved to return home the years before. His soft bed, the familiar smell of his mother’s washing powder.

Scotty rolled onto his back and looked up at the holographic mobile he owned since he was a wee lad.

It turned around and around. There were old ships and spaceships and shuttles and stars.

Scotty stared at it and tears started to swell up.

This room… felt lonely this time.

Last time he had looked at the stars had been with Leonard.

“Monty?”

There was a knock on the door and he turned his head.

“Aye Mum?”

The door was opened slowly and he saw the soft facial features of his mother.

“Are ye alright?”

Scott gave Francine a crooked smile. He nodded.

“Uhm, a-aye… of course.”

His mother didn’t look convinced. She stepped fully into the room and sat down on the bed, running one hand through Scotty’s hair.

“Oh Monty… I’m so happy ye and Robbie are back.”

Scotty nodded.

“But… ye aren’t alright. What’s wrong?”

His mother knew him just too well. Scotty shrugged and bit his lip.

“I…” He swallowed, not knowing what to say.

“Is it because of Leonard?”

Scotty stared at his mother in surprise. How could she know?

“I… I know it’s stupid but I… I already miss him.”

A single tear ran down his cheek and suddenly his mother pulled him into a sitting position and hugged him tightly.

“It’s not stupid Monty. It’s only natural. Ye fall in love for the first time… ye want to spend every single minute with that one special person. Trust me, I know.”

Scotty snuggled closer to his mother as he hugged her back.

“Ye’ll get used to that feeling. And it’s gonna be okay.”

He nodded. His mother was older… and wiser. She just knew everything.

Slowly Francine let go of him and ran a hand over his cheek.

“Now come on. Let’s eat dinner and then ye’ll tell me everything about school.”

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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.

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