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hailbop1701 · 3 years ago

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Chapter Two: A Pale Horse

Chapter two is here guys! I'm so excited to see what you all think! Things are starting to heat up and they discover who Bones really is. Each chapter is going to be darker than the last so it's all down hill from here. I just want to say a big "THANK YOU!" to my wonderful beta @dw-writes you my dear are amazing and I truly appreciate you taking the time to do this for me.

- H ❤🖖

“Welcome to HELL,” Kirk whispered, a deep frown marring his face. As soon as McCoy drew his phaser Jim did the same.

“Bones…”

McCoy gritted his teeth; if his own personal ‘Red Alert’ wasn’t flashing before, it sure as hell was now. “We need to go,” McCoy said with finality, his searching eyes darting around the area.

Lieutenant Beckworth appeared on his other side, phaser raised, following McCoy’s movements. The three Ensigns behind them warily followed suit, raising their phasers much more slowly and unsure.

“Sir?” Ensign Bitar asked, perplexed. McCoy could smell the excitement and adrenaline pouring out of her. Kirk glanced over his shoulder at the young woman, giving her a little smile that looked more like a grimace.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Bitar, Bones is just being paranoid, as usual,” he offered in a teasing manner, trying to keep his people calm.

Leonard snorted humorlessly at his best friend’s words. “Oh yeah, the obvious sign in front of us has nothing to do with my paranoia, Captain,” he muttered dryly as they moved forward through the long entrance. ‘An Atrium,’ he observed as he took in every possible exit and vantage point.

‘Cameras; we’re being watched,’ McCoy took a deep steadying breath. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, he felt his stomach do a flip at the familiar smell: death and decay mixed with blood. “Jim I know you think I’m being paranoid here but we really need to go I’m not fucking kidding this time.”

Kirk looked at the CMO with pursed lips and careful eyes, after a second he nodded. “Okay Bones, we’ll go back and regroup.” The Captain pulled out his communicator and flipped it open. The thing chirped as he worked the dial. “Kirk to Enterprise. Come in Enterprise,” there was nothing but static.

Leonard cursed again under his breath.

“Oh no,” Ensign Lawrence squeaked, cringing at the glare Bitar gave him that clearly said, ‘Grow a pair’

A low amused feminine chuckle echoed throughout the room, it came from everywhere and nowhere. The giant screen that hung crookedly on the wall beside them buzzed and flickered to life. A figure sat lazily in a Captain’s chair; the image was too dark to see them clearly, but the silhouette made it clear that it was a woman.

“Jim!” McCoy hissed suddenly as the Captain moved steadily closer to the screen a good twenty feet away. Kirk held up his hand to reassure McCoy that he was alright and kept walking. Growling, Leonard strode purposely after him with his phaser at the ready.

Beckworth and his little gaggle turned so that their backs were covered. “I have a bad feeling about this, LT.” Lawrence hissed his voice pitching slightly.

“Shut it, Gabe,” Bitar growled out keeping her voice low.

“Both of you, can it!” Beckworth barked, not taking his eyes off the darkened corners of the room. Lawrence hummed nervously but kept a steady hand with his phaser as he scanned the room for any threats.

Chekov crept next to McCoy, his tool kit gently slapping against his hip, the strap digging uncomfortably against the kid’s neck. He had his phaser raised slightly but kept it pointed at the ground as Kirk walked ahead of him.

“Damn kids,” McCoy hissed. The nervous and foreboding energy crackling around him made his hair stand on end and his teeth itch. He split his senses apart: he kept his eyes on Kirk and the room before him, while he listened to what was behind him: Beckworth’s steady breaths, Lawrence’s hitched nervous gait, Bitar’s grinding teeth, she was gripping and regripping her phaser, and then, there was Chekov - the kid was mumbling in Russian, doing his best to keep calm. McCoy’s brow furrowed a little at his words, ‘Something about different plants and how to identify poisonous flora...he was reciting a botany textbook,’ he thought, a brief flash of amusement and approval coursed through him. ‘Whatever works kiddo,’ he thought as he watched Kirk come to an abrupt stop, staring up at the screen with wide eyes.

Following his gaze, McCoy couldn’t help but snort and roll his eyes. Kirk was practically salivating and Leonard had a strong urge to smack the man upside the head to get him to focus on the problem at hand. He didn’t but he really should’ve.

A beautiful Orion woman grinned wickedly down at them. She sat sprawled on what had to be a pilfered captain’s chair leaving nothing to the imagination; her curves were captured perfectly in the armor she wore. A phaser dangled from her fingers and rested on her inner thigh. The come hither look she shot him caused McCoy to raise an eyebrow, sure he loved a beautiful woman like the next guy. Most men (and in large cases women) would have been attracted to her. But he could only feel annoyance and disappointment. He could see under the beauty, down to her core. There was nothing there but a cold empty space, like a black hole but more crazy and sadistic.

Internally he practically sees Reaper poke and prod at the back of his mind wanting to take the reins on this one. Things weren’t right and Doctor Leonard McCoy wasn’t needed right now. Everything here already smelt dead and the away team was in way over their heads, if the warning bells in his head were anything to go by.

McCoy relaxed into a better stance and held himself like he used to, he practically melted into John Grimm again. His eyes were a touch colder, his walk more sure and graceful. Moving forward automatically Reaper stood slightly in front of Kirk and Chekov like an unmovable shield.

The scowl on his face became more and more pronounced the longer he and the woman stared at one another. Kirk looked back and forth between Reaper and the Orion woman, totally confused and in mild offense. She wasn’t interested in the starship captain what-so-fucking-ever.

The Orion chuckled again upon seeing Reaper’s darkening face. She leaned forward so she was in the light. Her face was as pleasant as the forests on Dakala; beautiful and completely deadly.* She was the hunter and they were the prey; they were right where she wanted them. She grinned wickedly before sighing, sounding almost bored. She looked at her phaser casually before she started speaking, her voice light and airy like a calm summer morning. “Your Earth history has a story. A story of four horsemen and one of them was death,” she drawled, amused by the tale she spun for them. Like a spider playing with her caught flies, the woman kept going, “He rode upon a pale horse bringing the peace and silence of death to all who oppose him,” she disappeared and the image of Enterprise filled the screen, pale in the light of the stars. Jim stiffened, an angry glint flashed in his ocean eyes before the look of shock and disbelief filled them.

Reaper felt the floor disappear beneath him; the air in his lungs left as if Sarge had come back and punched him in the stomach. The next set of images were all too familiar, they were of him but from so long ago.

“RRTS Unit Six: Full name Johnathan Leonard Grimm - Call-ID ‘Reaper’ - born October, 21st, 2017,” Kirk whipped his head around confusion coloring his face. The picture on the screen showed John in full gear, hair buzzed down, jaw set, and eyes void of emotion. The perfect soldier. “Bones? ” Jim’s voice was hushed so the others couldn’t hear him. Though they were looking at the screen with their own confused expressions. Jim sounded shaky and unnerved, no doubt he was being plagued by memories of Kahn.

John took a deep breath and turned his dark hazel eyes onto his best friend. “Sorry kid,” was all he could muster at the moment his usual southern drawl gone. He sounded almost defeated, he never wanted Jim to find out like this. Hell, he didn’t want the kid to find out at all if he could help it.

A flash of multiple emotions shot through Jim’s eyes before settling on a blank expression that would make a Vulcan proud.

The screen split down the middle showing two different starship bridges. One belonging to the Orion bitch (who was enjoying the drama unfolding in front of her immensely) and the bridge of the Enterprise. His crew, his friends, stared back at them - him - in shock, horror, and hurt confusion. All except for Spock of course he was doing his insufferable Sphynx impression again. Though his eyes spoke volumes; fascination, anger, and pity?

The Orion leaned forward licking her lips,

“I’ve caught myself a Reaper” she giggled almost bouncing up and down in her seat. John growled low, almost baring his teeth, but she seemed to love that.

“What do you want?” Kirk bellowed, throwing his hands up in the air, the phaser hand flying wildly. John tilted his head just enough to avoid being cuffed.

“A game Captain! It’s quite simple really; all you need to do for the sake of yourselves and your crew is to survive!” her voice was sickly sweet and patronizing like she was explaining to a five-year-old how to play a quick game of poker.

‘Yeah, she’s fucking insane,’ John thought dryly with no amusement.

Kirk glowered at the woman, “You seem to know who we are but we have no damn clue about you, so tell me before I come up with something unpleasant,”

The Orion smirked and leaned back. Crossing her legs she pouted for a second in thought, she was weighing the pros and cons of having her name out there it seems. After a moment of deliberation, she waved a hand at the muffled warning coming from the background. “Call me Veera.” Veera’s eyes slid from Kirk over to John again, a predatory stare if there ever was one. Sighing he stepped forward so he was a few feet in front of the group “I’m sure you have almost everything figured out, don’t you John?” she murmured knowingly.

Reaper’s jaw clenched at the use of his birth name, “I imagine you blocked us off, no transporter, no direct contact with the Enterprise. Other than what you got set up and I reckon that you put more than just us through this little game of yours. How many are watching Veera?” he let his southern drawl color his voice again.

The woman clapped slowly at his little assessment, she nodded her head approvingly “I activated a jamming device just after you teleported onboard, the holovid the Enterprise and my little collection of misfits are being streamed, is through the station itself. And yes you’re right, you’re not the only ones to play. I had to test and test and test before I could let you find me!”

“The missing ships,” Jim hissed in realization, his fists clenched and he visibly shook with anger.

Veera shrugged nonchalantly, “They were such a bore! They lost way too easily but I suppose it gave us more time to play around with that serum of yours. You do remember C-24 right, John?”

Reaper almost choked at her words, the horror on his face was abundantly clear for everyone who had eyes on him. They were either grinning madly or filled with dread and concern. He did his best to calm his breathing, the panic attack that had been looming in the back of his mind was bubbling to the surface.

Jim may have been angry at him and wanted answers but he still stepped closer holding a hand out just above John’s shoulder, “Bones breathe,”

Veera mockingly pouted, “Those memories of yours must be awful, I’ve read every report the - oh what were they called - the UAC had on you, and honey it was delicious. How many did you kill to keep your blood away from them? How many did you slaughter when you found your sister and her family slaughtered in their beds?”

There were several gasps from spectators. John’s blood boiled and he burned like he was being raked over hot coals. Jim’s jaw dropped and his eyes grew sad before he covered it up again knowing that he hated pity. He didn’t dare look at the others or at the Enterprise crew, their emotions were clear by the tense silence. Veera giggled again, her white teeth glowed in the dim light of her ship as she grinned madly.

Reaper’s hands clenched into fists, his whole body shaking, something must have flashed in his eyes because Jim stepped away from him, motioning for the others to do the same. Veera chuckled darkly and tilted her head as she listened to someone off-screen.

She hummed excitedly “I’ve left you a little something to help you, and you’re going to need it, John. These creatures are much more different from what you remember. They will infect anyone and every one good or bad and they are oh so hungry,” And with that, the screen faded to black.

John sucked in a breath pushing back whatever he was feeling into a box and locked it away. ‘Grieve for this life later, you have a job to do’ he thought sadly. His eyes scanned the room and immediately found a crate lying off to the side on an information desk. Striding over to it John quickly tore open the lid sending it sailing across the room. Someone cursed behind him in surprise, he ignored the small group as he looked through the crate of supplies.

“You’re actually trusting that crazy bitch? What if she rigged the stuff?” Lawrence asked incredulously.

Beckworth appraised Reaper with a new outlook before shaking his head, “Nah she wants him to play too much. Wants to draw out the game not shorten it,”

John pulled out four tac vests with a grumble, looking over at Kirk he shook his head, “Get that neon sign off,” he indicated to his command gold. Jim wasn’t entirely sure what he was more surprised by the order itself or that he automatically followed it without question. “You too kid,” John mumbled, shooting Chekov an apologetic look. The young Russian scrambled in setting his things down so he could yank off his overshirt.

“Damn I’m happy I wore pants for this shit,” Bitar grumbled as she and two others from security shucked their colored shirts. Reaper huffed a humorless laugh, walking over to Jim he helped the captain into the vest securing it before moving on to Chekov. Freezing for a moment John cocked his head to the side, he could hear pounding footsteps and inhuman screams; they were getting closer by the second. Cursing he pulled off his blue shirt, tossing it to the side. He grabbed a kit belt from the crate and swung it around his hips. Tucking his phaser away for later John pulled out a few old-fashioned projectile weapons.

Shaking his head John loaded the belt with everything he could fit. Lieutenant Beckworth was working on doing the same thing. Checking over a replicated desert eagle Reaper glanced over his shoulder before hurrying in his movements.

“You know something we don’t, again?” Jim asked ice coating his tone. John in his hurried movements almost forgot how pissed off Kirk still was. The man hid it well. The others froze but John kept going letting the coldness waft over him.

“They’re coming and we really shouldn’t be here when they do,” was all he said clipping a couple of grenades to his belt.

“Vhose coming?” Chekov asked quietly it was the first time in while the kid spoke, his voice was cautious, fear only just breaking the surface.

Reaper’s forehead scrunched a memory floating to the surface. “Well the first time I faced these things, a man from my unit called them demons. He was the god fearin’ type,” he muttered in explanation. That made Kirk grimace and Chekov wince as if he regretted asking. John shoved a second knife into his boot and clipped another to his belt on his hip. The last thing he pulled from the crate made him pause and mutter a string of curses under his breath. In his hands sat an old, yet new rifle.

“Damn,” he shook his head ruefully hating the fact that he missed its weight in his hands.

“Old friend?” Jim asked sourly making John wince ever so slightly.

“You could say that,” he mumbled.

John placed his finger over the scanner and felt as his chest tightened as it rang out, “Former RRTS member verified, Call sign ‘Reaper,’”

He looked over at Jim who held another rifle in his hands, something newer and sleeker. They watched each other carefully, a silent conversation taking place between them.

“We’ll talk about this later,”

Reaper whipped his head around seconds before a door on the other end of the atrium burst open with a shattering crash. The others jumped in surprise,

“Move!” John shouted, pushing them ahead. They ran the length of the Atrium toward a set of glass doors that led to the rest of the station.

“What the fuck are those?” Kirk shouted looking over his shoulder briefly as he ran with John just behind him and Chekov urging them forward.

“As I said, demons!” was all John shouted pushing the two bridge officers through the sliding open glass doors.

John whipped around and fired his rifle. In quick accurate bursts, the screaming creatures fell; he stayed long enough for the others to rush past him before flying through the doors himself. John elbowed the door controls causing the red lights to flare, heavy metal blast doors slammed home just as the demons crashed into the glass.

Jim looked up from his bent position, “What the hell were those?” he asked panting.

Reaper grimaced. “Those were- they were people once before they got infected with a compound called C-24. It’s basically - it’s an extra chromosome essentially,” he groaned at more than one confused face. Running a hand through his hair John moved forward further into what looked to be one of the main shopping areas. ‘Damn malls,’ he thought with a grumble.

“But you were injected by this C-24 da?” Chekov curiously asked, trying to keep the hint of wariness from his voice. John flinched but nodded at the young navigator, “Back when it was first discovered C-24 chose who became a monster or who became - eh superhuman I guess. Healing is fifty percent quicker, strength, moving faster, and unfortunately, aging is...slow,”

John stopped eyeing the vast area critically, “This version of C-24 is twisted beyond comprehension and that’s saying something,” he whispered and gestured for the others to keep quiet as well. John looked to the side allowing one of his ears to face the shopping center.

Taking a deep breath he filtered the sounds around him, he ignored the erratic heartbeats of the team behind him, and the crunch of glass under their boots as they shifted and walked. The faint sound of sleepy growls and snorts made John purse his lips, it was pretty far off to immediately worry about. ‘Best to keep an eye out anyway,’ he thought biting the inside of his cheek.

“Superhuman, does that mean hearing as well?” Bitar asked incredulously catching onto what John was doing.

The man looked at her a bit sheepishly, he opened his mouth to respond but the Captain interrupted with: “Wait a minute super hearing? Does that mean during the academy…”

John chuckled dryly “Oh yeah, every time. Why do you think I started carrying earbuds with me everywhere I damn went?”

Kirk blanched looking mortified “So you- oh no,” he whispered mostly to himself before laughing nervously at John’s little crooked smirk.

Reaper jerked his head in the direction of the railway system. “Come on Dynamo,” he snorted, making Kirk go completely red in the face out of embarrassment. Lawrence and Chekov snorted covering their laughter with little coughs.

“So I’m guessing you hear all the gossip, McCoy?” Beckworth asked amused, both Chekov and Lawrence became quiet.

John rolled his eyes calling the tram, “Yeah, not very creative if I’m going to be completely honest,”

Jim choked on a laugh remembering what they called McCoy on the ship and in the academy, “Some of those nicknames aren’t legal on most planets I think,” he pointed out smirking. John just scowled at his best friend - well, hopefully, they were still best friends anyway. He didn’t really want to think about that right now, the thought that he might have to leave the Enterprise hurt enough as it was.

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The tram hummed and slid to an easy stop, moving in front of the group John readied his weapon and listened. No movement, no snarling, and no stench of death, they were clear. The doors hissed open just as he lowered his rifle to point at the ground. The only thing John could smell was faint traces of blood and dry air.

“Clear,” Beckworth confirmed coming up to stand beside him.

John had to silently applaud the man, he stepped up without hesitation. He wasn’t deterred by what they were up against nor was he rattled by the revelation of who “Leonard McCoy” really was. He had a job to do, and he was going to damn well do it. John nodded to Henry as he entered the tram, double and triple-checking to make sure it was safe for the others. Bitar and Lawrence followed suit while Beckworth stuck with the Captain and Chekov. They were the most important of the away team, that didn’t change.

Chekov scurried over to the tram controls and grimaced. The conductor's seat was smeared with blood; enough blood to convince the young navigator that whoever worked here was surely dead. Pavel jumped when a hand gently landed on his shoulder.

“You okay kid?” John asked softly, his eyes showed so many emotions but the ones that stuck out to Chekov the most was- understanding, pain, grief, and steely determination.

Swallowing hard Pavel squared his shoulders and nodded, “Da, I’m alright,” he whispered. John looked at him for a long few seconds before nodding and squeezing his shoulder.

“Bring up a map of the base if ya can. We need to see what we’re working with and the best way to get out,” John said letting his southern twang color his voice, it had its desired effect as Chekov relaxed further. The kid hummed as he worked at the console, muttering to himself about equations and formulas. John drifted back to where the rest of the away team sat. They were in a heated discussion about their plan of action. John leaned against one of the handrails silently listening to the debate. Jim was in charge of course, but the young Captain valued the opinions of his crew.

“We need to take down the jammer so we can beam the hell out of here,” Ensign Bitar said, arms crossed, the girl was terrified. John was rather impressed at how well she was hiding it.

Lawrence sat hunched over in one of the plastic seats head in his hands. He was continuously pulling at his hair. “How are we going to do that when we don’t know where the hell it is?” he groaned tilting his head up at the young woman. Bitar scowled at him but otherwise said nothing. Beckworth leaned back with a heavy sigh, he looked to be deep in thought. John’s gaze moved to Kirk, the kid was pacing back and forth muttering under his breath. Jim was working on a plan, and just because it was him it was going to be crazy.

Growling in frustration Jim stopped in front of John, “Got any ideas?” he asked bitingly.

John chewed on the inside of his cheek, “Chekov is working on getting us a map, so we know what we’re dealing with. I think our best bet is to either make our way to the base's bridge or to engineering.” he said with a shrug. Kirk opened his mouth but snapped it shut again,

“The bridge will give us all the information that we need. It being a starbase means it will also be connected to operations.” Jim mused running a hand through his hair. John nodded slowly,

“Genesis is also connected to Marcus and Section 31 so along the way we’ll most likely find a lot of classified information. You being Captain of the fleet’s flagship also means that you’re would technically be under orders to retrieve all classified data and bring it back to HQ,” John let the unsaid “Including me,” hang in the air. The silence was almost deafening. Bitar looked down at her feet, Lawrence bit his nails nervously, and Beckworth frowned but ready to do whatever his Captain asked of him. Jim’s jaw clenched and he shook his head in denial,

“You got that map, Chekov?” John asked without having to turn to see the navigator enter the room.

Pavel sniffed, clearing his throat, “Da, I have the map of the station. I was also able to determine which areas are safe and which are breached.” Chekov handed the PADD over to John who gave the young man a tight smile of thanks.

He showed the device to Jim who began to swipe through it for a clear path to the station's bridge. “Shit,” he muttered, brows furrowed in frustration. The only clear path to the bridge was through what would most likely be the most populated areas.

John growled and cursed colorfully under his breath, in all honesty, he wasn’t surprised. “You don’t look, surprised Doctor,” Beckworth noted gruffly. All eyes snapped to the Enterprises CMO.

The man gave a shrug and spoke without looking up from the PADD in his hands. “Veera is a psychopath, an extremely smart one at that. She wouldn’t have let us near Genesis if this place wasn’t ready for us. She would have planned all of this to the very last detail,” He took and held up the PADD showing the map and raised an eyebrow at everyone, “This will give her audience somethin’ to watch. Chekov how easy was it to get this map?”

The navigator shifted uneasily, “I didn’t have to do anything, it was already downloaded onto the PADD,” he whispered, eyes wide.

“In order to win the game, we have to play the game,” Kirk muttered, taking the PADD back from John. The ex-marine scowled at the thought, he knew Jim was right but that didn’t mean he had to like it. Kirk looked at him grimly, “Looks like you have to put on a show Bones.”

John’s scowl deepened, he looked up at the obvious camera in the corner of the tram car. Flipping it off, John quickly pulled his handgun and shot the offending piece of tech. The rest of the group yelled covering their ears against the crack of the gunshot. Placing his sidearm back John snorted, “I’m just a regular ol’ show pony,”

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ichayalovesyou · 4 years ago

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Wink of An Eye (live reaction):

Something weeeeird is touching meeeee Spock halp!

“What is it?” Looks like a frickin HVAC system lmao

Invisible bitches out here tryna hack MY Enterprise

I know this might be a weird thing to say but Leonard Nimoy’s hands are beautiful

We love exposition computer it’s so compelling and pleasant 🙄

Is this psychological warfare?? Jim is NOT okay rn.

Oof that crooked camera is making me motion sick. Oh boy it’s the pretty lady of the week! And oh wow fucking consent bitch have u heard of it?!

Oh he worried about Spock 😭. This lady is a creeeeeep, this is like Jim’s “Layla Kolomi” situation yiiiiiiikes!!

Oh he’s READY to SHOOT her from taking him away from everything and everyone he loves! Ouch!!

Oh she’s a serial kidnapper greaaaat. She’s like “don’t worry the Stockholm syndrome will kick in soon” 😬😬😬

Wait! KIRK GOT KIDNAPPED BY FUCKIN FAERIES BASICALLY???

“Was it the coffee??” Lmao I love Scotty sm

WOW SHES CREEPY! Does the phase variation kill them? Or do they live a really long time?

“Do not touch it” *TOUCHES IT A LOT* lmao

Oh it does kill them! If they get hurt, wow they’re literally the freaking Fey.

“He’s trying to communicate with the Vulcan. This species is capable of much affection. I wonder if they shall demonstrate it to us.” HELLO??? SPIRK?!

That doesn’t science. Oh my god they ARE space faeries. I love watching Kirk be smart.

Is Kirk about to slut it up to keep the creepy queen lady so that your boyfriends can come rescue you??

Yes save your boy!!!!!

So is she like the first woman he’s canonically hanky pankied with on the show???? OH MY GOD XD

Fucking throw a pillow at him lmfao

There’s no way Jim’s not faking it we stan a smart boy lmao

Vulcan SPEEEED time!!

I knew he was faking it! 😂😂😂 he’s very good at pretending to be a sub lmao.

“If I’m trapped here at least I got Spock” is 100% what Jim’s thinking lmfao

He loves Spock so much lmao “look at my boy work so fast I love him!”

Did Spock just make a fucking pun?!

Yikes those are some rough contextual implications but what else were they gonna do? Let them kidnap people forever??

#star trek #tos #star trek tos #spirk #wink of an eye #tos liveblog #liveblogging #yes I said hanky panky #no i will not apologize #space faeries

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portals-to-a-new-world · 5 years ago

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You Know What They Say About Assuming: Chapter 1

Who?: Leonard 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.

Word Count: 1365

“Lieutenant, my office.” You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off with a simple “Now.” You cast your eyes to the floor and missed the slight falter in his step when you murmured

“Yes, Doctor,” The walk to the medbay was dangerously silent, you were trying to figure out how to explain to your family that you’d been kicked off the flagship of the fleet for flirting with it’s CMO too much. They always did say your mouth was going to get you into trouble one day.

“Excuse me?” You looked up in surprise, not realizing that you had not only reached McCoy’s office but that you had also spoken that last thought aloud. Your mouth flopped open and closed as your brain desperately tried to find a response. He stalked towards you, backing you up against the wall. “My mouth is going to get me into trouble?” In any other situation, the incredulous look on his face would have been hilarious, as it was though, it only served to shock your brain into responding.

“No! I was just thinking about how my family always warned me that my mouth was going to get me into trouble. Guess they were right, huh?” You said trying to ignore the part of you that was screaming for you to reach out and slam your lips against his. Leonard scoffed as he stepped back, and you tried not to visibly relax after his body was so close.

“I’d say so. You know you could be sent back to the academy for your mouth?” Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You knew he was right, in fact, protocol mandated that’s what was to be done at this point.

“I’m sorry, Doctor,” You said, returning your gaze to the floor, hoping it would hide the tears in your eyes. Getting kicked off the Enterprise was nothing compared to the fact you’d ruined any chance at being anything more than a friend; not even that, considering how angry he’d gotten on the planet.

“Leonard.” You looked up in confusion.

“What?”

“Call me Leonard. If you call me doctor one more time, I think I might explode,” Still confused, but not wanting to push him anymore, you decided to do as he said.

“If I could, Leonard, I had no intentions to offend-”

“Offend? Sweetheart I’d have to be crazier than Harry Mudd to be offended by someone as pretty as you flirting with me. However, I have no intentions to hurt Jim so unless you stop I will report-”

“Jim? What does he have to do with this?” Leonard scowled at you.

“(y/n), I think I’d know that my best friend happened to be dating the most beautiful woman on the ship,” You were too confused to offer any sort of response, so you settled for raising an eyebrow instead. “Please, I may be just an old country doctor, but I’m not an idiot. He never stops talking about you. I see the way you pace when he’s on an away mission. Hell, you bout lost your mind when he came back from that hellhole planet with all those arrows in his chest last month. So don’t insult me by trying to pretend-”

“Doctor McCoy, James Kirk is my brother in law. Now I realize it might be confusing cause I’m just some redneck tactical officer from North Carolina, but I don’t actually fuck my family members.” You said, not entirely sure why you were so defensive. On the other hand, rendering the great Leonard McCoy speechless was more than worth it, so you continued. “If that is all, I need to have a word with said family member, as my sister was in labor before we left, and I’d like to find out if I have a nephew or a niece to look forward to meeting.” Leonard simply nodded his head, still too shocked to speak. You spun and tried not to stomp, though you probably failed. You knew Bones wasn’t really to blame, as Jim apparently never told him that you were related, but your frustration at nearly being kicked off the ship for such a stupid misunderstanding was overwhelming. Your confusion at why Jim would talk about you so much; furthermore why he never mentioned that you were his sister in law; just fueled your frustration even more and by the time you reached the captain’s quarters you ended up hitting the door chime a little harder than was necessary. Your face must have portrayed your frustration, as Jim attempted to subtly hit the soundproofing as you pushed inside.

“(y/n)! Don’t tell me Bones threatened to throw you off the ship, cause if he did, I’ll go and talk to him. He’s just stubborn and-” You held up a hand to cut him off.

“Why does Bones think we’re dating?” It took a minute for your words to process, and the confusion on his face would have been funny if you weren’t so upset.

“He’s just scared cause he- wait, what?”

“Yeah. He said that you never stop talking about me, and I’m always worried about you so of course he’d know that his best friend was dating the most beautif u l…” You trailed off as your brain caught up and realized what Leonard had said. He thought you were the most beautiful woman on the ship? You shook your head, trying to focus. You could ask Bones about that later. “Speaking of, why do you talk about me so much?” Jim let out a frustrated sigh.

“First of all, I only talk about you when I’m trying to get him to pluck up the courage to talk to you,” He said, running his hand down his face.

“Why would you try to get him to talk to me?”

“Cause he likes you! He’s just too scared to admit it,” You gave him a skeptical look, and he shook his head. “No, I’m serious. You should have seen his face when he first saw you,” Jim let out a small laugh. “And you really should have seen your face when I introduced the two of you,” You blushed thinking back to the first time you met the good doctor. You had just gotten off the shuttle as everyone was rushing around to get everything ready to depart when you heard Jim call you over. You knew from the moment you saw the grumpy expression of the man standing next to Jim, you were fucked. You could only imagine your expression as you got closer and saw the enigmatic color of his eyes. You don’t think you managed to look away from them for a second, and you honestly couldn’t remember what you said to the two men before they got called to the bridge. You did, however, remember drinking quite a bit that night as you tried to get the doctor out of your mind. Jim cleared his throat, drawing you from your thoughts with a deep blush. He just shook his head and continued. “Secondly, I don’t know why Bones thought we were dating, cause I introduced you as my sister in law. Oh! Speaking of you just missed the vidcall. Little Dorinda says hello,” You let out a whoop and threw your arms around him.

“I told you it was gonna be a girl! Pay up!” You pulled back and held your hand out dramatically. Jim just shook his head and placed his hands on your shoulders to guide you to the door.

“I will after you go talk to Bones. He’s going to be losing his mind right about now, and I’m almost certain you owe him an apology for whatever you said,” You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off. “Nope. I know you, go apologize and give him a chance. Don’t make me order you.” You huffed in frustration and stuck your tongue out.

“Fine,” You said as he closed the door. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. You took a deep breath before heading to the medbay. Leonard McCoy had one hell of an apology coming his way.

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August 6: Star Trek 1x09 The Dagger of the Mind

Today’s episode: The Dagger of the Mind

Lol Kirk is the MOST competent person on the Enterprise, and that’s why he’s the Captain. This is like The Naked Time all over again. Must he does everyone’s job??

Mr. Berkeley, go to your room and do your homework.

But first secure the box!! I swear, no one listens to Kirk. He doesn’t even look like he’s getting a vault number, he looks like he’s just fucking around.

Hey dude, don’t open the box you’re in. Can’t you see it says don’t open on it?

Ah another episode with Jim and his heroes. I love how naive and good he is.

“Dr. Adams? There’s an emergency, but before we get to that, might I fanboy a little, discreetly?”

“When there’s no emotion, there is no motive for violence.” Well you got me there.

Excellent non-violent take-down maneuver by Kirk and Spock.

The Enterprise makes a u-turn.

Kirk just obviously making excuses to stand really close to Spock, and lean over him. “What’s so fascinating?”

“Enlighten me again.”

Spock’s expression this ep omg. Perfect. He doesn’t have a ton to do so he just takes advantage of all of his moments.

TRUST BONES’S GUT.

I love how they use their respective ship’s logs against each other, these regulation loving nerds. “I’ll write it in MY log and then YOU’LL have to answer in YOUR log, so THERE.”

Like honestly who thought ST was an action franchise that needed new actions movies??

Kirk’s man crush is insane.

Bones on Skype!

Spock just really throwing out the “Jim” for no reason today. He was much sluttier about the first name early on. Either that or fandom just misremembers this. Either that or I just misremember this.

Science lab Christmas party lol.

I am 100% certain that Kirk reacts the way he does to Noel (with a really quite extreme aversion and even rudeness that is not like him) because she made a move on him at the party that he didn’t like or thought was inappropriate. Because they aren’t exes, and she made it clear he didn’t cross any lines with her (so no reason to feel guilty) and yet he is ANGRY at her.

Another 1950s sci fi locale. (Correction: ... the same 1950s sci fi locale. Hello Delta Vega.)

Elevator, not turbo lift, I guess.

Oh no, Kirk’s cell doesn’t have service!

Any particular reason they’re drinking lol? Did people in the 60s just literally drink all the time?

They’re not very nice to Dr. Noel. She’s not really.... appearing very smart though... not the best female character on ST lol. Still, stop talking over her, you men!

This device is so hella suspicious on its face. At least Kirk kinda gets that.

This is a pretty good Spock and Bones ep.

We’re already at the introduction of the mind meld! I forgot it was this ep. I did remember how it was introduced as a very special, rare, private, dangerous Vulcan thing that definitely shouldn’t just be used wantonly and at a whim Mr. Spock.

“It’s a hidden, personal thing to the Vulcan people. Part of our private lives.”

...First that makes it sound like a sex thing. And second... I’m intrigued.

(I’ve actually always preferred general touch telepathy to mind melds specifically but.... when you put it like that.)

I think I like this original mind meld hand gesture more than the one they settle on later. It makes it look more like a physical manipulation of the body, which is what Spock describes here. I kind of forgot about that aspect of it (and perhaps everyone else did too lol).

I think this is also the first time they mention touch telepathy or any kind of Vulcan telepathy, in general.

McCoy is so disturbed watching this meld.

“I have no desire to damage my brain.” That’s good lol.

This is absolutely also the sort of thing AOS Kirk would do.

Kirk wanting to raid a kitchen is ADORABLE.

“Now pick some unusual suggestion.” What’s more unusual than the idea he picked her up and carried her off to his quarters, then ravished her like a bad boy?? People remember that scene but not that it was a woman’s fantasy lol. And a fantasy she knew was super fake and that he would recognize as super fake! Because it was!! Super fake!! No one talks like this and certainly not a captain to one of his crew and certainly not literal-opposite-of-a-bad-boy Jim Kirk.

Kirk’s so strong.

Lol she thinks he’s looking at her and he’s looking at the wall.

“Any training in high power voltage?” he asks, as if this were just a thing everyone had.

No? Well up in the air duct you go anyway. Touch the wrong thing and die! Good luck.

And in her defense... she does it and succeeds, so good on her.

Well it’s no Vulcan nerve pinch but Kirk knocks down those guys pretty well.

Spock’s expression when he sees Jim and Noel is just on a New Level omg.. Like “this is too bizarre to cause even me jealousy.”

Spock standing there over Adams’s dead body like “Hmmm, I wonder who turned the power back on? Who would do such a thing?”

So I guess Van Gelder’s okay now and Spock just fixed him lol. Very effective mind meld.

I wonder if Kirk already had a fear of dying alone or if this is what caused it--the “I always knew I would die alone” of ST V.

But then he looks at Spock to make him feel better, and Spock does. And Kirk has emotional security, the end.

Overall... I feel like I didn’t enjoy this ep as much as I remembered? I don’t know, I feel bad saying that. I thought the mind meld stuff was really great, and the story overall was pretty good. I guess a part of me wanted to go in more to this idea of a penal colony and why Adams was doing these experiments and using this machine. Like, obviously he’s making people docile, and then just experimenting like all power hungry people do--but there are two creepy things going on here, the memory erasure, and the memory replacement, and I feel like they got a bit conflated. Idk. I know Star Trek often presents questions rather than answers, but I felt like this one maybe could have gone farther.

Noel was one of those awkward ST female characters, where you can, like, tell they’re trying to be feminist but they just have their inherent limits lol. I didn’t want to find her annoying bu I often did. Also, I am quite convinced she made an inappropriate move, because I can’t imagine any other reason Kirk would be so upset with and about her. But since we never get the holiday party from his pov, it’s all left ambiguous. Her memory is of a pretty standard office party--they dance a little and he’s charming. But he acts as if it were something WAY more awkward. Like she did something that she didn’t think crossed a line, but he did. But tbh I’d be surprised if the intention was to imply a young woman sexually harassed the male captain, which makes me wonder what they were actually going for. That HE thought he crossed a line? Then it’s pretty obnoxious of him to be mad at HER. Plus, they make it canonically crystal clear later that he didn’t do anything inappropriate so.... puzzling.

OMG THE NEXT EP IS THE CORBOMITE MANEUVER ONE OF MY FAVORITES AAAAAAH.

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TOS Tag Game

OK for starters YAAASSS, feel free to tag me in these every time because I too want to talk endlessly about Star Trek TOS and am always excited to feed the fandom beast.

@burning--amber tagged me in this greatness -- I apologize for the delay but you know, I did have to find a publisher who would sign off on this fucking NOVEL. Because that is actually what I wrote in response. I am so sorry. 😂 When I say I’m here to talk Trek I MEAN I am HERE. To get up to the podium and PREACH THE GOSPEL. I encourage anyone following me who’s thirsty to talk TOS to jump aboard, tag me and give us the T! I want to hear from y’all!

1. Which is the most defining moment for Spock and Jim as couple, in your opinion? One which left you most shaken?

Wow, yes. Ohhhh no. Let’s talk about this. (Who let me out of my cage?) There are so many strong moments in TOS, my GOD. Amok Time is the most infamous and blatant, you can’t really skate over that big guy because -- because -- YOU KNOW WHY. IT’S AMOK TIME. This is the elephant in the room which will stomp you to death if you ignore it. I can’t let myself write a paper with a works cited list on Amok Time right now, I just can’t. That episode -- I mean -- it was literally getting sucker punched in the junk with a slash fandom awakening. Kirk sacrificing command? His career? Risking his life?! Spock becoming completely void, utterly gutted, and a husk of a destroyed existence in the aftermath of what he believed to have actually done to Jim? I don’t know how it’s possible for anyone to watch that episode and not get steamrolled into a human pancake at how real and obvious the Spirk relationship became right then and there. IN THE 60′S! Yup just bros though, just bro things.

I did let myself practically write a paper on how huge Devil in the Dark was for Kirk and Spock -- you get to see two individuals who each have a valid point, who both believe fiercely in their own standpoint, and who ultimately end up adopting one another’s views. It’s a beautiful demonstration of what they mean to each other as equals and as individuals -- how in sync they are and what a significant mutual respect they share.

Throughout the series you’re hearing and witnessing Kirk’s rather open way of expressing affection for Spock. Plato’s Stepchildren is one of those rare opportunities where we get to see the depth of Spock’s feelings for Kirk via his own words and actions. And it is intense enough to make up for how difficult it can be sometimes to get a clear window into Spock’s perspective. It was all out there for anyone to see after Spock witnesses Kirk getting mistreated and nearly being made to inflict harm to Jim. You really get an understanding of just how powerful Vulcan emotion can be in that moment, and holy God, does he have strong feelings about Jim.

But if we’re talking all-encompassing canon then for me the most defining moment for Spock and Kirk as a couple throughout the entire series has to be Spock’s epiphany in sickbay after making contact with V’Ger. We know something happened that catalyzed a rift and separation between Kirk and Spock, and this is the moment their whole relationship comes full circle. The look on his face as he’s lying there shaking his head and saying “Jim . . . I should have known.” Jim’s blatant desperation as he clasps Spock’s shoulders and begs: “Spock. What should you have known?” And Spock reaches for him. My heart drops through me every time he takes Jim by the hand, locking their grip as he stares him dead in the eyes and says: “This. Simple Feeling . . . is beyond V’Ger’s comprehension.” And Jim is overcome, bursting, and he wraps his other hand over their already entwined hands and just nods. Spock nods wordlessly back. That was acceptance. It was acknowledgement. It was forgiveness. It was walking through mental, physical and emotional hell with AND without someone and coming out on the other side again to find each other once more. It was fucking love.

As for the one that left me the most shaken . . . it’s unquestionably the end of Wrath of Khan. From the moment that Jim looks over at that empty chair and you feel a shadow of that dread and realization, Jim pushing a member of his crew out of the way and the entire run down, having to take three men to hold him back from trying to go in there with Spock with tears in his eyes . . . I mean, when we love somebody -- truly, genuinely love somebody -- we might throw around the idea or firmly feel -- believe -- say -- that if given a choice, you’d die for that person. But in living that moment, Spock actually did exactly that out of love. He knew what had to be done and he decided to sacrifice himself for his own family -- for the whole crew of the Enterprise. But there was a reason that the sole person kneeling down in front of him weeping, reaching for him and seeking out his hand, hearing his last words, and sharing his last moments was Jim. It’s so powerful, so utterly heart shattering, such a raw and sad depiction of love, and it turns me into a hot human mess every time I see it. THE FRONT. OF THE SHIRT. IS SOAKED WITH MY TEARS. EVERY TIME. Ahem. So uh, that just happened. There’s Chapter 1. I mean question 1. I swear to God I am not going to write chapter books for each one of these. *Wipes forehead nervously*

2. Which alien race deserved more? What do you think could have been improved upon?

Two episodes really stand out for me as outstanding in the quality of the story; I find Balance of Terror and The Enterprise Incident captivating.They sort of ghost around that decadent and dark history that Vulcans and Romulans share -- they let you see a bit of it, but there is a lot of mystery surrounding it. They pique your interest in wanting to get a better look at those cultures to understand them. Oh trust, I was beyond curious. I was frothing. I know that other Star Trek series have offered us more in terms of the Romulan backstory and history, but I really had a thirst to know more during TOS and I would latch onto whatever crumb they would toss out. Honestly, I would watch an entire series based entirely on ancient Vulcans and Romulans. I mean it, I am thirsty as hell.

3. What is the most disappointing thing about TOS for you?

In all honesty? The fact that it got cancelled after three seasons!!! We were robbed. F u c k i n g p i l f e r e d b u t t n a k e d. I’m sure there was so much ground to cover with the show that they never got a chance to bring into fruition and that frustrates me. If we’re talking some aspect within the show, those occasional moments with women that were so blatantly objectifying -- the ones that kind of jarringly reminded you that this was still made in the 60′s. I acknowledge the time it was made, but it still stings to see that sometimes if I am being entirely honest.

4. Who gets the Mr/Miss.Congeniality award if you were the judge?

I would have to say Uhura. She doesn’t get the kind of screen time that Kirk, Spock and Bones do, but I find the moments that she has with other characters to be very telling. How they react to her and treat her reveals a lot about how valuable and meaningful her presence is aboard the Enterprise. They all have such an immense love and respect for her. You just don’t really see confrontations with Uhura and other crew members -- it’s so rare compared to other members of the crew. She seems to be that person who brings brightness and light and joy to people who may be feeling very out of sorts, low on morale, or lonely in space. I also love that she canonically sings for the members of the crew to lift their spirits and help them unwind. There’s something so pure and warm about her character while also showcasing strength and professionalism in the same vein.

5. Which section of Enterprise are you most curious to see which was never filmed?

The room, turbolift, or jeffries tube that Kirk and Spock would drag each other off to so they could make out, because we all know that it happened. (I digress. Truth be told, it was less about seeing a section of the Enterprise and more about getting a little more intimacy with the crew. I wish there had been more time for moments like seeing them getting ready before work, interacting with their rooms, showing us little glimpses of who they are and where they come from. So I guess having access to more on a personal level with the individuals -- the crew is the section of the Enterprise that I am most curious to see which was not filmed intimately enough to whet my curiosity about them.)

I have two questions.

1. What was the defining episode that you watched that made you go: Yup. I am 100% on board for this. WHERE ARE THE REST. I AM SOLD. THE CHEQUE IS CASHED, I HAVE MADE THE PURCHASE, GIVE ME THE STAR TREK.

Second . . .

2. What. The fuck. Happened in the story between Season 3 and The Motion Picture. I legitimately live on a steady diet of fan theories about this and I’m starved to death. I don’t care if that dead horse has been beaten to glue, I can’t not talk about it. I love hearing what people have to say about that time period. Seriously. What happened between Jim and Spock.

I WANT ANSWERS! I WANT THE TRUTH!

(You know that nobody could possibly know that and you also know that Gene Roddenberry passed away in 1991.)

*Grabs collar shakily* ASK HIM ANYWAY.

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I really should stop here.

(No obligation, just love and admire your blogs! I’m curious what y’all have to say if you haven’t been tagged yet! <3:

@queenofgol @ashayamspirk @thisisnotahetship @startrektrashface @demonicvulcan @pansexualspirk @homosexualspock @cptkirksnipples )

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Workplace Romance (Chekov x Reader)

Pairing: AOS Pavel Chekov/Reader

Rating: PG for language and CHARACTER DEATH MENTION

A/N: Oh, Pavel Chekov, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Surprise, they’re all that he’s adorable and deserves love. I wish I could have done more today (curse an impromptu Texas highway drive with my dad), but I hope this is a good enough note to end things on. :)

You didn’t really have all the details, but you were sure someone would fill you in.

For one, you knew Admiral Pike was dead. That had been all over the news, and your faithful “self-proclaimed cool uncle captain guy” Jim Kirk had messaged you as soon as he had gotten himself to stop shaking and sobbing. Granted, you didn’t actually see him cry, but you knew how close the two had been. You would have been more surprised if he wasn’t broken at least a little. You also knew that there was a dangerous terrorist on the loose; you weren’t scared of an angry, pissy British guy, but Jim had warned you to be careful, so careful you would be.

“Sign off on the missiles, Scotty!”

And now, apparently, there were missiles.

“No specs, no signature!”

You didn’t always like eavesdropping, but this seemed to important to miss. After all, you were the auxiliary chief engineer. You had a right to know about this, since it pertained to work.

“прости!”

You turned when a soft thing knocked against your shoulder; it was just Pavel coming aboard and passing by. You offered him a kind smile. You knew the boy your age was clumsy at times. Plus, he was exceptionally cute. That always helps.

“It’s okay, Chekov,” you said. You wanted to elaborate in hopes of spurring further conversation, but, as usual, the navigator spat out a parting word and left. Oh well. He probably had more important things to do than you, anyway.

Not like, do you, do you. Just...dinner would be nice.

You were so engrossed in the presence of the cute navigator that you nearly missed your CO handing over his PADD and straight-up walking off the ship with Keenser.

What the fresh fuck?

You must not have been as quiet as you thought, because Captain Kirk beckoned you forward, “It’s alright, Lieutenant. I’m glad you heard it all here.”

“Sir, I’m still an ensign,” you pointed out.

“Then, congratulations on the promotion,” Jim handed you Scotty’s PADD. Your eyes bugged. “He said you were the only one he’d trust to take care of the ship. If there’s any way for me to make your transition smoother, let me know.”

You signed off on the missiles, first and foremost. If it was that big of a deal, you wanted to fluff your position up with a little job security.

“I think I’ve got most of it,” you said, and he walked along with you. “But I can’t do this on my own. I need a replacement me, and I need them fast.”

“I’ll send you a list of candidates, and you tell me who you want.”

You sighed as the captain headed up toward the bridge.

Great. Just peachy.

Jim pursed his lips as he sent more and more requests down at you, though he was certain none of them would stick out. You were particular in your working style, something that many of those candidates would be apt to ignore. He needed someone who would respect you, and your work ethic, and be interested in helping you, and not mind spending all day every day with you, and also know enough to keep up after such an abrupt placement and- oh god he knew exactly who to send you.

He just...decided he would surprise you. After all, everyone likes surprises. And you would definitely thank him later, so he was sure you wouldn’t mind.

“Ensign Chekov,” Jim casually approached the navigation console as casually as James Tiberius Kirk can approach anything in life, “I understand you’ve been shadowing Mr. Scott and Ms. Y/L/N for a long time.”

“Yes, keptin.”

“I don’t know if you know this, but Mr. Scott has resigned from the Enterprise,” Kirk continued, noting Chekov’s shocked expression. “Y/N’s working all alone down there, and she could use a hand, which is why I’m making you the new auxiliary chief engineer. Go put on a red shirt.”

There were many reasons Chekov did not want to put on a red shirt- least of all being in such close proximity to death- but it wasn’t like he could disobey a direct order.

No matter how much being near you gave him butterflies, he couldn’t disobey a direct order.

“Aye, keptin....”

“Sir,” someone called to you, “warp core is functioning and stable.”

“Just keep the stupid missiles away from it,” you had your nose in your PADD, going over various extra suggested replacements sent to you from Commander Spock for the position of auxiliary chief engineer.

“What warp factor should we prepare for?”

“Send Lieutenant Sulu a notice and hopefully he’ll reply promptly enough that we’ll be fine.”

“The nacelles are overheating a little, sir-”

“What do you mean the nacelles are overheating?! We haven’t even moved!”

Now you understood why Scotty was always ready to fight someone.

“U-um…Lieutenant Y/L/N?” A small voice said from the antechamber. Your hair swished as you turned, surprised, to see sweet Pavel Chekov, looking nervous and out-of-place in a brand-new red shirt. “Keptin Kirk said that I was to report here as your auxiliary chief.”

Your first instinct was to bark at him for Captain Kirk’s impatience and snap-reassignment, especially of a boy as kind as Pavel.

Then it hit you.

Of course Jim would reassign Pavel Chekov to work so closely with you, that sneaky bastard.

“Alright, Mr. Chekov,” you took a breath. “Welcome to engineering.”

This was going to be interesting.

“What do you mean, there’s a coolant leak?!”

It had taken about an hour for something to go horribly wrong, and it was kind of stressing you out. Well, you supposed it didn’t help that Chekov kept floating a few feet behind you like a beacon of nerves and anxiety.

“One of the pipes has started leaking, sir,” an ensign said. “We’re trying to find the source.”

“Can you try faster?! We’re gonna end up stuck in Klingon airspace!”

“Yes, sir!”

“What can we try for now?”

You sighed at Chekov’s question. You knew there wasn’t much to be done until the leak was found; hell, you knew that he knew there wasn’t a barrel full of options. It had been unnecessary and oxygen-wasting questions for the last two hours, and you were up to here.

“We can pull out of warp from here, but that’s about it.”

“Can I help in any way?”

You were trying not to get frustrated with him. You really were, but a stressed engineer could only take so much.

“Chekov, honey, you just asked that with different words,” you tried your hardest to stay as calm as possible. “I’m really glad that you want to help, but what I really need for right now is for you to...not want to help.”

“Lieutenant Y/L/N, did you break my ship?” you heard Jim on the comm.

“I’M SORRY, DID YOU SAY SOMETHING, MISTER CAPTAIN ‘I’M-RECKLESS-AND-I-HAVE-NO-SELF-CONTROL’?!”

Your face was as red as your shirt. It was obvious to Chekov that you needed a break.

“I-I will look for the source of the coolant leak,” he offered. “May I bring you a glass of water, as well?”

His kindness in the face of your outburst floored you; embarrassed, your cheeks were flaring for a different reason, now.

“Yes, please,” you said quietly. “Thank you, Chekov.”

He nodded and left you to take a breather.

You had to admit, for being thrown into the most stressful part of the ship (second only to maybe the medbay), Chekov was handling this even more life-threatening development incredibly well.

Gravity disabled? No big deal.

Power weakened? Show him a panel and he can try his best.

Warp core destabilized? Okay, he’ll wait for you to work something out.

The ship’s crashing headfirst into San Francisco? Cool, he’ll roll with it.

You, on the other hand, were a ball of stress.

“Is anything still working in here?!” you snapped at an ensign; one of the handful left after the hull breach.

“Air conditioning?”

You were this close to actually throwing yourself into space.

Scotty had been wrong; you weren’t the proper replacement. You had too many things coming at you from all sides, and for all that had happened, Pavel wasn’t faring much better. There were only so many places he could be and so many things he could try to do; you were stretched even thinner than him, and he had already dissolved into a disheveled pile of curls and sweat.

This was really going to be it. Just you and the Russian rushing down to a catwalk where the captain and Scotty were about to fly off into space and HOLY SHIT WAIT A SECOND WHAT THE HELL.

You had to look again to make sure it was real: Chekov was the sole thing keeping Jim and Scotty from dying. Your heart was leaping for so many different reasons, it took a moment for you to transition from damn, he’s stronger than I thought, that’s attractive to oh shit they need help.

Of course, though, by the time you met them down a few flights of stairs, Chekov had them safely behind a boiler.

“Lassie, will you go flip the switch behind the reflector dish?” Scotty asked.

“I thought you’d never be around again to ask...come on, Pavel,” you pulled the out-of-breath boy along with you. The ground shifted underneath your feet, causing you to fall into Chekov’s arms and slide down an apparatus toward the reflector dish.

“That was really cool!” you cried on the way down. “Where the hell did you get the guts to do that?”

“You,” he admitted, “mostly because you’re so incredible for being able to handle this place every day!”

“Well, it’s not exactly every day that we almost die!” You quipped as your boots finally hit the edge of the switch. It took you and Pavel together to lift the cover off and flip the switch. When the familiar whir of power came on, you couldn’t stop beaming. Pavel smiled happily at your blissful relief; god, you were so beautiful, even bruised from sliding around and covered in sweat and grease.

“So, I gotta ask, why not work down here full time?” you suggested.

“The bridge is...much quieter. No offense to engineering, but I prefer the cushier environment,” he admitted sheepishly. “Though, there are perks to working down here.”

“What, my charming personality?”

Chekov gathered up every ounce of courage in his body, “No, not entirely. Just being around you.”

You couldn’t contain your grin, and why would you? You two had just survived not dying horribly. Feeling bold, you pulled his face over and planted a kiss on his nose.

“It’s a shame, I like being around you, too,” you smiled, taking in his sudden flustered state.

“So...um...” he fidgeted when he realized he was now cradling you in his lap, “what now?”

“Dinner would be nice,” you offered.

“Aye,” Chekov grinned and noted the damage around you two, “especially since we will be grounded for a very, very long time.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” you giggled.

Pavel pulled you into a hug, and you buried your face in his neck, more content than you’d ever been and certain that nothing, not anything in the whole wide world, could bring you down now.

Tagging: @impalaanddemons, @barbrichards

#nobody tell her kirk dies #just let her be happy #pavel chekov #chekov day #pavel chekov x reader #ensign chekov x reader #chekov x reader #pavel chekov imagine #ensign chekov imagine #chekov imagine #star trek imagine #star trek aos imagine #star trek into darkness imagine #i'm a sucker for these tropes #but also it's like 11 pm here #i'm dead #i'm skipping my run tomorrow morning lol #time to go out with a bang

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soap-brain · 7 years ago

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mckirk for the otp meme!

oh. YES!!

Who cuddles up to who?You’d think it’s only Jim, but that’s just because he’s far less subtle about it. Leo especially turns into a cuddle-octopus when Jim tries to leave the bed on days they (or just Leo) don’t have to get up.

How do they like to hold hands?They’re both either the “mildly inappropriate grabbers” or “interlocking pinkies”. They don’t really hold hands normally; they’re more fond of walking closely and knocking their shoulders together

If they didn’t see each other for a long time who would be awestruck that they are seeing their partner, and who would run up to their partner?Bones would be awestruck - he’s shocked by the incredible blue of Jim’s eyes and his brilliant smile pretty much every time. Jim is the overexcited puppy practically bouncing over to Leo.

Who comes up behind the other and wraps their arms around their waist and kisses their neck?Both of them! Especially when they want to get the other one to bed after a long shift. They’re both weak for neck and/or shoulder kisses.

Who was more nervous when they first started dating?again, both. Leo is basically once bitten, twice shy. He loves Jim from the bottom of his heart, and he’s terrified that he’ll hurt him. Jim has never even been in love before Leo, and he’s afraid he’s not relationship material.

Who made the first move to ask the other person out?Leo. He’s got his shit far more together.

Who is the more organized one?Leo takes effort to be organized. Jim doesn’t, but over the years knowing Leo and more or less living with him, he’s begrudgingly accepting more order into his life, and it’s surprisingly good! Not that he’d ever tell Leo.

What do they like to do together when it is snowing outside?They’ll have snowball fights first thing, but they also love taking walks in the snow, catching snowflakes with their tongues and brushing snow out of the other’s hair.

What is their way of flirting with one another?Jim’s obvious, public way of flirting is tons and tons of come-ons, inappropriateness and double entendres, interspersed with smirks and winks, wolf-whistles and ass slapping, claiming to have a reputation to uphold. But he also often slips up and it turns gentle and teasing. That’s how the bridge crew finds out that their CMO is incredibly adorable when he blushes, and also how much the two are in love.Leo is mostly more subtle about it, but not by much. He winks and smirks and runs his eyes over Jim, licks his lips, and says things in such a voice that they are definitely come-ons. He also calls Jim a ton of southern pet names, including “belle” (until Jim almost throws a PADD at Uhura because she kept calling him Captain Belle).

Who would they bring on a double date and what would they do?Either Spock and Uhura, and they’d probably either go to an amusement park or a cultural museum; or the Sulu’s (with Jaylah looking after Demora. At least she’s started very viciously standing up to ... pretty much everyone in her school), with whom they either go to Botanical Gardens (little known fact, but Bones loves plants), or also to amusement parks (Jim and Hikaru vow to go on every roller coaster).Also theater dates with either of the other couples!

lov these two. the most wholesome couple. thank u jim

#mckirk #aos #bottomkirk #asks #answered

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 7 years ago

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OK!!!! here it is! So, fair warning, this story will be done in episodes. so each fic will be posted as one episode with chapters and its gunna be a long trek, but i like it that way lol

also sorry for any spelling or grammer mistakes, i tried to get them all but i may have missed some... oops! and if you like it let me know if you want to be tagged in the future! ok... here we go...

Chapter 1:

“Graduation tomorrow, Bones, can you believe it!?” Jim smacked his friend in the chest as they strolled through the Academy halls, “And after summer we have six months of placement, the only thing currently standing between me and a ship. Once placement is finished then it’s space, space, nothing but space, sitting in my captains chair.”

Bones groaned beside him, the thought of being in space still haunting him all these years later, “Space is disease and danger, wrapped in darkness and silence. We’ll be lucky if we don’t end up with Microbian Stephis, see if you're still bouncing around when you're bleeding from every organ you’ve got. And let’s hope we don’t come across Glorian Pink Eye, cuz I don’t wanna hear you complaining when you can’t see through you're swollen, puss filled eye balls.”

Jim laughed, turning to look at the scowling man beside him. “Bones, why did you even signup for Starfleet?”

“I told you, the ex-wife took everything in the divorce, all I’ve got left-”

“Is your bones,” he finished for him with a smirk and a nod, “I know, Bones.”

Bones stopped walking, Jim turning to face him, “Well,” Bones said, crossing his arms, a hint of mockery in his voice, “if you’d listened that well in your Earth History class then maybe you would have passed with a better grade.”

“Earth history is boring.” And it was true, even Bones had to admit he hated that class just as much as Jim did. As a peace keeping planet, not too much happened on Earth.

“I know it was boring, but…” he sighed, wondering if he should even bring it up, “Jim, you're Pa is a major part of Earth’s history.”

He regretted bringing up the topic immediately as he watched as Jim’s bright, hopeful, ready to take on the universe attitude did a complete u-turn right before his eyes.

“I know,” he replied, suddenly finding something on the floor fascinating, before whispering, “I just wish he could have been part of mine.”

Bones was about to reach out, tell Jim he shouldn’t be upset but instead should be proud of his Pa, because if it wasn’t for him, Jim and so many others wouldn’t be alive today. But right before his arm made contact with Jim, his friend was shoved violently into him from behind, Bones catching him just before he hit the floor.

He peered around Jim to see who had been able to shove him so hard to knock him almost clean off his feet, and was surprised to see a dirty blonde pony tail standing behind him.

He pushed Jim off of him and continued to stare at this girl, unable to even comprehend the English language let alone speak it. He couldn’t see much of her face, for it was shoved nose deep in a PADD, but he could tell she was the most beautiful thing this side of the whole damn planet but… what should he say?! He had been married once before so he should know what to do by now… shouldn’t he?!

Before he could manage to compose himself she began walking past them, not seeming to be the slightest bit bothered by what had just occurred. While all Bones could do was just stand there wide eyed while the cat had his tongue, Jim decided he was going to give her a piece of his mind.

“Hey!” he shouted, “Maybe you should get your nose out of that PADD and actually pay attention to where you're going! Damn near killed me!”

The girl turned, shifting her eyes away from her PADD and to Jim for a mere fraction of a second, before turning back.

When she looked at him, Jim became as stoic as Bones, there was something about this girl… but it couldn’t be, “It can’t be her,” he whispered, more to himself then Bones, “Not after all this time, it…” he shook his head, fighting the back and forth in his mind, then decided to just go for it. He suddenly bolted, sprinting across the hallway leaving Bones behind. He raised a hand in the air as he ran towards her shouting, “Rielle!”

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“Rielle, could you please assist me later on this evening in completing a laboratory experiment on the chemical attributes of the flora the U.S.S Hudson retrieved on their mission to Reverion last week?”

�� The dirty blonde turned slowly in her chair as her fingers slid gracefully over the PADD she had been stuck to for nearly three days now. Without removing her eyes from the screen she answered, “Of course, Spock, when and where?”

“Laboratory B, at 1800 hours would be excellent.”

“Sounds good,” though Spock wondered if she was actually listening to him.

Before he could voice his concerns that she would leave him standing in the labs alone tonight, her comm went off.

“Lieutenant Rielle,” she answered, still not removing her eyes from the object before her.

“Rielle, it’s Pike. Meet me in my office in ten, we have some last minute details we need to go over before tomorrows graduation.”

“Roger that!” Spock shook his head at her lack of restraint. Had she have been anyone else, the captain would have had her head for forgetting to add “sir” to the end of that reply.

She placed the comm in it’s holder on her belt and stood making way for the door. “Spock,” she turned, “I don’t know how long this meeting with Pike will take, but knowing that man, probably forever. Is there any way we could do the experiment tomorrow? Same time, same place?”

“I see no harm in waiting one more day, Lieutenant.”

“Thanks, Spock.” And with that she was gone and practically running through the halls, which she would soon come to regret.

She was almost there, mere meters away from Pikes office, when some bozo decided it was a good idea to stop in the middle of the hallway. Right smack dab in her way. Now, it was partly her fault since she couldn’t tear herself away from the article on transwarp beaming she had been reading for three days, Montgomery Scott was a fine engineer indeed, but she would never admit to anyone that she was to blame for colliding with the idiot in front of her.

She decided now was not the time to get in a heated argument with the blond she almost knocked to the ground, hoping maybe that would be enough to perhaps knock some sense into him, and carried on past him. Apparently not.

“Hey!” he shouted, “Maybe you should get your nose out of that PADD and actually pay attention to where you're going! Damn near killed me!”

It took just about every inch of self control she had to not turn back and punch that mouthy son of a bitch in the face, but somehow she managed it. She turned, throwing a wave in his direction and making slight eye contact, and instantly wished she hadn’t.

As soon as her eyes made contact with those baby blues, she knew. No one else in the entire galaxy could ever match that shade of blue, no one, and her suspicions where right when he called her name.

“Rielle!”

“Oh god, no…” she didn’t want to turn back, didn’t want this confrontation now, or ever again to be honest. Maybe if she just kept walking there was a chance he wouldn’t get to her before she could get to Pike’s office. Today, it seemed, was not her lucky day.

Steps away from the door the boy grabbed her arm, stopping her just before she opened it.

“Rielle!” she dropped her PADD to the floor hearing his voice, “Rielle… don’t you remember me? It’s Jim-”

He was stopped short by a sharp slap to the cheek as she turned to finally face him.

“Oh, I remember you Jim Kirk!” her face red with rage.

He let her arm go, pulling back a step to place a hand on his now burning cheek, “Still as fiery as ever, I see.”

“Screw you Jim! How dare you come up to me after all these years and act as if nothing happened! Did you think I would just forgive you? Did you think you could just walk up to me, strike up a conversation, and we could just step right back into where things left off?!” she paused to cross her arms, “you do remember how things left off, don’t you?”

“Rielle, I-”

She put a hand up, stopping him again, “Save it, Jim, I’ve got a meeting with Captain Pike, and now you’ve made me late.”

With that she opened the door and quickly closed it behind her.

Bones, finally remembering that English was his native language, came to stand beside a still dumbfounded Jim. “What the hell was that all about? Why’d she hit you?”

“Because,” he replied mindlessly as he reached down to grab the PADD she had dropped at his feet, “I’m a huge idiot.”

“Yeah,” Bones sighed, “what else is new?”

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Chris Pike looked up from his desk as his office door flew opened and quickly slammed shut. He was even more surprised by the fact that the blonde who rushed in also locked the door behind her. Unusual.

Without sparing her a second glance, he returned to his work and muttered mindlessly, “Everything alright, Rielle?”

“No!” she practically screamed, “I just bumped into Jim Kirk.”

“Jim Kirk?!” Chris abandoned his work, pushing it aside, “The Jim Kirk?! He's here?!”

“Yes, the Jim Kirk.” She peeled herself from her previous place leaning on the door and made her way to the chair in front of Chris’s desk, planting herself there. She put both feet on the desk in front of her, crossing her arms across her chest. “How did you not know he was at the Academy?”

“There are so many students here, I barely know any of them, and I rarely teach.” He raised a brow at her as she slouched further in her chair, attempting to read her as he then asked, “And how do you feel about Jim being at the Academy?”

“Angry,” she shook her head as she continued, “furious, upset, used, left behind, appalled, and did I mention angry? God, I'm so mad at him!”

Chris sighed, he knew everything there was to know about the history between Jim Kirk and Rielle. He knew there was so much to their past that meant the world to her, but what Jim did, he was never sure she could forgive though he had hoped she would should this day ever come. But if there was one thing in the universe that Chris Pike was absolutely sure on, it was just how stubborn he knew Rielle could be.

He pushed out from his desk and moved to sit on the corner beside her feet. He let out a small chuckled at her scornful expression before asking, “Well, did you tell him that?”

“Are you kidding me?!” she exclaimed, eyes wide, “After what he did, I think it’s quite clear he doesn’t care at all! About me, or anyone other then himself. Not to mention the fact that when I bumped into him and he finally realized it was me, he walked up to me as if nothing even happened. Does he think that I’m just going to forgive him and move on, just like that?!”

Yep, just as stubborn as always. “Rielle, I'm going to give you my honest opinion here, and I want you to listen to everything I have to say.” She nodded, urging him to continue, “Jim Kirk is, and always has been, your world. Maybe he was right to act as if nothing happened, maybe you two should just move forwards instead of looking backwards.”

Rielle scrunched her brows and sat forwards ready to argue but was cut off by Chris's hand.

“Wait,” he stopped her, “listen to every word. Instead of brushing Jim off why don’t you see what he has to say? Maybe he has a good reason for what he did.”

“A good reason?!” that’ll be the day, she thought, “What good reason could he have for abandoning me?!”

“You’ll never know the truth unless you ask,” he shrugged.

“Well…” she sat back in the chair, staring straight, “what does one even say in a situation like this?”

“Hi,” he said simply, “nice to see you, I missed you, can we talk?”

“I don’t know,” she brought a hand up to her head resting it on her temple, “I don’t know if I even want to know what insane, hair brained excuse that giant idiot can come up with.”

“Look,” he began, a stern look in his eyes, one she had seen many times, “I saw what he did to you, how badly he hurt you, and how it affected you even years after. The least he can give you is an explanation.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right.”

“Good,” he gave her shoulder a light tap before returning to his chair behind the desk, “now, we still have a lot to do before graduation tomorrow and I am panicking!”

She chuckled as she found comfort in the thought that some things never change. Sit Chris Pike in the captains chair and throw him into battle, and you'll witness the most well put together man the universe has ever seen, cool, collected, and confident. But ask him to do the simple task of organizing this year’s graduation and a chicken with its head cut off would look more organized then Chris.

She reached out and took a small stack of papers from Chris, getting right to work.

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“Good god, man!”

Jim and Bones were sat across from each other in the cafeteria. Jim telling Bones all about the blonde from the hallway, while a stunned Bones listened with a mouthful of spaghetti hovering halfway between his mouth and his plate.

“I can’t believe you did that?! I mean, I knew you didn’t have a heart, but come on!” He placed the fork on the plate, giving up on his food altogether, “I don’t think even a Klingon is that cold blooded, Jim.”

“Come on, Bones,” Jim slouched deeper in his chair, “I already feel awful about it, don’t make me feel worse.”

“Well you should,” he nodded at him, “pretty girl like that, you should feel worse then my Uncle Charlie after Thanksgiving dinner. And let me tell you, six helpings of turkey dinner washed down with an entire bottle of whiskey ain’t a pretty sight.”

Usually Jim found amusement in his friends’ metaphors, but not today. Today he sat across from Bones, his appetite completely vanished, and his usual Kirk charm nowhere to be found. All of his thoughts were on Rielle.

Bones took the last bit of food off his fork and noticed that Jim’s plate remained unusually full, the kid had a black hole for a stomach he was sure, but instead he stared blankly at the table. “If it’s bothering you that much, would it kill you to try again?”

“No,” he slowly looked up to Bones, “but she might.”

He waved a hand at him, “I think you're over exaggerating, Jim, she looks harmless.”

“Looks can be deceiving, Bones.”

“Look,” he began, stern faced, “I say tomorrow, after the ceremony, you find her and apologize.”

Jim shook his head, “You don’t know her like I do. She won’t forgive me, I wouldn’t forgive me.”

“You might be surprised, Jim,” he took up his tray and turned away from the table before shouting back, “I'm sorry goes a long way”

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Jim and bones filed into the stadium with the rest of the graduating cadets. It was decorated in star fleet colours, complete with chair covers, banners, even balloons. Jim was impressed, so was Bones.

He let out a whistle as they entered the stadium, “You wouldn’t think it but the professors sure do know how to put on a good spread,” he nudged Jim as they went to find their assigned seats.

“Yeah,” he said as they came up on row 12E for Bones and 13G for Jim, turns out Jim's seat was right behind Bones, “I just hope the foods good.”

“You not gunna ask your pretty friend to dinner after the ceremony?” Bones tried to make it sound like a tease but Jim knew it was a serious question.

“She might not even be here.” Jim thought back to his years at the academy. He had taken the mandatory courses but also chose to take on almost five times that of a normal course load as extra electives, and he had never seen Rielle in any of them. In fact, aside from yesterday in the halls, he had never seen her in the Academy, period. “She might not even be graduating. I don’t know what year she's in, or if she graduated already. I mean, before everything went down between us, she was talking about enlisting, so there’s a chance she's way ahead of us.”

Before Bones could give his two cents the lights dimmed and the stage before them lit up as their professors, captains, and admirals lined the stage before sitting on the chairs placed there for them.

Bones turned back to Jim tapping his leg, and Jim leaned forwards, “Front row, second from the podium. There’s your pretty blonde.”

Jim gaped, wide eyed at the stage, “She's a teacher?!”

A man, who Jim recognized as Admiral Markus, came to the podium silencing the crowd before him, but Jim remained hunched forwards close to Bones as Markus spoke. “Welcome, everyone! Today we gather to celebrate the great minds of these wonderful people sitting here before us. Our future.” He gestured to the cadets below and the crowd gave a short cheer, “But I'm not going to take all the credit for this brilliant ceremony, and instead I will hand you over to Captain Pike, one of our most esteemed members of Starfleet. He singlehandedly organized this entire ceremony for you, so cadets, make sure you give Captain Pike your thanks on your way out. Over to you, Captain.”

Jim paled for the second time that night. He thought bumping into Rielle was bad enough, but this was worse. “Bones!” he whispered harshly while smacking his shoulder, “Bones!”

“What?!”

“I know him too!” he pointed to the man now standing at the podium.

“Seriously?! You think you know a guy,” he shook his head, “What did you do to him?”

“No, it’s not like that, he's-”

Jim was cut short in his explanation as Captain Pike began his speech, “Thank you, Admiral Markus. But, this is not about me, this night is about you. Your hard work and dedication has gotten you this far and let me tell you, it does not end here my friends. In fact, this is just the beginning. Now, I’ve had the pleasure of teaching some of you, and I use the word pleasure lightly here, looking at you Kurt Mccullen.” A small hoot was heard from somewhere to Jim’s right and the stadium erupted in a rumble of laughter. Jim shot his attention to the chair second to the left and watched as Rielle let a small smile escape. That smile, Jim thought, I missed it. “But honestly, in all my years as a teacher and captain, I have never known a better group of cadets. I am confident when I say that I know you were all meant for great things, and we all expect it of you. So, with that I will say congratulations on making it through and let’s kick this ceremony into full gear. If I could have row 1 please join me for your degrees.”

It took what felt to Jim like a lifetime before Captain Pike called row 13 to the front, but it finally happened. Bones passed him on his way back to his seat, giving him a “good luck” bump on his arm, and then it was Jim’s turn. He stood a few feet away from the stage, waiting for his name to be called, butterflies doing flips in hi stomach. He couldn’t even look up as Captain Pike began to speak.

“And now, I call upon a cadet who…” Pike paused, turning to look back at Rielle for a brief moment before continuing, “Who I have known for a long time. Someone I, unfortunately, did not have the pleasure of teaching during his time here at the Academy, though someone who I am sure exceeded the expectations of his teachers, and will continue to do so as he ventures forth on whatever path he should choose. Cadet James T. Kirk, come on up and get your degree, son.”

Jim took the four small steps up to the podium and stood before Captain Pike. He looks Jim dead in the eyes, and for a moment Jim wasn’t sure what he would say, but what he did say left Jim a bit shocked, “Well son, despite everything, congratulations.” He took Jim’s hand, holding it between them, “I'm sorry I didn’t know you were enlisted in the Academy or I would have tried to contact you sooner, I…”

Pike noticed as Jim glanced at Rielle from the corner of his eye. She was standing with the other Academy Officials, trying very hard not to make any eye contact with him. Pike gave Jim’s hand one final squeeze before finally handing him his degree and saying with a pat to his shoulder, “Go on son,” and nodding in her direction.

Jim couldn’t even speak, he didn’t know what to say. All he could do was nod and slowly make his way over to Rielle. He was standing in front of her, trying to think of what he could possibly come up with that wouldn’t make her hate him even more then she already does, when just as she was about to look up, a hand took her shoulder turning her away from Jim.

He jumped out of his trace and looked to see some bowl cut, pointy eared guy behind her, now holding all of her attention. He shook his head, deciding that maybe right here on stage wasn’t the place to be harshly rejected in front of his entire graduating class, and made his way back to his seat behind Bones.

He plopped himself down hard with a huff as Bones leaned back to ask, “Didn’t go well, did it?”

“No!” Just my luck, he thought, “Who is that pointy eared bastard, anyways?”

“Alright,” Pike began again before Bones could answer, “now that everyone has received their degrees and awards, there is one more item on the agenda that needs to be tended to. So, without further adieu, I would like to invite someone very special to the stage to present our last but perhaps our most prestigious award. I would like to invite Starfleet's very own head researcher, data analyst, science officer, engineer specialist, and all round go to girl, Rielle.”

“Wow!” Bones nodded as he watched her walk across the stage replacing Pike, “Pretty and smart.”

“I… I never knew she had accomplished so much.”

Bones turned in his seat to face Jim completely. He leaned an arm on the back of his seat and sighed, “Well, Jim, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, it's kind of your own fault that you don’t know anything about her anymore.”

As Bones turned his attention back to the stage Jim couldn’t help but feel he was right. It was all his fault.

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Rielle stood, hands clasped in front of her, watching from the corner of her eye as Pike gave Jim his degree. All she wanted was for him to walk past her without so much as a second glance and take his seat in the sea of cadets. Then she saw his feet move, towards her instead of the stairs to her right. Panic swelled in her chest, her breathing escalated, and when his feet stopped moving right in front of her she thought she would pass out right there on stage. Rielle was a strong girl, there was hardly a conflict she couldn’t handle, but Jim Kirk was the one exception.

She thought maybe it would be best to just get this over with. To give him what he wanted and talk to him, maybe then he would go away. Surely the interest he currently holds in trying to talk to her would soon fade and she could go back to pretending he no longer existed.

With a sigh she swallowed her pride and slowly began lifting her head to meet his eyes, when a god send grabbed her shoulder turning her completely away from Jim and she could not have been happier.

Her head snapped up to find Spock, hand still on her shoulder as she whispered, “Is he still there?!”

“He has returned to his seat.”

“Thank god,” she clutched her chest, bending over slightly, “that was not something I wanted to deal with right now.”

Spock moved his eyes along the crowd, finding Jim almost directly in the center of the stadium, “That is him, correct? The man you told me of before?”

She nodded, “yeah, that’s him.” She brought a hand up to ruffle the hair in her pony tail, “I thought he was gone Spock, I thought… I thought I would never see him again. Here I am only now getting over him, ten years later, and he shows up just to blow my emotions back into hyperdrive.”

“Perhaps,” he shifted his weight slightly and tilted his head to whisper only to her, “I should take on the form of human culture and offer my services should you need someone to, as you say, “give him a good beating””

She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips. Rielle had known Spock for a long time now and was used to Spock being all Vulcan all the time, but whenever he let a little bit of human slip through the cracks of his hard Vulcan exterior, it made even the worst of days seem a little brighter.

“I would like to invite Starfleet's very own head researcher, data analyst, science officer, engineer specialist, and all round go to girl, Rielle.” She tuned in just in time to catch the end of Pikes speech and turned her head to the podium. Pike was gesturing her over to take his place.

“Well, that’s my cue,” she flashed the Vulcan a small smile and a wink before she left, “thanks Spock.”

With a salute she replaced pike at the podium and faced the crowd. The stadium was completely full, not an empty seat to be found. Did it scare her, to be in front of all those people giving a speech? No, not one bit, she lived for this. She just hoped that she could keep her wandering eyes at bay, should she dare to spy Jim in the crowd.

With one single breath, she placed her hands on the podium and began, cool, collected, and confident, “Thank-you, Captain Pike, and hello cadets, congratulations to you all. I am here to award a very special cadet with one of the Academy’s most distinguished awards.

When I graduated the academy eight years ago, I was honoured to receive thirteen awards in various subjects ranging from linguistics, to engineering, nuclear biology, xenoethics and culture, captaincy, ambassadorial introduction, and many others. I received the highest marks in the courses and received high praises from teachers and guests to our Academy on my high level of understanding in all areas of study. And that is what this award is all about. This award will be given to the cadet whom the staff have widely recognized as an all round achieving student, but instead of handing out thirteen awards, we have decided to join them together into one."

Now, I do not know the name of the recipient of this award, only Admiral Markus holds that knowledge, but I have been told that this cadet is someone that everyone should aspire to be, should look up to. I am told that they excelled in all areas of study and continue, even now, to seek out new opportunities to further their knowledge and understanding of everything we stand for here at Starfleet. This cadet leaves here tonight with offers from not only Starfleet, but from outlying planets such as Ateron, Vulmencia, Draxus 9, and even Niam. They have received offers from various science academies, ambassadors, and have been hand picked by several captains here at Starfleet who would like to offer them a place on their ships. These include the U.S.S Galdor, Victoir, Gazine, as well as the Enterprise captained by Captain Pike, whose offer was submitted last night. This cadet clearly has a great future ahead of them, one that they deserve, and any of these offers would be a great path to follow. Though, I might suggest the Enterprise, it is after all the ship I will be serving on come summer and I would love to work with and get to know this amazing cadet. Now, I think we have left this cadet in enough suspense so Admiral Markus,” she turned then, one hand outstretched towards the man in question, “may I ask for the envelope now, please?”

With a smile he stood, reaching a hand inside his jacket, and retrieving a small palm sized envelope handing it to Rielle.

“Thank-you, Sir,” she turned back to the crowd holding the envelope up slightly, “Inside this envelope holds the name of the very remarkable cadet I have had the absolute honour of speaking about tonight. I encourage you all, as fellow cadets, friends, and possibly future coworkers, to congratulate this cadet in their hard work and dedication that got them to where they are today. And so, the recipient of this years Starfleet Achievement award is…” she broke the seal of the envelope and slowly pulled the paper out. She could hear the anticipation in the air, the hope and desperation. She turned the small piece of paper over to reveal the name and instantly felt all the blood drain from her body, “James T. Kirk,” she whispered to herself. Well if someone was trying to make her day go from bad to worse, they did it.

Realizing that all eyes were still on her she moved closer to the mic, regaining her cool, collected, and confident attitude that she normally held, and spoke, “The recipient is James T. Kirk.”

The crowd erupted into cheers and her head turned to her right as she saw Jim stand and begin making his way towards the stairs. Once he had made his way to stand before her, she steadied her breath and looked him dead in the eyes as she said without waiver, “James Tiberius Kirk, I am honoured to award you with the Starfleet Achievement award.”

He flashed her that James T. Kirk smile, the one that always used to bring her to her knees, and damn if she wasn’t feeling that now. After he took the award from her he held out his hand waiting for her to take it. Truthfully, she didn’t want to, but she knew what it felt like to be embarrassed in front of so many people. Reluctantly she took his hand, and the second she made contact with Jim she never wanted to let go again. It was like everything came rushing back and she realized just how much she truly missed him. Missed his smile, his charm, his whit. She missed scary movies in the dark, star gazing on the roof, staying up all hours of the night just to talk about nothing. She actually missed James T. Kirk.

Before she could collect her thoughts and say anything else the crowd of cadets stood and suddenly they were standing under a cascade of graduation caps. She removed her hand from where it was still connected with Jim’s and took her chance to escape through the sea of people now making their way to the stage. Jim tried to grab her before she could but lost her faster then he could blink an eye. Bones found him then, and informed him that there was food being served in the main hall if he cared to join, to which Jim turned down. Normally, bones would insist on a physical after personally witnessing Jim turn down food twice in less then twenty-four hours, but he knew why. He knew the rejection from the blonde was hitting Jim in a way that bones didn’t quite understand yet, and he knew Jim just needed time.

With a clasp on the back bones left and Jim stayed in the stadium, sitting on the edge of the stage watching as the crowd got smaller and smaller, until finally it was just him.

Footsteps made their way towards Jim, slowly and cautiously. The clearing of a throat bought Jim out of his slump long enough to look up to the owner of the feet in front of him.

“Rielle!”

She shifted nervously, not quite knowing what to say, then decided to follow some wise advice, “Hi,” she said quietly, almost so Jim couldn’t hear, “nice to see you, I missed you, can… can we talk?”

“Yeah,” he said, a bit shocked, “yeah of course.”

“Good,” she nodded, “coffee on Dunstan Street?”

Jim stood, a little too quickly almost sending himself flying off the stage. He wasn’t sure what this was, whether she was still angry, hurt, he didn’t know, but he did hope that this was a sign she was possibly willing to let it go and move forwards. Either way, he was willing to give it everything he had if it meant a small possibility of having her back in his life.

He held an arm out, leading her towards the exit, and she allowed him to without struggle. Halfway across the stadium she tilted her head up to Jim, “oh! And you're definitely buying.”

He stopped, staring at her with mock anger before bursting out laughing. Some things never change.

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