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ladyideal · 5 years ago

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Our Love 3/3

Pairing: McKirk x Reader

Word Count: 11.5k (it spiraled away, I’m sorry.)

Warnings: Geez, where to begin. Lots of alcohol, lots of cursing, description of injuries, fighting, mild panic attack, major character death, really 95% angst, crying and sobbing. (Probably missed something, let me know if I do.)

Summary: After three years with Leonard, and one year with Jim, both your boyfriends proposes to you during Jim’s bday. You said yes. With a new away mission, both Jim and Leonard were called down. Even though you had a bad feeling about it, you let them convince you it will be okay. It was not okay. Honestly, go read the story.

A/N: Welp, here’s the end folks. And I’m quite at a loss of having typing down almost 12k words in this part. It’s long, but it’s worth the read, I promise. This has become my longest story ever, and I’m proud of it. Hope you like it still, @cuddlememerrick. I did tell you it was gonna break your heart. I chose “Close Your Eyes.” as my last prompt. You’ll only get 2k of fluff. That’s it.

Please get a box of tissues ready. I promise you’ll need them.

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3

Jim confessed.

No, he wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t upset. In fact, he wasn’t feeling any of them. He loved you. He wanted you. He loved Len, and Len did too. After a talk with Leonard late one night, you and him agreed. Logically, two became three.

Starfleet had mentioned no relationships with the direct superior, something that Spock continued to point out every time he gets the chance. Jim snorted, and waved it away. To hell with that rule, he said. There was no way that Starfleet could really enforce that rule without making several people upset.

Plus Jim was unorthodox that way. As a Captain, he wasn’t very strict with the rules, a more laid back attitude to them. Sure, it gave you problems and headaches when annual ship inspection came around. But it was worth it.

It was worth having Jim as your Captain and now boyfriend.

Since then, your relationships with your two boys have only gone up, and much better. It was double the fun, and double the love. It wasn’t easy to spend time together, especially as Captain and First Officer, your shifts were staggered in order to accommodate between the three shifts. All three accommodated the circumstances by working on the ship.

You cherished the time together when you can. Whether it was going down to Engineering and almost always having a displeased Doctor yelling at you for being so careless or spending time at the holodeck or drinking at the officer’s lounge and passing out, it was good times.

Especially since the horrible fight with Leonard, you and him had reconcile and found a better way to help convey your side of the opinion and then his. It took time to get back to where the relationship was previously, but with Jim on board, everything was seamless.

It was almost as if you were living a fairy tale dream. Your two princes and you all dressed up in a wonderful life. Leonard snorted at the idea when you mentioned it to him, but in his eyes, you knew he was pleased. Jim was the opposite, laughing and grinning at the idea. You even wondered if it was even a good idea to tell him that. By his shit eating grin to go off of, you knew that he was cooking up an idea in his head.

You weren’t disappointed.

Since Jim’s birthday was in a week, Jim had finally announced that he wanted his birthday party to be a fairy tale themed. Immediately, you and the doctor both rolled your eyes at his antics. The blonde pouted.

“Come on, Y’N,” He tried to convince you. “I know Bones wasn’t going to like it. But you? Please.”

Throughout the day, he’d begged you in all sorts of different ways. A message there, a message written on the foggy mirror, a sticky note on your computer, a frowny face on your PADD, and so much more. He’d even somehow got Leonard to jump on board, and help with his pleading.

“Enough Jim,” You finally broke down, shaking your head at him as you sat across from him over dinner. “Alright, alright. I’ll do it. I’ll put something together for you, but only because you’re insufferable.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You did it anyways. Swinging down to the education side of the ship, you spoke to the teachers there to organize an event with the kids. Draw some pictures of the Captain and even draw some pretty castles in the background, and make it a contest. It would be a nice background and decorations around the rec room when Jim was able to get off duty and judge who was best.

Cake. You frowned in the kitchen of your quarters, looking down at the recipes that your PADD was able to come up with. Being on the ship was hard enough, much less had enough of the ingredients you needed. You sighed.

Replicator it was.

While you were busy mixing the sprinkles within the batter, a pair of strong arms and the scent of bourbon enveloped you from behind. Ignoring your surprised squacks, Leonard gently planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Leonard McCoy!” You grumbled, swatting his arms away. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Good thing I’m a doctor,” The bastard smirked. “Baking Jim’s cake?”

“If you keep hugging me like that, I will never be able to get it finished on time,” You groaned, lightly pushing away from him. “Now come on doctor, get an apron on. Still need to get started on the cupcakes.”

You threw a nearby apron to his face, grinning back at him. Reproachfully, he pouted at you, but pulled the offered apron off his face, and rolled his sleeves up.

“Where can I help, sweetheart?”

Rows of children’s drawings of Jim hung across the walls of the room, and a large “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAPTAIN KIRK” decoration slung above them all. The large cake and a dozen or so frosted cupcakes sat in the center, and a modest pile of unopened presents sat tucked away in the far corner of the entrance. Officers milled about, all with a drink in their hands. Uhura was dancing with Spock, Scotty was already drunk and waving his arms around as he spoke to an equally drunk but interested Chekov, and Sulu was dealing out poker at another table.

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jim hurried over when you and Leonard finally entered.

“Hey, what about me?” Leonard grumped as you were lifted into the air.

“Let me down, Jim,” You laughed, kicking slightly in the air. “Let me down!”

“You too, Bones,” The Captain smirked over at the doctor, but reluctantly set you back down on your feet.

“Happy birthday, Jim,” You and the doctor chorused, kissing the blonde and grinning as Leonard kissed his cheek too.

“How did you get the kids to draw all these?” Jim pointed at the pictures and models of him.

You smirked. “All I had to do was say it was your birthday, and whoever draws the best picture or the best model wins a prize. Judged by you,” You spoke, watching as Leonard left the conversation to grab some bourbon from the bar. “You do have to give out three honorable mentions though.”

Jim laughed, and brought you tightly to him again. “Thank you so much, Y/N. You really outdid yourself this time.”

You beamed at him. “Anything for you, Jimmy boy.”

Jim eyed Leonard for a moment, and in that silent exchange, both men nodded.

“Alright, everyone,” The Captain spoke up louder this time, gaining the attention of those that attended his party. “Thank you for coming to my party. It was spectacular, much more than I ever expected on a ship, and away from home. You can thank Commander Y/N for planning and setting everything up.” He paused, briefly smirking at you again.

“But I have a surprise of my own.”

You frowned slightly, confused at the turn of events. It was supposed to be you having the surprises, like the lingerie bag hidden underneath the bed, not the birthday boy himself.

Leonard slid closer to you. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”

With no other choice, you obeyed. Closing your eyes, you listened to the shuffles in front of you. What the hell was going on.

“Now open them.”

Your eyes widened at the sight of the box held by Jim and Leonard in front of you, and both your boyfriends on one knee. Feeling your heart leap inside your chest, your jaw dropped in surprise. Several officers around you gasped loudly. A surprise squeak bubbled out of your mouth, as you understood what was going on. Rather carefully, Jim pried your left hand away from your mouth.

“Y/N, when I first met you on the ship three years ago, I couldn’t believe there could be anything that shone brighter than the stars. I thought that this could be it, that you were the one that I was looking for. I have this ship, I have this crew, and most importantly I have you. I was scared at first. My reputation hasn't been the greatest, and thought that alone would scare you away from me,” Jim smiled tentatively up at you. "Being on this ship is scary enough all alone with no one beside. I know I make more mistakes than I have made right ones. But I promise to do my best to do it right for you, for Bones, for us.”

You could only blink in response, wiping away tears with your free hand.

“Sweetheart, when I first met you three years go at your cafe, you rudely barged into my life with no care at all,” Leonard picked up, pausing when you giggled. “You set my coffee down, made me eat those overly sweet cookies, and talked with me even though I was a total stranger. You didn’t know me, and I only knew your cafe because all my nurses were begging me to go and try your coffee out. You made me realize that there was still hope in the future, and that you were it. I know I can be temperamental at times, but you love me just the way I am. Joanna loves you, same with ma, and everyone else in our family and Jim’s. We want to spend the rest of our lives with you.”

“Will you do us the honor of marrying us?” The two spoke in complete unison.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you nodded.

“Yes,” You spoke, clearing your throat. “Yes!”

With breathtaking smiles, you watched as Leonard pulled the snug diamond ring out of its confines and slowly pushed it up your finger.

You stared in amazement at the row of dazzling diamonds on your hand for a minute, before lifting your head up at the sounds of people cheering all around. Leonard and Jim beamed as congratulations were offered, and the party continued long into the night.

"I can't believe you Jimbo, for pulling that off," You grumbled, but the smile on your face robbed you from being serious. "You too Len."

"Can't a guy have his tricks up his sleeve?" The blonde spoke, changing out of his regulation shirt into his pajamas.

"Besides Y/N," Leonard added on, digging through his drawer for some sweatpants. "You're not sneaky enough. We've known for quite some time about what's hidden under the bed."

You gasped out loud from under the covers, and groaned in frustration. "Come on! It was supposed to be a surprise." You pouted at your now fiancees.

"You don't hear us complaining, do you?" Jim wickedly smirked. Your eyes widened at his words, then swung over to an equally smug Leonard.

It was going to be a long night for you.

It was a day later when the Enterprise received a distress call from one of the Federation colonies. Jim being Jim insisted that he was going to go beam down, and somehow managed to convince Leonard to join him.

“J, are you sure about going down? I can go in your place,” You punched a couple buttons on your PADD, entering his ready room without knocking. Frowning at the lack of response from your captain, you looked up in time to see Jim gently nipping at Leonard’s lower lip. You shook your head.

“Close your eyes, Bones,” The blonde purred.

Of course.

“Ahem,” You loudly cleared your throat. Immediately the doctor and captain bounced apart, faces red after the amount of making out they were having.

“Good god sugar, there’s somethin’ called knockin’,” Leonard scowled, smoothing out his tunic. “You should try it sometime.”

Jim waggled his eyebrows at you. “How long have you been standing there watching us, hmm? Bet you want to join us.”

You rolled your eyes at the blonde. “While you went and had your fun,” you paused, glaring daggers at Leonard as though the make out session was all his fault.. “I really need to get this away mission sorted out.”

Jim shrugged, righting his shirt. “Just me, Bones, and some security is needed. They’ve got some injured, and need some supplies to be beamed down to the colony.”

You frowned. There was a bad feeling about this mission, almost making you nauseous as your stomach rolled. “Jim, something feels wrong about all this. They want you and Leonard specifically. No other missions have been like this. You, yes, but not Len.”

Clapping you on the shoulder, you watched as the captain sat back down in his chair. “It’ll be alright, Y/N. It’s just a routine mission.”

“Now hold up Jim, you didn’t say that they-,” Leonard interjected.

You bit down at your lower lip, unsure. “You’re the captain here, I can go down instead. If something happens, it’s not only you anymore. The ship can’t lose its captain. It’s a gut feeling, J. Something’s wrong down there.”

“You said it yourself, doll,” Jim leaned against his seat. “It’s dangerous out there for you. Let me and Bones take care of it.”

You huffed in frustration, turning to Leonard once more. “And what about you? You’re hardly one that likes to go down for missions like this.”

“M’Benga has gone down the last five missions that needed a doctor,” The doctor scowled at Jim. “And someone has to keep an eye on the infant. Heaven forbid that I look away from him for a second, and the next minute he’s sporting an injury.”

You threw your hands up into the air, done with the pair. “This isn’t over,” You grumbled, pivoting on your heels and storming out.

Needless to say, the next two days you needled and prodded at the two whenever you got a chance whether it was face to face or by via messages. You couldn’t believe your fiancees. If both went down, and god forbid something does happen, you would be losing one, or even both. Jim was always a risk taker, but what surprised you was the doctor.

Leonard was one to never go down on a mission, if he could help it. In fact, he would be turning to the other doctors and nurses to fill in the spot so he wouldn't have to go. Now, him volunteering himself to go down, was absolutely mind boggling. You didn’t know what else to do, but to badger them as much as possible.

“Get some sleep, doll,” Jim spoke firmly to you in front of your shared quarters, and gazed into your eyes. “Someone out of us three have to be the alert one, and watch it all up from the ship where you won’t be in harm's way.”

“J, please. You have to listen to me, Something’s not right,” You pleaded quietly. “I can’t lose you or Len if something were to happen.”

“And nothing is going to happen, Y/N,” Jim gently brought you into a tight hug. You laid your cheek on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I’ve got Bones beside me, and I’ve got you watching from above. It’ll go fine, I swear.”

You chuckled weakly. “You can’t make that promise, Jim,” You croaked, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t lose him or Leonard or both. It would devastate you. “Not when every time you go down for a mission, something always goes wrong and you always land yourself in Medbay.”

“Tell me, baby doll, what are you wearing on your hand?”

“A-a-a r-ring?” You stuttered out in confusion, flickering your eyes up at his face.

“A promise, Y/N,” He gently corrected you, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “My promise to you, and Bones’s promise too. No matter what happens. We will be back.”

You whimpered silently into his shirt, and closed your eyes briefly. Other officers walking along the same corridor skirted around you as much as possible, but some had lingering curiosity. You could care less at the moment. All you wanted, desperately hoped for, was for both your fiancees to return safe and sound.

“Get some sleep.”

“You too, Jim.”

Leonard was already fast asleep on the bed when you entered. The lights were at 10% brightness, something he must have thought ahead for you. As softly as you could, you stripped off your uniform, threw it into the clothes hamper, and slowly squeaked out the middle drawer for your pajamas.

After brushing your teeth in record time, you sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing your unshed tears away. The mattress squeaked when you sat down, but silenced as you crawled under the covers. As though the doctor could sense your body heat, his arms shot out, and gently pulled you in to him.

“Wha took you so long?” He mumbled quietly, still sleep addled. An eye peeked down as you yawned, pressing yourself closer into your teddy bear of a doctor.

“Jim,” was all you managed out, closing your eyes.

“It’ll be okay, baby girl,” Leonard replied. “We’ve got you.”

Despite your fears for the coming day, you shoved your worries away for the meantime and let yourself drift away. It wasn’t long before the other side of the mattress dipped down and squealed, another pair of arms wrapped comfortably around your middle. You’d tensed up briefly, but relaxed again as Jim kissed your cheek, careful to not wake you.

“I’m here, doll,” Jim settled himself right alongside your body.

“Always.”

With that, you were lulled back into a dreamless sleep.

Beep.

As your alarm blared loudly from one of the nightstands, you were stuck between two furnaces of bodies, and limbs thrown carelessly at every angle. It didn’t take long before the men on both your sides groaned and whined unhappily.

“Someone shut the thing up,” Leonard grumbled unhappily from your right. You groaned this time, sliding deeper under the covers in an attempt to catch a few more zzs.

“J, please,” You mumbled, poking the captain insistently for a few minutes.

He was awake in an instant, rubbing his eyes open. “Who set the alarm so early?”

“You told me to last night,” You replied from within the covers.

“Oh, shut up the thing first.”

Naturally, Jim stuck a foot out and tipped the blaring alarm over the edge and onto the floor with a light crash, finally ending the noise for good.

“I’ll have Scotty fix it later.”

Leonard groaned again with a quiet finally. The three of you continued laying in bed for another moment before you reluctantly untangled yourself from both Jim’s and Leonard’s arms, and sat up.

“Come on, you two. Can’t have the Captain and the CMO late.”

It took some prodding, and some veiled insults to finally get both your teddy bears up and out of bed. Even then, both seemed rather grumpy as everyone started their morning routine.

As the two men hogged the bathroom, you hummed to yourself as you poured in some real coffee grounds, and then hot water into the coffee maker. After a moment, you steeped it, and poured a generous helping of coffee into three mugs. Knowing Leonard wanted his coffee black and bitter, you set his aside and concentrated on Jim’s next. With a little bit of sugar, into yours and Jim's, you stirred both mugs, and ending it with a splash of milk into yours.

You adjusted your gold shirt in front of the mirror, rubbing your eyes every once in awhile. “Coffee’s ready,” You called out when the door to the bathroom opened.

“That the real thing?” Leonard called from the bedroom, hunting down a new shirt to wear.

“Yup.”

“And you’ve been hiding it away from all of us?” Jim asked in feigned disappointment from the couch, trying to lace up his boots. “I could have had this kind of coffee a long time ago, and the actual caffeine would really kick in.”

“Only break it out on the harder days.”

“That’s not fair,” He whined. “You brought this from your cafe, didn’t you?”

“Dammit Jim,” Leonard emerged from the bedroom with some lingering bed hair left, saving you from explaining. “It’s too early in the morning for your yapping right now.”

You laughed. Leonard grunted beside you, and picked up his steaming mug on the kitchen counter. His arm snaked around your waist, and you smiled in the reflection. Before long, Jim stood on your other side with his mug in one hand, and the other on your shoulder.

“Okay you two ridiculous asses, it’s almost 8 and we’re still in the room,” You grouched after a moment of content silence.

“Look who’s talking first,” Jim grinned. “And I know you enjoy watching our asses in the regulation pants. Don’t deny it, doll.”

“Shut up, Jim.”

You chuckled, and grabbed your mug on the way out the door as you followed them.

Two hours went by as you and Jim sat on the Bridge catching up with the Gamma crew and then looking over at missed messages. You frowned down at your PADD, head bent down as you took another sip of your coffee.

“It’s some good grounds you got there,” Jim leaned over your shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of what you were working on. “Should pop it out more often. Coming for breakfast?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You set your tray down beside Leonard’s and Jim’s across from yours. You’d finally give in after the prospect of replicating some chocolate chip pancakes and bacon was too tempting to ignore. The doctor eyed your breakfast with a scowl.

“Isn’t that a mountain of unhealthy sugar and fat you’ve got there, Commander?” He pursed your lips at your choice of breakfast.

You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring the snorts from Jim. “Want some, Doctor? It’s not bad at all. The replicator got it mostly right this time” You offered.

“No thank you,” He wrinkled his nose, and went back to scooping his yogurt.

“Your loss,” You shrugged, but said nothing when you let him steal a piece of bacon off your plate too.

To most of the crew, it was a normal day. To you though, your worry gnawed at your thoughts. Halfheartedly, you worked your way into cleaning the plate in front of you. A lot of things could go wrong, and you weren’t sure what you would if this particular away mission went badly sideways. As though he could sense your thoughts, Jim grabbed one of your hands into his.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N,” He assured you. “I’ve got Bones with me. He’ll keep me safe from the bad guys.”

You shook your head. “I can’t help it, J. Until you both are safely beamed back up, I won’t know what’s going on there. I’m letting my two favorite people down onto the planet with nothing else but phasers and others to keep you safe.”

“We’ll keep you posted at all times.”

You didn’t look convinced by his words.

“Hey, hey sweetheart, breath for me. You’re turning pale,” The doctor watched you, setting his fork down with a clatter. “I’m still here, Jim’s still here. We’re not going anywhere. But I need you to take some deep breaths for me first.”

It took a moment for you to reign in your terror, and drawn in a deep breath.

“There you go, you keep breathing like that,” Leonard encouraged you, rubbing circles on the back of your hand. You took another shuddering breath in, and smiled weakly up at him in gratitude.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. Jim and I will always be here for you,” He paused, scowling over at the Captain. You let out a breathy laugh, and returned to your breakfast.

“Once this is all over, we will be in each other arms laughing upon it tonight,” Jim smiled at you.

“Just be safe, okay?” You looked seriously between the two men.

“We promise,” Both your fiancees replied in unison, and you couldn’t help but tentatively smiled back.

When you were full, and almost sleepy again, Jim turned away from the conversation with the other senior officers, and towards you and Leonard. “We should get going to the briefing, Bones, and you need to be back on the Bridge soon, Y/N.”

Half an hour went by before the Captain and the doctor reappeared by your side on the Bridge. Nothing much had changed, save for the medkit swung across Leonard’s shoulder.

“How’d it go?”

“We’re ready to head down to the transporter room, and have a rumble with them,” Jim answered first. You raised an eyebrow at his words, a habit you’ve caught on from no other than the doctor beside.

“Okay okay, we’re ready to help them out, and get our asses back here with you,” Jim hastily revised his statement when he saw both the scowl on Leonard's face and your raised eyebrow.

“I’ll go down with you,” You stood up, indicating for Spock to take the conn. “Let’s go before Len frowns the entire universe upside down.”

You made small talk with the two on the way towards the transporter room. It was mostly gossip, but it was something to fill the silence. When you reached the transporter room, you realized that the other members of the away team had already arrived and received their phasers from security.

“Well, I guess this is it,” You turned back to Leonard and Jim, gazing up at their faces.

“We’ll be okay, I promise,” Jim hugged you again, kissing you full on the lips. He lingered there for a moment before breaking away from the hug. “I’ll see you real soon, doll.. Take care of the ship for me. Let me worry about the mission, okay? I love you.”

You nodded. As Jim stepped away to call out the rest of the security going alongside him, Leonard approached you, face full of concern. He knew what you were going through, and understood the worry that spiraled you into a mild panic attack.

“Hey, I know you’re anxious about this mission, Y/N,” The doctor delicately cupped your face with his palms, gazing down at you affectionately. “But I’ll be there to watch Jim’s ass and he’ll watch mine. We’ll be fast, I promise. Get ‘em fixed, get ‘em their supplies, and we’ll be back on the ship in no time.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart,” He kissed you, and you eagerly responded back. Staying in his embrace for as long as you could, you closed your eyes and leaned your cheek on his chest.

“I love you,” You muttered, just loud enough for him to hear your words.

“I love you too,” Leonard murmured softly.

You and him stayed in the embrace for the rest of the time it took the Captain to straighten out his team and up onto the pads. It wasn’t long before you heard the shuffling and rearranging of people when you heard the cough.

“Bones, we need to leave,” Jim regrettably called out.

“Love you,” Leonard kissed you on the lips one more, this time in full view of everyone else. You kissed him back. Too soon before the doctor broke the kiss and stepped towards the pads. You smiled sadly at them all.

“Energize.”

In a blink of an eye, they were gone.

The Bridge was silent as you paced repeatedly from left to right, spin around, and back where you came from. It was nerve wracking being on the ship, and having your two fiancees down there on the ground.

“Kirk to Enterprise. Do you hear me?”

“Captain, we read you loud and clear,” You replied immediately, stilling for once.

“We are at the edges of the colony, but so far there seems to be no life.”

You frowned, resuming your pacing once more. “There’s no one?”

“No one in sight,” Jim confirmed. You heard the trace of worriness in his voice. “The sun’s up already in the afternoon, should be seeing movements and daily life by now.”

“Check a little further in, and see what’s going on.” Your pacing increased as did your worry.

“Will do, Kirk out.”

You waited.

And waited.

And waited some more

“Bones, is it just me or something doesn’t exactly feel right?” Jim spoke, leading the front as he surveyed the quiet settlement in front of him. The wind screeched around the buildings, and echoed as the trees swayed, and rubbed branches against one another. The back of his hair stood up, and goosebumps traveled up his arm..

Nothing felt right.

“It’s too calm if that’s what you’re tryin’ to say,” Leonard too was on high alert, instinct screaming at him that he shouldn’t move closer into the eerie calm colony. He sniffed the air, and stilled. The scent of copper was in the air, faint, but very noticeable. “Jim, there’s blood in the air.”

Jim looked over at Bones, and looked back towards the front. He squared his shoulders, as though he had made the decision.

“Phasers up everyone,” He instructed, pulling his out too. “We’re going to have company really soon.”

By this time, several hours had passed by and no other news was given.

“Any luck you’ve got there, Lieutenant Uhura?” You shot at her, finally sitting down in the Captain’s chair after nearly exhausting the floor that you were pacing on earlier.

“I’ve got their signals, but they aren’t picking up,” Your best friend spoke from behind, and you sighed, nervously running a hand through your hair.

Spock watched you as you turned into a nervous wreck, silently striding over to you. “Perhaps it is best we send the other team down, Commander.”

“I’m going down, and leading the back up,” You jumped to your feet.

“Commander, may I remind you again that you are the First Officer aboard this ship. Regulations state that the Captain and First Officer can not both be present on an away team,” Spock spoke.

You scowled, bristling at his words. To hell with the regulations. What with the dread curling tightly in your stomach and the lack of communication, you were beyond worried.

“Starfleet can reprimand me all they want, but I would rather be safe than sorry right now. You’ve got the conn, Spock. I have to do this. Nyota, could you send a message down to Security to have the back up team ready in the transporter room in five?”

Once she’d given the affirmative, you swept out of the Bridge and into a turbolift without a backwards glance. Impatiently, you tapped your foot and crossed your arms across your chest. You should have never let them down. If only you were a bit more convincing, made both Leonard and Jim realize that they should send other people down and not themselves, you wouldn’t be in this current situation. When the lift doors opened, you hurried out towards the transporter room.

“Scotty,” You turned to the Scot in front of the controls.

“Commander,” The Chief Engineer glanced up, pausing his fingers on the network of buttons and levers and all sorts of gadgets there.

“Could you comm Medical for me, and have them on standby?” You accepted your phaser with a nod of thanks at the Ensign. “Two teams should be enough. Send them down when I give them the okay.”

“Aye,” The Scot nodded, reaching for his comm on the side to do so as you ordered.

Stepping up to the transporter pad, you counted the number of security heads going with you. Ten, you counted, making eleven with you. Should be enough, you reckoned.

“Everyone ready?” You called out, stuffing your phaser away.

“Ready, Commander.”

You took a deep breath, and loosened up your tense shoulders. Whatever happened down there for no one to radio back in could only spell one word: Death.

You would do whatever it took to save your boys, and your crew. And if that meant you were going to go in guns a blazing, then so be it.

“Energize.”

When you and the team materialized on the planet, you swung your head back and forth in confusion. There were supposed to be fire starting, dinner cooking, sounds of little kids running around and chasing each other, sounds of the elderly complaining at the kids, and the rest of the adults out and about on their daily errands. It wasn’t easy as a newly found Federation colony, but the colonists worked it out after some adjustments.

“It’s quiet,” One of the lieutenants spoke from behind you after a moment.

“Let’s see what’s going on. Phasers out,” You ordered, taking yours out too. Slowly, your team descended down the small hill, and warily approached the settlement. Your eyes roamed around as far as they could, taking in the structures as you passed them. The wind blew unsteadily, and there were times you swore that there was an alien like screeching behind you.

“Commander, look!”

You whipped around, halting the team at the exclamation. You furrowed your brows at the speaker, then looked down on the sandy ground where a comm was found smashed into broken broken pieces. Looking back up, you grimaced at the implication of what it meant.

“They were being followed,” You indicated a couple set of distinct footprints on the sand, much different than the Starfleet issued boots that officers wore. Frowning down at it, you squatted down along with several others to better examine it. Carefully, you traced the prints with a finger.

“Romulans,” You spoke just loud enough for the team to hear. “Several of them too.”

The team glanced at one another, and you sighed, rubbing your temples. Straightening up, you tilted your head up high at the structure roofs. “Stick together everyone, and listen very closely. We’re going to have to have a fight on our hands.”

The next thirty minutes, you spent focusing on your task while doing your best to not let your mind wander away too much on the possibilities of where the previous team ended up. Dread curled tighter within your stomach to the point that you physically nauseous at the thought of your two boys injured, or even dead at the hands of your enemies.

It was easy to give up the control, and spiral yourself into an endless variety of worry and what ifs. You took a couple deep breaths, in and out; a technique that Leonard taught you to steady yourself. Honestly, you were glad that you listened to him when he said so-.

“Commander, did you hear that?” Someone spoke behind you, and you frowned. Opening your mouth to reply, you caught the sound yourself. It was shrill, but muffled as though something was covering the sound up. It went silent for a moment, and at first you thought it was just part of your imagination. Then, it happened again, but now less discordant.

Nodding your head towards the direction, the team headed left to investigate the sound. What you were greeted with was a nightmare beyond imagination.

Blood was splattered on the building and on the ground in front of you. Three security officers laid face down on the ground, and a landscape stained with a river of blood flowing in between the buildings on either side. Broken bodies shot dead with phaser wounds and other injuries could be seen laying in a row, executioner style. Men, and even women and children were all dead on the ground in massive pools of blood. It seemed like no one was left. Just beyond the corner though, you noticed a singed piece of blue fabric fluttering in the wind

“Double up, half of y’all scan the perimeter, 100 yards and report back here,” You barked, gulping as you approached the blue fabric. Please, please, please no, you begged, desperately wishing on any deity above that Leonard was alright. Rounding the corner with your phaser out, your eyes widened.

Leonard was tilted against the wall of the building, as though he was shielding something away from harm. There were bruises and scrapes on the visible parts of his body, but it didn't seem like he was seriously injured.

“Len? Love?” You called out, crouching down beside his head. With a shaky hand, you placed your index and middle finger together, in an attempt to find his carotid pulse. Initially, you’d panicked when you couldn’t find it, but stilled gratefully when his steady heartbeat pulsed against your fingers. Weak, but it was there.

“Dammit, Len, you scared me. What the hell am I supposed to do without you and Jim?” You muttered, beyond relieved that at least one was alive. Before you could fish out your comm, a quiet gurgle could be heard in the crook of Leonard’s arm. Curiously, you gently moved Leonard onto his back, only to find a tiny bundle held tightly against his chest.

You gasped, ignoring the sounds of your badge going off, confirming the perimeter was secured and that the three other security officers were still alive. Softly, you lifted the infant up and into your arms, gently rocking the little boy. You ducked your head once more, and brushed your lips against Leonard’s.

“Come back to me, you hear?” You whispered, nuzzling his cheek with yours. “I’ll see you back on the ship, love.”

Cooing gently, you bundled the baby tightly in your arms, and returned back to the spot where your team huddled together.

“Is that a-?”

“Yes, it’s a baby,” you interrupted the ensign. “Do me a favor, and get my comm out. Need to get a hold of the ship.”

Hastily, he did so.

“Commander Y/L/N to the Enterprise.”

“Spock, here. What’s the status?” The half vulcan answered.

“Not looking good here, Mister Spock. We found half of the team unconscious and all the colony inhabitants dead,” You explained, shifting the baby again. “There is only one survivor at the moment; an infant boy. Have one medical team be beamed down at our exact location. Tell them to not go any farther into the city.”

“Any word yet on the Captain?”

You cringed. “None for now. We’ll keep locating for them. Judging by what we’ve seen, they were followed by Romulans. Doctor McCoy has been found, but not the others.”

There was a pause. “Understood, keep us in touch, Commander. Spock out.”

You sighed, and cooed silently at the baby. One thing led to another, and now this was no longer a back up team. This was rescue, a complete 180 of what you were expecting to do.

“Ensign here, hold the kid,” You gingerly transferred the baby into the arms of a nearby Ensign. “Wait here for the medical team. They should be arriving any moment now. Get back up to the ship when they’re done. Everyone else, we’re going to find the rest of the team. Any questions?”

The team shook their head no, and with another concerned glance where Leonard laid, you took the front and led the team deeper into the colony. The warm wind howled as it twisted and turned between the buildings, and shadows lengthened as the sun slowly dipped down below the horizon.

Damn, you swore. It was bad enough that some of the team was missing, but it made the mission even more precarious as darkness enveloped the planet. You were running out of time. If you couldn’t find them with the last of the sun’s rays, it would take the team even longer to find the rest.

With the odds stacked against you, you continued as best you could, eyes and ears opened for any disturbance. Out of nowhere, beams of orange and red could be seen and shouts were heard in the distance.

With your heart dropping to your stomach, you indicated for the rest to run. The sounds of screams were good in a way, at least someone was still alive. The silence for the last couple hours was almost deafening, and there seemed to be nothing but death lingering in the air. Hopefully, you could get them out of the sticky situation, grab the Romulans, and return without any trouble. But of course, the universe had other plans in store for you.

“Shit,” You cursed, docking behind a corner as the Romulans waged an all out phaser battle. You made sure the team doubled up, and the odd number left, stayed with you. Breathing heavily, you peered around the structure, observing the Romulans from up above some of the rooftops. You scowled, turning back to your partner.

Already, you spotted some of the previous team members huddled together alongside the walls of another building across from where you were. When they finally met their gaze, they lifted their arms and gave a weak thumbs down. One indicated a body not far away from them, and drew a line across their neck with a finger.

You cursed again. One casualty already. Many more if you didn’t end this quickly.

“We have to take them out, or we’re gonna end up being sitting ducks,” You grumbled, breathing hard. Already you had accumulated some minor injuries, and the layers of sand and dust being kicked up by the fight irritated your throat making it hard to breathe at times, but you pushed on.

Scurrying into the building you were laying against earlier, you hurried up the stairs and onto the second level. Dropping onto the floor to avoid being detected, you and the lieutenant wiggled your way towards the balcony. Placing your phaser through one of the decorative holes and aiming, you squinted.

“Tell me, Lieutenant,” You spoke. “How long is the pause between each blow of the wind?”

The lieutenant hemmed and hawed for a minute. “About three minutes, Commander.”

“Count for me. When the wind kicks up, let me know. The sand will obscure our position, and I can take down more of them this way with less visibility.”

You took the silence from the Lieutenant as a sign of assent. Licking your dry, chapped lips, you patiently waited, all the while everything screamed at you to keep moving. You let out a breathy sigh, the only indication out of your features that chaos rolled within your mind.

“Now.”

As the steady wind picked once more, you aimed your phaser again at the Romulan across from you that were giving the rest of the team a hard time. With your finger on the trigger, you pressed it. Screams of pain could be heard from the other side, but you swung your phaser to another, taking the three out in succession before anyone could comprehend what was going on.

Wanting to help out, the lieutenant put up shop the same way you did, and started sniping at the romulans from those wanting to stage a surprise attack. A few phaser bolts came in your direction, forcing you to duck back down. You grunted in pain as some of them made contact with the wall you were hiding behind, wincing when a larger piece of rubble came down and smashed your other hand.

“Commander?”

“No no, keep going,” You hissed out. “Can’t afford to stop now. They’re still pinned down.”

As the screams of pain got weaker and there was less resistance from the other Romulans, you closed your eyes briefly. You’d definitely broken one of your wrist, and you were 99% sure that a phaser bolt grazed your right leg earlier, and blood was trailing down your pants.

“Ground team got the rest, Commander,” The lieutenant spoke as the rest of the team threw a thumbs up at the balcony where you laid against.

“Splendid, let’s haul our asses down and see the damage,” You weakly pushed yourself back up into a standing position. With the help of the lieutenant, you hobbled your way towards the street where the rest of the your team stood.

You looked around their faces, studying them all. Scratches there, bruises, broken bones, but miraculously everyone but one was still alive. You could thank the stars for that. You already had two casualties on the list, and it was already one too many.

“Anyone seen the Captain?” You weakly coughed out. Your heart sank deeper as everyone shook their heads, and you shook your head. “Lieutenant, comm the ship. Have the second medical team be beamed down here. I’m going to go search for Jim.”

Without waiting for an answer, you turned back towards the building once more, hoping you could get a better vantage point from up top. Squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to get a hold of yourself from the growing pain, you opened them up to look up at the starry night.

Where are you, Jim?

A sparkle of gold from the edges of your eyes caught your attention. At the low lighting, you squinted in the direction. Visibility was low, and growing worse as the night went on. It wasn’t going to be long before a sandstorm kicked up, but you couldn’t leave Jim on his own. You couldn’t. When the moon appeared again from the clouds, you gasped out loud as you saw the moonlight bounce against his gold shirt on top of a building some distance away.

Cursing, you hurried as fast as your legs could carry you. The medical team had already beamed down, and was tending to the more critical members. Some watched as you streaked past them, and those less injured attempted to follow you.

One minute Jim was fighting close quarters with a Romulan and then the next minute, the second floor exploded, sending him several yards away. Orange red bolts of phasers repeatedly fired at both him and the rest of his ragged team. He assumed that the other half he sent away never made it back. Yet, everything sounded fuzzy to him, voices were going in and out like a broken record player. It was silent for one minute, and then loud screaming the next. They were all foreign and distant.

The blood gushing from his head and chest would attest to that. However, no matter how bad it looked, he didn’t feel pain. In fact, all he felt was utter bliss.

No. He wanted to see you and Bones again.

“Jim!” You screamed out, the same voice that soothed him on a stressful day; the very one that encouraged him on the harder nights. Arriving at where he was, you immediately knelt to the ground, desperate pushing your hands on his most critical injuries to put pressure on. “Jim? Jim, please. Open your eyes, baby.”

It was Jim. Your Jim in fact.

You just about died right then and there. Seeing Leonard was horrible already, but now this was a whole ‘nother level.

In the cool night, all the captain could think of was how beautiful your voice sounded, like the beautiful sounds of wind chimes swaying in the wind. For a moment, he imagined Bones and himself in handsome tuxedos, and you in their hands as they announced you wed in front of all your friends and family. For a moment, he let himself be content.

“Hey doll,” Jim opened his eyes, instantly grinning at the sight of you. You were pretty in gold, he had always mentioned to you. That you were just as pretty as a wickedly gold star in the night sky. To him, you were his angel in gold. “You came for me.”

“Hey J,” You choked up, briefly pressing your comm badge to alert medical to get their ass up. “It’s not looking good though. You’re bleeding everywhere. And oh god, Len-Leonard isn’t doing too good either. Does it hurt?”

You felt stupid though. This was your first time comforting someone on the brink of death and all you could offer was if they were in pain. You weren’t a medic, and certainly didn’t have anything on you that could ease the pain.

“Not anymore,” Jim smiled up at you, weakly bringing his hand up to your cheek. Automatically, you obliged him, nuzzling your cheek on his bloodied hand. “So beautiful, my beautiful star, my gold angel.”

For a moment, you let yourself smile. It was a familiar gesture that was between only you and Jim. It meant that he was okay, that you were okay. It broke your heart at the sight of his comforting hands. He was trying his best to console you, even though you were supposed to be the one doing it to him.

“I love space. I love the planets. I love the new things, but nothing can compare to me loving you and Bones,” he whispered, a slight slur in his speech now. He gazed at you with the utmost adoration and love you had ever seen from him. “You and Bones are my love, and I love you all so so much.”

Then it hit you why he was saying all this now. This was his goodbye.

Anxiety hit you like a semi truck, as you drew in a shaky breath. You knew it was bad, you knew that by the time the Enterprise could beam him up and rush him down to Medbay, it would be far too long to save him. Still you held onto hope. “Listen J, you are not dying on me and Leonard, okay? Hold on a little longer, and-and we can go find a priest or whatever and legally wed us, do you hear me?”

“Okay, Y/N,” He spoke, giving you his signature shit eating grin. You released a deep sob, nowhere near as happy as Jim was at the moment. This couldn’t be happening at the moment. This was the famous Captain James T Kirk of the goddamn USS Enterprise that took no shit from others, and believed in going out and doing right. “Doll?”

You raised your head a fraction upwards, meeting his baby blue eyes. His smile was gone, and all that was left was seriousness in those eyes. You had a feeling you knew what was going on. Intuition yelled at you to do something, anything to get him back onto the ship, but you could hardly move your limbs, let alone have the thought of moving him anywhere. Your eyes were glued to his gaze.

“I have one more wish.”

You shakily nodded at his request. The snot and your tears mixed with one another, and you hastily wiped them away as best as you could. “Of course, J, anything you want.”

“Close your eyes, Y/N. Tell me about the date again one last time.”

Each syllable destroyed what remained of the shattered pieces of your heart. That was his one last wish, his very last memory and he wanted to spend it with you in his final moments. And honestly, who were you to deny such a thing to him?

“Yes, Jim. Of course, anything for you.”

Drawing yet another shaky breath in, you slowly laid down next to his body, despite the fact that the warm blood stained your entire body and hair. With a flip of your uninjured wrist, you opened up your comm, wedged it between your bodies, and closed your eyes as requested. Sooner or later, Nyota would catch on that this needed to be transmitted ship wide.

“Alright Jim,” You gulped. “We were at the carnival back on Earth during one of the few shore leaves we had. It was getting dark, but you pulled your pout at the operator of the ferris wheel, begging him to let all three of us get on it one last time before the park closed. Eventually, he let us ride it again, but the time was halved. You didn’t care, Len didn’t look too happy at you at the thought of being stuck on the ride again. But we rode it. At the top, you pointed out the different constellations, the various other Federation planets, and the Spacedock where the ship was docked, wheeling around the planet.”

An audible gasp could be heard from your comm, but you ignored it. Some came from the stairs too, but you concentrated on your story as best as you could.

“It was then that you said you were ready to settle down. Find an officiant to wed us together, and we’d be happy forevermore. You said that all you needed was me and Bones, and that that was enough in your life. You had your captaincy, your ship, your crew, and us. You said that even if Starfleet took away everything, at the very least you still had me and Bones. Then afterwards, you took a couple photos of all of us together with the night sky in the background, and soon we were going back down again. Len called you a sap, and grumbled that he would never put up with your antics ever again. We all knew that was a lie though,” You trailed off at the end. Jim couldn’t help but smile at your words. Slowly, he closed his eyes, as the lights disappeared.

Once his breathing completely stopped, you tightly held his cold, still hands in a futile attempt to ground yourself one more time before you let go of consciousness.

“Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise, aged 28, lost his life in a fight against the Romulans.”

After that, you passed out beside him, letting the darkness overwhelm you.

Beep.

A rather annoying heart monitor beeped alongside your heart, and you weakly opened your eyes to the grey and white ceiling above. For a moment, you laid there in confusion. Why were you in Medbay this time?

Then everything hit you all over again. You groaned at the thoughts, of seeing Jim’s broken body, of talking to him one last time. Your heart rate jumped as the memories endlessly cycled.

“Easy there, Captain,” A face leaned into your eyesight, blocking the harsh overhead light. For a split second, you thought it was Leonard that was speaking to you. Then frowned in confusion as Leonard stopped calling you by your rank unless it was for something official.

“Doctor M’Benga,” You managed out, wincing at your desert like scratchy throat. “Where is Leonard?”

The doctor nodded to the bed beside yours, and you followed his gaze. Leonard laid on the biobed, looking peaceful as ever. For once, you were glad that he didn’t know yet. It was going to be a painful conversation when it did happen.

“Leonard is alright, in much better condition than you are,” The doctor regained your attention. “Slight touch and go for a little while there with you. Couple of broken bones that still need a couple passes with the osteo generator, and a couple times with the dermal regen is what you need left.”

“Does he know yet?” You asked, voice trembling once more.

“No, not yet, and it is best to keep it that way until both you and Leonard are in better physical condition,” The doctor shook his head. “He should be waking up soon though. Get some rest, Y/N.”

You frowned, and immediately put up a fuss about going back to sleep. You wanted to stay up, and wait for Leonard so he could be the first thing you saw. Apparently M’Benga disagreed with you, and eventually sedated you back under, claiming that there were enough injuries to heal and didn’t need more emotional ones to add onto it.

M’Benga was right though.

Soon, Leonard was up after an hour or two after you were sedated. Groaning, he opened his eyes, and sat up.

“Good to see you too, Leonard,” M’Benga moved over to Leonard, face impassive.

“Geoff,” Leonard greeted, laying back down on the biobed. “What happened? Where’s the baby and Jim and Y/N?”

Geoff grinned wryly at the other doctor, handing Leonard a glass of water. “Y/N beamed down with a rescue team, found you and the rest, and got you all beamed back onto the ship. As for the baby, he’s with Christine at the moment. The Captain is in another room, and Y/N was just sedated again right there.”

Lying in front of his superior was something he disliked doing, but for the meantime it was necessary. After all, it was still correct in a sense.

“Doesn’t look so good,” Leonard replied, observing you from his biobed as you peacefully slept. “What happened there?”

“A phaser battle presumably,” One side of the attending physician’s mouth twitched. “Y/N was up before you, and wanted to stay up to speak with you.”

“So naturally Y/N made a fuss about it,” Leonard rolled his eyes, but felt the warmth that you were willing to wait for him.

“Yes. Leonard you’ve got a mild concussion,” Geoff hurried onward. “Other than that, if no other complication arises, you should be cleared to leave the next time you wake up. Get some rest, Leonard. I’ll handle everything for the meantime.”

“Thanks Geoff.”

Couple hours passed before you woke up once more, looking even more exhausted than before. Geoff greeted you again with a faint smile, and had Christine speak with you while she ran the dermal regen on your more superficial cuts.

“-And then it all just happened at once,” You mumbled, laying back on the biobed as though you’d exhausted all your energy.

“It’ll be eventually alright,” Chris assured you.

“I still got so much to do, and I’m afraid of taking up command and breaking down. You know the regulation-.”

“Hey sweetheart,” A familiar southern gravelly voice interrupted you from the bed beside.

“Len!” You brightened up, silently thanking the stars above that Leonard was alive and well. Slightly injured, but alive at the very least. You wouldn’t know if he couldn’t make it as well.

“Thank god you're awake, sugar,” Leonard grinned. “Heard you gave Geoff a hard time.”

You turned red, and blushed. Turning away from him, you kept your gaze on Christine’s work.

Geoff chuckled as he strode over. “Good to see the both of you more coherent.”

“Doctor M’Benga.”

“Geoff.”

“In this case, Leonard you’re free to leave whenever you’re ready,” The doctor then turned to you. “Y/N, once Chris gives you the thumbs up, you can leave also. I’ll have you scheduled with Leonard in three days for a follow up on your femur and wrist.” He gave you a nod, and a brief sad smile.

“I’ll wait, and take Y/N back to our quarters.”

You nodded at what Doctor M’Benga was mentioning at, and heaved a deep breath in. Oh boy.

“Fortunately Leonard, the baby boy that we found,” The rest of M’Benga’s words were drowned out by you as you focused on the pale pink skin on one of your cuts. Jim’s lips were pink too, and soft, and pretty much everything you needed. Now, you didn't know what to do with yourself.

“Alright, Y/N, you’re good to leave with Doctor McCoy,” Chris finally straightened, wrenching you out of your thoughts. “I’ll see you back here in three days, you hear?”

“Thanks, Chris.”

“You know Nyota and I will be here if you need a shoulder,” Chris gave you her knowing look, another sad smile on her face.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go home,” Leonard took your hand firmly in his grasp, and led you back to your shared quarters.

“Len?” You mumbled on the bed, cuddling him. It was two days since you were down on the planet. There wasn’t any chance since then for you to cry it out, and Leonard still didn’t know.

“Hmm?”

“I-I want to speak to you about something important,” You pushed yourself up, wincing at the added pressure on your newly healed wrist.

“What is it, sweetheart? Can it not wait for tomorrow?” Leonard sat up also, holding you close against his bare chest.

You shook your head no.

“It’s about Jim, love.”

“What about him?” The doctor quietly rumbled. “Geoff told me that he’s fine, and stable. A slight touch and go with the extent of his injuries, but we can go see him tomorrow.”

"Leonard,” You twisted around to properly face him, and caught his gaze.

“Jim is dead.”

Later, you and Leonard insisted on seeing Jim. Volunteering himself, Spock had stayed by your side as he walked up towards the small line of silver body bags. Your hands clung to the edge of the table with white knuckles as the half Vulcan unzipped the bag slowly.

You bit the bottom of your lip as you let Leonard approach Jim first, wiping your tears away. Tearing your gaze away, you settled your tearful gaze on Spock instead. You knew that despite his stoic face, his gaze had softened a fraction from his usual rock hard sharpness. The broadcast was transmitted ship wide during a brief red alert, you'd learned afterwards, which meant all 465 crew members heard it all.

The Bridge and the senior crew were all too close to him. Nyota, you, Spock, Len, Sulu, Chekov, Scotty, everyone was affected in some way or manner. He was liked, and easy going. Everyone liked him. You could imagine Sulu holing up with his plants, Nyota crying in her quarters and Spock comforting her the best he could, and both Scotty and Chekov almost drinking their stash dry.

“Y/N,” Leonard hoarsely beckoned you over.

“Hey J,” You croaked out, placing a gentle kiss on Jim’s forehead. “I love you, so so much.”

The letters had been Leonard’s idea. One from Leonard to you, another one from Jim to you, and the same with Jim. Leonard. Letters written in the event that in the event that one of you died, there would be final words in hopes of giving comfort to the others. Just like your will, you, len, and Jim would update it from time to time, always hoping that there would never be a need to open them.

After speaking to Spock that you and Leonard would be taking the next day off, Len guided you out and slowly made your way back to your shared quarters. Leonard was a seasoned doctor, patients’ deaths weren't new to him. But to a loved one? He only felt cold and empty within, colder than he had ever experienced.

You brought out three glasses from the kitchen, while Leonard popped open a new bottle of bourbon. With a nod from you, he poured a generous amount to each glass. You reached out for your glass, and paused. Sliding your gaze up to him, down to the third glass, and back up to Leonard’s puffy hazel eyes, he nodded in understanding.

You both clinked the third glass, then to each other before tipping the glass upside down. You were on your fourth glass of booze before you even remotely remembered the letters inside the drawers.

“Sh-should we then?” You nodded your head towards the drawers.

Leonard’s gaze sharply brought back to your tired ones. He nodded.

With a huff, you slid out of your chair, and strode over to them. Rubbing your eyes again for the hundredth time or so, you slid out the bottomest drawer where Jim’s clothes were stacked neatly on top of each other. You’d remembered, as it was your turn to do laundry, and it was only you who would fold Jim’s socks that nicely. Pushing them away, your hands trembled as you gingerly took out the two letters. There was one more underneath, but it wasn’t for you or Leonard. Letting out an unsteady breath, you sat back down in your seat, giving Leonard’s his.

Y/N.

You stared at his gold ink lettering, and reluctantly turned it over. Breaking the seal on it, you carefully peeled it open. Pulling the sheet out, you were surprised when two photos tumbled out onto the dining table. Curiously, you flipped one over and smiled despite your tears.

You and Jim were skating on an ice rink. You were bundled up from head to toe and falling over. Jim was half turned to you in the middle of a laugh, while you were in the middle of falling. You hated the photo so much, and you remembered how much your hips hurt after that time on the open rink. He loved it though.

You sniffled, and felt your tears well up again when you turned your attention onto the second picture. It was you, Len, and Jim on the ferris wheel, the same story that you had spoken to him on his final minutes up on that roof.

Whimpering, you tore your eyes away to look over at Leonard. He too wasn’t doing so well either. Setting the photo aside, he turned his attention to the letter now. Your tears streaked down your face and dripped constantly onto the table as you read.

Hey Y/N,

If you are reading this, then I guess this is it.

You’re sad and frustrated, I know. Sometimes I feel like I can read you more than I can ever understand myself. Whether it’s twenty, thirty, forty years before we’re united again, I can’t wait. But don’t rush back to me. Live your life the way it ought to be lived. Become the next Captain, have a life, and settle down with Bones when it comes time. My biggest regret in life is that it was so short, and cut off right at the time where I wanted to live through the most. Bones once told me that love was harsh, and unforgiving. When I met you though, you blasted that all away in a heartbeat. However, I’m not afraid of what life would be like without you, but what your life without me.

I’ll never forget the memories that we shared together. The first hug, the first kiss, the first time all three of us enjoyed ourselves on shore leave, and the time we spent together on the ship. I’m glad that Nyota finally pushed me into getting to know you better.

Take care of Bones, take care of yourself, take care of each other, and please take care of mom for me. She’s already lost dad, and it’ll be even harder when she learns that I’m gone too. I’ll be up above, watching over everyone. I’m not gone completely. You have memories of me, and my love in your heart. One day, it’ll all be okay. There are so many people in our lives that care about you and Bones. Let them heal you please.

I love you and Bones, simple as that. Words can’t describe my love for you. Keep your head up high and make me proud, Captain Y/L/N.

Love and forever yours,

Jimmy Boy

Bam!

Startled, you let the letter flutter down, only to find Leonard roughly slamming his glass down on the table. You heard a whimper, and you honestly didn’t know if it was coming from you or him.

“One more?” You managed out, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand again.

The doctor filled both glasses again with bourbon, and smiled tearfully at you.

“To Jim.”

Leonard, Winona, and you were dressed in black as you held each other, watching as Jim’s casket was lowered into the ground on Earth. As a Captain, he was given full honors and rights and a minute of silence was held. You and Leonard wrote the eulogy together, and the senior crew took turns upon the podium to tell their tales of the wonderful Captain Kirk. When they were done, you sobbed into Leonard’s chest as one of the Admiral stood up and concluded the funeral.

You were made Captain of the Enterprise after a month into the three months shore leave. You were grateful for Starfleet giving you time to grieve for Jim’s loss. It was eventually going to be exciting, but without Jim by your side, you didn’t know if it was possible.

Laying on Jim’s childhood bed in Iowa, Leonard cuddled you. You let out a sigh, and looked out the window and at the stars above. It was new, not having the rambunctious captain to not be poking out from a corner, and teasing you. Gradually as time went on though, you expected less of his appearances.

“Could I get you two anything to drink?” Jim’s mom called from the door.

“We’re all good here, mom. Thanks,” You called out, glancing up at Leonard.

It only made sense to call Winona as mom since you were going to marry her son. She needed the warmth of a family, now that both of her husband and son were gone. You and Leonard were more than happy to step in. Jim would have wanted you to.

“Alright, yell if you want anything,” Winona left. You listened as her footsteps padded away from the door, and relaxed back into the embrace.

“Will we be okay?” You asked in the silence.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Leonard spoke quietly, but his voice was distant as though he had something else in mind.

He was a doctor. He was trained to look for patterns, and he excelled in that. Something else was gnawing at him, and it troubled him. He wanted to speak to you about it, but he knew that it wouldn’t dissuade you.

Christopher Pike, blonde hair, blue eyes, Admiral, dead.

George Kirk, blonde hair, blue eyes, First Officer, dead.

James Kirk, blonde hair, blue eyes, Captain, dead.

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tsarisfanfiction · 5 years ago

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Silent VI

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Grandma Tracy, Scott Tracy, John Tracy

Part 6 of my response to @gumnut-logic‘s SensorySunday: Taste challenge. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

I knew this pov would have a lot to say... but I was not expecting it to be this much to say! Knocking on 3k words, here.

Snow clearly had it in for the Tracy family. Not only did it see fit to steal a mother from her five young sons – and yes, fourteen counted as young, no matter what Scott tried to claim – but it also saw fit to keep Sally Tracy away from those same five boys for a further five painful days.

The instant the snow receded enough for her to safely drive (no matter how desperate she was, she had enough sense not to take foolhardy risks – better take a bit longer to get there than never arrive and crush the boys further than they already had been), she was in her already packed car and burning tarmac.

It meant driving through the night, as the conditions had not deigned to be in her favour until late evening, but she pulled into the desolate driveway of her son’s home just in time to catch sight of five very sorry-looking boys traipsing out the front door. Well, technically four boys traipsing while a fifth was carried by his biggest brother.

“Grandma!” If asked to predict which of her five grandsons would leap at her in greeting, her money would have been on one of the younger three. Gordon was most likely, with Virgil hot on his heels and Alan delayed only by the fact his legs were much shorter than his brothers’. Scott was too busy trying to be grown up now, much like his own father upon reaching the lofty teenage years, and John had always been the most withdrawn of the five.

A ginger head colliding with her chest as the withdrawn, quiet, John outstripped the rest of his brothers in greeting was beyond surprising, but also concerning. Grief did peculiar things, but she wouldn’t have thought it would make John more extroverted, of all things. The rest of her grandsons were hot on his tail – including Scott, whose lofty teenage airs were in visible tatters – and for several minutes she did nothing except embrace these precious children. There were tears from all parties, and when they eventually stepped back from their messy group hug in the driveway she surveyed all of them.

They were all ready to go to school, sporting various backpacks and satchels, and Sally immediately ushered them all back inside.

“Your bags?” John asked her, and she shushed him.

“I can deal with those later,” she said. “We need to get you boys to school, and I need to talk to each of your schools.” None of the boys looked particularly overjoyed at the news they still had to go to school, and part of her wished she’d been five minutes later arriving.

Only a small part, though. Most important was seeing the five of them with her own eyes.

“Can I play pranks again?” Gordon asked. “I don’t want to go to school if I can’t.” It was a bad idea – permission for pranks at school should never be given, but if it would convince him to go, then she agreed.

“But nothing too outrageous,” she warned.

“Why do we have to go to school?” Virgil asked, sounding particularly put-out at the idea.

“Because it’s a Friday, dear,” she told him. “And I need to talk to all of your teachers.”

“About Mommy?” Alan asked around a mouthful of fist, which she noticed Scott had been trying to silently coax out of his mouth without success. Scott himself had an impressive bruise on his face, which she fully intended on getting answers about. Similarly, she was quite curious about the foot kicking at Scott less surreptitiously than John probably intended, and the silent conversation passing between the two eldest boys.

“Yes, Alan,” she said, deciding to deal with the toddler first. “Now, how about you take your hand out of your mouth like Scotty wants you to?” The two year old narrowed his eyes at her, clearly judging whether or not he should obey. She gave him her Grandma Isn’t Going To Ask Again Young Man Look, and he slowly let his brother remove the hand and wipe the saliva off on his own shirt.

The looks being exchanged between Scott and John got more and more intense – less conversation, more argument – and she decided to tackle that next.

“Do you have something to say, boys?” They both froze, before opening their mouths in perfect unison.

“No-”

“Yes, Scott-”

“-not important-”

“-urgent-”

She raised a hand and both of them stopped.

“Does it have something to do with Scott’s new facial feature?” she asked, and Scott immediately looked away, as though that wasn’t an answer in itself.

“Hey, Alan,” John said, turning to his youngest brother and extracting him from Scott’s grip before the teenager realised what was happening. “Go play with Virgil and Gordon for a few minutes, okay?”

“John-”

“Grandma!” Alan sulked, drowning out whatever Scott was going to say. Immediately, she realised that whatever John wanted to tell her – and Scott didn’t – it was something the youngest three didn’t know about.

“Virgil, be a dear and look after your younger brothers for a couple of minutes, please,” she said, turning to the middle child, who was looking at his older brothers in open suspicion.

“But-”

“I just need to talk to Scott and John for a minute,” she said. “I won’t be long, I promise.” Big brown eyes studied her, and then he slid off of his chair to take Alan off of John’s hands. “Thank you,” she said, before turning her attention back to the eldest. “Shall we take this to the sitting room, boys?”

John all but dragged Scott through the doorway, and after one last look at the youngest three, who were all pouting at her, she followed.

“What happened?” she asked once they were out of earshot. “John?” He looked at Scott, who was studiously avoiding both of their eyes.

“Scott should tell you,” he said, nudging his big brother. Scott didn’t say anything, and John frowned. “You promised, Scott.”

“When you said ‘as soon as’ I didn’t think you meant the moment she walked through the door,” Scott snapped. John didn’t say anything back, but did put his arm around his brother’s shoulders in a silent gesture of support that did nothing to quell Sally’s rising panic. What had happened now?

“Scott?” she prompted, and he shuffled in place, looking down at the carpet. It was thin and worn from years of habitation and several young boys.

“I…” he started, before trailing off. “They… I…” His hand strayed to the bruise on his face and he winced before shooting John a pleading look that a week ago he would never have used. His younger brother sighed, but picked up the narrative with three words that froze her heart.

“Scott’s being bullied.”

“What?” The word escaped her unbidden as she immediately closed the gap between them, moving Scott’s hand out of the way to get a better look at the bruise. He closed his eyes, a faint flush filling his cheeks. “How long?”

“Monday,” Scott muttered, and her heart shattered. The day after Lucille- Her eldest grandson had found himself parentless and thrust into a position of responsibility he was far too young for, and his schoolmates started picking on him at the same time?

She enfolded him into her arms, and he didn’t resist.

“Oh, Scotty,” she murmured. He was almost as tall as her now – boys grew fast and she’d never been particularly tall herself – but he didn’t seem it right then. Screw the snow, she should have been here so much sooner. Scott should never have had to carry all that weight, even if it was only for a few days. “John, can you make sure your brothers are ready to leave? We’ll have to take the car if you’re going to be remotely on time.”

He left the room with a suspicious look directed her way, and she released Scott.

“I am so proud of you,” she told him, wiping away the tears clinging to his lashes gently with her thumbs. “You’ve done so well.” While I failed you.

No more. She was done failing her grandsons, and even though she wanted nothing more than to keep them all home from school, now she was here there were some things that needed dealing with – without five grandsons vying for her attention. It was the weekend tomorrow, and she had no intention of letting any of them out of her sight then.

“Let’s get your brothers off to school,” she said out loud, and if Scott had any thoughts on the matter, he didn’t say them, wiping his eyes on his sleeve before heading out to the car, where John had successfully corralled the other three.

John and Virgil were first to be dropped off, Scott left in the car with the youngest two as she hurried through the bureaucratic hoops required to change their emergency contact from Lucille to her, and quietly informed the staff of the tragedy.

It was the same story at Gordon’s school, and then again at Alan’s playgroup, and then it was on to the biggest challenge – Scott’s school. After the horrific revelation of that morning, she had more than one thing to discuss with the faculty, and this time she was going straight to the top.

“Where’s the principle’s office?” she asked Scott, and when he started to direct her, grabbing his bag in a clear intention to go to class, she shook her head. “No, don’t tell me. Show me.” The look he gave her was pleading, and her heart ached for him, but this was ending now.

The secretary was quick to let her in – apparently a grandmother storming the school was worth a principle’s time without too much fuss, especially with her grandson in tow – and Sally found herself in the principle’s office without much fanfare. Good. There was a time and a place to make a scene, and while her son might disagree, in the corridor where any nosy student could see was not it. Scott was not going to have an additional target painted on his back because of her.

“Mrs Tracy,” the principle – a Mr Atkins, if she recalled correctly – greeted her. “Mr Tracy, please, have a seat.” Scott hesitated, perhaps at being directly addressed, and Sally ushered him down before taking her own seat. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this sudden meeting?”

“My daughter-in-law sadly passed away earlier this week,” she began, grasping hold of Scott’s hand before he could retreat, or flee the office entirely. Normally, she would never consider either of those things to be a typical Scott reaction, but there was nothing normal about their situation. “I was originally coming here to inform the school of this fact and have Scott’s emergency contact amended accordingly,” she continued after the socially-expected condolences were uttered. “However, I have since been made aware by my grandsons that Scott has also found himself at the unkind mercy of his fellow students this past week. This school has an anti-bullying policy, yes?”

“Absolutely,” he agreed, and from the set of his jaw, Sally could see that it was one he planned on reinforcing. Good, that made her job much easier.

“Scott will not be attending school today,” she continued, ignoring the startled jerk of the hand she was still holding. “I don’t yet know the extent of injury past the obvious” – she drew the man’s attention to Scott’s face – “thanks to my grandsons springing this revelation on me not half an hour ago, and until I’m satisfied that both the culprits have been suitably punished and that he is not injured beyond that, he will be enrolling in your online classes instead of attending campus.”

“But Grandma-” Scott protested, but she quelled him with a Look. She hadn’t missed his flinch at the mention of other injuries.

“I trust there are no issues with this?” she asked Mr Atkins, who shook his head.

“None at all, Mrs Tracy. I’ll be sure to inform his teachers of the change. However, I will need the names of the culprits?” Both adults turned to look at Scott, who blanched.

“I-” he started. Stopped. Shook his head.

“Scott?” she coaxed.

“They know about Gordon and Alan,” he muttered, voice shaking.

“Have they threatened them?” He shook his head.

“But they saw them… If they think I ratted them out…” Sally was surprised if she’d still have a heart left by the end of the morning, the way it kept breaking into smaller and smaller pieces.

“They won’t get near them,” she promised him. “I won’t let them, even if it means I have to drive them to school every day instead of walking. No-one’s going to hurt your brothers.”

He bit his lip, an expression more at home on his six year old brother than the teenager next to her. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, and smiled when he looked at her. You can do this, kid.

“Wilkinson,” spilled out of his mouth, the name stumbling over itself. “James Wilkinson. Mike Wilmby. Harry Greenwood. George Bulington. Wilkinson’s the leader.”

Sally knew some of those names. She was sure those were the names of the boys he used to walk to school with – his friends.

Why was everything she learnt just more bad news?

“Is that all of them?” Mr Atkins asked. She was pleased to see all four names on the tablet in front of him.

“Yessir,” Scott nodded. He was glancing around the room as if waiting for one or more of the boys to leap out at him, but his back was straighter than when he’d first entered the room.

“Is it all physical?” the principle continued. “Any name calling, stealing..?” Scott shook his head.

“Just… physical.” It sounded like he wanted to say another word, but held himself back. Sally noticed he had brought an arm to wrap around his stomach defensively. Mr Atkins noted that down, then let his stylus fall to the desk.

“Is there anything else we should know?” he asked gently, and Scott shook his head. “If you think of anything else, please get in touch. The more we know, the more effectively we’ll be able to deal with it.” He paused, clearly giving her grandson a chance to ‘remember’ anything else of importance, but Scott remained silent. “Mrs Tracy, can I help you with anything else?”

“I think that’s all for now,” she said. “Scott will start his online classes on Monday; I trust everything will be set up by then?”

“It will, Mrs Tracy. I will keep in touch – either directly or via my secretary – regarding the culprits,” he assured her, and after exchanging a few more required pleasantries she ushered her eldest grandson from the room, and back towards the car.

Scott stayed silent until they got home, until they were back in the sitting room, and she wrapped her arm around his shoulders much like John had done earlier.

“Scotty?” she prompted, and he sighed.

“Did you have to pull me out of school?” he muttered, although she noticed he wasn’t complaining about it like he would have been if there had been an audience.

“I didn’t pull you out,” she corrected him. “You have the same teachers, you’ll just be interacting with them online until I’m happy you’re safe to go back into the classroom.” She didn’t mention that if Mr Atkins had been any less proactive about the situation, then she’d be hunting down a brand new school for him right then and there. Something told her Scott wouldn’t want to hear that.

“It feels like I’m running away,” he admitted, and she shook her head.

“You’re not a coward, Scotty. You’re a boy who’s had the worst week of his life – a much worse week than those boys could possibly understand – and needs to heal.” After Lucille, she needed to know her grandsons were safe, in every meaning of the word.

“Is there a difference?” he muttered, but he did at least rest his head against her shoulder in a surrender.

“A big one.” She eyed his stomach, hidden by his shirt. “Now, how about you take that shirt off and show me what those horrible children have done to you?”

He flinched, curling up on himself slightly, and she tutted.

“Either you let Doctor Grandma look, or we’re going straight to the doctors for another doctor to have a gander,” she told him firmly. “Which is it going to be?” The more he flinched, the more convinced she became that there was far more than the obvious evidence on his face.

It turned out Scott did, in fact, still have enough pride not to let random strangers poke and prod at him, even though he was still reluctant to remove the article of clothing. When he did, however, Sally knew immediately that Mr Atkins would be hearing from her again sooner than perhaps he’d expected.

Scott’s entire torso was black and blue and purple, bruises of varying ages overlapping each other in a horrifying story of the week. Matching bruises circled his upper arms, suspiciously hand-shaped, with little imagination required to identify the reasoning behind them, and when she got him to turn around, there were boot-shaped marks on his back, as well.

How dare they do this to her grandson?

She pressed a feather-light hand to the bruising on his torso, noticing the sharp intake of breath with a frown.

“Does it hurt?” she asked. Scott wouldn’t look her in the eye. “Scott?”

“Not after some tylenol,” he mumbled. She frowned, and probed gently to subtle winces and, in one particularly alarming case, a whimper.

Yes, Mr Atkins would be hearing from her again very soon. Once they got back from the hospital.

Part VII

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middleearth2asgard · 6 years ago

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Scott Lang x mom!reader

"Hey, honey, how was your day?" you asked your son as he climbed into the backseat of your SUV with his book bag still on.

He mumbled something in response that you couldn't hear.

"What was that?"

"It was okay," he said a little bit louder.

On your drive home, you continued in your attempts to make conversation with him. Normally, he barely stopped talking long enough to breathe, so you were concerned by his newfound silence. By the time you pulled into your driveway, you had decided it was a lost cause. He would open up to you when he felt like it.

This new routine continued for several days until one Friday afternoon when he finally muttered, "There's this kid in my class that won't leave me alone."

"What's he been doing?"

"Picking on me."

"Did you stand up to him and tell him to stop?"

"Yeah...laughed at me," he replied, barely audible.

You sighed aloud when you looked in your rearview mirror and saw his sad expression. It broke your heart to see your only child upset. You'd always encouraged him to stand up for himself and try to solve his own problems when at all possible. It wasn't too early for him to learn how to take care of himself. After all, you might not always be there. You'd learned that lesson the hard way when his father passed away.

But, if he had already done that to no avail, then you weren't going to let him fight his battle all alone.

"What's his name?" you asked.

"...... Lang," you heard him whisper, missing the first part. Oh well, it didn't matter. You'd have a talk with young Mr. Lang's parents on Monday morning.

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Monday mornings were always rough at your household...gathering up homework, trying to find lost sneakers, dragging a sleepy little boy out of bed while drinking your coffee. You were already running late for work when you stopped at the school drop-off, so the Lang situation would have to wait until this afternoon.

"Bye, honey, try to have a good day. I love you."

"Mom," he sighed, looking both ways to see if anybody was in earshot. "I love you, too."

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You arrived at the school earlier than normal in the afternoon in the hopes of finding out who this Lang's kid's parents were. Being a widowed mother, you didn't have as much time to dedicate to school activities as some of the others, so unless they belonged to your son's friends, you didn't know anything about them.

But, you knew who would.

"Hey, Carol," you said as you slide up to your best friend's car window. "How's it going?"

"Same as always, I guess. How are you and Spencer?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you know a Mr. and Mrs. Lang?"

"She's not Mrs. Lang anymore. She remarried. I know her and the stepdad pretty well. Mr. Lang shows up when he can...if I wasn't married I'd like to know him a lot better, if you know what I mean. That is one good looking man."

You let out a humored snort and shook your head at her. "As helpful as all that knowledge is, do you know if they're here today?"

"That's his car over there," she said with a nod.

"Thanks," you replied, patting her on the arm.

You made your over to the vehicle she had indicated and knocked on the passenger's side window. The man in the driver's seat jumped slightly, apparently startled.

He rolled down the window and asked, "May I help you?"

"That depends, are you Mr. Lang?"

"Yeah, Scott Lang, that's me," he replied with a chipper tone to his voice.

"I wanted to talk to you about your son."

"My son?"

"Yeah, your son."

"Um, give me a minute."

He got out of the car and walked over to join you on the sidewalk. Now that he was out in the sunlight, you saw that Carol was right. With dark hair, dark eyes, and an unbelievably youthful look for a middle-aged man, he was incredibly handsome.

"Um, yeah," you began, regaining your composure, "it seems your son has been picking on mine. Now, don't think I'm an overbearing mother who gets involved in her boy's life all the time, but he says he stood up to your son, told him to stop, and all he did was laugh at him. I thought you and I could handle this as adults, without getting the teacher involved."

You realized that he looked as if he was trying not to laugh at you.

"I don't see what's so funny."

"No, I'm sure you don't yet," he began. "You must be Spencer's mom?"

"Yes, I am," you said a little surprised.

"I think there's been a little misunderstanding. You'll see in a minute. Over here, peanut!" he yelled at someone over your shoulder.

"Daddy!" you heard a little girl yell right before she ran over to the man you were speaking to.

He scooped her up in his arms, gave her a quick hug, then set her down on the ground in front of you.

She was a beautiful little girl who couldn't have looked any more angelic unless a halo had been floating over her head.

"Cassie, this is your new friend Spencer's mom. Mrs. Y/l/n, this is Cassie."

"Hey, Mrs. Y/l/n, it's very nice to meet you," she said.

"Mom!" you heard Spencer cry out behind you. "What are you doing?!" He asked once he was standing beside you. He wore a totally exasperated look on his face.

"Hey, Spencer," Cassie said shyly before reaching her hand over to ruffle his hair. She giggled when he swatted it away.

"See, mom," he mumbled. "She won't leave me alone."

You looked at Mr. Lang apologetically. "I'm sorry. It seems my son left out a few important details."

You leaned over to Spencer and said, "Don't you know when a little girl picks on you, it means she likes you."

He glanced from you, to Cassie, and back to you with an expression that said he didn't wholly believe you.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and believe me, it doesn't change when you get older either, kid," Lang said with a smile.

"Do you want to come play at my house?" Cassie asked. "My dad has a big indoor maze and you can see my giant pet ant?"

"Giant pet ant?! How can you have a giant ant?" Spencer said.

"You'll have to come see."

"Can I, mom?"

"Oh, I don't know. Mr. Lang might have other things to do today."

"He doesn't!" Cassie volunteered.

"It's true. He doesn't," Lang said. "I know we just met, so if you and your husband feel more comfortable joining us-"

"Mom's not married!"

"Neither is my dad!"

You blushed at the children's outbursts and Lang rubbed the back of his neck with a laugh.

"Can we, mom? Please, please, please?"

Your son looked happier than he had in days, so how could you say no?

"Oh, alright."

"Yay!" The kids squealed in unison.

"Yay!" Lang copied them, making you laugh.

"Well, lead the way, Mr. Lang."

"Ok, and you might as well call me Scott."

"Y/f/n."

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"Oh my God," you said as your fingers ran over the soft leather of the ant-man suit.

Scott figured once you'd seen Cassie's giant pet ant, there was no reason not to tell you the whole truth. Besides, what was the harm of showing off a little to an attractive, single woman.

"Who would have guessed I would have met an actual Avenger at the school pick-up lane?" You said as you picked up his helmet to study it.

"Well, once you strip away the 'superhero saving the world stuff', we're really just regular people.... except for Thor, I guess.... and maybe Tony Stark, and..."

"I get it," you said, patting him gently on the arm.

You'd had an absolutely wonderful afternoon with Scott. While the kids happily played, he'd told you all about being an Avenger, his daughter, his divorce, and even his time in jail. He was an extremely easy guy to spend time with, and an even easier guy to like. Things felt very natural with him. So when Cassie came running up asking if you could join them for dinner, you happily agreed.

You were helping set the table when you heard the front door open and a man's voice yell, "Hey, Scottie!"

You weren't positive, but you were pretty sure you heard Scott mutter, "Oh, no."

Moments later, a man entered the kitchen and said, "Oh, man, I didn't know you had company. I'm Luis, Scottie's best friend and business partner."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm y/f/n y/l/n."

"Y/f/n y/l/n? You mean the super fine hottie from the school?"

"What?" You asked with a surprised laugh.

Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Scott run his finger across his throat in a slashing motion. But when you looked, he was just brushing off his shirt.

"I mean, I don't know anything about that," Luis began. "I mean, you are a super fine hottie, but I don't know anything about that."

"Luis!" Scott said, finally cutting the rambling man off.

Quickly recovering, Luis went over to the stove and asked, "Oh, what are you guys fixing to eat?"

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After dinner, you announced that it was time to go home, which was met with two small "oh, no's".

"Oh, yes, it's getting late. You both have school tomorrow, remember?"

Scott walked you to the door while the kids ran out to the car together.

"So, um, I have to ask...did you use your daughter just to get a date with me?" You asked playfully.

"Of course not. I can't help that Cassie took a liking to Spencer, which led to us eventually meeting, anymore than I can help-"

"That you happened to be a super fine hottie!" Luis supplied from the kitchen, causing Scott to sigh in annoyance.

"Uh huh, sure."

"But, I was wondering... is there any chance you're free on Saturday?"

"Spencer has a soccer game on Saturday."

"Oh."

"Unless, you and Cassie would like to join us? We could get dinner afterwards."

Scott smiled at you before yelling out the door, "Cassie, would you like to go Spencer's soccer game on Saturday?"

"Yeah!" The two little voices chimed in unison.

"Seems like they've hit it off," you said.

"Yeah."

"You know, what you told Spencer was right, it doesnt change when we get older."

Then you reached up and ruffled his hair until it was a complete mess and said in your best Luis-voice, "See ya on Saturday, Scottie."

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noona-clock · 7 years ago

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iKonic Fairy Tales: Snow White

A modern fairy tale series in collaboration with @cramelot - stay tuned next week for the next story featuring a new member! ✨

Genre: College/Neighbor!AU

Pairing: Donghyuk x You

By Admin B

🍎Part 1, 2, 3, 4

Once upon a time, a few years ago, right at the beginning of your freshman year of college, you had been in desperate need of a job.

Your parents had both tragically passed in an accident within the past year, and while they did leave you with somewhat of a comfortable sum of inheritance, you had to use most of it to pay off their debts as well as your school tuition.

So for the first few weeks of the semester, you searched the newspapers, you searched CraigsList, you walked around looking for ‘Now Hiring’ signs. But no luck.

Finally, a girl you sat next to in your History of Music class mentioned she was a nanny but couldn’t keep working because she needed to take extra classes and wouldn’t have time.

You immediately jumped on the chance, and she gave you the family’s contact number (though she was strangely hesitant, but you decided not to worry too much about that).

Fast forward to a couple of weeks later, and you were officially able to call yourself a nanny for five children.

Now fast forward to the present, and those five children had turned into seven.

Yes, seven children.

You liked to think of yourself as a modern-day Maria Von Trapp.

So, let’s introduce the little ones, shall we?

First, we have the oldest, and the smartest, Roy. He was, naturally, the leader of the bunch and liked to give orders to his younger siblings.

Second, we have Piper, one half of the first pair of twins. Maybe it was because she was so close to being the oldest but wasn’t and she was bitter about that, but for some reason, this girl was always in a pretty foul mood. There was a perpetual pout on her lips and a constant furrow on her brow.

Third, we have the other twin and Piper’s exact opposite, Otis. You had never seen this kid in a bad mood; he was always smiling and laughing and cracking jokes and looking on the bright side. Piper hated him, of course, so you always made sure to keep those two separate.

Fourth, we have Penelope. You... kind of weren’t sure what Penelope’s personality was like because she always seemed to be sleeping. Or wanting to go to sleep. You were forever having to hang her homework up to dry because she would drool on her paper.

Fifth, we have Eddie. He was probably your favorite (if you had to pick) because, while he wasn’t the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, he was incredibly sweet and very attached to you.

Sixth, we have one-half of the other pair of twins, Scotty. You were thankful you had already been around when he was born because, if he’d had to meet you when you started as the other kids had, you probably never would’ve gotten to know him. You’d never met somebody so shy and quiet, but you also had never met somebody so caring and kind.

Last but not least, we have Scotty’s twin, Billy. Ever since Billy was a baby, he suffered from severe allergies. The poor kid was always sneezing, and no amount of Benadryl or Claritin seemed to help. You had learned to always have a large box of tissues on hand whenever you were at their house.

It would be remiss of me not to mention the children's’ parents, of course, for they were your bosses. The father was somewhat -- kind of -- out of the picture because his line of work called for almost constant travel.

Why they decided to have seven kids when the father was basically always gone, you would never understand.

But, anyway.

The mother was around, though, and while she was very polite and one of the most elegant and graceful women you’d ever met, she...

Well, to be quite frank, she wasn’t the most nurturing of mothers.

She was fairly strict with her children, and she could sometimes get snippy with you if she felt you weren’t living up to her standards as a nanny. In fact, you and the kids called her The Queen when she wasn’t around. (Piper even called her The Evil Queen sometimes, but you always hushed her instantly.)

But she paid you quite well, and you’d come to dearly love all seven children, so you never even thought about leaving.

Suffice it to say, The Queen and her husband made more than enough money for a family of nine, and they lived in an incredibly large, incredibly nice house in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the city. You always felt kind of weird getting there by bus, but you couldn’t afford (or even really needed) a car. Plus, at least three of the kids would always run down the driveway to greet you as you walked up. It filled your heart right up, even if you’d had a bad day at school.

Since you and the kids hardly ever ventured out of the house (except for some playtime out in the backyard every once in a while), you had never met any of their neighbors. You’d barely even seen any, in fact; it seemed rich people were either never at home or never left the house.

This afternoon, though, as you were strolling down the street toward your place of work, you noticed a moving van in front of the house next door.

It was still a wonder to you how anyone could afford such a huge house, but that didn’t stop you from being nosy. You glanced over as you approached The Queen’s house, your eyes widening as you watched the movers carrying in the most beautiful, most expensive-looking furniture you’d ever seen.

Wow. Were these people even more loaded than The Queen?

All of a sudden, a high-pitched voice calling out your name interrupted your thoughts.

“Eddie!” you greeted, your lips pulling into a huge smile when you saw his sweet face. No matter what, Eddie was always one in the group coming out to greet you.

Eddie ran up to you, flinging his arms around your middle and squeezing you in greeting.

“We have new neighbors,” Otis pointed out as he skipped down the driveway toward you. Piper was following behind him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest and practically stomping her feet.

“I can see that,” you replied, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Have you met them yet?”

“Well, only the son,” he told you. “But he’s a lot older. He said he’s in college, so he’s probably old like you.”

“Oh?” A rich guy about your age? Okay, you couldn’t stop yourself from being just a little bit jealous. You would give anything to be able to live with your parents and not have to worry about paying for college.

“He was super nice!” Eddie told you with a somewhat dopey grin. “His name is...”

“Donghyuk, you dodo,” Piper spat.

“Piper,” you warned, giving her a look which clearly said she shouldn’t be calling her brother that.

“Right! Donghyuk,” Eddie nodded. He was still hanging onto you, making it a bit difficult for you to walk down the driveway, but you could manage. “He said we can go over and play with his pinball machine any time. And the bowling alley!”

What?! A house which had a pinball machine and a bowling alley?! You almost couldn’t comprehend it.

“He does seem nice,” you replied as you rubbed Eddie’s back. “You’ll have to ask your mom about going over there, though.”

“Oh, great,” Piper muttered with a roll of her eyes. “We’re never going.”

“Come on, guys,” you chuckled as you all approached the walkway to the front door. “Let’s get inside and start on your homework.”

You greeted the other four children once you walked in and hung up your jacket, and they also proceeded to tell you about their new neighbors. All of them, even Scotty who barely spoke, were basically gushing about how nice and cool (and cute, according to Penelope) this Donghyuk was.

It made you very curious to meet him, to be honest.

But not even half an hour after you’d arrived, and thoughts of the new neighbor had already floated from your head.

I mean... you were watching seven kids, after all. Your focus tended to be on them and making sure nobody got injured in some way.

When the clock finally struck 7, and you saw the headlights of The Queen’s car coming down the road, you scrambled to get all the kids looking neat and put together; she did a daily inspection when she got home from work, and you’d learned quickly to make sure none of the kids had even a hair out of place.

“All right, friends,” you said with a clap. “Time to line up, your mother is pulling into the driveway. Eddie, come here, your hair is a mess.”

You licked your palm and smoothed the wild strands down, your brow furrowing. And then your heart skipped a beat when you heard the key in the front door.

You quickly pressed your index finger to your lips before clasping your hands in front of you and turning to face where The Queen would be in just a few seconds.

“I’m home,” she called out, sounding far more serious than any mother arriving home you’d ever heard.

“Good evening,” you greeted her, a smile plastered on your lips. “Homework is all done, dinner is prepared, and the children are ready for inspection.”

Honestly, you were so used to this little routine by now, you didn’t even think about the fact that it was really, really weird The Queen had her kids line up for an inspection.

Like... really weird.

“Good evening,” The Queen replied, returning your grin with a tight-lipped one of her own. Her heels clacked as she sauntered down the hall, arriving in front of Roy. She patted his cheek before moving on to Piper then Otis, Penelope, Eddie, Scotty, and finally, Billy.

“I assume there was no trouble with your teacher?”

The kids were homeschooled, taught by the most sought-after, exclusive, expensive private tutor in practically the whole country.

“No, ma’am,” all seven kids replied in unison.

“Good,” The Queen nodded. She then turned to you, nodding once to signal your release for the evening.

You quickly snuck a wave to the kids before tiptoeing down the hall, grabbing your jacket, and slipping out the front door.

You let out a soft sigh, breathing in the cool, fresh air and beginning your walk down the driveway. The bus stop was down by the entrance to the neighborhood, and on nights like tonight, you were glad for the walk. It gave you time to think and remember everything you had to be grateful for.

But just as you passed the family’s mailbox, you heard a voice.

“Hey,” it said.

You jumped a little, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest at the surprise.

“Sorry!”

You turned to see who the voice belonged to, your eyes landing on a very nice and sweet-looking guy.

He could only be Donghyuk, the new neighbor the kids had been telling you about earlier.

“Hi,” you replied with a polite smile. “It’s okay, you just startled me.”

“I’m Donghyuk,” he told you, holding his hand out toward you. You shook it and introduced yourself back.

“Actually, the kids told me about you,” you revealed with a bit of a smirk.

“Oh? Are you --”

“I’m their nanny,” you explained. You’d interrupted him before he could ask if you were their sister; you didn’t want to make him feel awkward by telling him you were, in fact, far too poor to ever live in a place like this.

“Oh, wow,” Donghyuk chuckled, looking rather impressed. “That’s a lot of kids.”

“It is,” you agreed with a little nod. “But they’re good apples.”

It seemed Donghyuk had a sudden thought because his brow furrowed, and he began looking around for something.

“Are you... how do you get home?”

“Oh, I take the bus,” you told him, gesturing over your shoulder in the general direction of the bus stop.

He immediately looked a bit wary, and you couldn’t help but think he was just too adorable.

“It’s getting dark... are you sure you feel safe out here on your own?”

“Yes, I’ve done it plenty of times,” you assured him with a slight smirk.

“I can give you a lift if you’d like.”

“I appreciate the thought, but I don’t make it a habit to accept rides from strangers.”

Donghyuk nodded, his worried expression morphing into an impressed one. “You’re smart. I totally understand.”

You nodded in agreement before letting out a little sigh and lifting your shoulders into a shrug. “I... should probably get going. My bus comes in, like, five minutes.”

“Oh! Right, sorry,” Donghyuk said with a bashful chuckle.

“It was nice to meet you, though,” you said, eyebrows raised.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

And then his shy smile turned into a full-blown one, and wow.

He was quite possibly the cutest guy you’d ever seen.

“See ya around,” he said as you slowly turned on your heel to leave.

Yeah. You sure hoped he did.

Part 2

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mybullshitsensesaretingling · 7 years ago

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Nuh'mau-wak

Request: Hello, cool blog! I have a request if that's alright: Captain Kirk falling for Spock's half sister, who's human (reader is female) thank you! - @demigodgirl91

A/N: Naming a story in Vulcan. Oh yeah, I’m so deep in this I’m never gonna see the light of day again. It means “too much time” or “it has been too long since I last saw you”

Spock and Kirk stood waiting in front of the airlock door. Your ship had just docked with the Enterprise in response to a distress call. When the door swished open, you stepped aboard, your first officer in tow.

“It’s good to see you again, Captain,” you greeted Kirk, shaking his hand.

“We have to meet under better circumstances one of these days.”

You nodded your agreements before turning to Spock. “S’chn.”

“(Y/N).”

“Your bangs are a disaster.”

“As are your manners.”

You kept your hard expression for a moment before it broke into a smile.

“I am glad to see you well.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You held your hand out toward your first officer. “Commander Morris is the head of my engineering department. If you would allow him, he would like to meet with the Lieutenant Commander and get started on the repairs right away.”

“Of course. I’ll have Ensign Chekov take him down.” Kirk gave out the order then started directing you to a conference room.

“Ki'kwi'fun-tor,” you told Spock as the two of you walked behind the captain.

“Nuh'mau-wak,” he responded.

“Ah,” you agreed. “Hi ka’i. And I expect a full tour of the new ship,” you spoke up when you switched to English so that Kirk knew you were speaking to him.

It used to bother him when you and your brother spoke to each other in Vulcan. He didn’t like not knowing what you were saying, especially when things got heated, or as heated as a conversation between two people raised on Vulcan could get. But he had gotten used to it a while ago. In fact, he almost found it comforting.

“It’s cute that you thought there was a chance that I wasn’t going to give you a tour,” he said, stopping at a door and waiting off to the side to let you enter first.

You took a seat at the table and listened as the two began to regale you with the choices and mistakes that had lead to their current predicament. You looked over the logs, carefully sorting through all the information they were giving you and deciding what was and wasn’t worth putting in your report.

The formal meeting between high ranking colleagues morphed rather quickly into a coffee shared between old friends.

Jim, as always, found himself constantly trying to make you smile. You weren’t under the same pressure growing up to act Vulcan, so it was a much easier task than getting Spock to smile. But getting you to smile, sincerely smile, still came with its own challenges.

“You disappoint me, Jim,” you said, after he had told you a particularly bad story of his captaining “skills”.

“You’d be more disappointed if I didn’t have any stories.”

A smile started to tug at your lips, but you covered it by lifting your mug to your mouth. “I guess we will never find out.”

“I resent that.”

“I don’t believe you do, sir,” Spock said.

“Captain?” a man’s voice called from the door.

“Yes?” you and Kirk responded in unison, both your heads turning towards the door.

“Umm… Captain Grayson,” you first officer clarified.

“Yes?” you repeated, unaccompanied by Kirk.

“We’re needed back on the O’Neil.”

“Of course.” You got to your feet, nodding at the two men in front of you in turn. “Kirk. Spock. I’ll be back after I get a chance to speak with my team. Thank you for the coffee.”

Kirk smiled and watched you leave, the whole while being watched by Spock.

“Don’t,” Kirk said, turning to look at his friend.

“Don’t what?” Spock asked, his gaze unwavering and having the distinct look of someone who knew something others really wished he didn’t.

“You know what.” Kirk gathered up the PADDs from the meeting and Spock’s eyes never left him. “Jesus. Blink or something.”

He did as his Captain asked, somehow managing to do it smugly.

“How’s Sarak?” Kirk asked as the two of you walked down the hall.

“I’m sure he is well.” You kept your hands clasped behind your back as you walked, barely even looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

“You haven’t been talking, have you?”

“Not lately, no.” Kirk was always surprised at your ability to keep emotion out of your voice no matter what. He had seen you let your walls down when it was just the two of you, even when Spock was with you, but whenever you were in public they went right back up.

“He doesn’t seem to be very good at talking to his children.”

“He’s fine with talking to his children. It is only Spock and I that he has a problem with.”

“Uhuh. And how many siblings do you guys have?” He had been trying to get a straight answer to this question for years.

“That depends on what you count as a sibling,” you said as if that should satisfy him.

Kirk snorted and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“If dancing around questions was a sport your family would take gold.”

“It’s a Vulcan trait.”

“Your ears are a little too rounded to use that excuse, sweetheart.” He saw the laugh at his comment start to form, but watched you push it away before it could make its way out of your mouth. “If it helps, Spock feels the opposite. I’m surprised he hasn’t jumped ship yet.”

The two of you stepped into his office.

“He is very loyal to you, Captain.” Once the door closed behind you, you added, “But it does help, thank you.”

“You know, I’ve been reading your reports,” he started, going to his desk.

“You’ve been checking up on me?” you ask, instantly becoming more casual, more human.

“No, of cour-” he stopped looking back at you. “Yes. At least once a month. You’ve been busy.”

“So have you.” You walked around to the other side of the table. “But you need to learn how to write a proper report. You sound like a nine year old writing in his diary about his first crush.”

He let out a loud laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“It’s been too long,” he smiled.

“Since I saved your butt?” you teased.

“Yes. You should do it more often.”

The corners of your mouth lifted and his smile turned into a full grin.

“I’m not letting you go out there!” Kirk shouted as he raced after you through the shaking corridors of the Enterprize.

“If somebody doesn’t, we won’t survive this.” You only raised your voice so that he could hear you over the commotion.

“That somebody isn’t you.” He took hold of your hand, causing you to stop and turn around. You sent his hand a sharp look before moving your eyes up to meet his.

“I am the most senior officer aboard this ship,” you told him. “You are in no position to give me orders, Captain.”

“It wasn’t a order, Captain.” His eye held something you recognized but couldn’t quite place. It had been there when he had seen you at the memorial service for Vulcan and every time Amanda was brought up in conversation. You saw it through your screen when you had been stuck in sickbay after a misstep on a mission had left you battered and bruised. You wished that you were raised around humans. You wished you knew what his looks meant.

You stared at him for a moment longer, before a particularly bad jolt through the ship reminded you of the urgency of your mission.

In one swift move, you slipped your hand from his and turned to carry on your way. You knew he was hot on your heels, but he didn’t say anything else until you were pulling an EVA suit from the rack and stepping into it.

“There’s nothing I can do to stop you, is there?”

“No.”

Your answer changed his whole personality. His hands wrapped around your collar, helping to tug it up over your shoulders. Then he moved to close it.

“What are you doing?” you asked, letting him dress you.

“You’re not doing this alone.” He clipped the tether to the back of your suit. “I’m going to be there every step of the way. If your radio goes silent for even a second, I’m going out after you.” He pulled your helmet down over your head, locked it in place, and kept his hands on either side. “Stay focused. Stay alert. Come back to me.”

You nodded and he let go of you, allowing you to step back and away from him. He watched you go through the airlock and exit the ship, before he started off back down the hall at a full sprint. The moment he was on the bridge, he switched on a com.

“How we coming?”

“It’s breathtaking,” you told him. You had never been out there with just an EVA suit between you and the stars. Even with all the debris littering the area and threatening the lives of both crews, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

“Focus, Grayson,” Kirk reminded you.

“I’m at the leak. I’m-” You had to duck as piece of an old ship came uncomfortably close to the ship. “Patching it now.”

“What was that?”

“I believe it was a piece of hull plating,” you said casually as you got down on your knees and pulled a tool from your belt.

“Be careful.” He turned to Chekov. “How much time do we have?”

“Fifteen minutes before the radiation becomes lethal, sir.”

“Grayson, did you hear that? Fifteen minutes.”

“I have a countdown on my helmet, Kirk.” Your breathing was thick and heavy as you struggled to work.

“Don’t give me that attitude,” Kirk said.

“Is there an attitude you would prefer?” You could hear him trying not to laugh and smiled to yourself.

“Just focus on your work.”

You tried, but it seemed Kirk was very serious about not going radio silent for even a minute. Everytime you would get into a groove his voice would crackle through your helmet asking you how it was going.

“I need you back on the ship.”

“One moment.”

“No, now. I’m not going to watch you die. Get your ass back in the ship,” Kirk said sternly.

“I’m finished,” you told him, standing up. “Headed back to the airlock.”

Kirk, unsurprisingly, was waiting for you inside. He ripped your helmet unceremoniously from your head and tossed it to the floor. His hands flew to the side of your face, twisting it this way and that, inspecting every feature closely.

“Hey! Tha’s delicate equipment!” Scotty yelled, rushing to pick the helmet back up.

“Sorry,” Kirk said, dropping his hands from you. “Get changed. I’m taking you to medical.”

“Kirk, I’m fine.” Turning to Scotty, you started tugging your suit off. “Did that fix the problem?”

“Aye.” He waited until you had completely stripped of your EVA suit and were left only in your uniform to hand you a PADD.

You looked over it and gave it back. “Good. Is Commander Morris on board?”

“No, he went back to O’Neil.”

“Thank you.” You walked past Kirk and he immediately fell into step beside you.

“You’re going to medical before you go see Morris.”

“I made it back in plenty of time. There’s no need for a doctor,” you said.

“Humor me.”

“Why are you acting this way?” you asked, clasping your hands together.

“Maybe because you could have died.”

You stopped and turned to look at him. After a second, you nodded like you were examining a painting. Then walked away with a small “hm.”

“What? What was that?” he asked in a panic, chasing after you.

“What was what?”

“That face! That ‘Hm’!”

“Nothing. I just realized that you have feelings for me.”

“What? I don’t- What would make you- I don’t know-,” Kirk stumbled.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you told him calmly. “I feel the same way.”

“You do?” You didn’t have to turn around to know that he was smirking.

“Yes. Now if you excuse me, I do have work to.”

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new-to-this123 · 7 years ago

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Boy Or Girl?

As per requested

hi could i request a scenario with montgomery where he and reader are older and they’re arguing about the gender of their baby bc he thinks it’s a girl but she thinks it’s a boy(which the baby does end up being)? sorry if this was too long

Monty X Reader

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Word Count: 1383

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You had been dating Montgomery De La Cruz since senior year. Now ten years later, you were married. Monty was a professional baseball player, you were a lawyer. You had a six year old son named Jeffrey and a four year old daughter named Mia. Your guys life was busy. You never thought of having more kids. You had both agreed on two, and with Monty being gone every now and then from February-October, and you always being in the office, it was hard to plan having more kids. Why would you need more anyways? You had one of each. Everything was perfect.

One morning you woke feeling terrible. You layed in bed looking up at the ceiling, not wanting to move in fear of puking.

“baby you OK?” monty asked turning on his side putting his arm around you.

“no don't move the bed. I feel sick” you snapped

Monty got out the bed and grabbed the little garbage can you had in your bathroom. At soon as he had it near you, you started puking. Monty held your hair back and rubbed your back.

“did you eat something that's not agreeing with you?”

“I don't know.” you answered lifting your head up from the garbage can.

You thought for a minute.

“oh my god.” you said looking at Monty with a blank face. Montys face dropped and turned white.

“what?”

“I haven't had my period this month or last. It just clicked in. I've been so busy with the kids and work that it never dawned on me.”

Monty just stared at you not sure what to say.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes.

“did you want me to go get a test?” monty asked you

“sure”.you said standing up. “I'll get breakfast ready for the kids and us while you're out.

“I'll take Mia with me and Jeff can help you with breakfast.” Monty replied smiling.

You giggled and went downstairs to see you children laying on either side of the couch watching tv.

“Mia wanna come with daddy to the store?” Monty asked as mia ran into his arms.

“Can i get a surprise?” she asked

“Of course babygirl” monty replied kissing her head, spinning with her in his arms.

“She's got you wrapped around her finger” Jeffrey exclaimed sitting up from the couch

You and monty both started laughing.

“And you kind sir have your mother wrapped around your finger” monty said laughing pointing at jeff.

Jeffery stood up and walked over to you and hugged you tightly and smiled. “I sure do”

“If you’re buying Mia something get something for Jeff too” you told your husband as he walked out the house daughter in hand.

“That was the plan babe”

You ans Jeff walked into the kitchen

“What we making mom?” Jeff asked with a big smile

“What do you want?”

“Pancakes”

You and jeffery made pancakes for everyone. Just as you were plating everything, Monty and Mia walked in.

“Look at the dress daddy bought me” She ran to you and jeff and showed you guys her new princess dress.

“And a monster truck for jeffrey. Mia said you wanted it.” Monty said giving jeff his monster truck

“THANK YOU DADDY!!!!!!” He screamed and jumped up and down.

You ate together as a family. Once the dishes were in the dishwasher, and the kids were playing, you and monty walked up to your room.

“Oh man i'm so nervous” you told monty as you went to the washroom.

Monty handed you the stick and walked out. You peed on the stick, put the cap back on. And put it on the counter and set your two minute timer on your phone. You walked out and sat on the bed beside monty.

“babe it's fine. We are financially stable to afford another kid. And i mean come on another girl would be great.” Monty said grabbing your hands.

“Haha thanks. But it's totally a boy if i'm pregnant. With mia i never got sick in the morning.”

You both laughed.

Beep Beep Bep

You both stood up nervously walking to the washroom. You grabbed the stick and laughed.

“It's totally a boy”

“Its positive??” monty asked with excitement

You shook your head yes

Monty picked you up and spun you around.

“Oh my god babe we're gonna be parents again!! And to a beautiful baby girl”

“Haha we should call the doctor's office to make an appointment for an ultrasound.” you smiled.

You called the doctor's office and made an appointment for an ultrasound in a months time. In the month of waiting you and monty kept arguing over whether or not you were going to have a girl or boy. You went for the ultrasound and found out you were five months pregnant. When the lady went to look for the gender, the baby had its legs crossed and refused to show its gender. You both laughed.

“We should have a party to tell our friends and family” Monty suggested.

“Sure why not” You said

Even though you were five months pregnant you didn't look pregnant at all.

A week later you had everything set up in the house. When you invited your friends and family you all laughed and said it was just a casual party.

“Your parents arrived two hours early to help you guys set up.”

“Hello Miss Atkins- De La Cruz.” scott said walking into your house hugging you. Scott and Monty did everything together since high school. They even played for the same baseball team. He was part of the family. Your kids called him uncle Scotty.

“Hello scott.” you laughed.

“Y/N!!!!” Jessica and Sherri yelled as they walked into your house.

“Jess, Sherri” you yelled back group hugging the two girls.

All of your friends from high school showed up and the family you had invited. You all ate and were getting ready to eat dessert when you and monty decided it was time to tell people.

“So today isn't just a party. It's a celebration.” you exclaimed to everyone.

“Y/N PREGNANT!!!!!!” Monty yelled! “I'M GONNA BE A DAD AGAIN!!!”

All the guys jumped on monty and screamed with joy. The girls all yelled. Your parents screamed and hugged you hard.

“Monty Hardly ever home and still got moves” Zach laughed.

“How far are you?” Your mother asked

“Five month”

“WHAT???” everyone said in unison.

“Ok ok ok I got this” scott started “we are taking bets. Money will obviously go to Y/N and Monty for the new baby, but Bets On the gender!”

Justin came back with two jars he had found in your cupboards.

“Bets for boy bets for girl.” scott showed the two jars “Mom and dad go first” he said pointing to you and monty

“GIRL” monty screamed putting 10$ into the girl jar

“BOY” you screamed putting 10$ into the boy jar.

“Jeffrey Mia come here” scott called them over.

“So mommy has a baby in her belly. Is it gonna be a boy or a girl” scott asked the kids

“I want a brother” jeffery replied

“I want a sister so i can play dress up with her” Mia answered

Scott laughed and placed 10$ into each jar.

“Funny how Jeff is a mommys boy and Mia is a daddy's girl and they have the same vote as their parents” clay chipped in.

“That's because jeffrey takes after his mother and is smart!” you smiled.

The jars were pretty even.

During the remaining four months of your pregnancy Monty would tell everyone he was sure it was a girl. You told everyone it was a boy. You had the same agreement as before, if its a girl monty chooses the name if its a boy, you chose. Monty had chosen the name McKenna. You had chosen the name Jakob.

‘One last push Y/N and it'll be out” The doctor said. You pushed hard and suddenly you heard a baby cry.

“Congratulations on the baby boy” the doctors said placing baby Jakob on your chest.

“Haha i was right” you said looking at monty tears in your eyes. Both you and monty were crying happy tears. You couldn't be happier to welcome another child into your family.

#montgomery de la cruz #monty de la cruz #montgomery x reader #justin foley #scott reed #bryce walker #marcus cole #jeff atkins #ryan shaver #alex standall #tyler down #clay jensen #tony padilla #zach dempsey #13rw #13 reasons why #13rw imagine #thirteen reasons why

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ladyofmind · 7 years ago

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August is over? Recap time...

First things first... Between Patreon and other tasks, I dropped off towards the end of the month... I’m sure you saw the #CharactersHell board that took my time and, most importantly, brain stuffs.

We have, however, organized it so that future boards should not be as hard as the first one.

As long as it is as well received as it’s other game, by the same @M_arbanassi (on Twiter) #CharactersHell should have just as amazing a community as #CharactersTell. Tell focuses on the characters every week. Hell is a monthly board covering a little bit more, including us authors.

Basically, those two tags are my guaranteed game plays for the foreseeable future. The question will be what other ones will I be playing this coming September?

While I ponder that, here are the old answers...

#wipwordsearch AKA #RedLettersTeasers

1- Sly had a way of #schooling his features so that no one could read him. If Gus was happy about it, he could be happy for Gus. Still… "But why do some of the women have pointy weapons?"

2- He followed her lead carefully, since they were not in his place, & he made sure to lower only his top half. They could stare at his jean clad #back side for all he cared.

3- Rolling the blanket over herself like a sleeping bag, Tweet felt for her note #book in the dark, finding where she left the pen in the page, half heartedly scribbling notes she hoped she would understand in the margins.

4- That she would have to cover with make up, and that would have to work for the #bags under her eyes too.

5- At least two of the biggest #gossips of Soul were furiously, but covertly, trying to get her attention.

6- She still needed him around, and Malta would miss her #crush too much.

7- The kindnesses came back ten fold, as Nate catered Martin's musical event, with the chocolate man making a lifelike red guitar that shined as if it had a fresh coat of pearlescent #paint.

8- His long black hair fell to one side, and hardly covered any of the piercing or tattoos, which covered his arms and neck in a sea of darker #colors.

9- Nira wasn't the only one #catching on to the language from exposure.

10- "You don't have to read it, if you don't like it." Woods' movements slowed, as he scrunched #up the material of his shirt.

11- She wasn't by any means an #expert, but one knew quickly which ones felt like sucking lemons, due to the way they pulled her face of their will, and which ones she might want to drink again.

12- The point was made, she was #playing with house money, and she would win.

13- Seemed this new Soulful was #true to it's name, and proving more interesting with each visit.

14- NO WINGS

15- Remmy rolled the window down, and waved at Woods, a sigh escaping him. "#Hurry up slow poke. I think you should be offended, but that's my opinion that you don't always listen to talking.

16- NO ESSENCE

17- Remmy was getting #sick of repeating himself. "Just go talk to Tweet…."

18- By the simple look of a wedged arm and crumpled leg, she knew to #avert her gaze, that seeing the parts of limbs was close enough.

19- Spoiler if posted SLASH

20- Not that this was any type of pet, it was somewhere between a tiger and #house cat in size.

21- NO CASCADE

22- NO LITE

23- "Seems like you have a musical connection with everyone you meet." Her words had been a double-edged #sword to him.

24- One #building caught her eye, with its sheer size and stain glass details.

25- Plus if he loitered too long, he'd be late to #class.

26- Once #inside, she showered and found herself staring into her closet.

27- She needed to remember to encourage them all to have lives #outside the bar.

28- Staff loyalty and respect was next on the ever #growing list.

29- Even nearly #falling onto a guy and barely keeping her red rubies caged looked classy.

30- Angus and Scotty had the good sense to first agree with Woods, and then do their darnedest to get Brandon to #leave while he was still in one piece.

31- They were out in the public, it was #chilly, he was sure there was some law about it, and was she ready for what she was trying to do?

#CharactersTell

1/8- Woods back again! The band and I thought it was time to talk again, especially since this month is art themed, and we are artists *someone snickers* Don't start that again mate… We're glad to be here in… (The Red Letters series)

2/8- Woods- Of course! We're musicians, so that is our favorite.

Brandon- "Women too"

W- "A fine bird's form can be a masterpiece yes, with legs for miles and plump shapes."

3/8- Woods- "Yeah mate, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, couple of car places. It's my passion, so why not go see it in a museum too if you can?"

4/8- Woods- "We play rock music, but I have listened to all kinds in my life. Never know what will inspire that next song of your own."

5/8- Woods- *laughs while the boys chuckle* "I prefer relaxed movies, in the sense that thinking too hard kills the buzz. Ain't nothing too relaxed about the movies I watch, especially if we just finished filming it."

6/8- Woods caught elbowing the blokes on the couch with him. "Unless this is Play boy, the answer to that question has to be music." *preoccupied by trying to help cover Brandon's mouth.*

7/8- Woods- "Maybe you haven't heard of us, but we are already famous for being a band. Tour regularly, another album in the works, so on and so forth. That's my legacy. Rock and roll lifer."

8/8- "Thank god! Woods doesn't shut up. Brandon the lead singer and better showman ready to take control of this band interview…"

9/8- Brandon- "Depends what you're talking about. Realistic women, but their ink can be anything. Just better not be ugly where I have to stare at. Say no to cutesy tramp stamps."

10/8- Brandon- "Sure, action movies are my thing. Love a good Bond girl if you know what I mean…"

11/8- Brandon- "The only art I understand is music. Beyond that, I don't need to fake it, I just don't care."

12/8- Brandon- "Designer all the way. You don’t get on sexy lists wearing ill-fitting bargain basement bullsh*t. Plus the free clothes or marketing money isn't bad when you're famous."

13/8- Brandon- "Women. Enough said."

14/8- Brandon- "Certainly not gentle, in any way. Fair in music consideration, but mostly critical everywhere else."

15/8- "Hey, you want to talk to me too? I'm Remmy, just the friendly security to Woods and occasional band wrangler when the manager is busy." *tips fedora in greeting, stepping up to stand behind Woods on the couch*

16/8- Remmy- "I like visiting museums for my hobbies yes. Then again, it depends on how you define art, as this one puts away food like no ones business, and this one has the habit of being the bands lightweight. That’s weird place art no one asks for…" *taps BGC*

17/8- Remmy- "After listening to this bunch bang around all night and day, I like to listen to a smooth station, or at least some smoother oldies."

18/8- Remmy- "Is it any different than watching the headbangers? Always wonder if they wake up with whiplash the next morning…"

19/8- Remmy- "Besides these guys? Not exactly. Plan on going to see someone and some music will play its part soon enough…"

20/8- Remmy- "My only art is information. Its how I keep Woods safe, keep the band life smooth and easy… Maybe in that way, I have picked up the juggling skill?"

21/8- Remmy- "What are you talking about? That's definitely the sort of question that skips over my head." *tips his fedora and straightens his bigger old school mod style jacket.*

22/8- *Silence until Remmy prods a man* "What? Oh yo! Tour life's been rough man, gotta get your zzz's in when you can. Especially when Remmy rattles on." *straightens up* "I'm Josh aka Angus, and this is Scotty the drummer" *Drums on Scotty's gut to wake him up too*

23/8- Josh-"Got new bass art, and tattoos. My wifey doesn't like me looking at much, or it's an earful."

Scotty-"Man at least you get to look. My wife won't even let me play drums in my house because of the baby. I get kicked out when it screams like a metalhead."

24/8- Josh & Scotty- "The Terminator Mockingbird T800 comes to mind." "Did you ever see the Heineken drums? Or the plastic video game fakeness?" *nudged by other band members before they accidentally speak in unison* "My wife."

29/8- *Both laugh, then Woods speaks for himself and Remmy* "Neither of us draw, and if we did, it would mostly be bollacks and bristols in Sharpies when the other passes out."

R-"It took a week to get the last one off my chin…"

30/8- *Brandon talks over his bandmates* "There is a rather poorly done, wrong sided sort of bio out about me, but yes, I want more books about me, done CORRECTLY."

#writers #games #wrap up #writer #game play #charactershell #characterstell #red letters #teasers #wipwordsearch #patreon

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tallpoppy-canada · 7 years ago

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Cash Cab (Dare Devil Bonus)

AN: Just a small bonus scene from Dare Devil where Matthew and Alfred end up in the Cash Cab.

"Just call a cab!" Kuma growled covering his ears. The brothers were currently standing outside the Vancouver international airport arguing.

"Good idea little buddy!" Alfred said reaching out to pet him, but Kuma swiped at him and tucked his head under Matthew's arm.

"Fine. You're paying though." Canada said hailing a cab. One pulled over and Matthew opened the door letting his brother climb in before following.

"Where you guys going?" The cabby asked. Matthew recognized him and bit his lip to keep from laughing.

"To the city hall, please." The American said. Lights on the ceiling started to flash and Alfred blinked looking up.

"Mattie, your cabs are weird." Alfred mumbled looking over confused.

"You're on the cash cab!" Adam Growe yelled excitedly.

"The what now?" The American asked.

"I'm gonna ask you general knowledge questions along the way. They'll start off easy, and they're gonna get harder as you go. As long as you answer the questions correctly, you'll gonna win cash all the way to your destination. Here's the catch: If you get three wrong, that's three strikes and you are out; which means I'm gonna pull you over on the spot, right wherever we are, and you lose everything." He took a breath. "What do you say do you want to play?"

“Sure.” Alfred said suspiciously. Canada just smiled and nodded.

“Okay, What’s your names?” Adam said pulling away from the curb.

“Alfred.” The american replied.

“Matthew.” He said. Kuma knew enough to stay quite.

“Alright, we’ll start you off easy.” The cabbie said. “First question is worth twently five bucks. What is the name of the dog from the 1960s television cartoon The Jetsons?”

“Isn’t Aro?” America mumbled. Matthew shook his head. “No wait, Astro!”

“It was definitely Astro.” The Canadian nodded confirming their answer.

“And you’ve won twenty five dollars!” Adam said excitedly. Alfred cheered while Matthew smiled. “Another worth twenty five. Jack the Ripper is the name given to an unidentified serial killer that terrorized what city in 1888?“

“London.” The twins said in unison.

“That’s right! You’ve won another twenty five bucks.” He said with a smile. “Last twenty five dollar question: Mario Kart is a video game series publish by which company?”

“Nintendo owns Mario, eh?” Canada asked. He really didn’t have any idea when it came to video game things.

“Yes, yes they do.” Alfred said pinching the bridge of his nose. “Mario Kart is published my Nintendo.”

“That’s correct! You’re at seventy five bucks! Time to move up to the fifty dollar questions.” Adam said. “They’re a bit harder. The Statue of Liberty was a gift to the United States from which country?”

“Dude, I thought you said they were supposed to be harder.” America laughed. “France gave it to the US.”

“Are you sure about that?” The cabbie asked and Alfred nodded. “That correct for fifty bucks! Next fifty dollar question: Who was the United States’ leading fighter pilot of WWI?”

Matthew smiled and looked over to Alfred. He raised an eyebrow and gave him the ‘I know this, do you?” face. The American shrugged. “Billy Bishop, right?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“No, he was Canadian.” Canada shook his head. “The US’s top ace was Eddie Rickenbacker.”

“You sound confident.” Adam commented.

“You sure, bro?” Alfred asked. “I mean, you are the expert.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Matthew confirmed. “It’s Eddie Rickenbacker.”

“He most certainly is the expert! That’s correct for another fifty bucks.” Adam announced. Matthew smirked and Alfred stuck his tongue out. The taxi pulled o a stop at a light. “It’s time for a red light challenge! This question is worth seventy five dollars, there's no wrong answers. Name six of the original US states."

"If we name all thirteen, will you double it to one fifty?" Alfred asked raising an eyebrow.

"Sure, but you can't give a single wrong answer for it to double." Adam said.

"Deal." The brothers said in unison.

"I'll leave this one too you then, Alfie." Canada said and America nodded.

“Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Georgia, Connecticut, Massachusetts Bay,” He paused taking a breath. “Maryland, South Carolina, New Hampshire, Virginia, New York, North Carolina, and Rhode Island.”

“Y-yes, that’s correct.” Adam said slowly. America smiled happily while Canada wondered if they were technically cheating.

“Ha! Get rekt!” The american cheered and Matthew snorted.

“Well then, lets move you up to the one hundred dollar questions.” Adam said with his own smirk. “Your total so far is three hundred and twenty five bucks. Not strikes so far. For your first one hundred dollar question: Who sang the song ‘Non, je ne regrette rien?’”

“You know french bro, who sung it?” Alfred said poking his arm. Matthew frowned trying to think of the name. He’d heard the song before, but couldn't remember the artist.

“The only name I can think of is Josephine Baker, but I don't think she was a singer.” Canada said.

America shrugged. “I’ve got nothing. It’s the only thing we got.”

“I guess we’re going with Josephine Baker?” Matthew said slowly.

“Sorry, this incorrect. You’ve earned your first strike!” The cabbie said and Canada sighed. “Édith Piaf was the correct answer. Moving right on to the next question: which beetle was worshiped by the ancient Egyptians?”

“I can picture it. Was it a dogbane leaf beetle?” Alfred suggested. “Did they have those in Egypt though?”

“I don't think so.” Matthew said still thinking. “Was it a dung beetle?”

“There’s a lot of different dung beetles.” Alfred said biting his lip. “I mean, we can go with dung beetled because if it is a type of it then we’re technically not wrong.”

“Fair enough.” Canada shrugged. He couldn’t really argue with that logic. “I guess we’ll go with dung beetle.”

“Well you’re technically not wrong.” Adam shrugged. “The correct answer is scarab which is a type of dung beetle. I’ll give it to you because you’re technically not wrong.” He said with a shrug. “And last question as we’re pulling up to you’re destination: What decade did the ‘ILOVEYOU’ virus began infecting computers worldwide?“

“I remember the creeper virus in like the seventies.” Matthew said thinking outloud. “The lehigh was in the eighties.”

“Why do you know computer virus and years, but not easy video game things?” Alfred asked raising an eyebrow. Canada just shrugged. “Not sure how this helps, but baza was in the nineties.”

“We’re eliminating decades.” The Canadian shrugged. “I remember it being quiet a while ago. I’d say early two thousand’s, late nineties.”

“We already named one for the nineties so lets go with two thousand’s?” America suggested.

“Might as well.” Canada said as they finally pulled into city hall. “We’ll go with two thousand’s.”

“Two thousand’s is right for another hundred bucks! You’re total is five hundred and twenty five dollars.” Adam paused grabbing the money and showing to to them. Alfred when to grab it, but the host took the cash back. “Now, you can take this or you could double your money with the video bonus question.”

“Bro.” Alfred said excitedly eyes wide with excitement.

“No, Alfred, just no.” Matthew said shaking his head.

“Come on dude.” America said giving him puppy dog eyes. Matthew sighed and shrugged.

“Fine.” Canada grumbled.

“Yeet.” The american cheered and Adam smiled. He gestured for them to watch the monitor in front of them.

“These cats typical known for their round face, round eyes and forward-folded ears Giving them an owl like appearance.” Adam started as the video of an adorable kitten played. “What country are these cats named after?”

“Uncle Scotty’s got one.” Matthew said. “They’re Scottish folds.”

“They’re named after Scotland then.” America said smiling wide. “We’re so lucky bro.”

“No kidding.” Canada sighed. “The answer is Scotland. They’re named after Scotland.”

“That’s the answer you’re going with?” Adam asked and the twins nodded. “That’s correct! You’ve just doubled your money for a total of one thousand and fifty dollars!” He said handing the brother the money. Alfred went to grab it again, but Canada’s reflexes were quicker. America pouted as he opened the door to step out. The brothers thanked Adam as they left the cash cab.

“So what you going to buy bro?” Alfred asked as they walked up to the city hall. Matthew split the money and handed half to America.

“Probably buy a new radiator for my spitfire.” Matthew said. “The one it has is getting pretty old.”

“That’s boring. I’m going to buy all the candy.” America said bouncing like a kid.

Kuma was staring at him annoyed by his loudness. “You might want to buy some dental insurance as well.”

Alfred yelled completely ignoring the cub as they started to climb the steps to Vancouver city hall. "Dude, that was awesome! Your cabs are amazing!"

"They're not all like that." Matthew laughed. "At least we didn't have to pay."

AN: Loved the excuse to watch a bunch of cash cab. No spell check/editing on this...

#aph canada #aph america #alfred f jones #cash cab #dare devil #game show #fanfiction #hetalia #history #trivia #axis powers hetalia #aph kumajirou #bonus scene #mine #Matthew Williams

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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 8 years ago

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Floating, Pt19

Word Count: 2403 Author’s Note: I didn’t realize I was this far into posting this! ACK! I’m gonna have to start writing again soon!! Tags: @medicatemedrmccoy, @from-kitten-to-kitsune @suzen23smith @outside-the-government @sistasarah-sallysaidso @nymphadora-blurryface @bluebird214 @flirtswithdanger, @to-pick-ourselves-up-7

Katie proved to us that her childhood had not been bereft of fun by completely destroying us at bowling. Every time she got a strike, there was a dance and some good-natured gloating. Paradoxically, Leonard proved he’d been an old curmudgeon by guttering almost every ball.

“It’s a damn good thing that you’re so good at poker, Bones,” I laughed as I turned back from knocking down most of my pins. He grimaced.

“There’s a reason I said it was a bad idea when we were on Proxima B,” he complained. “I could lose money to an infant playing this.”

“Don’t worry, Uncle Bones,” Katie reassured him. “We’ve only got a few more frames left, and then you can go back to your room and lick your wounds.”

I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. Leonard scowled at me and took his turn. I saw him take a different stance and he slowed down, like he was intent and focussed. The ball still went in the gutter. Katie cackled. I bit my lip trying not to laugh. He wagged a finger at me.

“Did you know there’s a zero-grav amusement park on this starbase? Wouldn’t that be fun?” He raised an eyebrow in challenge. Katie squealed in excitement.

“Are you serious? That would be amazing!” She looked between Bones and I for an answer.

“He’s lying.” I called his bluff.

“Your mother doesn’t like floating,” he told her. Katie laughed. “Besides, sweetheart, it’s just about your curfew.”

“Can we go tomorrow then?” She asked, throwing the ball down the lane without paying attention. And getting another strike. Leonard made a disgusted noise and threw up his hands in defeat.

“There isn’t a zero-grav amusement park, Katie-cat,” I laughed. “But nice try, Bones.”

“Besides, tomorrow is your presentation,” Leonard pointed out. “Can’t miss that.”

It was close enough to curfew that Leonard decided to wrap the game up quickly by just throwing balls down the alley until all the frames were finished. Katie still won, although he did finally manage to get a strike. Katie was all laughter and jokes at his expense on the walk back to the quarters the kids were sharing. She stopped at the door and threw herself into my arms.

“Thank you for coming to see the project tonight, Mama.” She bounced from my arms into Leonard’s. Surprised, he threw his arms up, looking at me. I shrugged, and felt my chest tighten as his arms settled around her. “Thank you,” she breathed. “I love you, Uncle Bones.”

Leonard let out a sigh, and his shoulders slumped. His arms tightened around Katie, and he pressed his lips to the top of her head. “You need to get some sleep, sweetheart.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” She asked as turned back to her door. I wasn’t sure which of us she was talking to.

“Yes,” we said in unison. Leonard winked at me, and took my hand. Once we’d stopped at the turbolift, I turned to look at him. His eyes were still a little misty from Katie’s impulsive pronouncement.

“You okay?”

“I think Joey would love Katie. They have the same silly sense of humour.” His smile was sad, and it broke my heart. I squeezed his hand and leaned against him. The turbolift opened and Jim stepped out, talking with Scotty. He saw us standing together, holding hands and smirked.

“Well, of all the turbolifts in the starbase, look what we’ve bumped into, Scotty,” he laughed. I fought the urge to drop Leonard’s hand, but couldn’t stop myself from flushing. A quick glance at Leonard showed he wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, which made me feel less concerned.

“You should join us for drinks,” Scotty suggested.

“We’ve got an early morning tomorrow,” Leonard excused. “Katie’s holographic simulation project is amazing, and she and the other kids are presenting on it early in the morning.”

“Oh?” Jim asked. “I’d love to see that too. When is it?”

“Oh-eight-hundred, Jim,” I answered, pulling Leonard onto the turbolift. Scotty looked back at us as the door slid shut.

“Are they holding hands?” I heard him exclaim. “Is that a doctoring thing?”

I looked at Leonard. “Are you sure you don’t care about gossip?” He turned to face me, and leaned forward to kiss me. Something inside me snapped, and my arms came up around his neck, and I dragged him against me, losing my balance and crashing into the turbolift wall. He laughed against my mouth, and braced his hand above my head, returning my enthusiasm with his own fevered response. His free hand came up under my ribs and held me against the wall. I broke away, breathless.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this in here,” I gasped. He nodded. When the turbolift door slid open, he dragged me down the hall to our quarters, and pressed me against the wall as soon as we were inside. His lips trailed down my neck and came to rest on my collarbone. He traced his tongue along the bone, pushing my shirt off my shoulder to follow it to the sloping curve of my arm.

“Leonard -” I breathed.

“I didn’t realize I’d been waiting so long,” he murmured against my skin, his voice all wonder. My skin tingled everywhere his lips had touched, like the residual sensation left by the transporter. I pulled away.

“This isn’t too soon?” I asked, uncertain.

“Is it? You’re overthinking this.” His lips found mine again, and I could feel the burn of the stubble on his jaw across my cheek. His hands traced up my back, the fingers digging into the tense muscles of my shoulders. “Relax.” His voice was barely a whisper. His hands traced back down to my waist, and slid under my shirt, spread wide against my ribcage as he pushed my shirt up. There was no way I was relaxing. I wanted to memorize every sensation as his skilled surgeon’s hands caressed me. He broke free of me long enough to pull his shirt over his head, and then pull mine off as well. He crashed back against me, every spot our skin met branding me. He pressed my arms into the wall above me, lacing his fingers in mine. His tongue tangled with mine, pulling me deeper into him.

I pulled a hand free of his, and traced my fingers down his sternum, through the scant dusting of hair on his chest. His free hand slid across my ribs, across my belly, finding the flesh of my hip and digging in. I moaned against his mouth.

“Bryn,” he breathed, breaking the kiss. He sounded hesitant suddenly. I ran my fingers through his hair, drawing him back to me.

“Who’s overthinking now?” I asked, dropping a string of kisses along his jaw, following his carotid artery, and then trailing the tip of my tongue along the same path my fingers had traced down his sternum. He drew in a ragged breath.

“Damnit, woman.” The words made me smile, and I tilted my head to look up at him through my lashes. Leonard let out a feral noise and pulled me to my feet, hauling me over his shoulder. He marched us to the tiny single bed in his room, and dropped me on it, tugging his jeans off quickly. I struggled with my leggings for what felt like mere seconds before he pulled them down my legs and tossed them across the small room. He knelt between my legs, and dropped his hands beside my hips, dipping his head to kiss me just below my belly button. His thumbs traced the faded scars at the edges of my hips, and I writhed away, self-conscious. “Don’t.”

“They’re -” I paused. “Katie -” I explained, trying to cover the loose striations.

“They’re beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against the pale streaks.

“Leonard,” I protested. “They’re awful. I don’t -”

“There’s nothing I’ve seen so far that I would call anything but stunning,” he interrupted, resuming his worship. I closed my eyes and felt a tear trace down my temple into the hair above my ear. It felt stupid and ridiculous to be so moved by that acceptance, which made my breath catch and more tears spring to my eyes. Leonard paused when I dragged in the unsteady breath, and he shifted his weight so he was facing me. “Darlin’, what did I do?” He smoothed my hair with his hand, and moved so he was laying on his hip beside me. I shook my head, flushing.

“I always seem to cry when I’m with you,” I accused with a weak laugh.

“Well, that certainly wasn’t my plan, sweetheart.” He dipped his head and kissed the tears at my corner of my eye. “At least, not before we started.”

I turned my head away, embarrassed by my tears, and by my blushes. “I must seem like some immature child,” I complained, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Not at all.” He shook his head. “A woman who hasn’t been loved honestly,” he countered.

“Loved?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. He couldn’t possibly be saying what I thought I’d heard. He laughed and turned my chin to force me to look him in the eyes.

“Loved,” he replied simply. “Like it or not, kid.”

“How could you possibly love me? Already?” I asked, surprised.

“How could I not?” He laughed. “You’re clever, and funny. Smart. A good mother. Compassionate and brave. Not afraid to be vulnerable. You’ve got the soul of a warrior and the hands of a surgeon. It’s like you were put in this galaxy just so I could find you.”

“You make it sound like I’m special,” I laughed. “I’m just -”

“Every single being in our universe is special, Bryn. And there’s a lot of universe out there,” he interrupted.

“So in all that universe, how did I luck into you?” I asked. He kissed my forehead and gathered me into his arms.

“Did you ever think that maybe I’ve lucked into you?” He murmured against my hair, smoothing the tangles with his fingers. I tucked into his side, and listened to the rhythm of his breathing until I felt his heart rate slow under my hand, and his breathing became deep and even. My eyelids grew heavy and just as I was drifting off to sleep, he began to snore lightly.

“Oh my god. Is this why you call him Bones?” The familiar voice was like a bucket of cold water. I was instantly awake, and sitting, holding the blanket up to my chest. Kara stood at the end of the bed, her jaw gaping. “I thought you were banging the captain?”

“Kara!” I hissed. “What the fuck are you doing here? Am I hallucinating?” I heard a low chuckle from behind me, and whipped my head back to look at Leonard. He had one arm under his head and was smiling at Kara.

“Katie told me about her science fair, and I thought it would be fun to check it out. When the fuck did,” she gestured vaguely at the tiny bed Leonard and I were sharing, “this all start?”

“You’re the friend from the bar!” Leonard suddenly exclaimed, sitting up beside me. “I remember you. How did you not know an Orion girl would give you a headache? That’s first year interspecies relational anatomy knowledge.”

“She was gorgeous. You thought so too!” Kara protested. Leonard laughed.

“I did, but even I know better than to tangle with Orion girls.”

“Nice deflection, by the way.” Kara winked, “but that doesn’t answer my question about you and my best friend.”

“It’s not what you think,” I started.

“Right, so just tripped? Fell on his penis?” She demanded, eyebrow arched.

“Actually, no. Just fell asleep, unfortunately,” I admitted.

“With no clothes on?” Kara demanded. I narrowed my eyes.

“How did you get in here? How did you even know how to find us?” I asked, changing the subject. Kara grinned.

“I may have used the medical override.” She winked and turned to leave the room. “So you might want to get dressed before the emergency team arrives.”

I shot out of bed with the sheet wrapped around me, and dashed through the bathroom to my own room, quickly pulling clothes out of my closet and tugging them on. When I made it out to the living area, Bones was standing at the override panel in his underwear, turning the alarm off. Kara was sitting on the couch, smirking, holding a cup of coffee. I replicated coffee for both Leonard and I and sat down across from Kara.

“So why are you here?” I asked. I knew she’d already told me, but I’d only just wakened.

“Katie told me a few days ago about the science fair, and their project sounds so cool. I was due a few days leave.” She shrugged.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

“I wanted to surprise you. That kind of backfired.” Her gaze flashed over to Bones, who was walking toward his coffee cup. He flopped down on the couch beside me. Kara rolled her eyes.

“I thought the captain was the cocky one,” she commented.

“Oh, darlin’, you have no idea.” He stood up and kissed my forehead. “I’m going to hit the shower and get ready for Katie’s presentation while you catch up.”

Kara said nothing until the bathroom door slid shut and then she pounced. “What the ever-loving fuck, Bryn?”

“Uh -”

“When did this start? What happened with Kirk? Why didn’t you let me know?” She looked genuinely hurt with the last question. I sighed and looked at my feet before looking back at her.

“Jim and I, uh, that ended a while ago now,” I paused. She looked like she was going to interrupt and I held my hand up to stop her. “Long enough ago that you’re right, I should have told you.”

“And McCoy?” She pressed.

“I guess that really started a couple of days ago?” I thought. “Maybe even just yesterday. Depends on how you look at it.”

“First kiss,” she decided.

“On the mouth? A few days ago then,” I admitted.

“He’s kissed you other places?” She leered. I rolled my eyes.

“On the forehead a few times.” I nodded. She raised an eyebrow.

“You’d best be careful, Bryn,” she warned. “He is your direct superior.”

“I’m aware of that, Kara.”

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annalisehartmann-blog · 8 years ago

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Accents on an Away Mission

Summary : My first fic posted on here, and posted anywhere in a while. it’s based on a funny comedy sketch on voice recognition technology with accents, and of course our very own “wictor wictor two” scene!

Beta : None as its just been quickly done and its for fun!

Special thanks : to you all really!

Swearing : There is some, yes.

A note : This is my first fic on here, and its meant to be funny and lighthearted and a bit silly. I know its not really star trekky or anything but its just meant to be fun! I hope you like it, or at least dont hate it!

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Commander Spock looked at the three of you as you stood in the transporter room, getting ready for this away mission.

You hadn’t been on an away mission with enterprise crew members since your transfer onto the ship a few weeks ago, and Spock, who had been a bit of a mentor to you, decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to go and explore on a planet with the others, the others being Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott, and Ensign Pavel Chekov, two of the nicest men you had ever met in your career.

“Are you ready?” Spock asked your group, his face as serious and straight-laced as ever.

“aye” Scotty replied. “Yes Sir!” Chekov’s voice was keen. “why-aye man, I canna wait like!” The entire room fell silent and stared at you. You blushed red. That bloody accent, that bloody Geordie accent. You were proud of it, but you’d spent years toning it down so people understood you. Now, in front of new crew members and superiors, you reverted back to your Newcastle accent. “I mean, yes sir!” You said, trying hard to remember the elocution lessons you’d been sent on. Spock nodded to the transporter operator and cocked his head to the side as he looked at you. Your eyes were closed and you were muttering to yourself “How now brown cow. How now brown cow. How now….”.

Before you could finish, there was a warm light around the three of you, and you disappeared from the transporter room. Spock, with his head still cocked to the side, simply stared ahead and said “Fascinating”.

As the three of you landed with a bump, you stared at the purple planet before you. The stones were a deep purple, the grass seemed to be a pale lemon colour and the sky was a burnt orange. “Zis is beautiful, no?” Chekov asked you. “Aye man, it’s a bonny planet for sure like” you said as you wandered off to look at a bright neon orange plant. “Vat eez boo-nee” Chekov asked, but he got no reply as you were already taking samples.

“Come on guys, lets get the data the cap’n wants then we’ll be home in time for tea” Scotty said. As the most senior member of the team, he was taking charge of your mission. You didn’t mind that, in fact you liked how his seniority made you feel safe.

After a few hours of picking plants, getting readings of the energy and you heard Scotty call for you. “Are we ready to go home then lads and lassies?” You and Chekov walked over to where he was standing and the three of you prepared to beam up.

“Enterprise, come in Enterprise” Scotty said into his communicator.

The communicator beeped and replied. “Please state your requirements” the ladies voice spoke.

“Vat eez this?” Chekov asked, his face quizzical. “Aye its that new voice recognition that they added to the equipment. It’s meant to save us time” Scotty said. He cleared his throat and spoke again. “Enterprise three to beam up”

“Please state your requirements”

“ENTER-PRISE THRRREEE TO BEAAM UP” Scotty repeated, his accent becoming thicker.

“Please state your requirements” “Ach, in the name of…..” Scotty tried not to lose his temper. He exhaled and spoke slowly. “Enterrrprise. THREEEEE TO BEAM UP!” “THREEEEE TO BEAM UP” “you’re just saying it the same way!” you cry at Scotty.

“Please state your requirements”.

“Occccc bloody thing, here, you try lassie” Scotty said and threw the device at you. You grabbed it, cleared your throat and spoke into it. “hello, enterprise man, come in, we’re trynah get home!”

“Please state your requirements”.

“Howa man, come in Enterprise, whats ganin on here like?” your voice was high pitched, you were getting as irritated as the scotsman. “It’s neet graftin that like!” you shouted and tossed the communicator to Chekov.

“Eeets vat?” he asked you. “its neet graftin, its broken!” you said getting exasperated. “I vill try, it was invented in Russia you know, voice recognition!” he took the communicator in his hand, cleared his throat and spoke into it. “Enterpwise, vree to beem up!”

“Please state your requirements”.

“Howay man we’re ganin be here forever!” you shouted, grabbing the communicator from Chekov. Scotty came over and took the device from your hand. “Look it can’t be that hard, can it lass?” he said. Clearing his throat, Scotty shrugged his shoulders a few times and spoke into the communicator in a posh English voice. “Hello, kind Enterprise, would be awfully able to get us home please before we die on his fucking godforsaken bastarding purple fuckin’ planet, away to Christ, just let us go hame!!” Scotty’s Scottish accent was thick and heavy as he shouted into the communicator.

There was silence. You went to speak and Scotty put his index finger up to sssh you. Chekov whispered. “eez et broke?” You shrugged and mouthed “I don’t know”. Silence.

“Beeeep”

The three of looked at each other.

“Please remain calm and state your requirements”.

“Calm? Calm? Is that thing telling me to remain calm?!” Scotty’s face was as red as a beetroot with anger. “Don’t tell me to remain calm lass, I bloody programed you!” his voice was loud as he shouted into the commincaor. “THREE TO BEAM UP. TO BEAM UP. THR-EEEEE T-OOO BEEEE-AM UPPPP!”

“If you would like to return to the Enterprise please say yes”

“AYE!” the three of you replied in unison.

“Please remain calm”.

You stared at the communicator. Grabbing it, you exhale a few times, and open it, staring into it. “Listen tuh wor. ah want tuh gan hyem, ahm hungry, ahm starvation an' ahm stuck on this planet see please just let wor contact the ship. If ya don’ stap this like, I’m ganin greet man, I swear I’ll greet!”.

Chekov goes over to Scotty “let me up” he says, standing up on Scotty’s shoulders. “Eeef we wabe it above high, maybe eet vil sense us”.

Scotty looks at him like he’s lost the plot but at this point hes ready to try anything. “up ye get lad!” he said. Chekov stands on Scotty’s shoulders as he waves the communicator around in the air, both of them shouting “hello! Hello!” up at the bright orange sky.

You stand up on a rock, waving your arms. Suddenly there is a beep. The commincator beeps and there is a voice “Spock here, away party come in”

“Aaawyyyyy hello” “aaaaye helloo spock come on!” “eeez us heelllo” The three of you shout at the same time.

“Away party do you copy. Please speak slowly and clearly”

Scotty sssh’s everyone, with Chekov still siting on his shoulders, he creeps over to you and the three of you stare at the communicator, not one of you daring to speak.

Scotty nods at you. “How now brown cow. How noooow brrrooown cow!” You say. The communicator beeps at you.

“Please state your requirements”

The three of you lose the plot. You start screaming into the communicator, “how way man, Geordie for life! Toon army, toon army, toon army!” Scotty picks up the communicator and throws it away. “For FREEEEDOM! SCOTLAND! SCOTLAND! ENTERPRISE!!” Chekov is hollering like a native American on Scotty’s shoulders and he runs around, shouting at the communicator.

Not one of you notice the white lights surrounding you, as you suddenly find yourselves back on the enterprise, you dancing on the spot shouting “toon army” and Chekov and Scotty dancing around hollering and shouting “freedom”.

The three of you stop in the spot as you notice Commander Spock and Captain Kirk staring at you.

“Good mission?” the Captain asks with a quizzical look.

“Yes Sir”

“Aye Sir”

“Yees Sir!”

Spock simply looks at you with his cocked to the side. “Fascinating”.

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ecotone99 · 6 years ago

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[AA] [HM] My stoner "let's-play" short story I wrote for my friends in our group chat. I gave them options and this is how the story unfolded:) Enjoy!!

Chapter 1:

You are walking in the Tractor Supply parking. You frequent this store for your bird seed every week. It's been 4 months since you've been going and for a while now there's been a mysterious Van in the back of the parking lot.

Chapter 2:

You have chosen to investigate!

You come up to the van only to discover a rancid smell of decaying flesh and mouthwash. You can tell someone was trying to mask something here...

You go to the back of the van and see the door is unlocked.

You open it (of course).

You go inside the van to see a decaying body. It is a man's. But it's too far gone to distinguish any identifying features. It's the worst smell you've ever smelt.

What do you do?

Chapter 3:

You check the body for a wallet.

All you find in the wallet is a used condom, 37 pesos, a package of blunt wraps, and a prepaid debit card. You are unable to find anything to identify this man.

You are confused why this man doesn't have an I.D., credit card, license etc. In his wallet. Did he not want to be found?

You then recall that you smelled mouthwash when you approached the van. Your overwhelming confusion has blinded you to the fact that it's still there.

You decide to search the rest of the van.

Where do you look?

Chapter 4:

You give up and decide to go home.

What are you supposed to do? You don't know who the hell this guy is and don't know any other way of figuring it out. You head toward the back doors of the hot, smelly van and open them.

You exit the van only to find it's dark out. You've only been in there for 5 minutes??

Then you realize...

It was already dark out.

The fumes from the carcass must've messed with your sense of time. You get in your car and leave. You go home.

Your drive home was very quiet. There was no other traffic on the road.

It's late. And you are very tired.

You brush your teeth, shower, take off your watch and go to bed. But you can't help but think who that man was.

Has he been there as long as the van has?

Was he murdered? Suicide?

You can't sleep. You need to sleep.

Chapter 5:

You light up, eat some chips, set your alarm at 7:00am for work tomorrow, then go to sleep.

Beep beep. It's your alarm. Time for work. You are on time for your linemen job. You are traveling to Grove City today to work on a downed line. You and your work buddy leave at 8:00am.

You light up on your way to Grove City on the way there while your buddy drives.

You love weed. You are always high.

You get to GC, finish your job, smoke while your at it. You work best when your high (who doesn't?😂).

You finish the job and head back to Clarion.

Shit.

You didnt get your birdseed last night.

Okay, no big deal. Go back to Tractor Supply and get the bird seed. Your buddy does't mind.

You arrive. Exit the car. Of course you look in the corner of the parking lot.

The van's not there. You're freaked and get back in the truck.

“What's wrong?" Your buddy asks.

"Nothing, I'm fine. I just realized they don't get the bird seed shipment until tomorrow, lol" you say.

You eventually arrive home. Maybe you're just high and paranoid.

What do you do?

Chapter 6:

You smoke more weed. (No surprise there you fucking stoner)

You chill at home, alone and high. It's a Friday night. You don't even have a pet. But you don't seem to mind. You go to the basement and work on your adirondack chair that you have in your wood shop. You are a great craftsman (plus, you work best when you're high).

You were commissioned to make a lawn set for a family in Rochester, New York. You want to make this nice. You only have 1 chair and a picnic table left to make. They are expecting this set tomorrow evening. They want to have it ready for their annual neighborhood Jesus picnic. This is a big deal.

You know you have a lot of work ahead and are pressed for time. Good thing you smoked. You'd be watching Little House on the Prairie forgetting all about this shit right now.

You smoke and work through the night. The set it complete.

Luckily, your boss let you borrow his moving truck to haul everything up.

You go to sleep. It is 4:00am you are still baked. You are always baked.

You wake up at noon later that day. You are in no rush. You chill out and smoke some weed (no way).

You are leaving at 3:00pm. You start loading the set into the truck.

Four chairs and two tables. This is going to be a lot of lifting. Thank God the truck has a lifter.

Everything is in and secure.

It is 2:30pm and you have a five hour drive ahead.

What do you do?

Chapter 7:

You choose not to smoke (a genuine surprise).

Due to your high tolerance you have already come down from your earlier smoke sesh. It is time to drive.

You are driving up to Rochester. You gotta piss. Man, you gotta piss bad. You stop at a rest stop to piss. It is 5:30pm. You start to feel sick while pissing. Not shortly after, you puke your brains out for a whole fifteen minutes. Why are you puking so much?

You are a mess.

You gather yourself and leave the rest stop. Your breath smells awful.

WHAT THE FUCK!

You discover your car is being robbed. You yell at the thief and chase him off. You are able to see his face. He is a Latino man. Very tall. Like 6 ft. 7. This dude's a giant. He runs though (pussy) and drives off...very slowly.

You are able to record his license plate number "WIYSP-YAFTN"

"That's a weird plate, no numbers. Stupid fucker. Don't rob my shit."

You call the police and give them the plate number. They ask for the make and model.

"Uhh, it was a black truck. That's all I remember."

They tell you that vehicle and plate are not in the system. They ensure you they'll keep looking. You don't have much confidence in them. This phone call has been at least ten minutes.

This stop has been longer than planned.

You need to deliver this furniture. You still feel like shit. You head back on the road. The rest of the drive took two and a half hours, you're behind on schedule. You finally get to the house.

"Hey! You're pretty early!" Said Isaac, the dad of the family.

You thought you were about a half hour late. You look at your watch.

It's 5:30pm

"Someone laced that fucking weed" you think to yourself. "I could've swore I was late as shit. I must be tripping"

You disregard this incident and let it go. You unload the furniture and get paid. Your job is complete.

“Hey man." Isaac says. "Wanna stay for the party tomorrow? We got an extra guest room? We'd love to have you."

You're tired as shit.

Chapter 8:

“Yeah, man. I'll stay" you say. "But I don't have any overnight stuff."

"That's okay" says Isaac "I have plenty of clothes."

"Oh...okay" You respond.

"I guess I'm wearing his clothes, then" you think to yourself.

"Want a snack?" asks Isaac. "Wife made brownies"

"Brownies sound good" you say. And eat 7.

Isaac laughs. He's a weird guy.

"Come see my family" says Isaac. "I'd love you to meet them."

You and Isaac walk into the living room.

"Everybody! This is Christian." (That's your name)

"Hello, Christian" they all say. In perfect unison.

"Christian" says Isaac. "This is my wife, Wendy. And our kids, Alex, Scotty and Paige.

"Hello" you say. You are uneasy.

You hangout with the family for the night. Play some Monopoly and the kids go to bed. You, Isaac, and Wendy are still up, watching Treehouse Masters.

"So, Christian...we've got a question for you" says Wendy.

“Would you be interested in a threesome with Isaac and I?"

Chapter 9:

You freaky fuck! You barely even know these people. Plus they're fucking weird.

"Whatever, let's do it!" You are overcome with an intense amount of excitement for this. You don't feel sick anymore. You haven't felt sick for a while now...

"GREAT!" Isaac exclaims. "Can't wait to watch you fuck my wife! Up to the bedroom we go!!"

You all walk up to their bedroom. It's a typical looking room. Except for one thing, the clocks. There are 3 different clocks in the room.

"Why are there three clocks?" You think to yours-

*lock*

That was the noise of Isaac locking the door. What the fuck is going on?

You freak.

You run for the door and try and open it. That shit's locked. Your not leaving.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" You scream at them.

"Calm down, father" they both say in unison.

"Father?? What the fuck?! I'm not your dad! I'm younger than you! You sick fucks!"

Wendy puts a fourth clock on the wall.

"The fuck you doing with that clock, bitch!?" You yell at Wendy.

"Where's Isaac?" You think to yourself.

You smell something...minty.

You are in a pickle, what do you do now?

Chapter 10:

You run into the bathroom to find Isaac pouring massive amounts of mouthwash into the tub. It is almost full. You run to kick him. But are grabbed by a man. It's not Isaac. You can tell this man is big. You look behind you.

It's the thief.

He take you and dunks you into the mouthwash tub.

You pass out.

You wake up. In the same bathroom. No one is there. You walk out to the bedroom. The clocks are gone. So are Wendy and Isaac. The man is on the bed...

Smoking a bong.

"What the fuck is going on and who the fuck are you!?!?" You are mad.

"Calm down, father." He says.

"What the fuck is this father shit!? I'm not a dad! I'm single, and have no kids. Or pets! I'm a loser!"

"Exactly" tall man says. "You were the perfect candidate"

"For what?"

"You are the next Father Time. You have been for a couple days now."

“What do you mean?" You ask.

"I have transmitted my powers to you. We have met before."

You hear a car noise from outside.

"Look outside in the parking lot. he says."

You look.

It's the van.

"What the fuck! That's the van!" You say (yell).

"And it was me in it" he says. "My name is Jesus."

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"I have transmitted my powers to you. We have met before. I was the one in the van."

"But you were a rotted carcass!"

"Yes, and no. That was my Father Time form" he says" My 673 years have passed. My tenure of Father Time has ended and I needed to transmit the powers on to the next competent candid."

"But, how did you do that??"

Jesus throws you a book.

"This is everything you need to know. I am the third keeper of time. I have paid my dues and now you are the fourth keeper of time."

You read aloud "in order to transmit powers to the next, the next keeper must have an unpleasant experience of your Father form."

"You smelled my rotten flesh" Jesus said. "I think that did the trick. You now have the responsibility of controlling time for the next 673 years until you pass it on the to next. Just like I did. Just like Bambone the 2nd and Moses the 1st."

"Moses? Like Bible Moses?" You ask

"Yes" says Jesus

"Woah. And Bambone?"

"He was a Viking."

"Shit"

"Yeah"

You are still curious. You have so many questions.

Chapter 11:

"What about the weed?" You ask.

"The most important part" Jesus replies. "You must always be high for now on. If you are not high, then time distorts. This is due to the chrono-transmitter that developed in your brain. You smelling my dead body released the toxins in your brain to create the transmitter." He says "it is solely powered by THC. If you go three hours without weed. You will become very sick."

"I puked my brains out at a rest stop on the way here" you say. "Is that because I didn't smoke?"

"Precisely" Jesus replies.

"Shit. So for he next 673 years I am condemned to a life of being a stoner and the ultimate timelord? How will I keep this a secret? What happens when I don't die??"

"You are Father Time now." Jesus replies. "You will figure it out. Everything you need to know is in the book. Thank you and good luck:)"

Jesus vanished.

You aim to leave the room. Both doors are locked.

What do you do??

Chapter 12:

You notice the 4 clocks on the walls.

"Well, I am Father Time now. These things are like...my weapons? Fuck it, let's give it a shot."

You go up to one, take it off the wall and violently shake it.

"Come on! Work! You piece of shit!"

It does nothing.

You look on the back. There are words.

"FATHER OF TIME: MOSES

THE FOUNDER OF THE TIMELORDS

ACTIVATION DATE: Year 0

TERMINATION DATE: Year 673

WHEN JESUS WAS BORN, GOD DID NOT JUST ENTRUST HIS SON AS THE SAVIOR. BUT MOSES WITH THE GIFT OF TIME. HE WAS THE FIRST TO CARRY THE RESPONSIBILITY: THE ORIGINAL TIMEKEEPER."

"Woah, so that's how Moses came to be. I guess God didn't wanna control time and bequeathed it upon Moses."

“These next ones should be Bambone's and Jesus’”

As they were.

You go up to the second clock and read the back.

"FATHER OF TIME: BAMBONE THE VIKING

ACTIVATION DATE: 673

TERMINATION DATE : 1,346

"THE LAZIEST VIKING OF THEM ALL, BAMBONE DID NOTHING FOR HIS TRIBE AND SMOKE HASH ALL DAY.

ONE DAY, IN WHAT IS NOW NORTHERN RUSSIA, MOSES WAS ON HIS TRAVELS TO FIND THE NEXT KEEPER. HE CAME ACROSS A VIKING TRIBE. HE WAS CONFRONTED BY THE HEAD VIKING, CHARGED WITH TRESPASSING, AND WAS ORDERED TO BE BEHEADED. MOSES, KNOWING THIS WOULDN'T HAVE WORKED ANYWAY, PLAYED ALONG. THE TRIBE ORDERED BAMBONE TO BEHEAD MOSES THE NEXT MORNING. THE NEXT DAY BAMBONE SLEPT IN AND FORGOT ALL ABOUT THE EXECUTION CEREMONY. MOSES TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THIS SITUATION AND BIT BAMBONE'S EAR OFF. WITH THAT BITE, HIS POWERS WERE TRANSFERRED."

“lol, Moses Mike Tyson'd his ass." You chuckled. You are so funny.

"Okay, now time for Jesus'"

"FATHER OF TIME: JESUS THE FARMER (pronounced hay-soos)

"He was a farmer?"

"ACTIVATION DATE: 1,346

TERMINATION DATE: 2,019

JESUS WAS A SIMPLE SPANISH FARMER WHO LIVED IN SPAIN. WITH NEWS OF THE BLACK PLAGUE HE TRAVELED TO MEXICO TO START A NEW LIFE. UNABLE TO SUSTAIN FINANCIAL STABILITY AND HAVING TO HIDE HIS SEXUALITY FROM EVERYONE HE FELL INTO A DEEP DEPRESSION. WITH HIS FARMING EXPERIENCE, JESUS STARTED TO GROW CANNABIS. HE GREW THIS ONLY FOR HIM. HE LOVED IT SO MUCH. MEANWHILE, BAMBONE THE VIKING WAS IN SEARCH OF A NEW TIME KEEPER FOR HE KNEW HIS TIME WAS RUNNING UP. IN MEXICO CITY, HE WENT TO THE LOCAL SPANISH PUB AFTER A LONG DAY OF SEARCHING. ON THIS VERY DAY THERE WAS AN ATTEMPTED ROBBERY ON THE PUB. A LOCAL TRIED STEALING A WATER BARREL. BAMBONE WENT TO HELP. THE THIEF EXPRESSED HIS REGRET AND EXPLAIN HOW SAD HE IS. BAMBONE KNEW THIS WAS HIS CHANCE. BAMBONE OFFERED TO HELP. THE THIEF TOOK HIM BACK TO HIS HOME TO DEMONSTRATE HIS POOR LIFESTYLE. BAMBONE SEEMED VERY ENTICED...A LITTLE BIT TOO ENTICED. THE THIEF TRIED TO KISS BAMBONE. BAMBONE BEAT HIM WITH HIS CLUB. HE THEN BROKE HIS LEG THUS, TRANSFERRING HIS TIMEKEEPING POWERS. POOR GUY. BUT BAMBONE HAD TO DO WHAT HAD TO BE DONE. HE LEFT THE BOOK. EXPLAINED WHAT HAPPENED, AND VANISHED. THAT THIEF WAS TIMEKEEPER 3: JESUS” (obviously)

Chapter 13:

"FUCK, timekeepers are fucking dicks!" You exclaim.

"Now on to mine, I guess."

"FATHER OF TIME: CHRISTIAN THE LINEMEN

ACTIVATION DATE: 2,019

PROJECTED TERMINATION DATE: 2,692"

Then you know what happened.

You realize you are unable to escape with these clocks. So you must go out the way you came in, the bathtub mouthwash portal.

You submerge yourself in the mouth wash. You pass out and wake up. You are back in the room. Wendy and Isaac are there. They explain how they were Jesus' time servants. And how You will be assigned your own after one year. They wish you good luck. And vanish. You leave the house, grab your blunt from the truck, roll it. And continue with your life.

You must learn how to harness these powers.

So, smoke a lot of weed and maintain that time keeper name👍

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