Comment Fic- Dragonriders of Pern/Star Trek Crossover
Like the pokemon AU, this little guy poked and prodded me until I posted it. This is also the AOS universe and was originally written in two comment boxes. I hope to update it soon (quietly) as I have a good sense of where it needs to go.
Disclaimer: I have absolutely nothing to do with the Dragonriders of Pern series nor Star Trek and hope the creators understand the power of rabid muses who just won't leave you alone.
Warnings: Will eventually hit R for situations but it's about PG-13 for now and it is also a Kirk/Spock/McCoy story with Spock/Uhura, McCoy/Chapel (eventually), and maybe some other pairings sprinkled in there (I think my inner Edith wants in in some capacity). Also unbetaed and I don't go into honorifics for most of the characters because it just distracts me.
Enjoy!
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"I may throw up on you," the dishevelled man the rider seated just behind Jim warned as he settled in on the dark blue back.
"I'm pretty sure these guys know how to keep us safe," Jim replied a tad uncertainly, more at the man's twitchiness than anything.
"Don't pander to me, kid. One miscalculation and we're colliding head on with a sharding mountain. That rider loses his focus for one second and we're all lost between until we suffocate and die," the man ranted, shaking his head and pulling a flask from his jacket. "Dragonriding's nothing but danger and chaos wrapped in sky and thread."
"You do know that you're heading off TO Impress, right?" The man sighed.
"It's not like I've got anything else; the wife took the whole sharding hold in the divorce. Left me with nothing but bones."
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Bones, as Jim renamed Leonard, did, in fact, throw up on him on their downward descent to Star Fleet Weyr. Their group was greeted on the landing pad by a beautiful if stern looking woman C'ris, the lead bronzerider, greeted with a casual salute.
"You're nearly late," she chided the bronzerider, "Hatching is about to begin." He shrugged.
"We're here now, One," he responded and gestured to the new candidates. Jim got the feeling she wasn't terribly impressed, pun intended, as she raised a brow.
"If you will follow me then," she ordered and turned on her heel, regal as queen. Probably was a queenrider, now that Jim thought about it.
"If you see a hatchling that looks like it's trying to get to someone behind you, step carefully out of its way. Dragonets have notoriously sharp claws and teeth and will maul you to death if you keep them from their Chosen," she rattled off briskly as a low hum crescendoed around them, "There are no queens this clutch so women shall join the fighting ranks if a green selects them. Meat will be handed to you should a dragonet choose you." She stopped beside a low cavern door and gestured for them to enter.
Jim blinked at the bright light made all the more blinding by the pristene white robes dozens upon dozens of people wore. And almost felt his confidence drop when he counted the eggs. Five to one, in favor the humans, easy. But he didn't get another chance to dwell on it as chaos errupted. Dragonets burst from their shells, seemingly all at once, from every which way so quickly Jim didn't know where to look. Brown, blue, green, bronze, all poured onto the sands. He spotted the guy from last night crouch in front of a small blue while Uhura wrapped her hands around a green neck.
"Pay attention, will you?" Bones hissed over the chaos, pulling Jim out of the way of a stumbling blue. Jim shook himself out of his grip before uttering thanks and doing just as Bones suggested.
{I am Priseth, you are Mine.} reverberated through Jim's skull as lovehappinessadorationMINE overtook him. He turned to see a regal bronze covered in egg goo assessing him. He stumbled back, falling onto the hot sands but the bronze merely took a step forward. {Mine?} the bronze questioned, cocking his head, as Jim swore and stood, shaking his hands. And because he couldn't deny that voice anything, Jim responded with awe, [Yours.]
Priseth nodded and the spell broke. Jim looked back at his new friend to find the healer cautiously stroking a well-built brown before a bowl of meat obstructed his vision. The woman from earlier handed it to him.
"Congratulations," she told him, "Don't let it go to your head."
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Jim hated being a bronzerider sometimes. Sure, he'd one day be leading a wing or teaching the weyrlings or, Faranth help them all, actually leading the Weyr but on days like today he hated it with a passion.
{You would trade me?} Priseth asked from the Weyr Lake, amusement coloring his tone. Jim shook his head. Not for the world. [Just wish you were a little smaller.] Still a few months away from full growth, Priseth was already the fourth largest bronze in the Weyr. Combined with the bronze's curiosity and energy, keeping him clean and oiled proved challenging.
{I am large,} Priseth mentally shrugged, {I cannot change it, you cannot change it.}
"Excuse me." The words broke Jim out of his mental reverie and brought him back to the weyrling common room where his books laid strewn on the table in front of him. A tall, black-haired male with the knot insignia of a bronzerider and wingsecond on his shoulder eyed him with calm focus. Now where had Jim seen him before?
"Can I help you..." he asked cautiously. Full riders loved torturing the weyrlings, even those set to graduate soon. The rider brought his hands to rest behind him.
"I was wondering if you knew the current location of Weyrling Uhura."
It hit Jim like a flash and he barely kept himself from snapping his fingers. Spock T'gai (some people called him Spock, others the honorific he'd chosen), one of C'ris' wingseconds whose bronze had won Uhura's Nyoth four of the five times the green had Flown. At that thought, Jim scowled again, reminded why he was alone. Bones was off getting some and he was still stuck in celibacy, shard Priseth's size. Not that he'd ever tell his friend he was jealous, the man would just laugh at him.
"Weyrling?" Jim snapped back to the present.
"Sorry," he said, "Exams, you know." T'gai nodded.
"Um, I haven't seen her here today. You try having your bronze ask her green?" The tips of the man's ears changed color subtly before he answered.
"I wish to surprise her with something," T'gai replied calmly. Huh. So romance wasn't entirely dead. Jim smiled.
"You check the library?" The rider nodded. "The Dining Hall?" Another nod. "Her weyr?" Another.
"Give me a sec," he said as he gestured for the man to sit.
{Priseth? Mind asking Nyoth where Uhura is?} The bronze thought about it for a moment, made an offer which Jim accepted, then complied.
"She's out near the Circle of Stones," Jim told him a moment later. The man nodded, stood, and left without a word, leaving Jim gaping. What kind of person didn't say thanks?
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Jim tracked down the wingsecond the next day, Bones rolling his eyes and muttering about "obsessive compulsive" and "you've got to be kidding me" the whole way. T'gai was talking to C'ris, who saw Jim and apparently dismissed the rider because he'd left before Jim tapped T'gai on the shoulder. T'gai turned to face him while Jim plastered on a friendly smile.
"Things work out last night?" T'gai glanced between Bones and Jim.
"I do not see how that is any of your business."
"You never thanked me," Jim retorted, "Here I stick my neck out for you, that girl has threatened to castrate me more times than I can count, and I don't even get a simple thank you?"
T'gai seemed to sense he was being led into a trap. "Thanks are illogical."
"So it's logical to hurt someone's feelings?" Jim asked flippantly. Before T'gai could answer, Jim grabbed his arm, started pulling him and continued, "You see, I had to bribe Priseth to do you that little favor yesterday, he's a cunning dragon when he wants to be, and since things seem to have gone well, I don't feel bad about dragging you along to help me out. Consider it payment for services rendered."
T'gai raised an eyebrow and glanced back at Bones, who said, "Don't look at me. Best to let him get over his obsession quickly rather than fixate on you, trust me."
Technically, T'gai could do any number of things to Jim for this little stunt but he didn't so Jim thought he was an OK guy after all.
Maybe.
Disclaimer: I have absolutely nothing to do with the Dragonriders of Pern series nor Star Trek and hope the creators understand the power of rabid muses who just won't leave you alone.
Warnings: Will eventually hit R for situations but it's about PG-13 for now and it is also a Kirk/Spock/McCoy story with Spock/Uhura, McCoy/Chapel (eventually), and maybe some other pairings sprinkled in there (I think my inner Edith wants in in some capacity). Also unbetaed and I don't go into honorifics for most of the characters because it just distracts me.
Enjoy!
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"I may throw up on you," the dishevelled man the rider seated just behind Jim warned as he settled in on the dark blue back.
"I'm pretty sure these guys know how to keep us safe," Jim replied a tad uncertainly, more at the man's twitchiness than anything.
"Don't pander to me, kid. One miscalculation and we're colliding head on with a sharding mountain. That rider loses his focus for one second and we're all lost between until we suffocate and die," the man ranted, shaking his head and pulling a flask from his jacket. "Dragonriding's nothing but danger and chaos wrapped in sky and thread."
"You do know that you're heading off TO Impress, right?" The man sighed.
"It's not like I've got anything else; the wife took the whole sharding hold in the divorce. Left me with nothing but bones."
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Bones, as Jim renamed Leonard, did, in fact, throw up on him on their downward descent to Star Fleet Weyr. Their group was greeted on the landing pad by a beautiful if stern looking woman C'ris, the lead bronzerider, greeted with a casual salute.
"You're nearly late," she chided the bronzerider, "Hatching is about to begin." He shrugged.
"We're here now, One," he responded and gestured to the new candidates. Jim got the feeling she wasn't terribly impressed, pun intended, as she raised a brow.
"If you will follow me then," she ordered and turned on her heel, regal as queen. Probably was a queenrider, now that Jim thought about it.
"If you see a hatchling that looks like it's trying to get to someone behind you, step carefully out of its way. Dragonets have notoriously sharp claws and teeth and will maul you to death if you keep them from their Chosen," she rattled off briskly as a low hum crescendoed around them, "There are no queens this clutch so women shall join the fighting ranks if a green selects them. Meat will be handed to you should a dragonet choose you." She stopped beside a low cavern door and gestured for them to enter.
Jim blinked at the bright light made all the more blinding by the pristene white robes dozens upon dozens of people wore. And almost felt his confidence drop when he counted the eggs. Five to one, in favor the humans, easy. But he didn't get another chance to dwell on it as chaos errupted. Dragonets burst from their shells, seemingly all at once, from every which way so quickly Jim didn't know where to look. Brown, blue, green, bronze, all poured onto the sands. He spotted the guy from last night crouch in front of a small blue while Uhura wrapped her hands around a green neck.
"Pay attention, will you?" Bones hissed over the chaos, pulling Jim out of the way of a stumbling blue. Jim shook himself out of his grip before uttering thanks and doing just as Bones suggested.
{I am Priseth, you are Mine.} reverberated through Jim's skull as lovehappinessadorationMINE overtook him. He turned to see a regal bronze covered in egg goo assessing him. He stumbled back, falling onto the hot sands but the bronze merely took a step forward. {Mine?} the bronze questioned, cocking his head, as Jim swore and stood, shaking his hands. And because he couldn't deny that voice anything, Jim responded with awe, [Yours.]
Priseth nodded and the spell broke. Jim looked back at his new friend to find the healer cautiously stroking a well-built brown before a bowl of meat obstructed his vision. The woman from earlier handed it to him.
"Congratulations," she told him, "Don't let it go to your head."
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Jim hated being a bronzerider sometimes. Sure, he'd one day be leading a wing or teaching the weyrlings or, Faranth help them all, actually leading the Weyr but on days like today he hated it with a passion.
{You would trade me?} Priseth asked from the Weyr Lake, amusement coloring his tone. Jim shook his head. Not for the world. [Just wish you were a little smaller.] Still a few months away from full growth, Priseth was already the fourth largest bronze in the Weyr. Combined with the bronze's curiosity and energy, keeping him clean and oiled proved challenging.
{I am large,} Priseth mentally shrugged, {I cannot change it, you cannot change it.}
"Excuse me." The words broke Jim out of his mental reverie and brought him back to the weyrling common room where his books laid strewn on the table in front of him. A tall, black-haired male with the knot insignia of a bronzerider and wingsecond on his shoulder eyed him with calm focus. Now where had Jim seen him before?
"Can I help you..." he asked cautiously. Full riders loved torturing the weyrlings, even those set to graduate soon. The rider brought his hands to rest behind him.
"I was wondering if you knew the current location of Weyrling Uhura."
It hit Jim like a flash and he barely kept himself from snapping his fingers. Spock T'gai (some people called him Spock, others the honorific he'd chosen), one of C'ris' wingseconds whose bronze had won Uhura's Nyoth four of the five times the green had Flown. At that thought, Jim scowled again, reminded why he was alone. Bones was off getting some and he was still stuck in celibacy, shard Priseth's size. Not that he'd ever tell his friend he was jealous, the man would just laugh at him.
"Weyrling?" Jim snapped back to the present.
"Sorry," he said, "Exams, you know." T'gai nodded.
"Um, I haven't seen her here today. You try having your bronze ask her green?" The tips of the man's ears changed color subtly before he answered.
"I wish to surprise her with something," T'gai replied calmly. Huh. So romance wasn't entirely dead. Jim smiled.
"You check the library?" The rider nodded. "The Dining Hall?" Another nod. "Her weyr?" Another.
"Give me a sec," he said as he gestured for the man to sit.
{Priseth? Mind asking Nyoth where Uhura is?} The bronze thought about it for a moment, made an offer which Jim accepted, then complied.
"She's out near the Circle of Stones," Jim told him a moment later. The man nodded, stood, and left without a word, leaving Jim gaping. What kind of person didn't say thanks?
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Jim tracked down the wingsecond the next day, Bones rolling his eyes and muttering about "obsessive compulsive" and "you've got to be kidding me" the whole way. T'gai was talking to C'ris, who saw Jim and apparently dismissed the rider because he'd left before Jim tapped T'gai on the shoulder. T'gai turned to face him while Jim plastered on a friendly smile.
"Things work out last night?" T'gai glanced between Bones and Jim.
"I do not see how that is any of your business."
"You never thanked me," Jim retorted, "Here I stick my neck out for you, that girl has threatened to castrate me more times than I can count, and I don't even get a simple thank you?"
T'gai seemed to sense he was being led into a trap. "Thanks are illogical."
"So it's logical to hurt someone's feelings?" Jim asked flippantly. Before T'gai could answer, Jim grabbed his arm, started pulling him and continued, "You see, I had to bribe Priseth to do you that little favor yesterday, he's a cunning dragon when he wants to be, and since things seem to have gone well, I don't feel bad about dragging you along to help me out. Consider it payment for services rendered."
T'gai raised an eyebrow and glanced back at Bones, who said, "Don't look at me. Best to let him get over his obsession quickly rather than fixate on you, trust me."
Technically, T'gai could do any number of things to Jim for this little stunt but he didn't so Jim thought he was an OK guy after all.
Maybe.