Fic: Star Trek vignettes
Inspired by the trope meme here, two short ficlets. Star Trek.
1. Kirk/Sulu, HS!AU
"So hey," Kirk says, swinging a chair around and straddling it backwards. "I hear you're the guy to talk to if I want to get a parking space for my motorbike."
Sulu looks up from magazine he's flipping through with a raised eyebrow. He's cute, Kirk notes; Bones had failed to mention that. "Good to know rumors of my parking space acquistional powers precede me."
"My name's Kirk. James T Kirk." Kirk sticks a hand out for Sulu to shake, and after a moment he takes it. "I'm just learning the ropes here."
"More like gaming the system." Sulu closes the magazine and Kirk notes what looks like a sword on the front of it. "There's tons of people who want a parking space pass--why should I help you jump the queue?"
"Because I've got a great smile and can-do attitude?"
Sulu ducks his head and laughs, but looks up at Kirk speculatively. "You also got a funny accent."
"New kid. Moved from Iowa and I gotta say," Kirk leans forward, just a hair too close to Sulu, and is pleased to note that he doesn't move away, "things have been looking up ever since I did."
2. Spock and McCoy, huddling for warmth
"It appears your internal body temperature is falling to dangerously low levels," Spock says.
"No s-shit, Sherlock," McCoy says. As retorts go, it's not particularly eloquent or original, but he's shivering so badly his jaw is clenching involuntarily while his muscles seize. Witty repartee is low on his body's list of survival-based priorities at the moment. "If we don't get out of here soon, I'm looking at the possibility of hypothermia, frostbite and, oh yeah, death."
"According to my calculations, we will be stranded here for at least another thirteen hours while the Enterprise finishes its orbit around the planet," Spock says, infuriatingly calm. "If your hypothesis is correct, you will not survive the wait."
"Thanks for that," McCoy mutters. "You got a real warm bedside manner. Maybe you should be the one with the medical license."
"Might I suggest we undertake some action?" Spock says, getting up and walking around the cave they're stuck in without a trace of stiffness, the bastard. "Unless you would prefer a slow fade to unconsciousness."
"You know, I never thought that dying in a goddamned cave three hundred feet underground could ever be one of my more appealing options, but here we are." McCoy forces himself to sit upright and opens his arms. "Come on. It's time to huddle for warmth."
That stops Spock. An eyebrow raises so high it's practically ready to flee his forehead. "Dr. McCoy, I should remind you that--"
"Just get over here and hug me, you pointy-eared son of a bitch."
1. Kirk/Sulu, HS!AU
"So hey," Kirk says, swinging a chair around and straddling it backwards. "I hear you're the guy to talk to if I want to get a parking space for my motorbike."
Sulu looks up from magazine he's flipping through with a raised eyebrow. He's cute, Kirk notes; Bones had failed to mention that. "Good to know rumors of my parking space acquistional powers precede me."
"My name's Kirk. James T Kirk." Kirk sticks a hand out for Sulu to shake, and after a moment he takes it. "I'm just learning the ropes here."
"More like gaming the system." Sulu closes the magazine and Kirk notes what looks like a sword on the front of it. "There's tons of people who want a parking space pass--why should I help you jump the queue?"
"Because I've got a great smile and can-do attitude?"
Sulu ducks his head and laughs, but looks up at Kirk speculatively. "You also got a funny accent."
"New kid. Moved from Iowa and I gotta say," Kirk leans forward, just a hair too close to Sulu, and is pleased to note that he doesn't move away, "things have been looking up ever since I did."
2. Spock and McCoy, huddling for warmth
"It appears your internal body temperature is falling to dangerously low levels," Spock says.
"No s-shit, Sherlock," McCoy says. As retorts go, it's not particularly eloquent or original, but he's shivering so badly his jaw is clenching involuntarily while his muscles seize. Witty repartee is low on his body's list of survival-based priorities at the moment. "If we don't get out of here soon, I'm looking at the possibility of hypothermia, frostbite and, oh yeah, death."
"According to my calculations, we will be stranded here for at least another thirteen hours while the Enterprise finishes its orbit around the planet," Spock says, infuriatingly calm. "If your hypothesis is correct, you will not survive the wait."
"Thanks for that," McCoy mutters. "You got a real warm bedside manner. Maybe you should be the one with the medical license."
"Might I suggest we undertake some action?" Spock says, getting up and walking around the cave they're stuck in without a trace of stiffness, the bastard. "Unless you would prefer a slow fade to unconsciousness."
"You know, I never thought that dying in a goddamned cave three hundred feet underground could ever be one of my more appealing options, but here we are." McCoy forces himself to sit upright and opens his arms. "Come on. It's time to huddle for warmth."
That stops Spock. An eyebrow raises so high it's practically ready to flee his forehead. "Dr. McCoy, I should remind you that--"
"Just get over here and hug me, you pointy-eared son of a bitch."