ST TOS: This Above All, chapter 1
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Title: This Above All (Chapter 1: Sulu and Chekov)
Rating: T, I should think. Tell me if it should be any different?
Word count: 986 (this chapter)
Warnings: Spoilers for The Return of the Archons, some language
Pairings: none in this chapter
Disclaimer: Jim? I'd like to own Jim. Yum. =9 However, I slaver in vain.
Summary: Five times Jim Kirk went all Shakespeare on his crew, and one time they went all Shakespeare back on him.
General A/Ns: The lovely Lyricoloratura on FFnet allowed me to snag the premise of her story 'The Taming of the Crew' and write a TOS version. This is the first part of what it ended up morphing into.
Also, I'm a Shakespeare geek.
This Above All will have six parts and an epilogue, and is currently a work in progress - I hope to update soon.
The chapters will be in chronological order - which I consider to be the production order of TOS, and not the airdate order. It seems rather more logical that way. ;)
Specific A/N: I'm obsessed with this episode (Archons). Also, ANGST. Also, from what I have of chapters to come, I think it'll get better. Also, once you've read it, please review? :D *Spock-puppy-eyes*
"Help me! Help me! Help me - " amid the explosions that only made tangible the passion that had caused them, a machine's dying cry.
Stepping in, after the fireworks stopped, to make sure Landru was finally no more.
Knowing that even after all these months of the Enterprise being his, all those away missions gone wrong and implications at least partially dealt with, Beta III and its computer-controlled society would haunt him tonight as he slept - Jim had always had bad dreams; he supposed they came of suppressing everything with an iron will when he was awake.
"If I were you, I'd start looking for another job - " speaking mechanically - oh, the irony - to the Lawgivers-that-weren't - trying with all his might and finally succeeding in pulling himself together. Captain James T. Kirk was exhausted, physically, emotionally and intellectually - but, damn it, it could wait.
"Kirk to Enterprise - come in."
"Captain! Are ye all right?"
Scotty - good old Scotty. Never had he been so relieved to hear that burr…
"What about the ship?"
"The heat rays have gone, Captain - and Mr Sulu's back to normal."
"Excellent, Scotty. Stand by to beam up landing party." And he'd do it himself, if Jim knew him.
Almost automatically there began the trek back to the cell in which the others were being held - the others who were now free of the so-called 'Body'…and hell, no one knew what effects they'd suffer, did they? Landru withdrawal - gosh, he was morbid.
"Kirk to Enterprise."
"Sulu here, Captain."
Well then, he did know Scotty… if only for a moment, Jim smiled to himself.
"Sulu." Matter-of-fact and understanding at once. "Have a medical team ready to check out the crewmembers who were absorbed - including yourself."
"Aye, sir," came the quiet reply, then an equally quiet "there were others, then?"
He replied as gently. "Yes; we found O'Neill…then Leslie, Galloway, Lindstrom…and Doctor McCoy," he added with an emotional flinch he dearly hoped hadn't been audible. Bones, he'd had to knock Bones out to facilitate their escape - and aside from the fact that they were best friends, there was something so wrong about committing an act of violence against a…well, a peace-loving professional gentleman like Bones. "One may smile, and smile, and be a villain," he found himself saying, "and a mindless villain is all the more terrifying…Thank you, Sulu; Kirk out."
He would have to make that up to poor Bones later - with Bones himself sounding more Southern than ever in his embarrassment, and Spock standing at his shoulder pointedly not telling him how illogical it was to apologize for what, at the time, had simply been necessary -
"Captain," prodded the said Vulcan.
They'd reached the door that was their destination; how long had Spock waited before telling him so? Shaking the thought off, he barged unceremoniously through to the cell, where a very shaky doctor - not a guinea pig - tried to get to his feet, and promptly staggered into the captain's arms.
McCoy was shivering, evidently trying not to show it, and Jim rubbed his back gently until he calmed down.
"It's over, Bones," he said finally, the unsaid I'm sorry swelling in his tone.
"Oh," the physician grumped - reasonably spiritedly, thank goodness! - "so it's over, is it? Well, the last thing I remember is that blasted fairy in a sparkly bedsheet - "
Amnesia, for one. But perhaps it's better that way.
"Bones. It is over; you were…absorbed. They knocked us all out with a hypersonic, then carted you off to - "
"Jim," said McCoy softly, in a tone that most had come to realize meant danger. And also that the addressee would soon begin to feel like he had been caught with his hand in the cosmic cookie jar.
"Bones?" said Jim, already feeling it.
"They knocked. Us out. With a hypersonic."
"…Yes, Bones, what's the matter?"
"Dammit, Jim!" exploded the doctor, shooting up in a period-costumed blaze of indignation. "They knocked us out with a hypersonic, and I'll bet you fought to stay conscious longer than even that green-blooded endurance machine right there."
The green-blooded endurance machine's right eyebrow nearly lost itself in his hair, but apart from the now weakly grinning captain, no one noticed.
"Bones, I'm fine, it's all of you I'm worried about."
"Shut up, Jim," declared Bones majestically. "And get Scotty to beam us up at once so I can give you something for that headache."
Jim shook his head and did just that.
What was it he'd said to Sulu - one may smile, and smile, and be a villain? The helmsman would probably act that out later to that sci/nav whizkid whatshisname Chekov - and while they would giggle together to high heaven about the Captain's whimsy, both would understand the truth behind his words.
There was a reason Jim Kirk had the best crew in Starfleet - and, he realized, a reason that crew had him.
A/N: My tables-meet it is I set it down
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain- (Hamlet act I, scene V)
Chapter 2
Title: This Above All (Chapter 1: Sulu and Chekov)
Rating: T, I should think. Tell me if it should be any different?
Word count: 986 (this chapter)
Warnings: Spoilers for The Return of the Archons, some language
Pairings: none in this chapter
Disclaimer: Jim? I'd like to own Jim. Yum. =9 However, I slaver in vain.
Summary: Five times Jim Kirk went all Shakespeare on his crew, and one time they went all Shakespeare back on him.
General A/Ns: The lovely Lyricoloratura on FFnet allowed me to snag the premise of her story 'The Taming of the Crew' and write a TOS version. This is the first part of what it ended up morphing into.
Also, I'm a Shakespeare geek.
This Above All will have six parts and an epilogue, and is currently a work in progress - I hope to update soon.
The chapters will be in chronological order - which I consider to be the production order of TOS, and not the airdate order. It seems rather more logical that way. ;)
Specific A/N: I'm obsessed with this episode (Archons). Also, ANGST. Also, from what I have of chapters to come, I think it'll get better. Also, once you've read it, please review? :D *Spock-puppy-eyes*
"Help me! Help me! Help me - " amid the explosions that only made tangible the passion that had caused them, a machine's dying cry.
Stepping in, after the fireworks stopped, to make sure Landru was finally no more.
Knowing that even after all these months of the Enterprise being his, all those away missions gone wrong and implications at least partially dealt with, Beta III and its computer-controlled society would haunt him tonight as he slept - Jim had always had bad dreams; he supposed they came of suppressing everything with an iron will when he was awake.
"If I were you, I'd start looking for another job - " speaking mechanically - oh, the irony - to the Lawgivers-that-weren't - trying with all his might and finally succeeding in pulling himself together. Captain James T. Kirk was exhausted, physically, emotionally and intellectually - but, damn it, it could wait.
"Kirk to Enterprise - come in."
"Captain! Are ye all right?"
Scotty - good old Scotty. Never had he been so relieved to hear that burr…
"What about the ship?"
"The heat rays have gone, Captain - and Mr Sulu's back to normal."
"Excellent, Scotty. Stand by to beam up landing party." And he'd do it himself, if Jim knew him.
Almost automatically there began the trek back to the cell in which the others were being held - the others who were now free of the so-called 'Body'…and hell, no one knew what effects they'd suffer, did they? Landru withdrawal - gosh, he was morbid.
"Kirk to Enterprise."
"Sulu here, Captain."
Well then, he did know Scotty… if only for a moment, Jim smiled to himself.
"Sulu." Matter-of-fact and understanding at once. "Have a medical team ready to check out the crewmembers who were absorbed - including yourself."
"Aye, sir," came the quiet reply, then an equally quiet "there were others, then?"
He replied as gently. "Yes; we found O'Neill…then Leslie, Galloway, Lindstrom…and Doctor McCoy," he added with an emotional flinch he dearly hoped hadn't been audible. Bones, he'd had to knock Bones out to facilitate their escape - and aside from the fact that they were best friends, there was something so wrong about committing an act of violence against a…well, a peace-loving professional gentleman like Bones. "One may smile, and smile, and be a villain," he found himself saying, "and a mindless villain is all the more terrifying…Thank you, Sulu; Kirk out."
He would have to make that up to poor Bones later - with Bones himself sounding more Southern than ever in his embarrassment, and Spock standing at his shoulder pointedly not telling him how illogical it was to apologize for what, at the time, had simply been necessary -
"Captain," prodded the said Vulcan.
They'd reached the door that was their destination; how long had Spock waited before telling him so? Shaking the thought off, he barged unceremoniously through to the cell, where a very shaky doctor - not a guinea pig - tried to get to his feet, and promptly staggered into the captain's arms.
McCoy was shivering, evidently trying not to show it, and Jim rubbed his back gently until he calmed down.
"It's over, Bones," he said finally, the unsaid I'm sorry swelling in his tone.
"Oh," the physician grumped - reasonably spiritedly, thank goodness! - "so it's over, is it? Well, the last thing I remember is that blasted fairy in a sparkly bedsheet - "
Amnesia, for one. But perhaps it's better that way.
"Bones. It is over; you were…absorbed. They knocked us all out with a hypersonic, then carted you off to - "
"Jim," said McCoy softly, in a tone that most had come to realize meant danger. And also that the addressee would soon begin to feel like he had been caught with his hand in the cosmic cookie jar.
"Bones?" said Jim, already feeling it.
"They knocked. Us out. With a hypersonic."
"…Yes, Bones, what's the matter?"
"Dammit, Jim!" exploded the doctor, shooting up in a period-costumed blaze of indignation. "They knocked us out with a hypersonic, and I'll bet you fought to stay conscious longer than even that green-blooded endurance machine right there."
The green-blooded endurance machine's right eyebrow nearly lost itself in his hair, but apart from the now weakly grinning captain, no one noticed.
"Bones, I'm fine, it's all of you I'm worried about."
"Shut up, Jim," declared Bones majestically. "And get Scotty to beam us up at once so I can give you something for that headache."
Jim shook his head and did just that.
What was it he'd said to Sulu - one may smile, and smile, and be a villain? The helmsman would probably act that out later to that sci/nav whizkid whatshisname Chekov - and while they would giggle together to high heaven about the Captain's whimsy, both would understand the truth behind his words.
There was a reason Jim Kirk had the best crew in Starfleet - and, he realized, a reason that crew had him.
A/N: My tables-meet it is I set it down
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain- (Hamlet act I, scene V)
Chapter 2