So I completely forgot that Sunday was bridge2sickbay...
...and I was late in arriving, but still managed to pull off a couple ficlets. This weeks theme was "Seasons and/or Seasonal Traditions." My stories are as follows:
Prompt: George, Winona, baby!George - Baby’s first Christmas
Decorated
“Well, it's certainly a... unique decorating style.” Winona couldn't keep the laughter out of her voice as she offered her opinion on the fully decorated Kirk family tree.
“It's certainly a nod towards our problem-solving skills,” George replied as he stepped to her side and wrapped one strong arm around her waist. “George is asleep. The excitement of the evening tuckered him out.”
Winona leaned into his body and rested her head against his shoulder. “I have to admit, I hadn't seen this coming,” she said with a nod to the tree.
Young George Kirk wasn't completely independently mobile, not yet having progressed to a full crawl, but he'd managed to cause plenty of mischief with the army shuffle and rolling maneuvers he'd long-since mastered. Every ornament that his parents had carefully and lovingly attempted to place on the tree proved to be an endless curiosity to the child and any item placed on the lowest branches of the tree was soon yanked off by inquisitive hands and either smashed against the floor or placed directly into his mouth for exploration.
His parents caught on to his antics immediately, of course, so both infant and family heirloom suffered no damage, but the tree now stood with it's lowest three feet of branches bare and the top four feet overloaded with decorations.
“Yeah, but he's worth it.” George grinned. “And now we know. George has prepared us for Christmases ahead. The rest of our kids certainly couldn't cause more trouble than Georgie tried today, after all.”
“Bite your tongue,” Winona admonished with a chuckle. “Don't tempt fate, love. Our kids'll have your genes, after all.”
“Pawning all the blame off on me, are you? Nice try, but I'm not buying it. The stories your mother told me...”
Winona reddened, but settled for swatting him on the stomach as he laughed.
***
Prompt: Pike, Kirk - Memorial Day
Memorial Day
It's not like he made a point to dwell on it or anything, but it was damn hard to avoid the looks cast his way by other students and professors as he walked by the holographic memorial erected in the campus center to honor those lost in service to the Federation.
Once upon a time, Jim had heard, the board had held both names and small pictures, but that time had long since passed. Now they had to constantly cycle the lists of names in order to allow all the dead and missing to be honored.
He'd been taken here twice as a child, along with his mother and brother, to honor his father's sacrifice, and he'd hated it. Not the idea of the memorial, nor the act of remembering the father he'd never known, but the pageantry of it, the media, and the intrusive questions thrust their way that caused his mother's eyes to tear up again and again.
Pike had known, somehow. Known he wouldn't come back willingly to see the ceremony, performed year after year, at midday and amongst the throngs of people with their curious questions and open stares. So when Pike had shown up at his dorm just shy of midnight and said, “Follow me,” Jim wasn't entirely surprised, and followed him without argument.
Now, he decided, long after classes had ended and darkness had fallen, he didn't mind being here. So they stood side by side, bathed in the faint blue and silver lights from the projection and surrounded by the stillness and quiet of empty hallways, and waited for the name George Kirk to flash into existence.
***
Prompt: Kirk, Scotty - April Fool’s Day pranks
April Fools
"Now, gentlemen," came Spock's voice over the intercom, sufficiently distracting both Jim and Scotty from their mutual threats of extreme bodily harm. "I will have Lieutenant Cordry unlock the rec room door and Ensign Chekov beam back your clothing once you have come to some sort of cease-fire regarding this..."
Spock's voice trailed off and Jim had no doubt he was consulting Uhura regarding the appropriate human term for the shenanigans that he and Scotty had been up to these last several hours.
"... 'prank war.' Furthermore, I will insist that your both offer an apology to both Lieutenant Sulu and Doctor McCoy as it is my understanding they will be spending the next three days with their skin dyed purple until the substance you've attacked them with wears off."
Jim and Scotty looked at each other in consternation before launching back into their previous argument regarding who should accept the blame for their current situation.
"I would also suggest that you both log in several hours in the phaser range to improve your accuracy for future engagements, as I am told you were aiming for each other. Spock out."
Prompt: George, Winona, baby!George - Baby’s first Christmas
Decorated
“Well, it's certainly a... unique decorating style.” Winona couldn't keep the laughter out of her voice as she offered her opinion on the fully decorated Kirk family tree.
“It's certainly a nod towards our problem-solving skills,” George replied as he stepped to her side and wrapped one strong arm around her waist. “George is asleep. The excitement of the evening tuckered him out.”
Winona leaned into his body and rested her head against his shoulder. “I have to admit, I hadn't seen this coming,” she said with a nod to the tree.
Young George Kirk wasn't completely independently mobile, not yet having progressed to a full crawl, but he'd managed to cause plenty of mischief with the army shuffle and rolling maneuvers he'd long-since mastered. Every ornament that his parents had carefully and lovingly attempted to place on the tree proved to be an endless curiosity to the child and any item placed on the lowest branches of the tree was soon yanked off by inquisitive hands and either smashed against the floor or placed directly into his mouth for exploration.
His parents caught on to his antics immediately, of course, so both infant and family heirloom suffered no damage, but the tree now stood with it's lowest three feet of branches bare and the top four feet overloaded with decorations.
“Yeah, but he's worth it.” George grinned. “And now we know. George has prepared us for Christmases ahead. The rest of our kids certainly couldn't cause more trouble than Georgie tried today, after all.”
“Bite your tongue,” Winona admonished with a chuckle. “Don't tempt fate, love. Our kids'll have your genes, after all.”
“Pawning all the blame off on me, are you? Nice try, but I'm not buying it. The stories your mother told me...”
Winona reddened, but settled for swatting him on the stomach as he laughed.
***
Prompt: Pike, Kirk - Memorial Day
Memorial Day
It's not like he made a point to dwell on it or anything, but it was damn hard to avoid the looks cast his way by other students and professors as he walked by the holographic memorial erected in the campus center to honor those lost in service to the Federation.
Once upon a time, Jim had heard, the board had held both names and small pictures, but that time had long since passed. Now they had to constantly cycle the lists of names in order to allow all the dead and missing to be honored.
He'd been taken here twice as a child, along with his mother and brother, to honor his father's sacrifice, and he'd hated it. Not the idea of the memorial, nor the act of remembering the father he'd never known, but the pageantry of it, the media, and the intrusive questions thrust their way that caused his mother's eyes to tear up again and again.
Pike had known, somehow. Known he wouldn't come back willingly to see the ceremony, performed year after year, at midday and amongst the throngs of people with their curious questions and open stares. So when Pike had shown up at his dorm just shy of midnight and said, “Follow me,” Jim wasn't entirely surprised, and followed him without argument.
Now, he decided, long after classes had ended and darkness had fallen, he didn't mind being here. So they stood side by side, bathed in the faint blue and silver lights from the projection and surrounded by the stillness and quiet of empty hallways, and waited for the name George Kirk to flash into existence.
***
Prompt: Kirk, Scotty - April Fool’s Day pranks
April Fools
"Now, gentlemen," came Spock's voice over the intercom, sufficiently distracting both Jim and Scotty from their mutual threats of extreme bodily harm. "I will have Lieutenant Cordry unlock the rec room door and Ensign Chekov beam back your clothing once you have come to some sort of cease-fire regarding this..."
Spock's voice trailed off and Jim had no doubt he was consulting Uhura regarding the appropriate human term for the shenanigans that he and Scotty had been up to these last several hours.
"... 'prank war.' Furthermore, I will insist that your both offer an apology to both Lieutenant Sulu and Doctor McCoy as it is my understanding they will be spending the next three days with their skin dyed purple until the substance you've attacked them with wears off."
Jim and Scotty looked at each other in consternation before launching back into their previous argument regarding who should accept the blame for their current situation.
"I would also suggest that you both log in several hours in the phaser range to improve your accuracy for future engagements, as I am told you were aiming for each other. Spock out."