bridge2sickbay drabbles for 7/11/10
Fun night! Tonight's theme was Crimes & Misdemeanors.
Prompt: Sarek, Amanda - Arson
Arson
Amanda watched the colors reflect off of her son's face and shining eyes as he tested and observed the effects of each of the items in the box of fireworks she'd given him. Though Spock was rapidly gaining more and more control over his emotions - or more specifically his expression of them - she was his mother; she could tell what her child was feeling even when he did not have the words or expressions to tell her.
All in the name of science, she'd told him when he'd questioned the purpose of giving him this gift, as it was not his birthday and he had noted that there were no recent significant achievements for her to use as an excuse to offer him a present. Spock had merely raised an eyebrow at her response - the habit a perfect mirror of her husband's habit, she'd noted - and opened the box to explore its contents.
So far they had tested out the sparklers, a fountain, poppers, snaps, and roman candles, and were currently erecting a support to set off one of the wheels.
She felt a warm presence behind her and turned to find Sarek standing close, observing the scene in front of him. His eyes flicked over the open box off to the side, the discarded packaging crumpled under it, and the remnants of their fun so far, before raising an eyebrow - yup, exactly the look that Spock had now perfected! - and turned to her. ″You are instructing our son on the intricacies of arson? Please explain the logic of this action.″
Amanda smiled and wrapped her arms around him. In the privacy of their own home and lands she was far more free with her affections. ″It's not arson and you know it. This is a very old Earth custom that I don't want Spock to miss out on, so sit back and enjoy the show.″
″I have noticed that many of your favorite 'Earth customs' that you insist our child must be introduced to are brightly colored, noisy, or dirty.″ Sarek wrapped an arm around her waist as they watched Spock carefully prepare to light the next firework.
″I still maintain that mud pies and sandcastles are necessary parts of a proper childhood, regardless of one's species.″
Sarek's answer, if there was one, was drowned out by the sound of Spock's display.
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Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Corruption of a minor
Corruption
″Her mother,″ Leonard stated seriously, ″is going to kill us. In a really gruesome way, if I remember her penchant for drama accurately.″
Jim, leaning against his side, turned and pressed a kiss to Leonard's neck and squeezed the arm slung casually around his hips. ″It'll be okay - Uhura assures me that it all washes off and out in a few weeks without leaving a trace.″
″She's only with us for another two weeks, Jim. Think it'll be gone by the time we deliver her back to Jocelyn?″
Jim cocked his head to the side in thought, before shrugging, and said, ″Maybe not, but it'll have definitely have faded by then.″
Leonard sighed. ″She will set Georgia ablaze in fury. We better kiss Jo goodbye and hightail it back out into deep space at top speed before she gets a good look and has us arrested for corruption of a minor.″
Jim snickered softly. ″I'll talk to Scotty. I'm sure something can be arranged.″
They both turned to look at Jo, sleeping in spare bedroom of the old Iowa farmhouse with a slight smile on her face, even in sleep. Her brown hair was liberally striped with blue and pink dye and they could see one of the star-shaped henna tattoos that peppered her back and shoulders peaking out of her nightgown.
After several moments, Jim pulled Leonard away from the door and towards the master bedroom. ″C'mon, it's late, and we have a lot of corrupting left to do on this shoreleave.″ Jim closed the door behind them and flipped the old-fashioned lock. ″Including a little private corrupting for just the two of us I'd like to get started on.″
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Prompt: Jim Kirk, Sam Kirk - Vandalism
Hooligans
Winona pulled up in front of the sheriff's office and took several deep breaths. She wasn't the only angry parent picking up a trouble-making child that afternoon if the three other cars in the lot were any indication. She recognized the others, however, and knew she'd be the only one collecting two delinquents today.
She spoke to the sheriff and deputies, signed paperwork, and joined the parents of the other vandals, a couple of Jimmy & Sam's classmates, in apologizing profusely for the troubles that their respective spawn had caused when they'd decided to have a rock-throwing contest using cranky old Higgins's fancy new barn.
She led her sons back to the car in silence, letting their nerves build as they settled, strapped in, and turned onto the main road towards home.
″How many windows did the two of you break?″
They were silent at first, neither wanting to admit their parts in the deed, but her stare in the rear-view mirror eventually broke them down. Whether it was because the stare was that good or they figured they'd better answer so she'd concentrate on the road, Winona didn't know. ″I got seven,″ Sam finally admitted. ″Jim got six.″
″The big ones on the first level, or the little ones up in the loft?″
Another silence, though shorter, and this time Jimmy answered, ″The little ones up top.″
″Gotta have pretty good aim to hit all the way up there.″ Winona didn't quite let her voice take on a tone of admiration.
She saw the boys trade shocked expressions which slowly faded into tiny grins. ″Yeah,″ they answered in unison.
They rode the rest of the way home in silence as Winona made plans for their working off the cost of their share of repairs, planned the nature of their grounding, and the proper talking-to they'd be receiving that night. She took one more glance in the rear-view mirror as they turned up the long drive and decided that she'd also have to call the school in the morning about signing her hooligans up for the after-school baseball team.
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Prompt: Enterprise Crew - In Pennsylvania it is illegal to have over 16 women live in a house together because that constitutes a brothel...however up to 120 men can live together, without breaking the law.
Pimp Ship Flying High
Jim Kirk had a habit of twiddling a stylus between his fingers through staff meetings and debriefings, a habit that apparently helped him to concentrate. So when he fumbled the stylus and it went clattering across the conference room table as he gaped at her following her pronouncement, Uhura knew she'd really thrown him off his game. Finally.
To be fair, he wasn't the only one staring at her in shock. The entirety of the senior staff members at the meeting were similarly gawking at her save for Spock, and even he had his eyebrows lifted high enough to be nearly merging with his hairline.
Once he recovered, Kirk sputtered for a moment before blurting out, "So what you're saying is that the people of Myron III think that, since we all live in such close quarters to one another and there are more than 120 of us, that our ship is a brothel?"
Uhura nodded. "Yes sir. Your attempts at speaking with them before I had the universal translator properly calibrated, though an admirable effort, gave them the wrong impression."
Sulu broke into the conversation, "And what? They think you're our pimp?"
"I think the proper term is Madame, but yes, essentially." Uhura successfully managed to hide her grin. It wasn't funny, really it wasn't. Really. She was forced to cover her snort with a small cough, though she suspected that Spock wasn't fooled.
The tension was finally broken by Doctor McCoy who dropped his face into his hands, and, in nothing less than a growly sort of wail, said, "Oh for Christ's sake, Jim! How the hell do you manage to get us into these situations?"
No one had an answer for him.
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Prompt: Spock, McCoy - Extortion
Valuable
Leonard had to lean heavily into the supporting arm that Spock offered as he was led down the long corridor towards the shuttle bay and into a waiting shuttle. Much as he might deny it in the future, the sight of familiar Starfleet bulkheads was a welcome relief from the vomit-green walls of the enemy ship's brig.
Spock got him settled into the copilot's seat - Leonard stubbornly refused to be left in the back where a row of seats could be converted into a bed for injured crew and Spock silently acknowledged his need to not be alone right then - and strapped him in, gentle hands moving swiftly over Leonard's torso, deftly avoiding the worst of his bruises.
They said nothing as Spock expertly guided the shuttle into the air and out of the bay, and Leonard breathed a large sigh of relief, ignoring the pain in his ribs as he did so, when they had cleared the enemy ship and Spock sent the shuttle to warp.
″Do you know the definition of 'extortion,' Spock?″
″Yes, Doctor. It is a crime wherein the perpetrator obtains money or some other thing of value by the abuse of his or her office or authority.″ Spock cocked his head to the side for a moment before returning his attention to the viewscreen and pressing a few controls on the display in front of him. ″It is an accurate description of what I have done to attain your release from the enemy prison ship. I will confess my actions to Captain Kirk upon our return to the Enterprise and submit to any disciplinary actions he sees fit.″
Leonard snorted. ″Right. I'm sure Jim'll be harsh in his sentencing. He might even give you an actual slap on the wrist.″ Leonard leaned back into the seat and closed his eyes for a full minute before another thought occurred to him and he whipped his head around to look at Spock. ″You consider me 'something of value?'″
Though he was only seeing Spock in profile and couldn't get the full impact of what little expression, if any, he permitted to cross his face, Leonard could see the small quirk that flashed across Spock's lips before he responded. ″Yes, Doctor. As I said, the definition is accurate.″
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Prompt: Sarek, Amanda - Arson
Arson
Amanda watched the colors reflect off of her son's face and shining eyes as he tested and observed the effects of each of the items in the box of fireworks she'd given him. Though Spock was rapidly gaining more and more control over his emotions - or more specifically his expression of them - she was his mother; she could tell what her child was feeling even when he did not have the words or expressions to tell her.
All in the name of science, she'd told him when he'd questioned the purpose of giving him this gift, as it was not his birthday and he had noted that there were no recent significant achievements for her to use as an excuse to offer him a present. Spock had merely raised an eyebrow at her response - the habit a perfect mirror of her husband's habit, she'd noted - and opened the box to explore its contents.
So far they had tested out the sparklers, a fountain, poppers, snaps, and roman candles, and were currently erecting a support to set off one of the wheels.
She felt a warm presence behind her and turned to find Sarek standing close, observing the scene in front of him. His eyes flicked over the open box off to the side, the discarded packaging crumpled under it, and the remnants of their fun so far, before raising an eyebrow - yup, exactly the look that Spock had now perfected! - and turned to her. ″You are instructing our son on the intricacies of arson? Please explain the logic of this action.″
Amanda smiled and wrapped her arms around him. In the privacy of their own home and lands she was far more free with her affections. ″It's not arson and you know it. This is a very old Earth custom that I don't want Spock to miss out on, so sit back and enjoy the show.″
″I have noticed that many of your favorite 'Earth customs' that you insist our child must be introduced to are brightly colored, noisy, or dirty.″ Sarek wrapped an arm around her waist as they watched Spock carefully prepare to light the next firework.
″I still maintain that mud pies and sandcastles are necessary parts of a proper childhood, regardless of one's species.″
Sarek's answer, if there was one, was drowned out by the sound of Spock's display.
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Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Corruption of a minor
Corruption
″Her mother,″ Leonard stated seriously, ″is going to kill us. In a really gruesome way, if I remember her penchant for drama accurately.″
Jim, leaning against his side, turned and pressed a kiss to Leonard's neck and squeezed the arm slung casually around his hips. ″It'll be okay - Uhura assures me that it all washes off and out in a few weeks without leaving a trace.″
″She's only with us for another two weeks, Jim. Think it'll be gone by the time we deliver her back to Jocelyn?″
Jim cocked his head to the side in thought, before shrugging, and said, ″Maybe not, but it'll have definitely have faded by then.″
Leonard sighed. ″She will set Georgia ablaze in fury. We better kiss Jo goodbye and hightail it back out into deep space at top speed before she gets a good look and has us arrested for corruption of a minor.″
Jim snickered softly. ″I'll talk to Scotty. I'm sure something can be arranged.″
They both turned to look at Jo, sleeping in spare bedroom of the old Iowa farmhouse with a slight smile on her face, even in sleep. Her brown hair was liberally striped with blue and pink dye and they could see one of the star-shaped henna tattoos that peppered her back and shoulders peaking out of her nightgown.
After several moments, Jim pulled Leonard away from the door and towards the master bedroom. ″C'mon, it's late, and we have a lot of corrupting left to do on this shoreleave.″ Jim closed the door behind them and flipped the old-fashioned lock. ″Including a little private corrupting for just the two of us I'd like to get started on.″
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Prompt: Jim Kirk, Sam Kirk - Vandalism
Hooligans
Winona pulled up in front of the sheriff's office and took several deep breaths. She wasn't the only angry parent picking up a trouble-making child that afternoon if the three other cars in the lot were any indication. She recognized the others, however, and knew she'd be the only one collecting two delinquents today.
She spoke to the sheriff and deputies, signed paperwork, and joined the parents of the other vandals, a couple of Jimmy & Sam's classmates, in apologizing profusely for the troubles that their respective spawn had caused when they'd decided to have a rock-throwing contest using cranky old Higgins's fancy new barn.
She led her sons back to the car in silence, letting their nerves build as they settled, strapped in, and turned onto the main road towards home.
″How many windows did the two of you break?″
They were silent at first, neither wanting to admit their parts in the deed, but her stare in the rear-view mirror eventually broke them down. Whether it was because the stare was that good or they figured they'd better answer so she'd concentrate on the road, Winona didn't know. ″I got seven,″ Sam finally admitted. ″Jim got six.″
″The big ones on the first level, or the little ones up in the loft?″
Another silence, though shorter, and this time Jimmy answered, ″The little ones up top.″
″Gotta have pretty good aim to hit all the way up there.″ Winona didn't quite let her voice take on a tone of admiration.
She saw the boys trade shocked expressions which slowly faded into tiny grins. ″Yeah,″ they answered in unison.
They rode the rest of the way home in silence as Winona made plans for their working off the cost of their share of repairs, planned the nature of their grounding, and the proper talking-to they'd be receiving that night. She took one more glance in the rear-view mirror as they turned up the long drive and decided that she'd also have to call the school in the morning about signing her hooligans up for the after-school baseball team.
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Prompt: Enterprise Crew - In Pennsylvania it is illegal to have over 16 women live in a house together because that constitutes a brothel...however up to 120 men can live together, without breaking the law.
Pimp Ship Flying High
Jim Kirk had a habit of twiddling a stylus between his fingers through staff meetings and debriefings, a habit that apparently helped him to concentrate. So when he fumbled the stylus and it went clattering across the conference room table as he gaped at her following her pronouncement, Uhura knew she'd really thrown him off his game. Finally.
To be fair, he wasn't the only one staring at her in shock. The entirety of the senior staff members at the meeting were similarly gawking at her save for Spock, and even he had his eyebrows lifted high enough to be nearly merging with his hairline.
Once he recovered, Kirk sputtered for a moment before blurting out, "So what you're saying is that the people of Myron III think that, since we all live in such close quarters to one another and there are more than 120 of us, that our ship is a brothel?"
Uhura nodded. "Yes sir. Your attempts at speaking with them before I had the universal translator properly calibrated, though an admirable effort, gave them the wrong impression."
Sulu broke into the conversation, "And what? They think you're our pimp?"
"I think the proper term is Madame, but yes, essentially." Uhura successfully managed to hide her grin. It wasn't funny, really it wasn't. Really. She was forced to cover her snort with a small cough, though she suspected that Spock wasn't fooled.
The tension was finally broken by Doctor McCoy who dropped his face into his hands, and, in nothing less than a growly sort of wail, said, "Oh for Christ's sake, Jim! How the hell do you manage to get us into these situations?"
No one had an answer for him.
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Prompt: Spock, McCoy - Extortion
Valuable
Leonard had to lean heavily into the supporting arm that Spock offered as he was led down the long corridor towards the shuttle bay and into a waiting shuttle. Much as he might deny it in the future, the sight of familiar Starfleet bulkheads was a welcome relief from the vomit-green walls of the enemy ship's brig.
Spock got him settled into the copilot's seat - Leonard stubbornly refused to be left in the back where a row of seats could be converted into a bed for injured crew and Spock silently acknowledged his need to not be alone right then - and strapped him in, gentle hands moving swiftly over Leonard's torso, deftly avoiding the worst of his bruises.
They said nothing as Spock expertly guided the shuttle into the air and out of the bay, and Leonard breathed a large sigh of relief, ignoring the pain in his ribs as he did so, when they had cleared the enemy ship and Spock sent the shuttle to warp.
″Do you know the definition of 'extortion,' Spock?″
″Yes, Doctor. It is a crime wherein the perpetrator obtains money or some other thing of value by the abuse of his or her office or authority.″ Spock cocked his head to the side for a moment before returning his attention to the viewscreen and pressing a few controls on the display in front of him. ″It is an accurate description of what I have done to attain your release from the enemy prison ship. I will confess my actions to Captain Kirk upon our return to the Enterprise and submit to any disciplinary actions he sees fit.″
Leonard snorted. ″Right. I'm sure Jim'll be harsh in his sentencing. He might even give you an actual slap on the wrist.″ Leonard leaned back into the seat and closed his eyes for a full minute before another thought occurred to him and he whipped his head around to look at Spock. ″You consider me 'something of value?'″
Though he was only seeing Spock in profile and couldn't get the full impact of what little expression, if any, he permitted to cross his face, Leonard could see the small quirk that flashed across Spock's lips before he responded. ″Yes, Doctor. As I said, the definition is accurate.″
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