Whoops!
I didn't post my drabbles from the last two bridge2sickbay fests that I participated in, so I'm going to fix that now.
From 12/5/10, the theme was "Texts From Last Night"
Prompt: Chapel, Gaila - I feel like I should put "don't judge me" in the special instructions for the pizza guy.
Proper Tipping Procedure
″I feel like I should put 'don't judge me' in the special instructions for the pizza guy.″ Gaila frowned down at her PADD as she completed their 'finals fuel' food order.
Christine rolled her eyes. ″You ever considered answering the door with clothes on? That might help.″
Gaila sighed. ″Perhaps, but that would be a waste of time and energy resources. I study better without restrictions, as you well know.″ Gaila winked at Christine and was rewarded with a grin and a chuckle. ″Besides, you would think it would be like an extra tip, ya know?″
″True.″ Christine tossed her PADD to the bed beside her and patted her lap. ″I could use a tip myself. C'mere.″
***
Prompt: Pike, Kirk - I just want to let you know it was a unanimous decision that we would eat you first if we ever turned into cannibals, we figured with all the bacon you eat you may taste like it. It's a chance we are willing to take with your life...don't forget that we love you
Plans and Schemes
Jim woke up to the sound of Chris and Leonard speaking softly in the front of the transport and just sat there with his head against the window, enjoying their casual chatter for several minutes until Chris noticed he'd finally roused himself from slumber.
″I just want to let you know it was a unanimous decision that we would eat you first if we ever turned into cannibals. We figured that with all the bacon you eat you may taste like it. It's a chance we are willing to take with your life...don't forget that we love you.″ Despite his rather disturbing statement, he really did try to make it sound like an endearing compliment.
Jim smirked. ″Bones has been complaining about my diet again, I see. The poll is hardly unanimous if you don't count my vote, you know.″
″You weren't available for input.″ Though Jim couldn't see his face, Bones' voice betrayed his amusement.
Jim glared at the back of Bones' head. ″I'm sitting right here!″
″You were sleeping right there and therefore disqualified from the election.″ Now Bones just sounded smug.
″Oh, that's great. I take a little nap and you two decide to eat me. I'm changing my mind about this vacation in the desert thing.″
Chris turned in his seat enough for Jim to see his smile. ″Don't worry, we'll change your mind about that. We also talked about how to convince you to just let go and relax for the week, too.″ Chris winked. ″You'll definitely enjoy what we've got in store for you.″
″Now that's a plan I can get behind.″
***
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Nah, I'm just going to keep fucking him until he realizes we're perfect for each other.
Beating Around the Bush... If You Know What I Mean
Uhura rolled her eyes. Jim had been staring at Leonard McCoy all night as the poor doctor valiantly tried to keep his patience while fending off the advances of all twelve of the Emperor's daughters.
It was partially Leonard's own fault, though, because when the Emperor had asked him if he was attached, as it were, Leonard had replied in the negative. And so the daughters descended upon him. Apparently tall, dark, and handsome was irresistible on this planet, but then, when wasn't it? And speaking of, yearning was an annoyingly attractive look for Jim Kirk. ″You know, you could just tell him, you know. Or cut to the chase and ask him to marry you.″
Jim whipped his head around at the sound of her voice but didn't bother trying to deny the worst-kept secret on the ship. Outside herself and Spock, that is.
Jim smirked at her and shrugged. ″Nah, I'm just going to keep fucking him until he realizes we're perfect for each other.″
***
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - I have only been in this city 3 nights and there are already 4 bars I can never go back to again.
Pull Me In
″I have only been in this city three nights and there are already four bars I can never go back to again.″
Leonard reluctantly took his eyes off his lunch to see who had dared interrupt him. He'd arranged his med bag, cadet blazer, and PADD around himself on the table specifically to discourage anyone from joining him and subjecting him to any idiocy. Apparently next time he would have to come prepared with a large, hand-lettered sign telling the world to fuck off.
Rather than read the cues, Jim just pushed Leonard's things aside to make room for his own lunch, sitting down on the bench close enough for Leonard to smell his cologne. Undaunted by Leonard's lack of response to his comment, Jim tucked into his lunch eagerly, poking Leonard in the side with his elbow every time he lifted the burger to his mouth.
For a full minute, Leonard could only stare at him in disbelief for his sheer presumption. A shared shuttle flight did not a friendship make.
Except, apparently, when you were James Kirk and boldness personified.
Finally yielding to his fate, Leonard sighed and shook his head. ″Four, huh? And what did you do to earn the honor of a ban?″
″Hit on the bartender's girlfriend in the first one, hit on the bouncer's sister in the second, hit on the twin daughters of the owner of the third-″ Jim cut himself off by shoving four french fries into his mouth at once, fortunately chewing with his mouth closed and not trying to talk while doing so.
″I'm sensing a trend here,″ Leonard said with a snort. This kid had frat-boy written all over him. Noticing that Jim had finished chewing, he asked, ″And the fourth? Another girl?″
″Sort of.″ Jim nodded and took a sip of his drink. ″Got in a fight in the fourth. Couple of assholes were hassling some poor kid barely old enough to drink and weren't inclined to take 'no' for an answer and started to get physical with her.″ Jim's face looked grim at this statement. ″I decided to reeducate them on that matter.″
Not so much a careless frat boy then. Leonard didn't know what to say next, but it didn't matter since Jim kept talking. ″We all got kicked out and the bouncer called a cab for the girl. All's well that ends well.″ He frowned slightly. ″Except for the lack of beer in my future if this keeps up.″
Leonard huffed out a laugh and stole one of Jim's fries. Jim let him. ″Let's find a new place tonight. I'll try to keep you out of trouble.″
Jim turned his wide grin on Leonard full-force. ″Or I'll pull you in with me. Either way, it'll be fun.″
***
From 12/12/10, with the theme "perfumes" comes...
Prompt: Scotty, Gaila - Secret Moments
Secret Moments
″Hear that, lass?″ Scotty's voice was uncharacteristically soft, though the gentleness of his tone was now familiar. When talking about his beloved ship, he was capable of great serenity.
″The ship?″ Gaila's reply was equally quiet, though even with her moderation it felt as though her voice rang through the bowels of the ship.
They were lying side-side-by-side deep in the Engineering deck, away from the eyes of the on duty crew, safe and sheltered in the heart of the ship. Gaila came here to this restful place, sank herself into the pulse and rush of the ship, when she needed to think and to regain her sense of peace and wonder at the job they were doing, out here amongst the stars.
She hadn't known Scotty knew her hiding place until she'd opened her eyes from a long minute of centering herself and found him leaning against a large pipe, watching her silently. She'd invited him to join her and he did, lying at her side and staring up at a maze of connections, piping, circuitry, and all the other inner parts of their home.
″Aye. That's her heartbeat, this great ship of ours. Pulsing and beating around us, keeping is alive, keeping us going.″ Scotty took her hand and rested it against his chest, over his own beating heart.
″Yes, she does. And she makes me feel alive when I come down here. It's beautiful.″
Scotty's eyes were bright and held laughter within them and his mouth was upturned in an inviting smile. ″Aye, 'tis a lovely sound, paired with a lovely sight.″
This time, though his voice remained soft and sweet, he was looking at her and only her. Her hand on his chest felt warm and so very alive. Gaila wanted nothing more than to curl her fingers in his shirt and pull them closer together, pressing her lips to his.
So she did.
***
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy, Joanna - Marshmallow
Sticky Fingers
Leonard exited the kitchen with the final platter in hands and caught Jim and Joanna red-handed. Actually, it was more appropriate to say white-handed and sticky-fingered since both of them were stealing marshmallows from the top of the sweet potato casserole.
Hands full, he settled for clearing his throat loudly and was rewarded with the sight of both of them jumping guiltily and looking towards him with wide eyes. ″Caught you. You are gonna be in trouble when Momma sees you.″
Joanna stuck her sticky fingers into her mouth, attempting to quickly remove the evidence of her wrongdoing.
Jim didn't even bother. Instead he walked over to Leonard and pressed himself far closer than Leonard would have thought possible given the large platter of ham and turkey he was holding in front of him. Jim smiled at Leonard and leaned in to press a firm kiss to his mouth.
Leonard could hear Joanna giggling in the background before remembering that, at nine, she was supposed to find it gross and switching to fake gagging noises. Both Jim and Leonard broke the kiss with a laugh and a roll of their eyes in her direction.
Jim's smile turned sly and he raised his sticky hand to rub a finger covered in half-melted marshmallow across Leonard's bottom lip, leaving a sugary white trail in its wake. Then he stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked on it, putting on enough of a show that Leonard was relieved that Jim was facing away from his daughter.
Before he could do anything in front of Joanna that he'd later regret, Leonard heard his mother walk into the room and knew, even as he quickly licked the glob of marshmallow from his lip, that the sharp-eyed Eleanora McCoy wouldn't miss a single sign of tampering with her carefully prepared meal.
He was right. ″Leonard Horatio McCoy have you been dipping into my sweet potato casserole before we're all even seated?″
Leonard glared as both Joanna and Jim burst into laughter and left him to face his mother alone.
From 12/5/10, the theme was "Texts From Last Night"
Prompt: Chapel, Gaila - I feel like I should put "don't judge me" in the special instructions for the pizza guy.
Proper Tipping Procedure
″I feel like I should put 'don't judge me' in the special instructions for the pizza guy.″ Gaila frowned down at her PADD as she completed their 'finals fuel' food order.
Christine rolled her eyes. ″You ever considered answering the door with clothes on? That might help.″
Gaila sighed. ″Perhaps, but that would be a waste of time and energy resources. I study better without restrictions, as you well know.″ Gaila winked at Christine and was rewarded with a grin and a chuckle. ″Besides, you would think it would be like an extra tip, ya know?″
″True.″ Christine tossed her PADD to the bed beside her and patted her lap. ″I could use a tip myself. C'mere.″
***
Prompt: Pike, Kirk - I just want to let you know it was a unanimous decision that we would eat you first if we ever turned into cannibals, we figured with all the bacon you eat you may taste like it. It's a chance we are willing to take with your life...don't forget that we love you
Plans and Schemes
Jim woke up to the sound of Chris and Leonard speaking softly in the front of the transport and just sat there with his head against the window, enjoying their casual chatter for several minutes until Chris noticed he'd finally roused himself from slumber.
″I just want to let you know it was a unanimous decision that we would eat you first if we ever turned into cannibals. We figured that with all the bacon you eat you may taste like it. It's a chance we are willing to take with your life...don't forget that we love you.″ Despite his rather disturbing statement, he really did try to make it sound like an endearing compliment.
Jim smirked. ″Bones has been complaining about my diet again, I see. The poll is hardly unanimous if you don't count my vote, you know.″
″You weren't available for input.″ Though Jim couldn't see his face, Bones' voice betrayed his amusement.
Jim glared at the back of Bones' head. ″I'm sitting right here!″
″You were sleeping right there and therefore disqualified from the election.″ Now Bones just sounded smug.
″Oh, that's great. I take a little nap and you two decide to eat me. I'm changing my mind about this vacation in the desert thing.″
Chris turned in his seat enough for Jim to see his smile. ″Don't worry, we'll change your mind about that. We also talked about how to convince you to just let go and relax for the week, too.″ Chris winked. ″You'll definitely enjoy what we've got in store for you.″
″Now that's a plan I can get behind.″
***
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Nah, I'm just going to keep fucking him until he realizes we're perfect for each other.
Beating Around the Bush... If You Know What I Mean
Uhura rolled her eyes. Jim had been staring at Leonard McCoy all night as the poor doctor valiantly tried to keep his patience while fending off the advances of all twelve of the Emperor's daughters.
It was partially Leonard's own fault, though, because when the Emperor had asked him if he was attached, as it were, Leonard had replied in the negative. And so the daughters descended upon him. Apparently tall, dark, and handsome was irresistible on this planet, but then, when wasn't it? And speaking of, yearning was an annoyingly attractive look for Jim Kirk. ″You know, you could just tell him, you know. Or cut to the chase and ask him to marry you.″
Jim whipped his head around at the sound of her voice but didn't bother trying to deny the worst-kept secret on the ship. Outside herself and Spock, that is.
Jim smirked at her and shrugged. ″Nah, I'm just going to keep fucking him until he realizes we're perfect for each other.″
***
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - I have only been in this city 3 nights and there are already 4 bars I can never go back to again.
Pull Me In
″I have only been in this city three nights and there are already four bars I can never go back to again.″
Leonard reluctantly took his eyes off his lunch to see who had dared interrupt him. He'd arranged his med bag, cadet blazer, and PADD around himself on the table specifically to discourage anyone from joining him and subjecting him to any idiocy. Apparently next time he would have to come prepared with a large, hand-lettered sign telling the world to fuck off.
Rather than read the cues, Jim just pushed Leonard's things aside to make room for his own lunch, sitting down on the bench close enough for Leonard to smell his cologne. Undaunted by Leonard's lack of response to his comment, Jim tucked into his lunch eagerly, poking Leonard in the side with his elbow every time he lifted the burger to his mouth.
For a full minute, Leonard could only stare at him in disbelief for his sheer presumption. A shared shuttle flight did not a friendship make.
Except, apparently, when you were James Kirk and boldness personified.
Finally yielding to his fate, Leonard sighed and shook his head. ″Four, huh? And what did you do to earn the honor of a ban?″
″Hit on the bartender's girlfriend in the first one, hit on the bouncer's sister in the second, hit on the twin daughters of the owner of the third-″ Jim cut himself off by shoving four french fries into his mouth at once, fortunately chewing with his mouth closed and not trying to talk while doing so.
″I'm sensing a trend here,″ Leonard said with a snort. This kid had frat-boy written all over him. Noticing that Jim had finished chewing, he asked, ″And the fourth? Another girl?″
″Sort of.″ Jim nodded and took a sip of his drink. ″Got in a fight in the fourth. Couple of assholes were hassling some poor kid barely old enough to drink and weren't inclined to take 'no' for an answer and started to get physical with her.″ Jim's face looked grim at this statement. ″I decided to reeducate them on that matter.″
Not so much a careless frat boy then. Leonard didn't know what to say next, but it didn't matter since Jim kept talking. ″We all got kicked out and the bouncer called a cab for the girl. All's well that ends well.″ He frowned slightly. ″Except for the lack of beer in my future if this keeps up.″
Leonard huffed out a laugh and stole one of Jim's fries. Jim let him. ″Let's find a new place tonight. I'll try to keep you out of trouble.″
Jim turned his wide grin on Leonard full-force. ″Or I'll pull you in with me. Either way, it'll be fun.″
***
From 12/12/10, with the theme "perfumes" comes...
Prompt: Scotty, Gaila - Secret Moments
Secret Moments
″Hear that, lass?″ Scotty's voice was uncharacteristically soft, though the gentleness of his tone was now familiar. When talking about his beloved ship, he was capable of great serenity.
″The ship?″ Gaila's reply was equally quiet, though even with her moderation it felt as though her voice rang through the bowels of the ship.
They were lying side-side-by-side deep in the Engineering deck, away from the eyes of the on duty crew, safe and sheltered in the heart of the ship. Gaila came here to this restful place, sank herself into the pulse and rush of the ship, when she needed to think and to regain her sense of peace and wonder at the job they were doing, out here amongst the stars.
She hadn't known Scotty knew her hiding place until she'd opened her eyes from a long minute of centering herself and found him leaning against a large pipe, watching her silently. She'd invited him to join her and he did, lying at her side and staring up at a maze of connections, piping, circuitry, and all the other inner parts of their home.
″Aye. That's her heartbeat, this great ship of ours. Pulsing and beating around us, keeping is alive, keeping us going.″ Scotty took her hand and rested it against his chest, over his own beating heart.
″Yes, she does. And she makes me feel alive when I come down here. It's beautiful.″
Scotty's eyes were bright and held laughter within them and his mouth was upturned in an inviting smile. ″Aye, 'tis a lovely sound, paired with a lovely sight.″
This time, though his voice remained soft and sweet, he was looking at her and only her. Her hand on his chest felt warm and so very alive. Gaila wanted nothing more than to curl her fingers in his shirt and pull them closer together, pressing her lips to his.
So she did.
***
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy, Joanna - Marshmallow
Sticky Fingers
Leonard exited the kitchen with the final platter in hands and caught Jim and Joanna red-handed. Actually, it was more appropriate to say white-handed and sticky-fingered since both of them were stealing marshmallows from the top of the sweet potato casserole.
Hands full, he settled for clearing his throat loudly and was rewarded with the sight of both of them jumping guiltily and looking towards him with wide eyes. ″Caught you. You are gonna be in trouble when Momma sees you.″
Joanna stuck her sticky fingers into her mouth, attempting to quickly remove the evidence of her wrongdoing.
Jim didn't even bother. Instead he walked over to Leonard and pressed himself far closer than Leonard would have thought possible given the large platter of ham and turkey he was holding in front of him. Jim smiled at Leonard and leaned in to press a firm kiss to his mouth.
Leonard could hear Joanna giggling in the background before remembering that, at nine, she was supposed to find it gross and switching to fake gagging noises. Both Jim and Leonard broke the kiss with a laugh and a roll of their eyes in her direction.
Jim's smile turned sly and he raised his sticky hand to rub a finger covered in half-melted marshmallow across Leonard's bottom lip, leaving a sugary white trail in its wake. Then he stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked on it, putting on enough of a show that Leonard was relieved that Jim was facing away from his daughter.
Before he could do anything in front of Joanna that he'd later regret, Leonard heard his mother walk into the room and knew, even as he quickly licked the glob of marshmallow from his lip, that the sharp-eyed Eleanora McCoy wouldn't miss a single sign of tampering with her carefully prepared meal.
He was right. ″Leonard Horatio McCoy have you been dipping into my sweet potato casserole before we're all even seated?″
Leonard glared as both Joanna and Jim burst into laughter and left him to face his mother alone.