[Fanfiction] Ace, by callieach
Title: Ace
Author: callieach
Fandom: Star Trek
Characters: Christine Chapel, Leonard McCoy, Jim Kirk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Summary: Card games in heaven.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Note: For cocohufflepuffs. Just because. *wingbumps*
"Do you have an ace?"
"Nope. Go fish."
"Damnit."
"Have you got a king?"
An indistinct mutter accompanied a glower and the recently fished card being tossed across the cloud surface. A satisfied smirk was returned.
"I swear, woman..." Leonard started.
Christine finished for him: "If I win another round, you won't play with me again." Rearranging her hand, she added, "And then I'll call you a tribblish grump and offer to deal the next round."
The middle of eternity wasn't exactly the ideal time to spice things up. If an indeterminable time in this white-washed limbo hadn't made the doctor give up on card games with his nurse, nothing new seemed apt to change that.
"D'ya have a six?"
"Mmm, I do." She passed the card his way.
"'Bout time," he said, a bit smug.
"I'm still winning," she pointed out, tossing blonde hair over her shoulder. There was something vaguely disconcerting about having been here long enough to have mastered the art of tossing her hair without getting it caught on one of her wings.
"You are insufferable some days, Christine."
"Next time you die you'll choose less aggravating people to die with, then, won't you?" Christine pursed her lips, quirking her eyebrows and humming a little at the success of her provocation. There was something to be said about being able to sass off to a superior without fear of Starfleet militant consequence. Not that it had stopped her that often in life.
"Was kinda hopin' this would mark the end of my suffering," Leonard snorted. "One death's more than enough for me."
"Mmm, I suppose I can see that logic," Christine replied, eyeing her cards. "Have you got an eight?"
"I wish you'd stop with the logic thing just to bug me." He frowned at his hand, wings twitching ever so slightly. "An' no, I don't. Go fish."
Christine wrinkled her nose as she reached for the pile. "If I'm going to spend forever in heaven, I might as well have a bit of fun."
"At my expense?"
"We could always tell jokes about the captain if you prefer."
Evidently, this was tempting fate, because Jim had appeared before Leonard could ask for another of Christine's cards.
"You called, oh, charming nurse?"
This was responded to with a hard orbital roll from the doctor, and from his companion, a pleasant, "Bite me, Captain Kirk."
Jim gave her a look. "You don't have to call me that, you know. If we're gonna spend eternity together, we might as well get cozy."
It was Christine's turn to roll her eyes while Leonard replied, "Cozy like you've been getting with everyone else out here?"
"I'm told my wings are exquisite." Jim smirked, as he was wont to do. Post-mortem, without any of the mortal pitfalls, he was all bravado.
"Damnit, Jim, we don't need to hear about your sexual exploits."
"For the last time, we need no descriptive angel porn."
Seeing as the two had expressed their distinct disinterest at the same time, Leonard and Christine shared a look, then, each leaning in slightly, bumped their wings together.
"You guys need to stop double-teaming me," Jim said, his smirk turning into more of a pout by this point.
Christine hummed at him as he settled on the cloud next to her, forming a sort of triangle. "You need to stop being predictably deserving of it," she told him knowingly.
"Chris, have you got a two?"
"Go fish."
Jim cleared his throat. "It's been four weeks, you know."
Christine pursed her lips and dropped her head. She knew.
"I know," Leonard replied.
"Do you think we're ever going to get back?"
"I'm not a fortune teller, Jim."
"I miss my ship. My crew."
"We all do," Christine said, edging her foot across the cloud to nudge Jim's leg with the same slow pace she drew her eyes up to his. "But the best we can do is wait."
"Somethin' might happen yet."
"Yeah."
A trio of angels, sitting in some bizarrely existential heaven shouldn't be so gloomy. These ones are exceptional.
Leonard cleared his throat. "Christine, your go."
Christine looked between her companions, then down at her cards. She sighed. "Do you have an ace?"
Author: callieach
Fandom: Star Trek
Characters: Christine Chapel, Leonard McCoy, Jim Kirk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Summary: Card games in heaven.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Note: For cocohufflepuffs. Just because. *wingbumps*
"Do you have an ace?"
"Nope. Go fish."
"Damnit."
"Have you got a king?"
An indistinct mutter accompanied a glower and the recently fished card being tossed across the cloud surface. A satisfied smirk was returned.
"I swear, woman..." Leonard started.
Christine finished for him: "If I win another round, you won't play with me again." Rearranging her hand, she added, "And then I'll call you a tribblish grump and offer to deal the next round."
The middle of eternity wasn't exactly the ideal time to spice things up. If an indeterminable time in this white-washed limbo hadn't made the doctor give up on card games with his nurse, nothing new seemed apt to change that.
"D'ya have a six?"
"Mmm, I do." She passed the card his way.
"'Bout time," he said, a bit smug.
"I'm still winning," she pointed out, tossing blonde hair over her shoulder. There was something vaguely disconcerting about having been here long enough to have mastered the art of tossing her hair without getting it caught on one of her wings.
"You are insufferable some days, Christine."
"Next time you die you'll choose less aggravating people to die with, then, won't you?" Christine pursed her lips, quirking her eyebrows and humming a little at the success of her provocation. There was something to be said about being able to sass off to a superior without fear of Starfleet militant consequence. Not that it had stopped her that often in life.
"Was kinda hopin' this would mark the end of my suffering," Leonard snorted. "One death's more than enough for me."
"Mmm, I suppose I can see that logic," Christine replied, eyeing her cards. "Have you got an eight?"
"I wish you'd stop with the logic thing just to bug me." He frowned at his hand, wings twitching ever so slightly. "An' no, I don't. Go fish."
Christine wrinkled her nose as she reached for the pile. "If I'm going to spend forever in heaven, I might as well have a bit of fun."
"At my expense?"
"We could always tell jokes about the captain if you prefer."
Evidently, this was tempting fate, because Jim had appeared before Leonard could ask for another of Christine's cards.
"You called, oh, charming nurse?"
This was responded to with a hard orbital roll from the doctor, and from his companion, a pleasant, "Bite me, Captain Kirk."
Jim gave her a look. "You don't have to call me that, you know. If we're gonna spend eternity together, we might as well get cozy."
It was Christine's turn to roll her eyes while Leonard replied, "Cozy like you've been getting with everyone else out here?"
"I'm told my wings are exquisite." Jim smirked, as he was wont to do. Post-mortem, without any of the mortal pitfalls, he was all bravado.
"Damnit, Jim, we don't need to hear about your sexual exploits."
"For the last time, we need no descriptive angel porn."
Seeing as the two had expressed their distinct disinterest at the same time, Leonard and Christine shared a look, then, each leaning in slightly, bumped their wings together.
"You guys need to stop double-teaming me," Jim said, his smirk turning into more of a pout by this point.
Christine hummed at him as he settled on the cloud next to her, forming a sort of triangle. "You need to stop being predictably deserving of it," she told him knowingly.
"Chris, have you got a two?"
"Go fish."
Jim cleared his throat. "It's been four weeks, you know."
Christine pursed her lips and dropped her head. She knew.
"I know," Leonard replied.
"Do you think we're ever going to get back?"
"I'm not a fortune teller, Jim."
"I miss my ship. My crew."
"We all do," Christine said, edging her foot across the cloud to nudge Jim's leg with the same slow pace she drew her eyes up to his. "But the best we can do is wait."
"Somethin' might happen yet."
"Yeah."
A trio of angels, sitting in some bizarrely existential heaven shouldn't be so gloomy. These ones are exceptional.
Leonard cleared his throat. "Christine, your go."
Christine looked between her companions, then down at her cards. She sighed. "Do you have an ace?"