Mini fic: Star Trek: Unexpected
*Sneaks in* Okay, hi. Long-time no-see, as per usual. I was in a bad mood yesterday and, long-story-short, it made me start writing fic again (I know, incredible) and I was reading back through previous fic-snippets and came across this. This was originally a practice exercise but I actually quite like it. It's not finished, but I thought I'd post it as it is, with the hope that it'll encourage me to be more pro-active.
Title: Unexpected
Characters: Kirk & McCoy
Rating: PG
Words: 555
The door creaked open, hinges protesting loudly. Jim tensed. He'd fight his captors to the bitter end but he wasn't sure how much he had left in him at this point, wasn't even sure - if he was brutally honest - that he could get up off the floor.
Jim managed to lift his head and, through his one good eye, saw a trio of colours that filled him with relief. He smiled, winced, even as his head sagged forward again.
Across the straw-covered floor came a pair of shiny black boots and he tried to focus on them, tried to stop his head from spinning.
‘Dammit, Jim, you're the one supposed to do the rescuing, not me,’ said the boots.
Determined to see the face that voice came from, Jim ground his teeth against the dizziness and pushed his head back. His skull hit the wall behind him with a dull thud.
‘Bones,’ he said thickly, and smiled. ‘Have I ever told you how much I love blue? It's my favourite colour.’
McCoy pulled a face. ‘You're a mess, Jim.’ Reaching out, he took Jim's chin in firm fingers and turned Jim's head from side to side.
‘Whoa,’ said Jim and squeezed his eyes shut.
‘You dizzy?’
‘You could say that.’
McCoy's hand dropped to Jim's shoulder and, with his eyes still fiercely shut, Jim zoned all his concentration in to that point of contact. It was solid, dependable, grounding.
After a long moment, McCoy asked quietly, ‘Where else do you hurt?’
Jim was aware of a strain in McCoy's voice, a tension he couldn't quite understand, and if only only his damn head would stop spinning for one little minute, maybe he could catch his thoughts up with Bones and follow what was going on here.
‘Jim?’
The sound of a tricorder being activated came to Jim through the swirl in his head and he cracked open his unswollen eye. ‘I'm pretty fucked up, huh?’ he said.
‘I've seen you worse,’ said McCoy. ‘Just about every Friday night back at the Academy, for starters.’
‘Yeah, well, you should see the other guys. There's lights around the edge of my eyes. Eye.’
‘I'm not surprised. You've received head trauma, Jim.’
‘Yeah, I remember. That hurt.’ He closed his eye again but it didn't matter now because Bones was here.
Bones was here. The thought echoed in Jim's scrambled head for a long moment before the dots finally connected. ‘Bones. How d'you get in here? There were guards. Big, hulking, muscle-y guards. I know, I fought them. Or tried to.’
‘Phasered them, Jim.’ McCoy glanced over his shoulder at the other crew-members with him, guarding the door with their phasers at the ready, while he deftly filled his hypo.
‘Huh. My phaser didn't work on them.’
‘Spock did something to ours, changed the frequency or some other gibberish, so that they would be more effective against the Velries' biology.’
‘Is Spock here?’
‘No, he's looking after things on the ship.’
Jim's hand found McCoy's knee. ‘So you came to rescue me.’ A smile curved the corners of his mouth.
‘Yeah, well. Let's just say I got fed up of waiting for you to escape on your own.’ McCoy hit Jim's neck with the hypo, and Jim grunted. ‘And Sulu's here. Technically, he's in charge.’
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Title: Unexpected
Characters: Kirk & McCoy
Rating: PG
Words: 555
The door creaked open, hinges protesting loudly. Jim tensed. He'd fight his captors to the bitter end but he wasn't sure how much he had left in him at this point, wasn't even sure - if he was brutally honest - that he could get up off the floor.
Jim managed to lift his head and, through his one good eye, saw a trio of colours that filled him with relief. He smiled, winced, even as his head sagged forward again.
Across the straw-covered floor came a pair of shiny black boots and he tried to focus on them, tried to stop his head from spinning.
‘Dammit, Jim, you're the one supposed to do the rescuing, not me,’ said the boots.
Determined to see the face that voice came from, Jim ground his teeth against the dizziness and pushed his head back. His skull hit the wall behind him with a dull thud.
‘Bones,’ he said thickly, and smiled. ‘Have I ever told you how much I love blue? It's my favourite colour.’
McCoy pulled a face. ‘You're a mess, Jim.’ Reaching out, he took Jim's chin in firm fingers and turned Jim's head from side to side.
‘Whoa,’ said Jim and squeezed his eyes shut.
‘You dizzy?’
‘You could say that.’
McCoy's hand dropped to Jim's shoulder and, with his eyes still fiercely shut, Jim zoned all his concentration in to that point of contact. It was solid, dependable, grounding.
After a long moment, McCoy asked quietly, ‘Where else do you hurt?’
Jim was aware of a strain in McCoy's voice, a tension he couldn't quite understand, and if only only his damn head would stop spinning for one little minute, maybe he could catch his thoughts up with Bones and follow what was going on here.
‘Jim?’
The sound of a tricorder being activated came to Jim through the swirl in his head and he cracked open his unswollen eye. ‘I'm pretty fucked up, huh?’ he said.
‘I've seen you worse,’ said McCoy. ‘Just about every Friday night back at the Academy, for starters.’
‘Yeah, well, you should see the other guys. There's lights around the edge of my eyes. Eye.’
‘I'm not surprised. You've received head trauma, Jim.’
‘Yeah, I remember. That hurt.’ He closed his eye again but it didn't matter now because Bones was here.
Bones was here. The thought echoed in Jim's scrambled head for a long moment before the dots finally connected. ‘Bones. How d'you get in here? There were guards. Big, hulking, muscle-y guards. I know, I fought them. Or tried to.’
‘Phasered them, Jim.’ McCoy glanced over his shoulder at the other crew-members with him, guarding the door with their phasers at the ready, while he deftly filled his hypo.
‘Huh. My phaser didn't work on them.’
‘Spock did something to ours, changed the frequency or some other gibberish, so that they would be more effective against the Velries' biology.’
‘Is Spock here?’
‘No, he's looking after things on the ship.’
Jim's hand found McCoy's knee. ‘So you came to rescue me.’ A smile curved the corners of his mouth.
‘Yeah, well. Let's just say I got fed up of waiting for you to escape on your own.’ McCoy hit Jim's neck with the hypo, and Jim grunted. ‘And Sulu's here. Technically, he's in charge.’
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