Various Ficlets from bridge2sickbay
Ficlets for today's round of bridge2sickbay. The theme was Star Trek Quotes. Only got a few done in between cleaning and RL stuff.
Chekov/Sulu - It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness; that is life
It should not be this way. Pavel has done everything perfectly. He has not made a mistake. He is sure of it. Yet he must have because it has not been successful. There is only space where a person should have been, and he can still hear the rapid thump-thump of his heartbeat roaring in his ears as he stares at the emptiness.
“You are needed elsewhere, Ensign Chekov.”
He blinks but does not look away from the spot where the woman should have been. “It is better if I stay here,” he says firmly.
“Kirk and Spock are rescuing Captain Pike. You are needed on the bridge.”
Pavel frowns and glances to his side. “I have made a mistake, Lieutenant Sulu. I should stay.”
“You didn’t make a mistake,” Sulu tells him. “It’s possible to do everything right and still lose.”
“She is not here. That is my fault,” Pavel reminds him. “I could not save her. I am weak and do not belong on the bridge.”
Sulu studies him intently before he shakes his head. “That isn’t weakness, Chekov. It’s life. Besides, you saved me and Kirk earlier, as well as the others who did make it here. Now go to the bridge and get to work.”
Pavel wants to argue but can hear the firm determination in Sulu’s voice. “You are impossible,” he says with a frown as he stands up. He takes another look at the empty spot before he follows Sulu to the bridge.
Kirk/McCoy - "Now's as good a time as any to tell you. Your ceiling is hideous."
Jim is still trying to catch his breath as he falls to the bed beside Bones. His body is sticky and wet, covered in a sheen of sweat, saliva, and come, and he probably should be going to take a shower instead of panting like he’s just run a marathon. And that, actually, is a rather appropriate comparison to sex with Bones if tonight is anything to go by. Damn, he hopes it is because it’s been amazing.
Bones shifts beside him, and Jim rolls over onto his side towards him. He stares at Bones and grins, knowing that he must look ridiculous but not really caring. This is a big step for them. A huge step. Maybe even bigger than when they had found themselves dating, since that had sort of snuck up on them without either of them really noticing until they’d already been doing it for months. Yeah, they might both be geniuses but they’re obviously clueless when it comes to relationships.
“You’re staring.” Bones arches a brow and glances at him.
“So what if I am?” Jim leans over and presses a wet kiss against Bones’ chest.
Bones rolls his eyes before he looks at Jim with a serious expression. “We need to talk.”
Jim’s easy smile fades slightly at Bones’ tone. “We do?”
"Now's as good a time as any to tell you, Jim,” Bones says slowly, drawling out his words in a way that seems to take him twice as long to say them. “Your ceiling is hideous."
“What?” Jim blinks dumbly as Bones starts to laugh. “You asshole.” He moves quickly, straddling Bones and pinning him to the mattress, no longer feeling lazy and sated. “That isn’t funny.”
“Yeah, it was,” Bones challenges, smirking up at him as he starts to tickle Jim, knowing exactly where to move his fingers to get a reaction.
“My ceiling is beautiful,” Jim says, catching Bones’ hands and kissing him before he can argue.
Kirk/McCoy - "A lie is a poor way to say hello."
When Jim hears the sound of the doors opening, he turns to see Bones stepping over the threshold. “I don’t want to talk to you,” Jim tells him curtly.
“A lie is a poor way to say hello, Jim.” Bones ignores him, as usual, and crosses the Observation Deck.
“I came here to be alone, Bones.” Jim glares, not that it has any affect on Bones.
“I don’t count. Isn’t that what you always say?” Bones gives him that ‘I’m a stubborn bastard, too’ look as he leans against the wall beside Jim.
“Why are you here? You hate this deck,” Jim mutters. While Bones has worked through his fears, mostly, he generally avoids coming here, where it’s almost floor to ceiling windows showing the deep space around them. For him to come here, it’s got to be important. Jim isn’t really in the mood to be flattered at the thought that he’s important enough.
“It isn’t your fault,” Bones says simply. Jim tenses and looks away from him. When he feels Bones’ arm nudge his, he bites the inside of his cheek. “Jim, you can’t blame yourself.”
“Why not?” He closes his eyes and is immediately taken back to the recent expedition on Bwort IV. He can practically feel the humidity and heavy atmosphere that made it difficult to breathe as the landing party explored. “I wasn’t careful enough, Bones. Barrett died, and I couldn’t help her. I should have paid more attention, should have noticed--“
“What, Jim? How could you have predicted an earthquake?” Bones snorts. “She died on my table. If anyone should be playing this blame game, it’s me. You managed to get her out and bring her back here.”
Jim opens his eyes and looks at Bones. “Stop it,” he says sharply. “This isn’t a contest. She’s the first crew member that we’ve lost since beginning the mission, Bones. I held her in my arms, watched her struggle to stay alive, had to wash her blood off my hands. I know that she had internal bleeding and was living on borrowed time just to make it back here, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel responsible. Just like you do.” He stares at Bones and suddenly understands how difficult it must be to deal with life and death constantly the way that Bones does.
Bones tilts his head and smiles wryly. “Would you believe me if I say it gets easier?”
“No,” Jim murmurs. “Anyway, you know that you can’t lie to me, Bones.”
“Damn it, Jim.” Bones shakes his head. “I was drunk when I told you that. A gentleman would just forget about it.”
“Don’t really think I’m much of a gentleman.” Jim looks at him and leans over to kiss Bones before he can think about it. It’s awkward and messy and maybe more than a little desperate, but Bones starts to kiss him back and it gets a lot better. When they break apart, Jim touches Bones’ face. “Help me deal with it?”
“Yeah,” Bones agrees gruffly, pulling him closer. “I can do that.”
Chekov/Sulu - It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness; that is life
It should not be this way. Pavel has done everything perfectly. He has not made a mistake. He is sure of it. Yet he must have because it has not been successful. There is only space where a person should have been, and he can still hear the rapid thump-thump of his heartbeat roaring in his ears as he stares at the emptiness.
“You are needed elsewhere, Ensign Chekov.”
He blinks but does not look away from the spot where the woman should have been. “It is better if I stay here,” he says firmly.
“Kirk and Spock are rescuing Captain Pike. You are needed on the bridge.”
Pavel frowns and glances to his side. “I have made a mistake, Lieutenant Sulu. I should stay.”
“You didn’t make a mistake,” Sulu tells him. “It’s possible to do everything right and still lose.”
“She is not here. That is my fault,” Pavel reminds him. “I could not save her. I am weak and do not belong on the bridge.”
Sulu studies him intently before he shakes his head. “That isn’t weakness, Chekov. It’s life. Besides, you saved me and Kirk earlier, as well as the others who did make it here. Now go to the bridge and get to work.”
Pavel wants to argue but can hear the firm determination in Sulu’s voice. “You are impossible,” he says with a frown as he stands up. He takes another look at the empty spot before he follows Sulu to the bridge.
Kirk/McCoy - "Now's as good a time as any to tell you. Your ceiling is hideous."
Jim is still trying to catch his breath as he falls to the bed beside Bones. His body is sticky and wet, covered in a sheen of sweat, saliva, and come, and he probably should be going to take a shower instead of panting like he’s just run a marathon. And that, actually, is a rather appropriate comparison to sex with Bones if tonight is anything to go by. Damn, he hopes it is because it’s been amazing.
Bones shifts beside him, and Jim rolls over onto his side towards him. He stares at Bones and grins, knowing that he must look ridiculous but not really caring. This is a big step for them. A huge step. Maybe even bigger than when they had found themselves dating, since that had sort of snuck up on them without either of them really noticing until they’d already been doing it for months. Yeah, they might both be geniuses but they’re obviously clueless when it comes to relationships.
“You’re staring.” Bones arches a brow and glances at him.
“So what if I am?” Jim leans over and presses a wet kiss against Bones’ chest.
Bones rolls his eyes before he looks at Jim with a serious expression. “We need to talk.”
Jim’s easy smile fades slightly at Bones’ tone. “We do?”
"Now's as good a time as any to tell you, Jim,” Bones says slowly, drawling out his words in a way that seems to take him twice as long to say them. “Your ceiling is hideous."
“What?” Jim blinks dumbly as Bones starts to laugh. “You asshole.” He moves quickly, straddling Bones and pinning him to the mattress, no longer feeling lazy and sated. “That isn’t funny.”
“Yeah, it was,” Bones challenges, smirking up at him as he starts to tickle Jim, knowing exactly where to move his fingers to get a reaction.
“My ceiling is beautiful,” Jim says, catching Bones’ hands and kissing him before he can argue.
Kirk/McCoy - "A lie is a poor way to say hello."
When Jim hears the sound of the doors opening, he turns to see Bones stepping over the threshold. “I don’t want to talk to you,” Jim tells him curtly.
“A lie is a poor way to say hello, Jim.” Bones ignores him, as usual, and crosses the Observation Deck.
“I came here to be alone, Bones.” Jim glares, not that it has any affect on Bones.
“I don’t count. Isn’t that what you always say?” Bones gives him that ‘I’m a stubborn bastard, too’ look as he leans against the wall beside Jim.
“Why are you here? You hate this deck,” Jim mutters. While Bones has worked through his fears, mostly, he generally avoids coming here, where it’s almost floor to ceiling windows showing the deep space around them. For him to come here, it’s got to be important. Jim isn’t really in the mood to be flattered at the thought that he’s important enough.
“It isn’t your fault,” Bones says simply. Jim tenses and looks away from him. When he feels Bones’ arm nudge his, he bites the inside of his cheek. “Jim, you can’t blame yourself.”
“Why not?” He closes his eyes and is immediately taken back to the recent expedition on Bwort IV. He can practically feel the humidity and heavy atmosphere that made it difficult to breathe as the landing party explored. “I wasn’t careful enough, Bones. Barrett died, and I couldn’t help her. I should have paid more attention, should have noticed--“
“What, Jim? How could you have predicted an earthquake?” Bones snorts. “She died on my table. If anyone should be playing this blame game, it’s me. You managed to get her out and bring her back here.”
Jim opens his eyes and looks at Bones. “Stop it,” he says sharply. “This isn’t a contest. She’s the first crew member that we’ve lost since beginning the mission, Bones. I held her in my arms, watched her struggle to stay alive, had to wash her blood off my hands. I know that she had internal bleeding and was living on borrowed time just to make it back here, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel responsible. Just like you do.” He stares at Bones and suddenly understands how difficult it must be to deal with life and death constantly the way that Bones does.
Bones tilts his head and smiles wryly. “Would you believe me if I say it gets easier?”
“No,” Jim murmurs. “Anyway, you know that you can’t lie to me, Bones.”
“Damn it, Jim.” Bones shakes his head. “I was drunk when I told you that. A gentleman would just forget about it.”
“Don’t really think I’m much of a gentleman.” Jim looks at him and leans over to kiss Bones before he can think about it. It’s awkward and messy and maybe more than a little desperate, but Bones starts to kiss him back and it gets a lot better. When they break apart, Jim touches Bones’ face. “Help me deal with it?”
“Yeah,” Bones agrees gruffly, pulling him closer. “I can do that.”