What is it with me and the AU's? Do I secretly want to make every universe into some sort of Judith Krantz novel?
I haven't been sleeping well lately (I think I know why, blah blah blah, it's uninteresting and sort of doesn't matter since hey, not working) but I was rewarded for this tonight by being in on the ground floor of one of those stories you didn't even know you wanted, which this time is a Star Trek:XI AU set at a fashion magazine.
See? You want to read it already.
Citylights by
atomicskull. PG-13, Kirk/McCoy, Spock/Uhura, Sulu/Chekov. The Enterprise is actually a fashion magazine and James T. Kirk is editor in chief.
(Also contains Chapel, whose presence is becoming my barometer of on-board Kirk/McCoy fic, seriously.) (Also? So glad that Kirk/McCoy doesn't have a lameass portmanteau name.)