repost for the masterlist: prompt!fic wherein Jim finds out that Pike and Chekov....
possibly_thrice prompted me with: "Jim finding out that Pike and Chekov are father and son. It doesn't have to be true, but Jim has to believe it to be true with all his poor abused heart."
PG for profanity, 316 words, Jim + Chekov + Uhura
"So... what do you think I should do?" Chekov asks, his beautiful eyes, so young and innocent, so distraught and unsure, glimmering with the faintest hint of tears.
Jim lays his hand solemnly on the square, skinny shoulder, holding back his own manful emotions. "You should tell him that you know," Jim says, and his voice is strong and steady because this is a joyous moment, really. Sure, things are a little complicated, and it's all very sudden, but a father and son are being reunited, and that's wonderful. Jim is going to be happy for Pike and Chekov. He's going to ignore all the terrible ideas in his head, the dark and jealous thoughts about Pike and Chekov going fishing, or playing catch with a baseball, or hotboxing the botany lab, or whatever it is fathers and sons do. It's not like Jim has any personal experience to draw from.
After a few more supportive words and a pat to the shoulder, Jim slinks away to Amazonia. He's slouched on the neon pink beanbag, playing MarioKart and losing when Uhura wanders in. "Hey," Uhura says as she folds herself up on the cushion next to him, preoccupied with whatever vocabulary game she's playing on her PADD.
"Hey," Jim answers, and falls off Rainbow Road for the fifth time.
"Wow, you sound glum," Uhura says. "I thought you'd be having a great time today. What's the matter, did someone get the drop on you?"
"Huh?" says Jim, scowling at the green shell that just came out of nowhere.
"It's April Fool's," says Uhura.
Jim stares at the screen, which has just gone dark with a large, red "12th place!" blinking in the middle. His character, Baby Peach, sobs hysterically.
"SON OF A BITCH."
"Sheesh, it's just a video game," Uhura mutters, and doesn't bother to look up when Jim throws down the controller and runs off.
PG for profanity, 316 words, Jim + Chekov + Uhura
"So... what do you think I should do?" Chekov asks, his beautiful eyes, so young and innocent, so distraught and unsure, glimmering with the faintest hint of tears.
Jim lays his hand solemnly on the square, skinny shoulder, holding back his own manful emotions. "You should tell him that you know," Jim says, and his voice is strong and steady because this is a joyous moment, really. Sure, things are a little complicated, and it's all very sudden, but a father and son are being reunited, and that's wonderful. Jim is going to be happy for Pike and Chekov. He's going to ignore all the terrible ideas in his head, the dark and jealous thoughts about Pike and Chekov going fishing, or playing catch with a baseball, or hotboxing the botany lab, or whatever it is fathers and sons do. It's not like Jim has any personal experience to draw from.
After a few more supportive words and a pat to the shoulder, Jim slinks away to Amazonia. He's slouched on the neon pink beanbag, playing MarioKart and losing when Uhura wanders in. "Hey," Uhura says as she folds herself up on the cushion next to him, preoccupied with whatever vocabulary game she's playing on her PADD.
"Hey," Jim answers, and falls off Rainbow Road for the fifth time.
"Wow, you sound glum," Uhura says. "I thought you'd be having a great time today. What's the matter, did someone get the drop on you?"
"Huh?" says Jim, scowling at the green shell that just came out of nowhere.
"It's April Fool's," says Uhura.
Jim stares at the screen, which has just gone dark with a large, red "12th place!" blinking in the middle. His character, Baby Peach, sobs hysterically.
"SON OF A BITCH."
"Sheesh, it's just a video game," Uhura mutters, and doesn't bother to look up when Jim throws down the controller and runs off.