Ficlet dump! random redonk Kirk, some Uhura/Gaila, and more Wild West AU
This first one I literally typed into the IM window without warning. possibly_thrice didn't complain so I guess it doesn't suck too much. :P
Jim+McCoy, 184 words, PG for language
"Listen, Captain Pike is under a lot of stress," Jim says. "He needs someone to help him relax; to take away the pain and loneliness of command."
"From what I remember of the staff meeting this morning," Bones says, "what Pike wants most is for the senior officers to file their paperwork on time."
Jim waves his hand dismissively. "I do that, too," he says. "I am a master of paperwork. But no, Bones, this is something deeper. More profound. A sacred duty, if you will."
"Oh lord," says Bones.
"It's not like Spock's gonna do it," Jim points out.
Bones shakes his head. "I'm not gonna bother talking your pretty head out of this one," he says. "I'll just get a heating pad ready for when Pike kicks you out on your ass."
Jim squeezes Bones' shoulder manfully, yet with compassion. "It's the little things like that," he says with a sniff, "that get me through the day. Doesn't Pike deserve the same care and devotion?"
"I'll get two pads," Bones says, and ambles away before Jim can force him into a hug.
I forget the prompt for this one (there was a picture, I think,) but I'm fairly sure I didn't fill it adequately. Whoops. >>
Uhura POV, Uhura/+Gaila, 260 words, PG-13 for corset!
"Gaila, it doesn't fit," Nyota says for the third time. She's barely tempering her frustration but Gaila takes no notice. Nyota hasn't determined yet if Gaila is uncognizant of the peculiarities of human expression (unlikely, as she is, by her own admission, a master manipulator, although she does have a peculiar blind spot when it comes to females) or if she is deliberately ignoring Nyota's paralanguage.
Gaila bites her lip, tugging at the fringe tickling Nyota's upper thigh. "You're not squishy enough," she says. "I don't understand why you insist on being so small." She slides her fingers underneath the hem of the corset, then follows with her whole hand just to prove a point.
Nyota slaps at the intruding limb. "It's not a choice, Gaila! I'm just built this way! I can't bloat myself up with sugarwater like you can."
"Maybe you should ingest more lipids, then," says Gaila, and persists until Nyota grabs her wrist.
Nyota tugs more sharply than she intended to and winces at the way Gaila's skin slides too easily over bone and muscle.
Gaila withdraws without crying out but makes a point of examining the ring of bruises under the desk lamp. She prods at the delicate splatters of purplish-grey and rolls her shoulders away from Nyota, eyes lambent and pathetic.
Nyota knows she should be hard-hearted about it-she suspects that Gaila has some measure of control over dermal discoloration-but the theatrics are effective. "I'm sorry," she says, and lowers her head obediently when Gaila presents the wound for a medicinal kiss.
This is another snippet of the Wild West AU. The missing plot is thus: Pike tries to escape his captors and is wounded, so the Kirks kidnap a doctor to tend to him.
McCoy POV, Pike+McCoy/Kirk, implied incest, PG-13, 432 words
He's barely finished rinsing the pus and blood off his hands from changing Pike's poultice when the pup comes in, pausing in the mouth of the cave like he can burn his silhouette into the backs of Leonard's eyeballs.
"How about going on a little stroll with me, Dr. McCoy?" he says cheerily.
Leonard glares. With that fool criminal standing there it's dark as sin, and don't think Leonard ain't noticed how fitting that choice of word is. It's also fitting how the brightest thing in the cave is Kirk's gun, flashing soft and mottled along the wooden grip. He polishes that thing an awful lot and, though Leonard don't want to reflect on this too much, the euphemistic meaning holds true, too: it weren't Pike's fever moans that woke him up last night (weren't just the younger Kirk's moans, neither.)
"What kind of stroll is this gonna be?" Leonard asks. "The kind that ends with a hole in the head?"
Kirk clucks at him and sways forward like he's a saloon girl, but instead of petticoats he's got holsters on his hips.
"Now, sweetheart," he says, cajoling. "What good's a dead doctor?"
"What good's a doctor who leaves his patient's side?" Leonard shoots back. He sounds sharp enough but his belly's quailing. He'd give anything to have a corner to curl up in like Pike.
There's a rustle from the dirt next to him: Pike shifting on the pallet. "I assume that Miss Pike has arranged for the ransom to be paid," he rasps.
The brim of Kirk's hat, just a black line across the yellow cave mouth, dips in a nod. "She's coming for to carry you home," he says. He sounds like he's smiling, but whether that's because he's thinking of the gold he's about to get or because he likes Negro spirituals, Leonard don't know. Kirk's a queer one. "Ma and I, we want this to be as smooth a transaction as possible," he continues. "And that means getting all the complications out the way. So, Doc, let's take a walk." His voice goes not hard, exactly, but unanswerable, like a surgeon calling for boiling water and a nurse with steady nerves.
Leonard's heard that tone a lot these past few days and knows there ain't nothing for him to do count the clanks of spurs as Kirk steps forward.
The sunlight sneaks in behind him as he takes hold of Leonard's hands. Leonard squints and when he looks again, Kirk is feathered white all around the edges, smiling like an angel as he lays rope to wrist.
The Wild West AU is continued here.
Jim+McCoy, 184 words, PG for language
"Listen, Captain Pike is under a lot of stress," Jim says. "He needs someone to help him relax; to take away the pain and loneliness of command."
"From what I remember of the staff meeting this morning," Bones says, "what Pike wants most is for the senior officers to file their paperwork on time."
Jim waves his hand dismissively. "I do that, too," he says. "I am a master of paperwork. But no, Bones, this is something deeper. More profound. A sacred duty, if you will."
"Oh lord," says Bones.
"It's not like Spock's gonna do it," Jim points out.
Bones shakes his head. "I'm not gonna bother talking your pretty head out of this one," he says. "I'll just get a heating pad ready for when Pike kicks you out on your ass."
Jim squeezes Bones' shoulder manfully, yet with compassion. "It's the little things like that," he says with a sniff, "that get me through the day. Doesn't Pike deserve the same care and devotion?"
"I'll get two pads," Bones says, and ambles away before Jim can force him into a hug.
I forget the prompt for this one (there was a picture, I think,) but I'm fairly sure I didn't fill it adequately. Whoops. >>
Uhura POV, Uhura/+Gaila, 260 words, PG-13 for corset!
"Gaila, it doesn't fit," Nyota says for the third time. She's barely tempering her frustration but Gaila takes no notice. Nyota hasn't determined yet if Gaila is uncognizant of the peculiarities of human expression (unlikely, as she is, by her own admission, a master manipulator, although she does have a peculiar blind spot when it comes to females) or if she is deliberately ignoring Nyota's paralanguage.
Gaila bites her lip, tugging at the fringe tickling Nyota's upper thigh. "You're not squishy enough," she says. "I don't understand why you insist on being so small." She slides her fingers underneath the hem of the corset, then follows with her whole hand just to prove a point.
Nyota slaps at the intruding limb. "It's not a choice, Gaila! I'm just built this way! I can't bloat myself up with sugarwater like you can."
"Maybe you should ingest more lipids, then," says Gaila, and persists until Nyota grabs her wrist.
Nyota tugs more sharply than she intended to and winces at the way Gaila's skin slides too easily over bone and muscle.
Gaila withdraws without crying out but makes a point of examining the ring of bruises under the desk lamp. She prods at the delicate splatters of purplish-grey and rolls her shoulders away from Nyota, eyes lambent and pathetic.
Nyota knows she should be hard-hearted about it-she suspects that Gaila has some measure of control over dermal discoloration-but the theatrics are effective. "I'm sorry," she says, and lowers her head obediently when Gaila presents the wound for a medicinal kiss.
This is another snippet of the Wild West AU. The missing plot is thus: Pike tries to escape his captors and is wounded, so the Kirks kidnap a doctor to tend to him.
McCoy POV, Pike+McCoy/Kirk, implied incest, PG-13, 432 words
He's barely finished rinsing the pus and blood off his hands from changing Pike's poultice when the pup comes in, pausing in the mouth of the cave like he can burn his silhouette into the backs of Leonard's eyeballs.
"How about going on a little stroll with me, Dr. McCoy?" he says cheerily.
Leonard glares. With that fool criminal standing there it's dark as sin, and don't think Leonard ain't noticed how fitting that choice of word is. It's also fitting how the brightest thing in the cave is Kirk's gun, flashing soft and mottled along the wooden grip. He polishes that thing an awful lot and, though Leonard don't want to reflect on this too much, the euphemistic meaning holds true, too: it weren't Pike's fever moans that woke him up last night (weren't just the younger Kirk's moans, neither.)
"What kind of stroll is this gonna be?" Leonard asks. "The kind that ends with a hole in the head?"
Kirk clucks at him and sways forward like he's a saloon girl, but instead of petticoats he's got holsters on his hips.
"Now, sweetheart," he says, cajoling. "What good's a dead doctor?"
"What good's a doctor who leaves his patient's side?" Leonard shoots back. He sounds sharp enough but his belly's quailing. He'd give anything to have a corner to curl up in like Pike.
There's a rustle from the dirt next to him: Pike shifting on the pallet. "I assume that Miss Pike has arranged for the ransom to be paid," he rasps.
The brim of Kirk's hat, just a black line across the yellow cave mouth, dips in a nod. "She's coming for to carry you home," he says. He sounds like he's smiling, but whether that's because he's thinking of the gold he's about to get or because he likes Negro spirituals, Leonard don't know. Kirk's a queer one. "Ma and I, we want this to be as smooth a transaction as possible," he continues. "And that means getting all the complications out the way. So, Doc, let's take a walk." His voice goes not hard, exactly, but unanswerable, like a surgeon calling for boiling water and a nurse with steady nerves.
Leonard's heard that tone a lot these past few days and knows there ain't nothing for him to do count the clanks of spurs as Kirk steps forward.
The sunlight sneaks in behind him as he takes hold of Leonard's hands. Leonard squints and when he looks again, Kirk is feathered white all around the edges, smiling like an angel as he lays rope to wrist.
The Wild West AU is continued here.