Genre Drabbles, Round 2
bookfaye wanted K/S in the Reboot 'verse, and I have delivered! (Gotta love a day off.)
Adventure
Jim was having some trouble standing still. In fairness, though, he wasn’t really trying.
“Our first planet, Mr. Spock.” There was no response but the whir of the ‘lift and a single raised eyebrow. “It’s been weeks of travel and then more weeks of charting star systems-”
“Those charts, Captain, will provide many useful-”
“Oh, come off it, you know what I mean. We finally get to go planetside! It’s completely different. It’s what I signed up for: adventure.”
Spock didn’t answer, but Jim saw his lips twitch and grinned back at him.
He freakin’ loved his job.
Angst
“It is necessary.”
“It’s bullshit.” Jim seized Spock’s hand, ignoring his lover’s flinch. “You’re not really going to . . .”
“My people have need of me.”
“I have need of you. After all this, they need you now?”
“I am sorry; there is no other option. My father tells me he has already chosen my bondmate.”
“Spock.” Jim could hear the tears in his own voice. He didn’t care.
“The needs of the many must outweigh the needs of the few, t’hy’la.” Spock reached up to touch Jim’s lips softly. “Or the one.”
Without another word, he turned away.
Drama
“Klingons off the starboard bow, Captain.”
Kirk’s hands tightened on the arms of his chair. This was supposed to be a milk run to drop off some supplies at one of the science colonies. It wasn’t supposed to be a run-in with five Warbirds, a sickeningly real repeat of the Kobayashi Maru.
“Another Varbird to stern.” His crew was seconds away from panicking; he couldn’t blame them. “Ve are surrounded.”
Be easy, t’hy’la. The words washed through him, calming him, and he sat up straighter.
Because he’d never believed in no-win scenarios, and he’s sure as hell wasn’t starting now.
Fantasy
Spock strode into camp and handed off his sword. It had been a long campaign, and did not look to end anytime soon. News of a prisoner was a welcome diversion.
“He was found at the outskirts of camp-” his lieutenant began as soon as they entered the tent, but was immediately dismissed.
Such a strange appearance. The clothes fit unusually tightly. Escaped chattel, then, likely from a harem, though gold and black were no clan colors he knew.
Blue eyes stared widely above the lush, gagged mouth, and Spock reached out to trace an oddly rounded ear.
“Fascinating.”
Friendship
Spock stared at the chessboard, too astounded at the loss to properly school his own expression. Then Kirk laughed, and he brought himself back under control.
“A well-played game, Captain.”
“Oh, come on.” Kirk grinned. “I beat you, fair and square, so you have to use my name. That was the deal.”
Spock lifted an eyebrow and began to reset the board, resolving to go over the game when he meditated that night. “Indeed, Jim.” He glanced up and hitched his eyebrow a fraction higher. “I will simply call you Captain again next week.”
The grin grew wider. “Next week.”
Horror
Scans revealed no life on the planet’s surface, though its oceans teemed with it. There was no reason to be concerned.
The landing party had only missed their check-in by five point three six minutes.
There was no reason to be concerned.
“I have contact from the away team,” Uhura said suddenly, relief clear in her voice. “It’s Kirk.”
“Patch it through here.” Spock flipped a switch on the chair’s arm. “Captain?”
“Spock.” It was Kirk’s voice, but it did not sound as it should. It sounded . . . wet. “Spock . . .”
“Yes, Captain?”
“Spock. Come down.”
Humor
Jim had the mother of all migraines building behind his eyes, and his shift wasn’t even half-over. First shift, he corrected; with Spock out of commission he was pulling double duty. He prayed to anything that was listening for McCoy to figure out what had happened soon, so that things could get back to passably normal.
“All right, Sulu.” He stepped into the helmsman’s quarters with a sigh. “What’s the trouble now?”
“Spock, why don’t you tell the Captain what you told me?”
Four-year-old eyes glowered up at him. “Naps are illogical.”
Jim squeezed his eyes closed and prayed again.
Hurt/Comfort
Vulcans were not meant to dream; their control over mind and body should be adequate to quell the process.
Spock was only half-Vulcan. And Spock dreamed.
It was already half-forgotten by the time he woke. The planet collapsing around him. His mother, falling. Then the ship, torn apart from the inside out, and Jim falling, fallen, broken in his arms.
He woke in a familiar embrace, gentle hands smoothing sweat-soaked hair back from his brow and a comforting mind stroking his own. Spock clung to his mate and let himself be soothed. Let himself be loved.
“T’hy’la.”
“Shh. I’m here.”
Mystery
Spock was not going to panic; he would not allow his emotions to triumph over reason. His bondmate was being held by Starfleet Command, charged with treason. Jim had no alibi for the night that the transmissions were made, and even his lawyer seemed dubious that he would be acquitted.
He would approach this problem logically, starting first with the incontrovertible facts.
Jim could not have done this. Spock knew it as surely as he knew that a hammer would fall in positive gravity.
He merely had to prove what was, to him, as doubtless as the laws of physics.
Parody
“Damn it!” Kirk was trying valiantly to assemble a flare cannon, but it was becoming painfully clear that part of the kit was missing. “Spock, please tell me you’re familiar with this model and know what we need.”
Spock took a moment to study, then sat back with a nod. “Indeed, Captain. It appears that ignition requires a precise mix of chemicals: cellulose, petroleum, acetic acid and triazine.”
“Great,” Kirk groaned. “Where the hell are we going to find something like that?”
Spock glanced meaningfully at his shirt. Kirk blinked, then glowered, then stripped.
“You could’ve just asked,” he grumbled.
Romance
Their fingers brushed constantly, if accidentally. Jim did his best to ignore it, to keep himself from focusing on the little surge of electricity that he felt whenever their skin touched. Tried to pretend that it didn’t leave him wanting more.
He thought he’d been doing a pretty good job of it, too. Which made him rather confused as to why Spock was currently cupping his face in both hands and kissing him senseless.
“What was that?” Jim asked when he could breathe again.
“A kiss that you would not be able to ignore.”
Jim smiled, and their hands linked.
Suspense
It had been nearly ten minutes since either of them said anything. Finally Jim broke the silence.
“Did you love her?”
Spock looked like he was actively considering it. “I am unsure,” he said at last, and Jim clapped him on the arm.
“Then you didn’t. Trust me, when the love bug bites you you’ll know it.”
Spock’s eyebrow winged up. “Love bug?”
Jim laughed. “You’ll be fine. Here, I’ll replicate you a hot chocolate. Captain’s orders.”
“May I ask a personal query, Jim?”
“Of course.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
Jim’s hands stilled, and his eyes closed.
“Jim?”
As per usual, first to comment gets to pick the fandom/pairing. Your choices:
Adventure
Jim was having some trouble standing still. In fairness, though, he wasn’t really trying.
“Our first planet, Mr. Spock.” There was no response but the whir of the ‘lift and a single raised eyebrow. “It’s been weeks of travel and then more weeks of charting star systems-”
“Those charts, Captain, will provide many useful-”
“Oh, come off it, you know what I mean. We finally get to go planetside! It’s completely different. It’s what I signed up for: adventure.”
Spock didn’t answer, but Jim saw his lips twitch and grinned back at him.
He freakin’ loved his job.
Angst
“It is necessary.”
“It’s bullshit.” Jim seized Spock’s hand, ignoring his lover’s flinch. “You’re not really going to . . .”
“My people have need of me.”
“I have need of you. After all this, they need you now?”
“I am sorry; there is no other option. My father tells me he has already chosen my bondmate.”
“Spock.” Jim could hear the tears in his own voice. He didn’t care.
“The needs of the many must outweigh the needs of the few, t’hy’la.” Spock reached up to touch Jim’s lips softly. “Or the one.”
Without another word, he turned away.
Drama
“Klingons off the starboard bow, Captain.”
Kirk’s hands tightened on the arms of his chair. This was supposed to be a milk run to drop off some supplies at one of the science colonies. It wasn’t supposed to be a run-in with five Warbirds, a sickeningly real repeat of the Kobayashi Maru.
“Another Varbird to stern.” His crew was seconds away from panicking; he couldn’t blame them. “Ve are surrounded.”
Be easy, t’hy’la. The words washed through him, calming him, and he sat up straighter.
Because he’d never believed in no-win scenarios, and he’s sure as hell wasn’t starting now.
Fantasy
Spock strode into camp and handed off his sword. It had been a long campaign, and did not look to end anytime soon. News of a prisoner was a welcome diversion.
“He was found at the outskirts of camp-” his lieutenant began as soon as they entered the tent, but was immediately dismissed.
Such a strange appearance. The clothes fit unusually tightly. Escaped chattel, then, likely from a harem, though gold and black were no clan colors he knew.
Blue eyes stared widely above the lush, gagged mouth, and Spock reached out to trace an oddly rounded ear.
“Fascinating.”
Friendship
Spock stared at the chessboard, too astounded at the loss to properly school his own expression. Then Kirk laughed, and he brought himself back under control.
“A well-played game, Captain.”
“Oh, come on.” Kirk grinned. “I beat you, fair and square, so you have to use my name. That was the deal.”
Spock lifted an eyebrow and began to reset the board, resolving to go over the game when he meditated that night. “Indeed, Jim.” He glanced up and hitched his eyebrow a fraction higher. “I will simply call you Captain again next week.”
The grin grew wider. “Next week.”
Horror
Scans revealed no life on the planet’s surface, though its oceans teemed with it. There was no reason to be concerned.
The landing party had only missed their check-in by five point three six minutes.
There was no reason to be concerned.
“I have contact from the away team,” Uhura said suddenly, relief clear in her voice. “It’s Kirk.”
“Patch it through here.” Spock flipped a switch on the chair’s arm. “Captain?”
“Spock.” It was Kirk’s voice, but it did not sound as it should. It sounded . . . wet. “Spock . . .”
“Yes, Captain?”
“Spock. Come down.”
Humor
Jim had the mother of all migraines building behind his eyes, and his shift wasn’t even half-over. First shift, he corrected; with Spock out of commission he was pulling double duty. He prayed to anything that was listening for McCoy to figure out what had happened soon, so that things could get back to passably normal.
“All right, Sulu.” He stepped into the helmsman’s quarters with a sigh. “What’s the trouble now?”
“Spock, why don’t you tell the Captain what you told me?”
Four-year-old eyes glowered up at him. “Naps are illogical.”
Jim squeezed his eyes closed and prayed again.
Hurt/Comfort
Vulcans were not meant to dream; their control over mind and body should be adequate to quell the process.
Spock was only half-Vulcan. And Spock dreamed.
It was already half-forgotten by the time he woke. The planet collapsing around him. His mother, falling. Then the ship, torn apart from the inside out, and Jim falling, fallen, broken in his arms.
He woke in a familiar embrace, gentle hands smoothing sweat-soaked hair back from his brow and a comforting mind stroking his own. Spock clung to his mate and let himself be soothed. Let himself be loved.
“T’hy’la.”
“Shh. I’m here.”
Mystery
Spock was not going to panic; he would not allow his emotions to triumph over reason. His bondmate was being held by Starfleet Command, charged with treason. Jim had no alibi for the night that the transmissions were made, and even his lawyer seemed dubious that he would be acquitted.
He would approach this problem logically, starting first with the incontrovertible facts.
Jim could not have done this. Spock knew it as surely as he knew that a hammer would fall in positive gravity.
He merely had to prove what was, to him, as doubtless as the laws of physics.
Parody
“Damn it!” Kirk was trying valiantly to assemble a flare cannon, but it was becoming painfully clear that part of the kit was missing. “Spock, please tell me you’re familiar with this model and know what we need.”
Spock took a moment to study, then sat back with a nod. “Indeed, Captain. It appears that ignition requires a precise mix of chemicals: cellulose, petroleum, acetic acid and triazine.”
“Great,” Kirk groaned. “Where the hell are we going to find something like that?”
Spock glanced meaningfully at his shirt. Kirk blinked, then glowered, then stripped.
“You could’ve just asked,” he grumbled.
Romance
Their fingers brushed constantly, if accidentally. Jim did his best to ignore it, to keep himself from focusing on the little surge of electricity that he felt whenever their skin touched. Tried to pretend that it didn’t leave him wanting more.
He thought he’d been doing a pretty good job of it, too. Which made him rather confused as to why Spock was currently cupping his face in both hands and kissing him senseless.
“What was that?” Jim asked when he could breathe again.
“A kiss that you would not be able to ignore.”
Jim smiled, and their hands linked.
Suspense
It had been nearly ten minutes since either of them said anything. Finally Jim broke the silence.
“Did you love her?”
Spock looked like he was actively considering it. “I am unsure,” he said at last, and Jim clapped him on the arm.
“Then you didn’t. Trust me, when the love bug bites you you’ll know it.”
Spock’s eyebrow winged up. “Love bug?”
Jim laughed. “You’ll be fine. Here, I’ll replicate you a hot chocolate. Captain’s orders.”
“May I ask a personal query, Jim?”
“Of course.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
Jim’s hands stilled, and his eyes closed.
“Jim?”
As per usual, first to comment gets to pick the fandom/pairing. Your choices:
- Star Trek: Kirk/Spock, McCoy/Chekov, Uhura/Chapel (please specify preference re: TOS, Reboot, and/or Mirrorverse)
- Supernatural: Sam/Dean (PLEASE NOTE that I have never actually sat down and written anything for this fandom, and I'm way behind having only seen through the first few episodes of Season 4. But it sounds like fun, so what the hell.)
- RPS: Pine/Quinto (please see above, but replace "I'm way behind" with "I know nothing about these two but what I've read in fanfic.)
- Sherlock Holmes: Holmes/Watson
- Doctor Who: Doctor/Rose
- Torchwood: Jack Ianto (I've written one thing for this pairing, but hey, it's Torchwood. Can't be too terribly hard. Right?)
- Crossover crackiness: Kaylee/Scotty (IDEK. Blame the_deep_magic .)