Progression
Title: Progression (A Series of Commentfics)
Author: ladyblahblah
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: Chapel/Uhura
Rating: G
Disclaimer: What do you mean, this proof of ownership isn't valid? You say Gene Roddenberry, J.J. Abrams, and Paramount's names are just scribbled over and ladyblahblah is written over it in crayon? WELL FINE. Okay, no, I don't own any of this, and I'm not making any profit from it. I . . . I hope you're happy now. T_T
Summary: A series of commentfics about how friendship changes to something more
Author's Note: After the Uhura/Bones/Chapel madness that I, um . . . may have started, I started talking with bandearg_rois about the hotness that is this pairing. The rest of it . . . just kind of happened?
Christine is all soft and traditionally feminine despite her iron fucking will, and Uhura is all fierce control and steely determination.
Christine blushes easily, drat her fair complexion. Uhura just thinks it's funny until the first time it happens when the two of them touch. Everything changes after that.
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Christine has the most maddening, helpless crush on Uhura. She tries to hide it, but there are times she just can't manage. Most people on board seem to think that all the times they caught her watching Uhura during shore leave, she was actually pining over Spock. (Which, okay, she might have been doing that, too. A little.)
Sometimes she thinks Uhura knows, though. During the ship's last refit they hit the San Francisco clubs together, and midnight found them dancing together instead of just near each other, pressed together from chest to thighs. Christine's entire body had felt alive, almost electrified.
She wishes they hadn't had so much to drink. They haven't talked about that night since, and she's never really been sure if it's because they're avoiding it or because Uhura just doesn't remember.
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The first time they kiss, the timing probably could have been better. The away mission had gone to hell almost as soon as they beamed down, and though they'd managed to escape without any casualties, McCoy and the best members of his team have been holed up in Operating Rooms 2 and 3 for over an hour trying to stabilize the ensigns who were beamed aboard in critical condition. Uhura wants to pretend that she's loitering outside of Sickbay because of them, that she hasn't showered or changed or filed a report because she's concerned about her crewmates. She can't even remember their names. They're not why she's here.
When the Sickbay doors slide open she has to fight the urge to bolt inside. She's hardly taken one reasonably-paced step, however, when Christine rushes out into the corridor. Uhura is already moving to meet her, their bodies crashing together in a desperate embrace. Christine's face is buried in Uhura's neck and she's trembling, pulling the other woman closer.
"They wouldn't tell us anything about the rest of the away team. We didn't know if you were alive or dead, we only just got Ensign Rodriguez stabilized and Dr. McCoy told me to take a break and I was so worried Ny, I--"
Whatever else she has to say is cut off when Uhura pulls her head up and presses their lips together. Christine's mouth is soft with surprise for a moment, and Uhura's heart freezes with sudden uncertainty. Then Christine is kissing her back fiercely, hands cupping the back of Uhura's head to hold her in place. As if she'd try to get away. As if there were anywhere in the universe she'd rather be than in this too-bright corridor, with a singed uniform and skinned knees and her friend's soft, warm body in her arms.
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Author: ladyblahblah
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: Chapel/Uhura
Rating: G
Disclaimer: What do you mean, this proof of ownership isn't valid? You say Gene Roddenberry, J.J. Abrams, and Paramount's names are just scribbled over and ladyblahblah is written over it in crayon? WELL FINE. Okay, no, I don't own any of this, and I'm not making any profit from it. I . . . I hope you're happy now. T_T
Summary: A series of commentfics about how friendship changes to something more
Author's Note: After the Uhura/Bones/Chapel madness that I, um . . . may have started, I started talking with bandearg_rois about the hotness that is this pairing. The rest of it . . . just kind of happened?
Christine is all soft and traditionally feminine despite her iron fucking will, and Uhura is all fierce control and steely determination.
Christine blushes easily, drat her fair complexion. Uhura just thinks it's funny until the first time it happens when the two of them touch. Everything changes after that.
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Christine has the most maddening, helpless crush on Uhura. She tries to hide it, but there are times she just can't manage. Most people on board seem to think that all the times they caught her watching Uhura during shore leave, she was actually pining over Spock. (Which, okay, she might have been doing that, too. A little.)
Sometimes she thinks Uhura knows, though. During the ship's last refit they hit the San Francisco clubs together, and midnight found them dancing together instead of just near each other, pressed together from chest to thighs. Christine's entire body had felt alive, almost electrified.
She wishes they hadn't had so much to drink. They haven't talked about that night since, and she's never really been sure if it's because they're avoiding it or because Uhura just doesn't remember.
**********************************
The first time they kiss, the timing probably could have been better. The away mission had gone to hell almost as soon as they beamed down, and though they'd managed to escape without any casualties, McCoy and the best members of his team have been holed up in Operating Rooms 2 and 3 for over an hour trying to stabilize the ensigns who were beamed aboard in critical condition. Uhura wants to pretend that she's loitering outside of Sickbay because of them, that she hasn't showered or changed or filed a report because she's concerned about her crewmates. She can't even remember their names. They're not why she's here.
When the Sickbay doors slide open she has to fight the urge to bolt inside. She's hardly taken one reasonably-paced step, however, when Christine rushes out into the corridor. Uhura is already moving to meet her, their bodies crashing together in a desperate embrace. Christine's face is buried in Uhura's neck and she's trembling, pulling the other woman closer.
"They wouldn't tell us anything about the rest of the away team. We didn't know if you were alive or dead, we only just got Ensign Rodriguez stabilized and Dr. McCoy told me to take a break and I was so worried Ny, I--"
Whatever else she has to say is cut off when Uhura pulls her head up and presses their lips together. Christine's mouth is soft with surprise for a moment, and Uhura's heart freezes with sudden uncertainty. Then Christine is kissing her back fiercely, hands cupping the back of Uhura's head to hold her in place. As if she'd try to get away. As if there were anywhere in the universe she'd rather be than in this too-bright corridor, with a singed uniform and skinned knees and her friend's soft, warm body in her arms.
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