Fic: The Threatening Darkness
Title: The Threatening Darkness
Author: miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot/Doom
Pairing: Reaper!Bones/Chekov
Challenge: 31 Days of January
Rating: R
Prompt: For theslashbunny who asked for Cynical!Bitter!Reaper!Bones/Innocent!Not-quite-pure!Chekov
Summary: There are nights when the darkness threatens to overwhelm him.
A/N: Pairings are ALL FILLED UP! Click HERE! to see what's coming up and what's been completed.
The Threatening Darkness
There are nights when the darkness threatens to overwhelm him.
He sits at his desk, staring blankly down at the PADD before him, blindly knowing that time is passing, seconds slipping by unseen. What does it matter though, he thinks dully, he no longer stands on the turning wheel of time, why should he care? The seconds don’t age him, nor do the minutes, not the hours, not the days, months, years...decades...centuries...and the millennia is unlikely to age him either.
Eventually he will have to leave, abandon the Enterprise, abandon Jim, and abandon the friends he has made, grudgingly, on this ship.
He could die, it’s not impossible after all. An explosion, expulsion out of an airlock....
Anything that would result in immediate death, anything that killed without damaging cells. He has given it a good deal of thought.
The door slides open.
He looks up, broken from his dark thoughts to see who had dared to hack through the CMO coded locks on his door. Part of him thinks it might be Jim, but that’s wishful thinking, most of him knows that it will be Pavel.
And it is.
Pavel pads into the room, all bare feet, long limbs and white pyjamas, long and loose on that slender frame. His face is open, a smile there, a smile there for him, just for him, and his heart breaks a little at the sight.
“You are brooding again.” Pavel’s voice is low as he moves over to rub his shoulders, shoulders covered in the black undershirt, “You must alvays find the downside, must keep up that vall of cynicism. Vell it does not vork vith me.”
“You’re too young...” it’s a well used argument, but it never works, and so he only delivers it half-heartedly, “Much too young.”
“Is only ten years...”
“A little more than that kid.” More like over 200...brings cradlesnatching to a whole new level.
Suddenly his chair is spun around and he has a lapful of youthful, beautiful Russian boy.
“Am not a kid.” Lips breathe into his ear, making him shiver. Pavel knows him well. “You vill not push me avay Leonard.”
And he wont, he knows it as his arms wrap around the boy, knows it as the long legs curl around him, he knows it as he lifts the younger man up and pins him against the wall, fucking him there.
He’s spent centuries fighting what he is. So it’s about time that super strength comes in handy.
Afterwards they are laying in bed, the torn white pyjamas scattered on the floor, and their naked skin pressed flesh to flesh. Pavel’s tucked securely in his embrace, and his lips are firmly pressed to that soft skin at the back of his neck.
There are nights when the darkness threatens to overwhelm him.
But as long as Pavel is with him, it never will.
Author: miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot/Doom
Pairing: Reaper!Bones/Chekov
Challenge: 31 Days of January
Rating: R
Prompt: For theslashbunny who asked for Cynical!Bitter!Reaper!Bones/Innocent!Not-quite-pure!Chekov
Summary: There are nights when the darkness threatens to overwhelm him.
A/N: Pairings are ALL FILLED UP! Click HERE! to see what's coming up and what's been completed.
The Threatening Darkness
There are nights when the darkness threatens to overwhelm him.
He sits at his desk, staring blankly down at the PADD before him, blindly knowing that time is passing, seconds slipping by unseen. What does it matter though, he thinks dully, he no longer stands on the turning wheel of time, why should he care? The seconds don’t age him, nor do the minutes, not the hours, not the days, months, years...decades...centuries...and the millennia is unlikely to age him either.
Eventually he will have to leave, abandon the Enterprise, abandon Jim, and abandon the friends he has made, grudgingly, on this ship.
He could die, it’s not impossible after all. An explosion, expulsion out of an airlock....
Anything that would result in immediate death, anything that killed without damaging cells. He has given it a good deal of thought.
The door slides open.
He looks up, broken from his dark thoughts to see who had dared to hack through the CMO coded locks on his door. Part of him thinks it might be Jim, but that’s wishful thinking, most of him knows that it will be Pavel.
And it is.
Pavel pads into the room, all bare feet, long limbs and white pyjamas, long and loose on that slender frame. His face is open, a smile there, a smile there for him, just for him, and his heart breaks a little at the sight.
“You are brooding again.” Pavel’s voice is low as he moves over to rub his shoulders, shoulders covered in the black undershirt, “You must alvays find the downside, must keep up that vall of cynicism. Vell it does not vork vith me.”
“You’re too young...” it’s a well used argument, but it never works, and so he only delivers it half-heartedly, “Much too young.”
“Is only ten years...”
“A little more than that kid.” More like over 200...brings cradlesnatching to a whole new level.
Suddenly his chair is spun around and he has a lapful of youthful, beautiful Russian boy.
“Am not a kid.” Lips breathe into his ear, making him shiver. Pavel knows him well. “You vill not push me avay Leonard.”
And he wont, he knows it as his arms wrap around the boy, knows it as the long legs curl around him, he knows it as he lifts the younger man up and pins him against the wall, fucking him there.
He’s spent centuries fighting what he is. So it’s about time that super strength comes in handy.
Afterwards they are laying in bed, the torn white pyjamas scattered on the floor, and their naked skin pressed flesh to flesh. Pavel’s tucked securely in his embrace, and his lips are firmly pressed to that soft skin at the back of his neck.
There are nights when the darkness threatens to overwhelm him.
But as long as Pavel is with him, it never will.