Bridge2Sickbay prompt fills - 25th January 2010
Below are the prompt fills for the bridge2sickbay rounds held on the 25th January 2010. This rounds theme was Household Items.
Gift Bag - Kirk, Rand (PG)
Janice looked at the squirming bag that was being held towards her by her Captain.
"Um, Rand, I think xenobio might be interested in this," Kirk said as he motioned the bag towards Janice again.
It was a bad idea on his part, the slight wave of the bag had whatever was inside it squirming even more. The sparkly green material showing odd shaped possible limbs moving around.
"Ensign?" Kirk asked, with an almost ordering tone to his voice.
Janice stepped forward to take the back from him. "Yes Sir. I will take it down to Xeniobiology straight away, Sir."
She turned and started to walk out of the Transporter room, but was stopped by Kirk speaking to her again. She turned back around, careful to keep the squirming sealed bag away from her body.
"Yes, Sir?" Janice asked, keeping her face as expressionless as possible.
"Do not under any circumstances open that bag and tell Dr Ghuerter to comm me as soon as you hand it over and give him the same instruction about opening the bag," Kirk said. He ended his little lecture with a look over his shoulder at one of the security detail that was standing on the Transporter Pad. He had been standing directly behind the Captain, hence her not noticing him until now. Dr McCoy was currently scanning the poor boy who was standing still and trying not to inhale in the orange goo that was coating his head and dripping down onto his clothes and the floor.
"It's a little, um, projectile," Kirk said. "Dismissed, Rand."
With a curt little nod, Janice left the transporter room and headed quickly towards the main Xenobiology lab. As the doors closed she heard the Captain speak again.
"Bones, remind me next time to not accept a gift bag. No matter how nicely they offer it."
***
Front-Loading Washing Machine - McCoy, Author's Choice (Scotty) (PG)
"Scotty?" McCoy said.
"Hmm, yes?" Scotty replied as he looked up from his hands.
"What is the fascination with 20th century machines? Wait. Don't answer that. I don't want to know!" McCoy said as he continued to watch the biobed scanner.
"My great grandmother, seven times removed had one of those in her kitchen," Scotty said quietly.
Scotty's statement had McCoy stopping and turning to stare at Scotty. The eyebrow of his that he normally reserved for just Jim or Spock was now making a move towards his hairline.
"A washing machine in the kitchen? No wonder you English lost the colonies if that was your thought processes," McCoy said as he turned away so that he could hide his smirk.
"Now see here, Doctor!" Scotty said loudly as he jumped off the bed and poked McCoy in the shoulder with his finger.
McCoy turned back towards him, smirk firmly in place. The sight of that stopped Scotty in mid rant about him being Scottish and not a, "Damned Sassenach!"
"You bastard, McCoy. That's for me calling you a Yankee the other week isn't it?" Scotty said crossing his arms and not pouting.
"It might be. It might be," McCoy said as he glanced back at the monitor. "You are as well as you ever are, Scotty. Now get outta my sick bay and back to that death trap you call Engineering."
"Mind, I better see you and a fine bottle of that Scotch of yours after shift," McCoy shouted as Scotty headed out the doors with a wave to indicate that he heard the order.
"Front-Loading Washing Machine! I don't want to know what is going to be next," McCoy muttered as he tidied up the biobed.
***
Poster - Keenser, Cupcake (PG)
"It hasn't been checked over, now let go of it, Ensign!" Lieutenant Burly ordered as he tugged on the cylindrical shaped object.
There was a ripping sound and Burly found himself holding one half of a poster.
"You tore kitty!" Keenser said as he grabbed the other half of the poster out of Burly's hands and stormed off towards his quarters. The two halves of the poster flapping in the air as the little creature stomped along the corridor.
Burly was just able to make out the words on the poster. "Oh Shit!" did seem appropriate to the situation.
***
Door Knob - McCoy, Jocelyn (PG)
Leonard sunk to the floor. Sliding down the door. The cool wood and smooth paint effect totally lost on him. All he could feel was the anger radiating from inside the room.
He sat on the floor, legs sprawled in front of him and one arm raised and hand gripped tightly around the door knob.
Jocelyn had forced him out of the room with the anger of her words. The vitriol almost becoming physical. He could feel the words forming a solid shape as they flowed out of her mouth with almost no pauses. Jocelyn was uncaring about the spit that was flying out and landing on him. Her normal poised and perfect actions now full of passion and untamed.
So here he was, the other side of a door. Over. Everything over. So he sat, holding onto that door knob, hoping that it would turn and open so he could try and fix things. It stayed closed all through the night.
***
Telescope - Winona, Sam (PG)
Winona adjusted her son on her lap so that he could look through the telescope lens.
"See Honey. Mommy and Daddy will be up there with all the shiny stars. Any time you want to see us, all you have to do is ask Nanna or Pop and they will bring you here so you can look up and see us." Winona resolutely held back the tears.
George Junior, Sam, squirmed in her lap as his little chubby arms tried to grab and pull the lens towards him.
"No, Sam. No pulling allowed. Gentle," Winona said as she wrapped one arm around her son and with her other arm helped him to guide the lens. She took a deep sniff of Sam's baby scent. George would regularly tease her about sniffing her son, but to her there was no sweeter smell in the world.
"Pretty!" Sam announced.
Winona laughed. "Yes they are, Honey! And one day you will be up there with us."
Winona looked up at the stars that had so fascinated her and her husband since they were children. She glanced back down at her son, at the same look of wonder in his face. She smiled.
***
Hairdryer - Pike, Number One (R)
Pike paused in his motions, the movement reflected in the mirror had distracted him.
Sheets rustled as they slid down her smooth skin, but he hadn't heard it over the noise. The view of all that skin on display is what caught his attention.
"Really, Christopher. Blow drying your hair?" She asked pointedly. That face that many thought held nary an expression, he was able to read so well. There was a hint of teasing and a hint of disapproval.
He put the dryer down and walked back to the bed, not saying a word. He climbed onto the bed and pulled the sheets a little lower so as to display her belly button to the room. Starting there he licked around the perfect inny before heading up her body. Her dark eyes watching his every movement. The only recognition he received that she was effected by his lathing of her skin was the increase in her breathing, causing her breasts to rise and fall more than normal. As he reached those he paused and looked up at her.
"We can't all be as perfect as you," he said as he took one nipple into his mouth.
***
His and His Towels - Kirk, McCoy (PG)
"Jim!" Bones yelled.
He exited the small bathroom of their dorm room, two towels in his hands.
"What on God's green earth is this?" He asked, waving them in the air.
"Oh there was a great sale on down at Mission Street. You were bitching the other week about the regulation towels not being big enough, so I splurged and got those," Jim said calmly in the face of Bones' growing anger, well used to the bluster by now.
"Jim," Bones growled.
"Yes, Bones," Jim replied, that cheeky smirk on his face that he knew would just piss Bones off even more. The day kept getting better and better, he thought.
"Jim, they say 'his' and 'his' on the damned things!" Bones hissed.
"Well, last time I checked you were a male and," Jim paused as he looked down and lifted up the top of his pants. "Yep still a male here."
"Jim!" Bones growled.
"That's my name, don't wear it out!" Jim announced to Bones' retreating back. Bones had thrown his hands up in the air, the towels flying up and down with the motion and stormed back into the bathroom.
"Fine!" Bones yelled in reply. "Which one of these stupid things am I meant to use then?"
"The pink one," Jim said as he leaned back onto his arms, waiting for Bones to stick his head around the corner and glare at him.
He wasn't disappointed.
"The! Pink! One!" Bones said, spitting out each word separately.
"Well, c'mon Bones, you know that blue is totally more my color. You would look splendid in pink, but I would look all sallow," Jim batted his eyelashes at Bones.
Bones' head disappeared, the door closed with a resounding woosh and an "unbelievable!" could be heard from the room.
Jim laughed. Mission accomplished for the day.
***
Heating Pad - Sulu, Chekov (PG)
"I am very sorry, Lieutenant," Chekov said quietly as he stood by Hikaru's bed.
"Sorry for what, Ensign?" Hikaru asked confusedly. He shifted on the bed and hissed slightly at the stiffness in his muscles. The heating pad one of the nurses had handed to him was very welcome but still couldn't remove all the pain.
"That!" Chekov said as he waved his hand towards where Hikaru was lying on the heating pad. "And please to call me Pavel, if we are to share this room for the journey back. I am very sorry about the landing you had on the pad. I should have made it easier."
Hikaru sat up, ignoring the pad.
"Pavel, you saved mine and the Captain's life. That is nothing to be sorry about," Hikaru said, "I would rather have some bruising and still muscles than what might have happened if you hadn't been so brilliant. Now sit down on that bed and tell me more about this Russia of yours. You went to the Academy back in Russia, right? Oh and call me Hikaru."
Pavel smiled a shy smile as he did as Hikaru suggested.
Gift Bag - Kirk, Rand (PG)
Janice looked at the squirming bag that was being held towards her by her Captain.
"Um, Rand, I think xenobio might be interested in this," Kirk said as he motioned the bag towards Janice again.
It was a bad idea on his part, the slight wave of the bag had whatever was inside it squirming even more. The sparkly green material showing odd shaped possible limbs moving around.
"Ensign?" Kirk asked, with an almost ordering tone to his voice.
Janice stepped forward to take the back from him. "Yes Sir. I will take it down to Xeniobiology straight away, Sir."
She turned and started to walk out of the Transporter room, but was stopped by Kirk speaking to her again. She turned back around, careful to keep the squirming sealed bag away from her body.
"Yes, Sir?" Janice asked, keeping her face as expressionless as possible.
"Do not under any circumstances open that bag and tell Dr Ghuerter to comm me as soon as you hand it over and give him the same instruction about opening the bag," Kirk said. He ended his little lecture with a look over his shoulder at one of the security detail that was standing on the Transporter Pad. He had been standing directly behind the Captain, hence her not noticing him until now. Dr McCoy was currently scanning the poor boy who was standing still and trying not to inhale in the orange goo that was coating his head and dripping down onto his clothes and the floor.
"It's a little, um, projectile," Kirk said. "Dismissed, Rand."
With a curt little nod, Janice left the transporter room and headed quickly towards the main Xenobiology lab. As the doors closed she heard the Captain speak again.
"Bones, remind me next time to not accept a gift bag. No matter how nicely they offer it."
***
Front-Loading Washing Machine - McCoy, Author's Choice (Scotty) (PG)
"Scotty?" McCoy said.
"Hmm, yes?" Scotty replied as he looked up from his hands.
"What is the fascination with 20th century machines? Wait. Don't answer that. I don't want to know!" McCoy said as he continued to watch the biobed scanner.
"My great grandmother, seven times removed had one of those in her kitchen," Scotty said quietly.
Scotty's statement had McCoy stopping and turning to stare at Scotty. The eyebrow of his that he normally reserved for just Jim or Spock was now making a move towards his hairline.
"A washing machine in the kitchen? No wonder you English lost the colonies if that was your thought processes," McCoy said as he turned away so that he could hide his smirk.
"Now see here, Doctor!" Scotty said loudly as he jumped off the bed and poked McCoy in the shoulder with his finger.
McCoy turned back towards him, smirk firmly in place. The sight of that stopped Scotty in mid rant about him being Scottish and not a, "Damned Sassenach!"
"You bastard, McCoy. That's for me calling you a Yankee the other week isn't it?" Scotty said crossing his arms and not pouting.
"It might be. It might be," McCoy said as he glanced back at the monitor. "You are as well as you ever are, Scotty. Now get outta my sick bay and back to that death trap you call Engineering."
"Mind, I better see you and a fine bottle of that Scotch of yours after shift," McCoy shouted as Scotty headed out the doors with a wave to indicate that he heard the order.
"Front-Loading Washing Machine! I don't want to know what is going to be next," McCoy muttered as he tidied up the biobed.
***
Poster - Keenser, Cupcake (PG)
"It hasn't been checked over, now let go of it, Ensign!" Lieutenant Burly ordered as he tugged on the cylindrical shaped object.
There was a ripping sound and Burly found himself holding one half of a poster.
"You tore kitty!" Keenser said as he grabbed the other half of the poster out of Burly's hands and stormed off towards his quarters. The two halves of the poster flapping in the air as the little creature stomped along the corridor.
Burly was just able to make out the words on the poster. "Oh Shit!" did seem appropriate to the situation.
***
Door Knob - McCoy, Jocelyn (PG)
Leonard sunk to the floor. Sliding down the door. The cool wood and smooth paint effect totally lost on him. All he could feel was the anger radiating from inside the room.
He sat on the floor, legs sprawled in front of him and one arm raised and hand gripped tightly around the door knob.
Jocelyn had forced him out of the room with the anger of her words. The vitriol almost becoming physical. He could feel the words forming a solid shape as they flowed out of her mouth with almost no pauses. Jocelyn was uncaring about the spit that was flying out and landing on him. Her normal poised and perfect actions now full of passion and untamed.
So here he was, the other side of a door. Over. Everything over. So he sat, holding onto that door knob, hoping that it would turn and open so he could try and fix things. It stayed closed all through the night.
***
Telescope - Winona, Sam (PG)
Winona adjusted her son on her lap so that he could look through the telescope lens.
"See Honey. Mommy and Daddy will be up there with all the shiny stars. Any time you want to see us, all you have to do is ask Nanna or Pop and they will bring you here so you can look up and see us." Winona resolutely held back the tears.
George Junior, Sam, squirmed in her lap as his little chubby arms tried to grab and pull the lens towards him.
"No, Sam. No pulling allowed. Gentle," Winona said as she wrapped one arm around her son and with her other arm helped him to guide the lens. She took a deep sniff of Sam's baby scent. George would regularly tease her about sniffing her son, but to her there was no sweeter smell in the world.
"Pretty!" Sam announced.
Winona laughed. "Yes they are, Honey! And one day you will be up there with us."
Winona looked up at the stars that had so fascinated her and her husband since they were children. She glanced back down at her son, at the same look of wonder in his face. She smiled.
***
Hairdryer - Pike, Number One (R)
Pike paused in his motions, the movement reflected in the mirror had distracted him.
Sheets rustled as they slid down her smooth skin, but he hadn't heard it over the noise. The view of all that skin on display is what caught his attention.
"Really, Christopher. Blow drying your hair?" She asked pointedly. That face that many thought held nary an expression, he was able to read so well. There was a hint of teasing and a hint of disapproval.
He put the dryer down and walked back to the bed, not saying a word. He climbed onto the bed and pulled the sheets a little lower so as to display her belly button to the room. Starting there he licked around the perfect inny before heading up her body. Her dark eyes watching his every movement. The only recognition he received that she was effected by his lathing of her skin was the increase in her breathing, causing her breasts to rise and fall more than normal. As he reached those he paused and looked up at her.
"We can't all be as perfect as you," he said as he took one nipple into his mouth.
***
His and His Towels - Kirk, McCoy (PG)
"Jim!" Bones yelled.
He exited the small bathroom of their dorm room, two towels in his hands.
"What on God's green earth is this?" He asked, waving them in the air.
"Oh there was a great sale on down at Mission Street. You were bitching the other week about the regulation towels not being big enough, so I splurged and got those," Jim said calmly in the face of Bones' growing anger, well used to the bluster by now.
"Jim," Bones growled.
"Yes, Bones," Jim replied, that cheeky smirk on his face that he knew would just piss Bones off even more. The day kept getting better and better, he thought.
"Jim, they say 'his' and 'his' on the damned things!" Bones hissed.
"Well, last time I checked you were a male and," Jim paused as he looked down and lifted up the top of his pants. "Yep still a male here."
"Jim!" Bones growled.
"That's my name, don't wear it out!" Jim announced to Bones' retreating back. Bones had thrown his hands up in the air, the towels flying up and down with the motion and stormed back into the bathroom.
"Fine!" Bones yelled in reply. "Which one of these stupid things am I meant to use then?"
"The pink one," Jim said as he leaned back onto his arms, waiting for Bones to stick his head around the corner and glare at him.
He wasn't disappointed.
"The! Pink! One!" Bones said, spitting out each word separately.
"Well, c'mon Bones, you know that blue is totally more my color. You would look splendid in pink, but I would look all sallow," Jim batted his eyelashes at Bones.
Bones' head disappeared, the door closed with a resounding woosh and an "unbelievable!" could be heard from the room.
Jim laughed. Mission accomplished for the day.
***
Heating Pad - Sulu, Chekov (PG)
"I am very sorry, Lieutenant," Chekov said quietly as he stood by Hikaru's bed.
"Sorry for what, Ensign?" Hikaru asked confusedly. He shifted on the bed and hissed slightly at the stiffness in his muscles. The heating pad one of the nurses had handed to him was very welcome but still couldn't remove all the pain.
"That!" Chekov said as he waved his hand towards where Hikaru was lying on the heating pad. "And please to call me Pavel, if we are to share this room for the journey back. I am very sorry about the landing you had on the pad. I should have made it easier."
Hikaru sat up, ignoring the pad.
"Pavel, you saved mine and the Captain's life. That is nothing to be sorry about," Hikaru said, "I would rather have some bruising and still muscles than what might have happened if you hadn't been so brilliant. Now sit down on that bed and tell me more about this Russia of yours. You went to the Academy back in Russia, right? Oh and call me Hikaru."
Pavel smiled a shy smile as he did as Hikaru suggested.