Star Trek AOS Ficlets -- Various Titles and Ratings
- Write down the names of 10 characters.
- Write a fic of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. James Kirk
2. Winona Kirk
3. Gaila
4. Madeline (shown here)
5. Leonard McCoy
6. Spock
7. Nyota Uhura
8. Christopher Pike
9. Janice Rand
10. Victoria Slater (shown in my icon, and here)
Notes: Okay, so I know the meme said to just write 15 words, but I got a bit carried away in some areas. The longer stories will have their own little headers visible before the cut.
Disclaimer: Star Trek, its characters, plot, and all related products belong to Gene Roddenberry, Paramount Pictures, Bad Robot, etc. No profit is being made from these fan creations. No copyright infringement is intended.
A Sartemian Kiss
Characters: Spock/Madeline
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Words: 164
Spock's skin was warm under Madeline's experimental touch, flushed and contrasting well with her room's purple walls. She let her fingertips tighten around his nipple, pinching until only the green tip was visible. Leaning in, she brushed the tip of it with her tongue, gradually enveloping it into her mouth.
A nip was all it took for his control to fail for the shortest second of her life. His shiver wound its way down his back and over to Madeline, reaching inside of her and doing away with her own hesitations. The piercing, sweet scent of the incense that she was burning was so strong that it permeated Spock's taste.
“I would appreciate more contact.” It was all the okay she needed to push him down to her bed. The outside of his lips were chapped and rough against her tongue, giving way slowly to a brush of insistent tongue against tongue, her lower body climbing on top of his and pushing down slowly. A Sartemian kiss.
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Graveyard Gossip
Characters: Uhura
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Words: 136
It was the anniversary of her grandmother's death, and Nyota found herself in the graveyard where she'd been buried. Instead of bringing flowers, like her brothers and sister, she had spent half of the day cooking up a proper batch of mandazi, struggling through the various burnt results until a few came out looking exactly like the sort her grandmother had made.
She had placed the plate of food onto her grandmother's grave, and curled her legs under her as if she were preparing to hear a story. This time, however, Nyota was the storyteller, and her grandmother the listener. She told her all about her time her application to Starfleet, her choice to serve among the stars, and her handsome new instructor.
Even though she didn't hear a response, Nyota was sure her grandmother approved.
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An Inconvenient Truth
Characters: Pike/Kirk
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Words: 567
Everything would've been fine if it hadn't been for some big mouth on the ship of cons Chris had been forced to beam aboard. Nobody on the ship knew about Jim's past. All they'd known was that he'd been on a stranded vessel, and it was their duty to help stranded Federation citizens whenever it was possible. And Jim had made sure it would've been possible: if not for the Enterprise, than for another ship.
He'd been picked up, and spent long enough with the crew that nobody bothered escorting him places anymore. If it was his ship, the security would've been better, but really, it wasn't as though Jim could complain. It made it easier for Jim to work through the access codes, and download Federation encryptions.
Making pie couldn't have been easier.
Until a warbird had stranded a prisoner ship, and Captain Chris, in his infinite caution, had decided to interview each prisoner. He'd said it was to try to get a better feel for what happened to the ship, whether the ship's records were accurate. Jim had decided that while that seemed logical, he'd have to keep a wide birth, in case someone recognized him.
Well, not everything could go well for Jim. He'd entered a turbolift without looking, and unfortunately two redshirts and a prisoner were in there. Gary, his old team member, had smiled at him in a way that made Jim's dinner threaten to come rushing out.
His head had spun, and he struggled to work out an alternate escape plan: knock out the guards, bribe Gary, and the two of them would climb the service shaft away from the lift. He'd hide his PADD, do away with the evidence, and sneak away before Gary could take a cut of his profits.
Okay, so it was a sketchy new plan, but it could work. Jim had taken a deep breath, readying himself to take out the guard nearest him first, when Gary kicked him backwards. Jim blinked, moving to fight back, but the guards held Gary safely away -- long enough for that rat Mitchell to spill the beans.
Which was why the renowned hacker, Jim Kirk, was staring straight across at Captain Chris Pike, his hands bound behind him. The bindings were uncomfortably secure.
"Why did you do it?" Chris asked.
In his hand was Jim's PADD. He knew this was an interrogation - Number One had made that quite clear to both him and the computer that was recording him - but Chris seemed for all the world like he'd caught Jim fucking someone else. He wasn't stupid enough to admit to stealing, so Jim figured he'd just bide his time.
“Why?” He leaned back in his chair, pretending to muse on it. "Well, man, I've fucked less attractive men before. And you're good, really."
When Chris' eyes narrowed, Jim smiled. If he was going to go down in flames, he sure as hell was going to make sure the Federation Captain went with him. “You know what I mean. Answer the question.”
Jim lifted his eyes, making sure he caught those of Number One and the other man, a Vulcan named Spock.
"A better question is why you didn't notice. I must have really blown your mind."
Chris started to counter, but Number One's cool voice over-rode him, determined to get something from their prisoner. She rattled off more questions which he coolly ignored.
Apparently his silence was more aggravating than his chatting: Jim watched Chris' brows draw tighter together in annoyance, and smiled wider.
He'd never tell Chris the truth; he'd never say that he fucked him because Chris made him feel at home for the first time since he'd left his uncle's, because Chris had given him a chance when no one else would, that he'd bedded him because Jim had a choice in the matter, and wasn't forced to fuck for payment.
He wouldn't tell him, because Jim was now going to have to work twice as hard to get off of their ship. And if Chris was going to fuck with his plans, than he'd screw him over in return. And he could forget about the lube.
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What Happens On Odarion
Characters: Spock/Gaila/Janice Rand
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Words: 34
It was decided, with much protesting from Gaila, that they would never mention the planet Odarion again. Even if it was just to brag about the best sex any of them had ever had.
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Transporter Accidents Are Like A Box Of Chocolates
Characters: Jim, Spock, Scotty, Gaila
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Words: 191
In his two years in charge of the Enterprise, Jim's seen some strange transporter accidents. He strode towards the platform, and bent to pick up the black cat that had appeared in Spock's place. It nuzzled against Jim's neck, purring against the slow pressure of Jim's hand. Apparently Spock liked to be petted.
“Oh, he's cute!” Gaila hurried forward, a bright smile on her face. Her fingers joined Jim's in caressing the-kitten-that-was-Spock. Spock rolled slightly along Jim's chest, exposing his stomach. Gaila squealed.
“Aye lass, but why is he cute?” Scotty strode forward, frowning over Jim's shoulders. “That's got to be what the Captain wants to know.”
“Yeah,” Jim said. “Right.” His First Officer shouldn't be a cat, even if he was so cute they could all get a toothache from him.
Gaila sighed and pulled Spock away from Jim, the soft feline leaving a soothing memory of sensation along Jim's neck. She stuck her tongue out at them. “You're no fun.”
Yeah, Jim had seen a lot of strange situations. Still, Jim thought, his fingers rubbing against his neck, this problem took the cake.
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A Strange Moon
Characters: McCoy, Victoria
Rating: R
Warnings: Gore, Murder
Words: 524
Shaking fingers crept along pavement towards a solo phaser, glistening in the wet night. It was just out of reach, the inches seeming like a mile with Victoria's cut arm. Her head buzzed, her pulse thundering, but she couldn't give into the bile rising in her throat.
She had to pretend to be dead, keep her breathing even, and move in short spurts so that she wouldn't attract the attention of the large creature hunkered only feet away. Hunkered down over a body which Victoria could only hope was already dead.
The wolf-like monster was making enough wet ripping noises to give her some small bit of cover. With any luck, she could down the creature before it finished eating Ensign Aine. Not that it would save her life, even if she was still alive: no, it was far too late for that. Simply that if it were her, Victoria would want something left of herself for her family to mourn.
Though she just might be in Aine's shoes herself if she wasn't quick enough on her feet, and her aim wasn't good enough. She had to down the creature before he realized that Victoria had only been knocked down, not out. The rain had worked to her advantage so far, but it wasn't guaranteed to last, not on a planet where so little was known about the indigenous people.
The thing lifted its claws, as if it were trying to keep Aine's ribs in place while it's muzzle buried itself just under them. Again vomit rushed to her mouth, but Victoria swallowed it down. She had to focus. She had to reach.
She would down the creature, but not kill him. Victoria forced herself to remember that it wasn't some obscure alien predator. It was Doctor McCoy, the same man who'd healed her time after time, the same man that kept the captain in line when even Commander Spock couldn't.
McCoy was still in there. Something had just gone horrifically wrong once they'd reached the planet.
Straining until her fingers burned, she managed to press her index finger onto her phaser and drag it closer. Her breathing sped up; she would be alright as soon as she had her phaser, she just knew it.
It was almost to her when it got caught in a pothole, making a soft splash and then a scraping noise as she tugged with all of her fingers' might to get it out of the puddle, blood dripping down her fingers and making her fingers slip along the phaser's surface.
Despite training, Victoria couldn't prevent herself from gasping for air in the harsh rain, couldn't stop her hand from sliding off of the phaser and accidentally levering it in the other direction. Hearing the noises, the creature stopped slurping at Aine, holding unnaturally still. She threw herself into the grab for the phaser, lunging towards it and spinning onto her back to face the wolf.
McCoy turned and launched himself at her while she scrambled to set the thing to 'Stun.' Nerves made her fingers slow, and he was on her before the proper setting could click into place.
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Sickbay Situations
Characters: McCoy/Janice
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Abortion
Words: 606
Janice looked everywhere but at Leonard McCoy's face. The biobed he was leaning on was much more interesting, she'd decided. The biobed where she'd first heard the news: she was pregnant.
She'd spent two days considering her options. She just wasn't ready for a baby. She wasn't ready for her choice to serve among the stars, for her chance to see the sights of the universe, to be taken from her. She was only twenty six, and wouldn't return home with her head hung low. Janice wouldn't give her mother the satisfaction.
She wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction. As if she didn't hear the whispers about what yeoman were good for, and how she must've slept her way to the best ship in the fleet. Janice told herself daily that she was stronger than the rumors.
Of course, Janice told herself, sneaking out to the sickbay didn't mean she was being weak. It just meant that she wasn't keen on more rumors spreading. Which apparently hadn't helped any, since Leonard had managed to be the only one around, despite Christine promising her otherwise.
Well, that was just wonderful. She'd have to have to have a talk with her once the meeting was over. "Yeoman Rand," Leonard said. "Janice."
She looked up, finally, and met his eyes. They were staring her down, and she looked away again. This time she noticed that he was out of his uniform, and that he had shadows heavy under his eyes. She was sure that if she came closer she could smell the bourbon on him that he used to relax. "Care to tell me why you're taking a midnight stroll through my sickbay?"
No, no she didn't care to share, not really. She wasn't about to inform Leonard of the fact that a transporter accident had interfered with her birth control, and she certainly wasn't going to remind him of the times they'd slept together during that month where they'd managed to make it two weeks without a Code Red Alert.
"I came to talk to Christine," she said. It was true. Something flashed in Leonard's eyes, and he was up and near her in a second.
"Dammit, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? I--" Here he stopped to gesticulate with his hands. It was good, because Janice wasn't sure she would be able to hear him much longer, with how hard her pulse was pounding. She worked to convince herself not to cry. This was supposed to be simple.
"It's not your body, Leonard."
But he wasn't done. He gestured some more, rage seeming to have made his eyebrows wise into his hairline, his words coming out in an insistent growl. "Kids like me! I've got one of my own, for God's sake."
If it were any other time, she would've laughed. Only his own daughter liked him, and Leonard darn well knew that. "Please, just let this go."
He pursed his lips, relaxed them, and then let his whole body tighten up and unwind. It looked like something he'd learned from the Captain. Janice thought it would be easiest to cut him off before he worked himself up even more, before more tears started spilling out of her eyes. "I'm just not ready yet."
Leonard watched her at length, his sharp edges slowly fading, until he pulled her to his chest. He did smell like bourbon, but Janice didn't care. They didn't talk, just rocked while she cried. Leonard still didn't seem too happy about it, but when they broke apart he called for Christine to come over. He held Janice's hand the whole time.
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Survivor
Characters: Pike/Winona
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: battle scars
Words: 103
At first, Winona hadn't wanted to talk about what she'd seen over there, in the Empire. She didn't want to explain about the fresh set of scars she now bore, and no amount of cajoling from their Captain would get her to reveal the details of the other dimension that she found irrelevant. She'd survived, and that was all that matter.
She'd keep surviving.
Pike knew it, and that was why he hadn't bothered to ask her about it when he'd come to her that night. Instead, he'd held her in his arms, licking her scars and reminding her that she was alive.
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One Hell Of A Hangover
Characters: McCoy, Victoria
Rating: R
Warnings: Gore, Murder
Words: 415
Notes: Follows "A Strange Moon."
It was dawn when McCoy woke up, his body trembling as he shifted back to his human form. Victoria watched from the corner, her right shoulder wrapped from where he'd bitten her right before she'd managed to get a shot in. Even though she saw that he didn't seem dangerous, she still kept her phaser locked on him and clenched in her left hand.
Perhaps Victoria should have found his body's change to be compelling, should have mentally logged the characteristics for research when and if they returned to the Enterprise.
Instead, she was tired, stiff, and her body burned. All she could bring herself to do was stare as he ended up naked and soaked, despite the fact that they'd been out of the rain for hours.
He groaned, and Vicki tried to stretch her body, attempting to walk over and instead falling to the ground beside him. "Dammit, what --" He rolled onto his back, his fingers reaching up to brush the dried blood from his lips. Bits of gore were stuck in his teeth; Aine's flesh flashed back at her as he spoke.
"It's morning," Victoria said. "We're safe, for now." She'd managed to drag his prone, wolf-like body to an abandoned warehouse, to keep them from stumbling onto any unfriendly inhabitants, but that was as far as they'd gotten. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to grab what was left of Aine, even though she'd covered her with some tree branches.
It wouldn't last for long, though. Their enemies were probably still out there, and McCoy would have to look at her shoulder, as soon as he was lucid.
He glanced from his hand to Victoria and back, before promptly rolling onto his side and vomiting. Victoria politely didn't look, just murmured reassuring things with a hand on his shoulder until his stomach calmed itself, and he stopped shaking so hard that she was afraid he was going into shock.
Finally, his forehead pressed to the pavement, McCoy spoke again. "Wanna tell me what happened?"
There was nothing Victoria wanted to do less than recount the previous night, but she did so in a professional voice. Not for him, not for herself, but for Ensign Aine and the rest of the landing party. For their memory, and perhaps because she hoped that if they both put their minds to it, they could figure out what had gone wrong with the transporter, how to connect with the Enterprise, and how to get off the piece of dirt they were on.
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A Million Ways To Die
Characters: Winona, Gaila
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character Death
Words: 141
Struggling to tell her a message for her son, Winona rasped for extra air. The emergency lights of the Enterprise's engineering department made it hard for her to see her son's girlfriend, to focus on her fellow engineer. She knew Gaila was there, but she had faded into the background.
Hurry. Winona had to hurry. She wanted Jim to know she loved him, that she'd tell his father hello, but Gaila wasn't listening. Instead, she was leaning over her, telling Winona that they'd taken-out the enemy ship, that help was on the way.
But Winona had been in enough scrapes to know that a pipe through her stomach was the way she was gonna go. Using a bit of remaining energy, she lifted her hand to silence her. Gaila grabbed it, and held onto it while Winona parsed out a goodbye.
- Write a fic of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. James Kirk
2. Winona Kirk
3. Gaila
4. Madeline (shown here)
5. Leonard McCoy
6. Spock
7. Nyota Uhura
8. Christopher Pike
9. Janice Rand
10. Victoria Slater (shown in my icon, and here)
Notes: Okay, so I know the meme said to just write 15 words, but I got a bit carried away in some areas. The longer stories will have their own little headers visible before the cut.
Disclaimer: Star Trek, its characters, plot, and all related products belong to Gene Roddenberry, Paramount Pictures, Bad Robot, etc. No profit is being made from these fan creations. No copyright infringement is intended.
A Sartemian Kiss
Characters: Spock/Madeline
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Words: 164
Spock's skin was warm under Madeline's experimental touch, flushed and contrasting well with her room's purple walls. She let her fingertips tighten around his nipple, pinching until only the green tip was visible. Leaning in, she brushed the tip of it with her tongue, gradually enveloping it into her mouth.
A nip was all it took for his control to fail for the shortest second of her life. His shiver wound its way down his back and over to Madeline, reaching inside of her and doing away with her own hesitations. The piercing, sweet scent of the incense that she was burning was so strong that it permeated Spock's taste.
“I would appreciate more contact.” It was all the okay she needed to push him down to her bed. The outside of his lips were chapped and rough against her tongue, giving way slowly to a brush of insistent tongue against tongue, her lower body climbing on top of his and pushing down slowly. A Sartemian kiss.
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Graveyard Gossip
Characters: Uhura
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Words: 136
It was the anniversary of her grandmother's death, and Nyota found herself in the graveyard where she'd been buried. Instead of bringing flowers, like her brothers and sister, she had spent half of the day cooking up a proper batch of mandazi, struggling through the various burnt results until a few came out looking exactly like the sort her grandmother had made.
She had placed the plate of food onto her grandmother's grave, and curled her legs under her as if she were preparing to hear a story. This time, however, Nyota was the storyteller, and her grandmother the listener. She told her all about her time her application to Starfleet, her choice to serve among the stars, and her handsome new instructor.
Even though she didn't hear a response, Nyota was sure her grandmother approved.
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An Inconvenient Truth
Characters: Pike/Kirk
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Words: 567
Everything would've been fine if it hadn't been for some big mouth on the ship of cons Chris had been forced to beam aboard. Nobody on the ship knew about Jim's past. All they'd known was that he'd been on a stranded vessel, and it was their duty to help stranded Federation citizens whenever it was possible. And Jim had made sure it would've been possible: if not for the Enterprise, than for another ship.
He'd been picked up, and spent long enough with the crew that nobody bothered escorting him places anymore. If it was his ship, the security would've been better, but really, it wasn't as though Jim could complain. It made it easier for Jim to work through the access codes, and download Federation encryptions.
Making pie couldn't have been easier.
Until a warbird had stranded a prisoner ship, and Captain Chris, in his infinite caution, had decided to interview each prisoner. He'd said it was to try to get a better feel for what happened to the ship, whether the ship's records were accurate. Jim had decided that while that seemed logical, he'd have to keep a wide birth, in case someone recognized him.
Well, not everything could go well for Jim. He'd entered a turbolift without looking, and unfortunately two redshirts and a prisoner were in there. Gary, his old team member, had smiled at him in a way that made Jim's dinner threaten to come rushing out.
His head had spun, and he struggled to work out an alternate escape plan: knock out the guards, bribe Gary, and the two of them would climb the service shaft away from the lift. He'd hide his PADD, do away with the evidence, and sneak away before Gary could take a cut of his profits.
Okay, so it was a sketchy new plan, but it could work. Jim had taken a deep breath, readying himself to take out the guard nearest him first, when Gary kicked him backwards. Jim blinked, moving to fight back, but the guards held Gary safely away -- long enough for that rat Mitchell to spill the beans.
Which was why the renowned hacker, Jim Kirk, was staring straight across at Captain Chris Pike, his hands bound behind him. The bindings were uncomfortably secure.
"Why did you do it?" Chris asked.
In his hand was Jim's PADD. He knew this was an interrogation - Number One had made that quite clear to both him and the computer that was recording him - but Chris seemed for all the world like he'd caught Jim fucking someone else. He wasn't stupid enough to admit to stealing, so Jim figured he'd just bide his time.
“Why?” He leaned back in his chair, pretending to muse on it. "Well, man, I've fucked less attractive men before. And you're good, really."
When Chris' eyes narrowed, Jim smiled. If he was going to go down in flames, he sure as hell was going to make sure the Federation Captain went with him. “You know what I mean. Answer the question.”
Jim lifted his eyes, making sure he caught those of Number One and the other man, a Vulcan named Spock.
"A better question is why you didn't notice. I must have really blown your mind."
Chris started to counter, but Number One's cool voice over-rode him, determined to get something from their prisoner. She rattled off more questions which he coolly ignored.
Apparently his silence was more aggravating than his chatting: Jim watched Chris' brows draw tighter together in annoyance, and smiled wider.
He'd never tell Chris the truth; he'd never say that he fucked him because Chris made him feel at home for the first time since he'd left his uncle's, because Chris had given him a chance when no one else would, that he'd bedded him because Jim had a choice in the matter, and wasn't forced to fuck for payment.
He wouldn't tell him, because Jim was now going to have to work twice as hard to get off of their ship. And if Chris was going to fuck with his plans, than he'd screw him over in return. And he could forget about the lube.
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What Happens On Odarion
Characters: Spock/Gaila/Janice Rand
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Words: 34
It was decided, with much protesting from Gaila, that they would never mention the planet Odarion again. Even if it was just to brag about the best sex any of them had ever had.
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Transporter Accidents Are Like A Box Of Chocolates
Characters: Jim, Spock, Scotty, Gaila
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Words: 191
In his two years in charge of the Enterprise, Jim's seen some strange transporter accidents. He strode towards the platform, and bent to pick up the black cat that had appeared in Spock's place. It nuzzled against Jim's neck, purring against the slow pressure of Jim's hand. Apparently Spock liked to be petted.
“Oh, he's cute!” Gaila hurried forward, a bright smile on her face. Her fingers joined Jim's in caressing the-kitten-that-was-Spock. Spock rolled slightly along Jim's chest, exposing his stomach. Gaila squealed.
“Aye lass, but why is he cute?” Scotty strode forward, frowning over Jim's shoulders. “That's got to be what the Captain wants to know.”
“Yeah,” Jim said. “Right.” His First Officer shouldn't be a cat, even if he was so cute they could all get a toothache from him.
Gaila sighed and pulled Spock away from Jim, the soft feline leaving a soothing memory of sensation along Jim's neck. She stuck her tongue out at them. “You're no fun.”
Yeah, Jim had seen a lot of strange situations. Still, Jim thought, his fingers rubbing against his neck, this problem took the cake.
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A Strange Moon
Characters: McCoy, Victoria
Rating: R
Warnings: Gore, Murder
Words: 524
Shaking fingers crept along pavement towards a solo phaser, glistening in the wet night. It was just out of reach, the inches seeming like a mile with Victoria's cut arm. Her head buzzed, her pulse thundering, but she couldn't give into the bile rising in her throat.
She had to pretend to be dead, keep her breathing even, and move in short spurts so that she wouldn't attract the attention of the large creature hunkered only feet away. Hunkered down over a body which Victoria could only hope was already dead.
The wolf-like monster was making enough wet ripping noises to give her some small bit of cover. With any luck, she could down the creature before it finished eating Ensign Aine. Not that it would save her life, even if she was still alive: no, it was far too late for that. Simply that if it were her, Victoria would want something left of herself for her family to mourn.
Though she just might be in Aine's shoes herself if she wasn't quick enough on her feet, and her aim wasn't good enough. She had to down the creature before he realized that Victoria had only been knocked down, not out. The rain had worked to her advantage so far, but it wasn't guaranteed to last, not on a planet where so little was known about the indigenous people.
The thing lifted its claws, as if it were trying to keep Aine's ribs in place while it's muzzle buried itself just under them. Again vomit rushed to her mouth, but Victoria swallowed it down. She had to focus. She had to reach.
She would down the creature, but not kill him. Victoria forced herself to remember that it wasn't some obscure alien predator. It was Doctor McCoy, the same man who'd healed her time after time, the same man that kept the captain in line when even Commander Spock couldn't.
McCoy was still in there. Something had just gone horrifically wrong once they'd reached the planet.
Straining until her fingers burned, she managed to press her index finger onto her phaser and drag it closer. Her breathing sped up; she would be alright as soon as she had her phaser, she just knew it.
It was almost to her when it got caught in a pothole, making a soft splash and then a scraping noise as she tugged with all of her fingers' might to get it out of the puddle, blood dripping down her fingers and making her fingers slip along the phaser's surface.
Despite training, Victoria couldn't prevent herself from gasping for air in the harsh rain, couldn't stop her hand from sliding off of the phaser and accidentally levering it in the other direction. Hearing the noises, the creature stopped slurping at Aine, holding unnaturally still. She threw herself into the grab for the phaser, lunging towards it and spinning onto her back to face the wolf.
McCoy turned and launched himself at her while she scrambled to set the thing to 'Stun.' Nerves made her fingers slow, and he was on her before the proper setting could click into place.
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Sickbay Situations
Characters: McCoy/Janice
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Abortion
Words: 606
Janice looked everywhere but at Leonard McCoy's face. The biobed he was leaning on was much more interesting, she'd decided. The biobed where she'd first heard the news: she was pregnant.
She'd spent two days considering her options. She just wasn't ready for a baby. She wasn't ready for her choice to serve among the stars, for her chance to see the sights of the universe, to be taken from her. She was only twenty six, and wouldn't return home with her head hung low. Janice wouldn't give her mother the satisfaction.
She wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction. As if she didn't hear the whispers about what yeoman were good for, and how she must've slept her way to the best ship in the fleet. Janice told herself daily that she was stronger than the rumors.
Of course, Janice told herself, sneaking out to the sickbay didn't mean she was being weak. It just meant that she wasn't keen on more rumors spreading. Which apparently hadn't helped any, since Leonard had managed to be the only one around, despite Christine promising her otherwise.
Well, that was just wonderful. She'd have to have to have a talk with her once the meeting was over. "Yeoman Rand," Leonard said. "Janice."
She looked up, finally, and met his eyes. They were staring her down, and she looked away again. This time she noticed that he was out of his uniform, and that he had shadows heavy under his eyes. She was sure that if she came closer she could smell the bourbon on him that he used to relax. "Care to tell me why you're taking a midnight stroll through my sickbay?"
No, no she didn't care to share, not really. She wasn't about to inform Leonard of the fact that a transporter accident had interfered with her birth control, and she certainly wasn't going to remind him of the times they'd slept together during that month where they'd managed to make it two weeks without a Code Red Alert.
"I came to talk to Christine," she said. It was true. Something flashed in Leonard's eyes, and he was up and near her in a second.
"Dammit, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? I--" Here he stopped to gesticulate with his hands. It was good, because Janice wasn't sure she would be able to hear him much longer, with how hard her pulse was pounding. She worked to convince herself not to cry. This was supposed to be simple.
"It's not your body, Leonard."
But he wasn't done. He gestured some more, rage seeming to have made his eyebrows wise into his hairline, his words coming out in an insistent growl. "Kids like me! I've got one of my own, for God's sake."
If it were any other time, she would've laughed. Only his own daughter liked him, and Leonard darn well knew that. "Please, just let this go."
He pursed his lips, relaxed them, and then let his whole body tighten up and unwind. It looked like something he'd learned from the Captain. Janice thought it would be easiest to cut him off before he worked himself up even more, before more tears started spilling out of her eyes. "I'm just not ready yet."
Leonard watched her at length, his sharp edges slowly fading, until he pulled her to his chest. He did smell like bourbon, but Janice didn't care. They didn't talk, just rocked while she cried. Leonard still didn't seem too happy about it, but when they broke apart he called for Christine to come over. He held Janice's hand the whole time.
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Survivor
Characters: Pike/Winona
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: battle scars
Words: 103
At first, Winona hadn't wanted to talk about what she'd seen over there, in the Empire. She didn't want to explain about the fresh set of scars she now bore, and no amount of cajoling from their Captain would get her to reveal the details of the other dimension that she found irrelevant. She'd survived, and that was all that matter.
She'd keep surviving.
Pike knew it, and that was why he hadn't bothered to ask her about it when he'd come to her that night. Instead, he'd held her in his arms, licking her scars and reminding her that she was alive.
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One Hell Of A Hangover
Characters: McCoy, Victoria
Rating: R
Warnings: Gore, Murder
Words: 415
Notes: Follows "A Strange Moon."
It was dawn when McCoy woke up, his body trembling as he shifted back to his human form. Victoria watched from the corner, her right shoulder wrapped from where he'd bitten her right before she'd managed to get a shot in. Even though she saw that he didn't seem dangerous, she still kept her phaser locked on him and clenched in her left hand.
Perhaps Victoria should have found his body's change to be compelling, should have mentally logged the characteristics for research when and if they returned to the Enterprise.
Instead, she was tired, stiff, and her body burned. All she could bring herself to do was stare as he ended up naked and soaked, despite the fact that they'd been out of the rain for hours.
He groaned, and Vicki tried to stretch her body, attempting to walk over and instead falling to the ground beside him. "Dammit, what --" He rolled onto his back, his fingers reaching up to brush the dried blood from his lips. Bits of gore were stuck in his teeth; Aine's flesh flashed back at her as he spoke.
"It's morning," Victoria said. "We're safe, for now." She'd managed to drag his prone, wolf-like body to an abandoned warehouse, to keep them from stumbling onto any unfriendly inhabitants, but that was as far as they'd gotten. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to grab what was left of Aine, even though she'd covered her with some tree branches.
It wouldn't last for long, though. Their enemies were probably still out there, and McCoy would have to look at her shoulder, as soon as he was lucid.
He glanced from his hand to Victoria and back, before promptly rolling onto his side and vomiting. Victoria politely didn't look, just murmured reassuring things with a hand on his shoulder until his stomach calmed itself, and he stopped shaking so hard that she was afraid he was going into shock.
Finally, his forehead pressed to the pavement, McCoy spoke again. "Wanna tell me what happened?"
There was nothing Victoria wanted to do less than recount the previous night, but she did so in a professional voice. Not for him, not for herself, but for Ensign Aine and the rest of the landing party. For their memory, and perhaps because she hoped that if they both put their minds to it, they could figure out what had gone wrong with the transporter, how to connect with the Enterprise, and how to get off the piece of dirt they were on.
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A Million Ways To Die
Characters: Winona, Gaila
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character Death
Words: 141
Struggling to tell her a message for her son, Winona rasped for extra air. The emergency lights of the Enterprise's engineering department made it hard for her to see her son's girlfriend, to focus on her fellow engineer. She knew Gaila was there, but she had faded into the background.
Hurry. Winona had to hurry. She wanted Jim to know she loved him, that she'd tell his father hello, but Gaila wasn't listening. Instead, she was leaning over her, telling Winona that they'd taken-out the enemy ship, that help was on the way.
But Winona had been in enough scrapes to know that a pipe through her stomach was the way she was gonna go. Using a bit of remaining energy, she lifted her hand to silence her. Gaila grabbed it, and held onto it while Winona parsed out a goodbye.