Trek Ficlets: Various | TNG, XI | Various pairings | PG | 1/1 each
Condensing headers again (and there will be a lot more of that! :p) to spare your f-lists.
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Author's Notes: All written for fandom_stocking. None are part of any particular fic 'verse.
Title | Series | Character/Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompt/Summary
Complexities | ST: TNG | Data (/Geordi, /Deanna) | PG | 351 w | Data contemplates emotion and friendship.
What surprises Data most about his sudden understanding of the complexities of emotion when his chip is finally installed and activated is that his friendships with several of his colleagues have been more than just that, for quite a long time.
His longstanding comradeship with Commander LaForge--Geordi--has transcended the simplicity of a traditional friendship, and grown into what might be considered a bonded companionship. He feels this, deep in his gut--another unfamiliar sensation--and knows that if something were to part them, the potential exists for a brief system-wide failure. Geordi has been the Watson to his Holmes, and Holmes simply could not function without his Boswell. He... needs him.
And then there is Deanna. Deanna has been such a good friend, understanding his growth as a person even more than he himself ever could, even now. She has been supportive in so many of his endeavors, his experiments and initiatives. She was there when he malfunctioned in response to sensitivity to a multi-phasic alien entity, and she continued to stand by his side even after he attacked her while in the course of a walking dream-state.
In a way, her gentle friendship has been a balm to him, and he wishes--yes, wishes--that there could be more between them. While his feelings do not quite approach what he now knows he felt for Tasha, he knows them for what they are now. If she were not once again involved with Commander Riker, Data would seriously consider pursuing a romantic relationship with her. He will settle for their friendship, though, so long as he can remain close to her, protect her and support her in any way he can.
It is more complicated and multi-layered than he ever expected to find the spectrum of human emotion, where his friendships are concerned, but continuing to explore and attempt to understand them is a necessary course of action if he wants to continue to grow as a person. Finalizing a particular subroutine in the emotion program, he wonders if his friends will be free for a poker game later in the evening.
~*~*~
Foolish Heroics | ST XI | Kirk/McCoy | PG | 285 w | Leonard hates seeing Jim injured.
Leonard hates seeing Jim like this, all prone and sedated, sleeping off the effects of the medication and recovering silently from the latest set of injuries. It's a side of his Captain that he despises, the outright blind faith the man has in every situation to turn out okay, even when his own life is on the line. The way he leaps without looking is scary as hell, and when he invariably winds up like this, it's all Leonard can do to keep him alive, patch him up and lecture him on the merits of thinking first and letting security do their jobs.
And then Jim stirs, long hours after the surgery is over, his damned long eyelashes fluttering and his freakishly-blue eyes opening to stare right at him. A slow smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, waiting for the energy to grow into a full smirk, and all that anger drains out of Leonard in one quick moment. "Hey, Bones," Jim says, and Leonard's well-planned speech on those merits of caution dissolves into so much grumbling about damned foolish heroics.
As much as Leonard wants to smack that growing smirk right off his face, he can't. Instead, all he manages is to do is lean close, grab that face in his hands, and kiss him hotly, his insides churning with relief that Jim will live to do something stupid another day, that he won't be checking out today, won't leave Leonard alone here in this damned tin can in space. And afterward, he whispers harshly in Jim's ear, "Don't you ever scare me like that again."
"Noted, Bones. Noted," Jim answers, and Leonard is all too happy to take what he can get.
~*~*~
Evening Routine | ST XI | Spock/Uhura | PG | 165 w | It's Uhura's favorite secret.
It's one of Nyota's favorite secrets about their relationship, the thing that no one knows besides the two of them. That deep in the evenings, when they're both done with their work for the day--assuming it's been an uneventful day--they spend a few moments in the quiet of either of their quarters, simply being, sharing that time in peaceful meditation. It's nothing more complicated than that, nothing salacious, certainly nothing that could even make their seventeen-year-old navigator blush.
And when it's time to part ways for the night, the two of them never spending the night together out of mutual agreement, they share a simple kiss, sweet and soft, the hot press of Spock's lips to hers and vice-versa. They touch fingertips, a spark of electricity between them, and trade quiet, knowing smiles reserved just for one another before they bid each other goodnight.
It's a serene daily routine, certainly nothing to brag about, but Nyota is glad to share it with Spock.
~*~*~
Disclaimer: Paramount and CBS own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: All written for fandom_stocking. None are part of any particular fic 'verse.
Title | Series | Character/Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompt/Summary
Complexities | ST: TNG | Data (/Geordi, /Deanna) | PG | 351 w | Data contemplates emotion and friendship.
What surprises Data most about his sudden understanding of the complexities of emotion when his chip is finally installed and activated is that his friendships with several of his colleagues have been more than just that, for quite a long time.
His longstanding comradeship with Commander LaForge--Geordi--has transcended the simplicity of a traditional friendship, and grown into what might be considered a bonded companionship. He feels this, deep in his gut--another unfamiliar sensation--and knows that if something were to part them, the potential exists for a brief system-wide failure. Geordi has been the Watson to his Holmes, and Holmes simply could not function without his Boswell. He... needs him.
And then there is Deanna. Deanna has been such a good friend, understanding his growth as a person even more than he himself ever could, even now. She has been supportive in so many of his endeavors, his experiments and initiatives. She was there when he malfunctioned in response to sensitivity to a multi-phasic alien entity, and she continued to stand by his side even after he attacked her while in the course of a walking dream-state.
In a way, her gentle friendship has been a balm to him, and he wishes--yes, wishes--that there could be more between them. While his feelings do not quite approach what he now knows he felt for Tasha, he knows them for what they are now. If she were not once again involved with Commander Riker, Data would seriously consider pursuing a romantic relationship with her. He will settle for their friendship, though, so long as he can remain close to her, protect her and support her in any way he can.
It is more complicated and multi-layered than he ever expected to find the spectrum of human emotion, where his friendships are concerned, but continuing to explore and attempt to understand them is a necessary course of action if he wants to continue to grow as a person. Finalizing a particular subroutine in the emotion program, he wonders if his friends will be free for a poker game later in the evening.
~*~*~
Foolish Heroics | ST XI | Kirk/McCoy | PG | 285 w | Leonard hates seeing Jim injured.
Leonard hates seeing Jim like this, all prone and sedated, sleeping off the effects of the medication and recovering silently from the latest set of injuries. It's a side of his Captain that he despises, the outright blind faith the man has in every situation to turn out okay, even when his own life is on the line. The way he leaps without looking is scary as hell, and when he invariably winds up like this, it's all Leonard can do to keep him alive, patch him up and lecture him on the merits of thinking first and letting security do their jobs.
And then Jim stirs, long hours after the surgery is over, his damned long eyelashes fluttering and his freakishly-blue eyes opening to stare right at him. A slow smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, waiting for the energy to grow into a full smirk, and all that anger drains out of Leonard in one quick moment. "Hey, Bones," Jim says, and Leonard's well-planned speech on those merits of caution dissolves into so much grumbling about damned foolish heroics.
As much as Leonard wants to smack that growing smirk right off his face, he can't. Instead, all he manages is to do is lean close, grab that face in his hands, and kiss him hotly, his insides churning with relief that Jim will live to do something stupid another day, that he won't be checking out today, won't leave Leonard alone here in this damned tin can in space. And afterward, he whispers harshly in Jim's ear, "Don't you ever scare me like that again."
"Noted, Bones. Noted," Jim answers, and Leonard is all too happy to take what he can get.
~*~*~
Evening Routine | ST XI | Spock/Uhura | PG | 165 w | It's Uhura's favorite secret.
It's one of Nyota's favorite secrets about their relationship, the thing that no one knows besides the two of them. That deep in the evenings, when they're both done with their work for the day--assuming it's been an uneventful day--they spend a few moments in the quiet of either of their quarters, simply being, sharing that time in peaceful meditation. It's nothing more complicated than that, nothing salacious, certainly nothing that could even make their seventeen-year-old navigator blush.
And when it's time to part ways for the night, the two of them never spending the night together out of mutual agreement, they share a simple kiss, sweet and soft, the hot press of Spock's lips to hers and vice-versa. They touch fingertips, a spark of electricity between them, and trade quiet, knowing smiles reserved just for one another before they bid each other goodnight.
It's a serene daily routine, certainly nothing to brag about, but Nyota is glad to share it with Spock.
~*~*~