2 Trek Ficlets: Logic Aside; Memorial | TNG/XI; STIII | Data; Saavik/David | PG; R | 1/1 each
Title: Logic Aside
Fandom: Star Trek: TNG/Star Trek XI
Characters: Data
Rating: PG
Word Count: 393
Prompt: For weaselett at fandom_Stocking: [...]interaction between Spock and Data (I love that bit in unification part two)
Summary: After the death of Romulus, Data considers possibilities.
Disclaimer: Paramount and CBS own it all. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Written before I read the STXI prequel comics, so please excuse any canon errors.
Logic Aside
After the death of Romulus and the appearance of the singularity that swallowed both Nero's vessel and Spock's, Data spent a lot of time wondering at the fate of the Ambassador. A few hours too late, and an entire world had been destroyed. What had that done to the elder man's psyche? It had certainly turned Nero from ally to enemy in, for all intents and purposes, the blink of an eye, so it stood to reason that Spock must have been crushed that all his hard work had gone for naught.
All logic aside.
Data knew the terrible weight of overwhelming emotion, and just how easily that emotion could blind a person despite all attempts at control. His own control had been hard won and long earned, but even now, the loss of an entire planet, as well as his friend, seemed to squeeze his chest painfully. It was illogical, it did not seem possible, considering the durability of his construction, but nevertheless, it was there.
And Spock must have felt that weight a hundred fold, to the point that it was a mercy that he died when he did.
Unless the singularity was not what it appeared.
It had happened in the past, that such phenomena had been found to be not the average singularity, swallowing everything within its sphere of influence, but instead the entrance to a wormhole. Rare, yes, but they did exist, as a result of unstable matter at the core of the singularity. Matter such as that used in the Genesis experiment over one hundred years ago, which was surprisingly similar to the 'red matter' developed by the Vulcans.
If this was indeed the case with this phenomenon, then Spock might still be alive, along with a ship full of angry Romulans. But where? Or when? And if Spock was still alive, then he must be in horrible pain from the loss of the people he had fought so hard to save.
Clearly, it was up to Data to answer these questions, as the last person to have had contact with the Ambassador. Standing from his desk in his ready room aboard the Enterprise, he adjusted his uniform and strode out to the Bridge.
"Lieutenant, set a course for the red matter singularity," he ordered his helm officer. If Spock and Nero were indeed still alive, he and his crew would find them.
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Title: Memorial
Fandom: Star Trek III: The Search for Spock
Pairing: Saavik/David Marcus
Rating: R
Word Count: 361
Prompt: For Porn Battle IX: Saavik/David Marcus, Romulan, fingers, blood, fight, bond, snow
Summary: In the moments between David's death at the hands of the Klingons and Kirk's arrival, Saavik remembers.
Disclaimer: I *still* own nothing.
Author's Notes: The first of the Porn Battle reposts!
Memorial
After it's over, and Saavik has managed, just barely, to keep her voice under control long enough to inform the Admiral that his son is dead, she gives herself just one brief moment to look upon the body of the man she'd called friend, and indeed, lover. David's blood pools beneath him from the stab wound in his chest, steadily creeping across the ground with a crimson sheen. His eyes are wide open with shock, mouth gaping in a breath that will never come. It's morbid, but she needs to see it.
To remember.
She remembers in that infinitely drawn out moment all the things that passed between them in such a short time. Their few nights spent together aboard the Grissom. The way his fingers traced the shell of her ears from lobe to tip, gentle and reverent, and she shivered with the tendrils of his emotion that came with that touch. They way they rocked together toward completion, each finding what they needed within the other and forging a bond that grew stronger than steel so quickly.
But now that bond is broken, her... her t'hyla is dead, and her skin itches with the need to destroy those responsible, her Romulan blood demanding she take action. She must... and yet, she must keep Spock safe, see him home to the Admiral, and to Vulcan. They are outnumbered and outmatched, and any attempt to exact revenge will only be met with more death. She knows this, it is... logical. And she needs logic now if they are to survive.
Closing her eyes, she pushes the image of David's dead body and all her grief and boiling rage down, locking it away in order to focus on the here and now. Eyes open, a deep breath, and the air is hotter than before, what's left of the snow around them melting away as Genesis evolves, dies around them.
She tries not to think of the metaphor so naked in that, and is saved from the completion of her thoughts as the burning remains of the Enterprise streak through the atmosphere far above them, a memorial to the fight that is not yet over, by far.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Star Trek: TNG/Star Trek XI
Characters: Data
Rating: PG
Word Count: 393
Prompt: For weaselett at fandom_Stocking: [...]interaction between Spock and Data (I love that bit in unification part two)
Summary: After the death of Romulus, Data considers possibilities.
Disclaimer: Paramount and CBS own it all. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Written before I read the STXI prequel comics, so please excuse any canon errors.
Logic Aside
After the death of Romulus and the appearance of the singularity that swallowed both Nero's vessel and Spock's, Data spent a lot of time wondering at the fate of the Ambassador. A few hours too late, and an entire world had been destroyed. What had that done to the elder man's psyche? It had certainly turned Nero from ally to enemy in, for all intents and purposes, the blink of an eye, so it stood to reason that Spock must have been crushed that all his hard work had gone for naught.
All logic aside.
Data knew the terrible weight of overwhelming emotion, and just how easily that emotion could blind a person despite all attempts at control. His own control had been hard won and long earned, but even now, the loss of an entire planet, as well as his friend, seemed to squeeze his chest painfully. It was illogical, it did not seem possible, considering the durability of his construction, but nevertheless, it was there.
And Spock must have felt that weight a hundred fold, to the point that it was a mercy that he died when he did.
Unless the singularity was not what it appeared.
It had happened in the past, that such phenomena had been found to be not the average singularity, swallowing everything within its sphere of influence, but instead the entrance to a wormhole. Rare, yes, but they did exist, as a result of unstable matter at the core of the singularity. Matter such as that used in the Genesis experiment over one hundred years ago, which was surprisingly similar to the 'red matter' developed by the Vulcans.
If this was indeed the case with this phenomenon, then Spock might still be alive, along with a ship full of angry Romulans. But where? Or when? And if Spock was still alive, then he must be in horrible pain from the loss of the people he had fought so hard to save.
Clearly, it was up to Data to answer these questions, as the last person to have had contact with the Ambassador. Standing from his desk in his ready room aboard the Enterprise, he adjusted his uniform and strode out to the Bridge.
"Lieutenant, set a course for the red matter singularity," he ordered his helm officer. If Spock and Nero were indeed still alive, he and his crew would find them.
~*~*~*~
Title: Memorial
Fandom: Star Trek III: The Search for Spock
Pairing: Saavik/David Marcus
Rating: R
Word Count: 361
Prompt: For Porn Battle IX: Saavik/David Marcus, Romulan, fingers, blood, fight, bond, snow
Summary: In the moments between David's death at the hands of the Klingons and Kirk's arrival, Saavik remembers.
Disclaimer: I *still* own nothing.
Author's Notes: The first of the Porn Battle reposts!
Memorial
After it's over, and Saavik has managed, just barely, to keep her voice under control long enough to inform the Admiral that his son is dead, she gives herself just one brief moment to look upon the body of the man she'd called friend, and indeed, lover. David's blood pools beneath him from the stab wound in his chest, steadily creeping across the ground with a crimson sheen. His eyes are wide open with shock, mouth gaping in a breath that will never come. It's morbid, but she needs to see it.
To remember.
She remembers in that infinitely drawn out moment all the things that passed between them in such a short time. Their few nights spent together aboard the Grissom. The way his fingers traced the shell of her ears from lobe to tip, gentle and reverent, and she shivered with the tendrils of his emotion that came with that touch. They way they rocked together toward completion, each finding what they needed within the other and forging a bond that grew stronger than steel so quickly.
But now that bond is broken, her... her t'hyla is dead, and her skin itches with the need to destroy those responsible, her Romulan blood demanding she take action. She must... and yet, she must keep Spock safe, see him home to the Admiral, and to Vulcan. They are outnumbered and outmatched, and any attempt to exact revenge will only be met with more death. She knows this, it is... logical. And she needs logic now if they are to survive.
Closing her eyes, she pushes the image of David's dead body and all her grief and boiling rage down, locking it away in order to focus on the here and now. Eyes open, a deep breath, and the air is hotter than before, what's left of the snow around them melting away as Genesis evolves, dies around them.
She tries not to think of the metaphor so naked in that, and is saved from the completion of her thoughts as the burning remains of the Enterprise streak through the atmosphere far above them, a memorial to the fight that is not yet over, by far.
~*~*~*~