ish dying in the heat
It's hot here. So...I wrote a drabble that takes place on Vulcan. It's from McCoy's POV. It's called 'The Desert sun' due to lack of imagination from the heat, which has fried my brains.
Title: The Desert Sun
Author: Spockish_girl
Fandom: Star Trek: the original series
Characters: McCoy
Rating: G
Summary: McCoy's POV. He's on Vulcan looking for Spock.
Word count: 100 (drabble)
Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. If you thought I did, you must have hit your head, harder than I thought.
Author's notes: It's hot here...so I got my inspiration there. My first drabble. Wooo...
The Desert Sun
Sweat running down his forehead into his eyebrows.
God awful planet...
He trudged through the sand.
His tricorder slamming into his thigh with every step.
His blue shirt was soaked with sweat.
He wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand.
Blasted Vulcan....
He saw a figure ahead.
Spock!
He ran through the sand. Stumbling.
The figure seemed to keep getting farther and farther away. He couldn't get there.
Colors. Spinning.
Dizzy...
His mind raced.
I’m sorry Jim there’s nothing I could do. Spock, you pointy-eared elf! He’s dead Jim...I can’t find Spock. Jim…
And then pitch darkness.
Title: The Desert Sun
Author: Spockish_girl
Fandom: Star Trek: the original series
Characters: McCoy
Rating: G
Summary: McCoy's POV. He's on Vulcan looking for Spock.
Word count: 100 (drabble)
Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. If you thought I did, you must have hit your head, harder than I thought.
Author's notes: It's hot here...so I got my inspiration there. My first drabble. Wooo...
The Desert Sun
Sweat running down his forehead into his eyebrows.
God awful planet...
He trudged through the sand.
His tricorder slamming into his thigh with every step.
His blue shirt was soaked with sweat.
He wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand.
Blasted Vulcan....
He saw a figure ahead.
Spock!
He ran through the sand. Stumbling.
The figure seemed to keep getting farther and farther away. He couldn't get there.
Colors. Spinning.
Dizzy...
His mind raced.
I’m sorry Jim there’s nothing I could do. Spock, you pointy-eared elf! He’s dead Jim...I can’t find Spock. Jim…
And then pitch darkness.