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It's only a short ficlet (and before you ask, I'm afraid there won't be any more of it) but I hope you like this:
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Two Starfleet officers picked up narrow, dark red strips of leather and quietly placed them around their own necks.
Chekov's hand was shaking. Even though he had volunteered for this duty, even though he knew that he would come to no harm, he was still afraid. He felt humiliated, even though he knew that nobody on board would disdain him for his actions; rather, each of them respected and admired him for his courage.
Next to him, Spock's hand was perfectly steady, his face composed. This action was logical; it was the necessary course of action to ensure that many lives were saved, and that was all that mattered to Spock.
Chekov wished that he could feel the same way.
He reached for a longer piece of leather, felt for the small metal clip at one end, and lifted it towards his neck. His hand shook so much that Uhura had to reach over and silently connect it to the ring fixed to the collar. He was grateful for her silence.
The end of the leach was looped around, creating a hand-hold. Soon, another member of the landing party would take hold of it, perhaps wrap it around their wrist, or fix it to their belt. Sulu, maybe; he doubted that Dr. McCoy would volunteer. Kirk would surely choose to hold Spock's leash. Thankfully, though, nobody came forward to take possession of it now. They would not do so until the last second, until they were just about to transport down to the planet's surface.
He watched Uhura lean down to touch Spock's hand, each moving two fingers together in a curiously Vulcan romantic gesture. He knew that Uhura had been very vocal against this plan; but once it had become obvious that there was no other way, no person had been more demonstratively admiring of their courage than she had.
"It's time." Spock's voice was matter-of-fact. Chekov swallowed, suddenly wondering how courageous he really was, as he followed his superior officer out of the door and towards the transporter room.
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Thank you! That was perfect. <3 Spock in a collar and a leash and Kirk holding it... *daydreams*
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You're welcome :)
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This is extremely atmospheric for such a short piece.
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Thank you :)
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