and the water rolls down the drain. star trek xi, pg, 1670 words. “McCoy,” Kirk says. “There is a cow eating your plums. Since when have you had cows?” Kirk/McCoy/Chapel, written for the wonderful Izzy for help_haiti!
drinks on me (or, the one with the interstellar pub crawl). star trek xi, r, 2039 words. “To any and all intoxicating beverages,” Kirk says, clinking his glass with McCoy’s. “Amen,” Christine says fervently.
laissez les bons temps rouler (or, the one with the mardi gras planet). star trek xi, t, 698 words. It’s thirty-two hours later and Christine has lost one of her shoes and she’s pretty sure she’s still drunk, but if it means no hangover yet she’s totally cool with that.
nice day for a white wedding. star trek xi, pg, 1064 words. There’s one room for Christine and McCoy to share. Of course there’s only one. Written for prompt “pretending to be married” at cliche_bingo.
save the last dance for me. star trek xi, t, 1104 words. All she’s aware of is the music and his eyes and for one heady heartbeat-long moment it is almost like they are dancing.
name the stars (chapter four). star trek xi, r, 2351 words. She leans back into him, every muscle in her body wound so tight her bones begin to ache. “Please don’t leave,” Christine says.