Mesuvulava: CH: 4: In The Ears
MESUVULAVA
Vulcan meaning: transformation: the act or an instance of transforming; a marked change, as in appearance or character, usually for the better
CH 1| Ta’Navi
CH: 2: Hot Chocolate
CH 3| Vulcan Called Spock
CH: 4
In the ears.
BY: Wolfa Moon
SUM: Appearances are everything
DIS: Own nothing.
In the ears.
McCoy ran her fingertips over her ears again. Still not getting use to them. And the weird sensation she felt when she stroked them. Getting ridiculous she put the headband on to cover the tips. To look human. For that is what he is. Or was. Some days it seemed hard to remember. Seemed like a dream.
Exiting the fresher dressed in her cadet red. Jim stared at her from his position on the couch. His protective streak not relenting.
“You can hide them all you want. You’re still Vulcan.” McCoy scowled at her friend. Allowing him to criticize. The only one. Everyone else seems to go flying across the room.
”Thanks Jim, the absent of a dick and pointed ears not giving me a clue.” McCoy huffed as she lifted her satchel over her shoulder. Anger radiated through her actions. Jim thinking he had gone to far. Especially so early in the morning. And Bones without her second cup of coffee.
Chasing after,
“Sorry Bones.”
“Kid, we’re gonna be late.” The tone telling him to forget about it. Jim smiled at his friend. Putting an arm over her shoulder. His fingers slipping the band off her ears. The fingertips stroking the ear tips. “Jim!” stepping away from him. Shocked.
“What?” McCoy’s hand went to her ears.
“They’re sensitive.”
“Sorry.” McCoy fixed the hair band again. Covering them. “Bones, you need to accept until they can fix this.”
“Accept. You are one to be lecturing me on accepting. Hell I’m not even a candidate or poster child.” Ears firmly behind the cadet regulation hair band. Thank you Uhura. “Jeeze kid. I just want one day. One day where I am not reminded about this. One day where we were guys just hanging out. People not staring at me like I’m a freak show attraction. One day. And this bitch I see in the mirror everyday took that away. My demon is the skin I wear. And everyone can say is sorry for this. Sorry for that. I am sick of it. I am stuck in here so people need to adjust. Hell I do.” McCoy deflated. Sitting down on the dorm steps. The whole tirade down the stairs ending them up here.
Kirk watches as his friends collapse.
He couldn’t have her give up. For he didn’t believe in giving up. Grabbing her wrist he lead here away.
“What the hell?”
“Come on.” He leads them away from campus. Stopping only when he stood in front of the garage where he worked part time.
“Jim” Bones protested. Halting them. For Vulcan’s are stronger than humans. Kirk jerked.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Good wait here.” Jim went inside. McCoy could here the hellos as Kirk walked through the building. Staring up at open sky, what has she done to deserve this? Feeling helpless she let her shoulders drag.
A revving of an engine caught her attention. Jim came out on his brand new, rebuilt motorcycle. Stopping beside her. Kirk smiled at her expectedly.
“Get on.”
“On what?”
“Come on Bones.” She looks the bike up and down. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Kirk’s smile widened.
“Get on.” And she did. Holding tightly around Kirk’s waist. “Easy Bones.” Loosens grip a little. “Let’s go.”
“Ah,” Bones cried and they were off. Kirk laughed as he led them out of the city.
“You are absolutely nuts.” Kirk just laughed louder.
Reaching the top of the hill. It overlooked the entire city. Bike halted. McCoy side off to take in the view.
Kirk watched from the bike as McCoy walked over to the edge of the road. Watching her lean on the stonewall. Letting the air sweep around her. Shacking his head the image in front of him. This is his friend. His best friend. And he is thinking bad thoughts. Then she has to turn around and smile. Smile so warm.
Getting off the bike at the discomfort created between his legs. Going through his pockets he pulled out two foiled packs. Looking down, down boy. Closing his eyes before he walks over.
“So” lifting up the silver pouches. “Our grand feast.” McCoy smiles. Taking one of the bags.
“Hey we’ve had worse.” Opening her bag. “What was that concoction you made?” they both laugh.
“Oh god,” Kirk opened his. “Hey I can cook. It’s the dinette.”
“Uh huh. I looked at the recipe. How did you turn it into concrete.”
“Hey makes a good weapon.”
“Yeah.” Reaching in with her fingers to eat the chips. Vulcan’s don’t eat with their fingers. McCoy is not all Vulcan. “Jim,” Kirk looks up. “Thank you” Kirk smiled. Watching as McCoy ate and enjoyed herself. Actually enjoyed life. For what was saving the universe for if they couldn’t simply enjoy life.
McCoy looks over the city. Kirk then knew who he would save the universe for.
CH 5 | Eat At Dean’s
Vulcan meaning: transformation: the act or an instance of transforming; a marked change, as in appearance or character, usually for the better
CH 1| Ta’Navi
CH: 2: Hot Chocolate
CH 3| Vulcan Called Spock
CH: 4
In the ears.
BY: Wolfa Moon
SUM: Appearances are everything
DIS: Own nothing.
In the ears.
McCoy ran her fingertips over her ears again. Still not getting use to them. And the weird sensation she felt when she stroked them. Getting ridiculous she put the headband on to cover the tips. To look human. For that is what he is. Or was. Some days it seemed hard to remember. Seemed like a dream.
Exiting the fresher dressed in her cadet red. Jim stared at her from his position on the couch. His protective streak not relenting.
“You can hide them all you want. You’re still Vulcan.” McCoy scowled at her friend. Allowing him to criticize. The only one. Everyone else seems to go flying across the room.
”Thanks Jim, the absent of a dick and pointed ears not giving me a clue.” McCoy huffed as she lifted her satchel over her shoulder. Anger radiated through her actions. Jim thinking he had gone to far. Especially so early in the morning. And Bones without her second cup of coffee.
Chasing after,
“Sorry Bones.”
“Kid, we’re gonna be late.” The tone telling him to forget about it. Jim smiled at his friend. Putting an arm over her shoulder. His fingers slipping the band off her ears. The fingertips stroking the ear tips. “Jim!” stepping away from him. Shocked.
“What?” McCoy’s hand went to her ears.
“They’re sensitive.”
“Sorry.” McCoy fixed the hair band again. Covering them. “Bones, you need to accept until they can fix this.”
“Accept. You are one to be lecturing me on accepting. Hell I’m not even a candidate or poster child.” Ears firmly behind the cadet regulation hair band. Thank you Uhura. “Jeeze kid. I just want one day. One day where I am not reminded about this. One day where we were guys just hanging out. People not staring at me like I’m a freak show attraction. One day. And this bitch I see in the mirror everyday took that away. My demon is the skin I wear. And everyone can say is sorry for this. Sorry for that. I am sick of it. I am stuck in here so people need to adjust. Hell I do.” McCoy deflated. Sitting down on the dorm steps. The whole tirade down the stairs ending them up here.
Kirk watches as his friends collapse.
He couldn’t have her give up. For he didn’t believe in giving up. Grabbing her wrist he lead here away.
“What the hell?”
“Come on.” He leads them away from campus. Stopping only when he stood in front of the garage where he worked part time.
“Jim” Bones protested. Halting them. For Vulcan’s are stronger than humans. Kirk jerked.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Good wait here.” Jim went inside. McCoy could here the hellos as Kirk walked through the building. Staring up at open sky, what has she done to deserve this? Feeling helpless she let her shoulders drag.
A revving of an engine caught her attention. Jim came out on his brand new, rebuilt motorcycle. Stopping beside her. Kirk smiled at her expectedly.
“Get on.”
“On what?”
“Come on Bones.” She looks the bike up and down. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Kirk’s smile widened.
“Get on.” And she did. Holding tightly around Kirk’s waist. “Easy Bones.” Loosens grip a little. “Let’s go.”
“Ah,” Bones cried and they were off. Kirk laughed as he led them out of the city.
“You are absolutely nuts.” Kirk just laughed louder.
Reaching the top of the hill. It overlooked the entire city. Bike halted. McCoy side off to take in the view.
Kirk watched from the bike as McCoy walked over to the edge of the road. Watching her lean on the stonewall. Letting the air sweep around her. Shacking his head the image in front of him. This is his friend. His best friend. And he is thinking bad thoughts. Then she has to turn around and smile. Smile so warm.
Getting off the bike at the discomfort created between his legs. Going through his pockets he pulled out two foiled packs. Looking down, down boy. Closing his eyes before he walks over.
“So” lifting up the silver pouches. “Our grand feast.” McCoy smiles. Taking one of the bags.
“Hey we’ve had worse.” Opening her bag. “What was that concoction you made?” they both laugh.
“Oh god,” Kirk opened his. “Hey I can cook. It’s the dinette.”
“Uh huh. I looked at the recipe. How did you turn it into concrete.”
“Hey makes a good weapon.”
“Yeah.” Reaching in with her fingers to eat the chips. Vulcan’s don’t eat with their fingers. McCoy is not all Vulcan. “Jim,” Kirk looks up. “Thank you” Kirk smiled. Watching as McCoy ate and enjoyed herself. Actually enjoyed life. For what was saving the universe for if they couldn’t simply enjoy life.
McCoy looks over the city. Kirk then knew who he would save the universe for.
CH 5 | Eat At Dean’s