I've been busy babies...
Life...
Writing...
Migraines...
Just the general stress that comes with the last six week of my MBA program. Toss in a hard drive straight from the pits of hell. I haven't felt much like playing on LJ. I've been working on a lot of my original fic. Some of its good...some of its craptastic...but I'm writing. I'm promise to
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I have a general question about your ST fic: Where did the love for McCoy/Uhura come from? And how do you make it so hot when I am a tried and true Spock/Uhura shipper (the second part of that question may be more philosophical than anything, but I'd love to hear your theory ;)
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Now to answer you question...
Have you seen Karl Urban?
My fascination with McCoy/Uhura started with one of the first Star Trek 2009 fics I ever read. Basically McCoy picks Uhura up in a bar after insults Jim for the entire night with his clever wit and sarcasm. By the end of the fic you find out they've been playing this game for a while. I could just hear Karl Urban's voice in my head as I read...I could see Zoe Saldana giggle and whie Spock/Uhura were cute they didn't make me almost combust into flames like the idea of McCoy/Uhura. I still have my fingers crossed that new canon will give me wish until then...there's always fanfic.
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ANYHOO! Dang, I miss you too. Here's my prompt: Leonard H. McCoy and Nyota...Captured and tied up by enemies/aliens/what have you, and once the danger is past, Jim skips off to mop up and forgets to untie them.
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Thanks for the heads up. I miss you too my lovely lady of the stacks. And what an awesome prompt. I shall do you proud.
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But very well done.
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Reign - Arric/Csilla, in vino veritas
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“Nectar of the gods.”
He barely flicks his wrist and the carafe drifts into the air and her glass fills with the dark fragrant bouquet that he’ll soon drink from her lips.
There are times he wishes they were an ordinary couple - he the power broker who saw the beautiful lawyer across the bar. She scoffs at his advances. Ignoring the drinks he sends to her table. When he delivers flowers to her firm, she sends them home with matronly looking paralegals instead of gushing over their beauty.
It’s not until he cracks the hard exterior of her heart that she welcomes him in to her life.
Csilla…
Shrouded in mystery and beauty, she is Arric’s life….his eternity. He cannot imagine his forever without her, yet when their lips touch, their limbs entwine, and their bodies align in perfect symmetry, fear not love is the only sensation that remains.
Weakness…Those are the whispers of the Athanatos. They say he has the heart of a mortal man. His concerns are for family, friends, and lovers - not the task he’s been dealt ( ... )
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