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Mr. Spock's Starship Singalong
Title: Mr. Spock's Starship Singalong
Author: igrab
Pairing: Shatnoy + De, Nichelle, George, Walter, and James
Written For: trek_rpf_kink, for this prompt and also dedicated to obstinatrix for semi-obvious reasons. I should hope they'd be obvious
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,431
Summary: In which there is singing. Also, this is pretty much a sequel to Mr. Spock's Space Menagerie. Also quite obvious.
Disclaimer: This didn't happen, duh.
For Your Listening Pleasure: the dramatic reading, HERE! complete with music!
"Give us a song, Nichelle."
"Yes, you're the singer, here, don't let tiny here take all the credit." George clapped Walter on the shoulder, who had just finished his turn on the executioner's block - oh, excuse me, the AST, and he shoved George's hand away in embarrassment and grabbed for his drink.
Nichelle smiled sweetly at him, though, and he felt better. It had been a long time since they'd all gotten together like this - much too long, since the fold - not the wrap, damnit - of Star Trek a year and several months before.
But Nichelle had made the rounds, and told everybody that she knew someone who knew someone with a Singing DJ, and everyone was invited.
The only ones who weren't here were Bill and Leonard, of course. No one knew where they'd gone off to; but everyone knew that De knew, and if he wasn't telling, then they didn't need to know.
De was there, a little off to the side and tired-looking, his hair graying at the edges but somehow painting a very distinguished picture despite it all. "...DeForest?" Nichelle leaned over, waved her hand in front of his face and he jumped.
"Oh, sorry babe, didn't see you there." He smiled, that familiar spark of humor in his eyes, and she laughed.
"What's on your mind, sugar?" She raised a Spock eyebrow, a smirk dancing on her lips.
"Oh, nothing, sweetheart," and he let McCoy's southern drawl slip into his tone, like it had only been yesterday. It felt like yesterday. "I'm jus' worried 'bout my boys."
That was enough to sober her up, though, and her expression melted into sympathy. "When did you hear from them last?"
"Last I heard, Bill was throwing fits because Len'd brought home a leopard."
She stared at him. "....A leopard."
"Yep."
"A real, godforsaken leopard."
De rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Look, I don't make these things up. They promised to get me a turtle."
"What are they doing... wherever they are, anyway?"
But before De could get his thoughts around an answer (preferably one that didn't sound as lame as the truth), the door swung open and someone - two someones - blew in.
"....Looks like we got here just in time."
James was the first to react. "Bill!" He shouted, jumping up and grabbing his hand to shake.
"Good Lord, what's that thing on your chin?"
"Where have you two been this whole time?"
Leonard rolled his eyes and shrugged out of his coat. "You wouldn't believe us if we told you."
"Honey, we don't even care. Come sit down, have a few drinks." Nichelle moved to get them some chairs, like it had only been yesterday. It felt like yesterday. "Try out the singing machine."
"The singing ma-" Bill's eyebrows shot up. "Well, we did get here just in time then! Len, come on, let's give them a song."
Leonard gave him his usual I-can't-believe-you're-doing-this look. "Let's not."
"Oh, come on, don't be such a spoilsport. Get your butts up there and give us a tune."
Everyone in the room had apparently gone temporarily insane. De reasoned that it was the shock of seeing them again, a sudden need to have some of that familiar camaraderie restored. To set the world back in balance again. Well, at least, that's why he didn't put up an argument. He leaned back in his chair, curled his fingers around his glass, and smiled, for the first time that night. "Bill, you owe me a turtle."
"Tortoise," Leonard informed him, and he leaned over to give De an all-too-brief hug while Bill looked through the songs. "Take it from me, you want a tortoise."
"What happened to the leopard?" De said, suddenly suspicious.
"What?"
"You know, the-"
"Len!" Bill interrupted them, calling out from the front of the room. "Come here, this is perfect."
He rolled his eyes, and sat in De's lap instead. "No, Bill, I think I'm just going to sit right here and watch you make a fool of yourself."
SPUTTER. "Get off my lap, you long-legged freak!"
"You missed me," Lenoard said evenly, just smiling.
"Like hell I did. Now get up on that platform and put your arm around Bill's shoulders and make goopy eyes at each other, I haven't seen your eye porn for a whole year."
George laughed very suddenly at that, and it jolted them back to reality, back to the fact that they weren't alone, here.
But, from the looks of it, no one really cared. It was Bill and Leonard Nimoy. It was like hearing a revelation that The Beatles were British.
"All right," Leonard said, unfolding his stork legs and vacating the warm security of De's unwilling lap. "Let's do this."
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together
"Did you just call me a girl? I think you just called me a girl. You'd think you'd know the difference by now..."
If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together
"George, my ears are going to fall off. Literally."
"Aw, but they're cute."
Walter just stared at him, incredulous.
I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life
Nichelle pushed her hands together and leaned forward on the table, a smile on her lips.
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
"Does the beard really look that awful?"
George gave him a long look. "Is... that a rhetorical question?"
I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life
De sincerely hoped they would not attempt harmony.
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
Damnit.
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
He loved them, he really did, but they couldn't sing worth shit, and he was maybe certain that he loved them even more for it. They called him up and he went, rolling his eyes, squished himself between them and rocked back and forth as he added his voice to the cacophony.
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
Everyone was singing along now, like a big happy family.
So happy together
How is the weather
So happy together
We're happy together
So happy together
Happy together
So happy together
So happy together (ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba)
When they stumbled out of the bar at 3am, drunk enough not to know how drunk they were, De was still sandwiched between them, and he honestly couldn't think of a place he'd rather be.
"See? We promise turtle. We give turtle."
"Self: take note of specimen A, Bill Shatner. Upon con... consum... when he drinks a lot, he turns into a caveman." Leonard gave up, laughing.
De shook his head. "Did that leopard make off with all of your brains?"
"Leopard? What leopard?" Bill looked confused.
"Her name was Francine," Leonard said wisely. "And she was a beautiful lady. But not as beautiful as Bill."
That pretty much summed it all up, De thought, as they weaved down the street. And he'd never admit how happy it made him.
[A/N: the song is So Happy Together, which was originally done by a band called 'The Turtles' in 1967. Bill thinks he's so witty.]
Author: igrab
Pairing: Shatnoy + De, Nichelle, George, Walter, and James
Written For: trek_rpf_kink, for this prompt and also dedicated to obstinatrix for semi-obvious reasons. I should hope they'd be obvious
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,431
Summary: In which there is singing. Also, this is pretty much a sequel to Mr. Spock's Space Menagerie. Also quite obvious.
Disclaimer: This didn't happen, duh.
For Your Listening Pleasure: the dramatic reading, HERE! complete with music!
"Give us a song, Nichelle."
"Yes, you're the singer, here, don't let tiny here take all the credit." George clapped Walter on the shoulder, who had just finished his turn on the executioner's block - oh, excuse me, the AST, and he shoved George's hand away in embarrassment and grabbed for his drink.
Nichelle smiled sweetly at him, though, and he felt better. It had been a long time since they'd all gotten together like this - much too long, since the fold - not the wrap, damnit - of Star Trek a year and several months before.
But Nichelle had made the rounds, and told everybody that she knew someone who knew someone with a Singing DJ, and everyone was invited.
The only ones who weren't here were Bill and Leonard, of course. No one knew where they'd gone off to; but everyone knew that De knew, and if he wasn't telling, then they didn't need to know.
De was there, a little off to the side and tired-looking, his hair graying at the edges but somehow painting a very distinguished picture despite it all. "...DeForest?" Nichelle leaned over, waved her hand in front of his face and he jumped.
"Oh, sorry babe, didn't see you there." He smiled, that familiar spark of humor in his eyes, and she laughed.
"What's on your mind, sugar?" She raised a Spock eyebrow, a smirk dancing on her lips.
"Oh, nothing, sweetheart," and he let McCoy's southern drawl slip into his tone, like it had only been yesterday. It felt like yesterday. "I'm jus' worried 'bout my boys."
That was enough to sober her up, though, and her expression melted into sympathy. "When did you hear from them last?"
"Last I heard, Bill was throwing fits because Len'd brought home a leopard."
She stared at him. "....A leopard."
"Yep."
"A real, godforsaken leopard."
De rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Look, I don't make these things up. They promised to get me a turtle."
"What are they doing... wherever they are, anyway?"
But before De could get his thoughts around an answer (preferably one that didn't sound as lame as the truth), the door swung open and someone - two someones - blew in.
"....Looks like we got here just in time."
James was the first to react. "Bill!" He shouted, jumping up and grabbing his hand to shake.
"Good Lord, what's that thing on your chin?"
"Where have you two been this whole time?"
Leonard rolled his eyes and shrugged out of his coat. "You wouldn't believe us if we told you."
"Honey, we don't even care. Come sit down, have a few drinks." Nichelle moved to get them some chairs, like it had only been yesterday. It felt like yesterday. "Try out the singing machine."
"The singing ma-" Bill's eyebrows shot up. "Well, we did get here just in time then! Len, come on, let's give them a song."
Leonard gave him his usual I-can't-believe-you're-doing-this look. "Let's not."
"Oh, come on, don't be such a spoilsport. Get your butts up there and give us a tune."
Everyone in the room had apparently gone temporarily insane. De reasoned that it was the shock of seeing them again, a sudden need to have some of that familiar camaraderie restored. To set the world back in balance again. Well, at least, that's why he didn't put up an argument. He leaned back in his chair, curled his fingers around his glass, and smiled, for the first time that night. "Bill, you owe me a turtle."
"Tortoise," Leonard informed him, and he leaned over to give De an all-too-brief hug while Bill looked through the songs. "Take it from me, you want a tortoise."
"What happened to the leopard?" De said, suddenly suspicious.
"What?"
"You know, the-"
"Len!" Bill interrupted them, calling out from the front of the room. "Come here, this is perfect."
He rolled his eyes, and sat in De's lap instead. "No, Bill, I think I'm just going to sit right here and watch you make a fool of yourself."
SPUTTER. "Get off my lap, you long-legged freak!"
"You missed me," Lenoard said evenly, just smiling.
"Like hell I did. Now get up on that platform and put your arm around Bill's shoulders and make goopy eyes at each other, I haven't seen your eye porn for a whole year."
George laughed very suddenly at that, and it jolted them back to reality, back to the fact that they weren't alone, here.
But, from the looks of it, no one really cared. It was Bill and Leonard Nimoy. It was like hearing a revelation that The Beatles were British.
"All right," Leonard said, unfolding his stork legs and vacating the warm security of De's unwilling lap. "Let's do this."
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together
"Did you just call me a girl? I think you just called me a girl. You'd think you'd know the difference by now..."
If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together
"George, my ears are going to fall off. Literally."
"Aw, but they're cute."
Walter just stared at him, incredulous.
I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life
Nichelle pushed her hands together and leaned forward on the table, a smile on her lips.
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
"Does the beard really look that awful?"
George gave him a long look. "Is... that a rhetorical question?"
I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life
De sincerely hoped they would not attempt harmony.
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
Damnit.
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
He loved them, he really did, but they couldn't sing worth shit, and he was maybe certain that he loved them even more for it. They called him up and he went, rolling his eyes, squished himself between them and rocked back and forth as he added his voice to the cacophony.
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
Everyone was singing along now, like a big happy family.
So happy together
How is the weather
So happy together
We're happy together
So happy together
Happy together
So happy together
So happy together (ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba)
When they stumbled out of the bar at 3am, drunk enough not to know how drunk they were, De was still sandwiched between them, and he honestly couldn't think of a place he'd rather be.
"See? We promise turtle. We give turtle."
"Self: take note of specimen A, Bill Shatner. Upon con... consum... when he drinks a lot, he turns into a caveman." Leonard gave up, laughing.
De shook his head. "Did that leopard make off with all of your brains?"
"Leopard? What leopard?" Bill looked confused.
"Her name was Francine," Leonard said wisely. "And she was a beautiful lady. But not as beautiful as Bill."
That pretty much summed it all up, De thought, as they weaved down the street. And he'd never admit how happy it made him.
[A/N: the song is So Happy Together, which was originally done by a band called 'The Turtles' in 1967. Bill thinks he's so witty.]