Holy crap, you guys! I was just sitting in the Minneapolis-St.Paul International Airport talking to my dad on my phone when this eighty-year-old man collapsed just across the hall. It was like I turned into flight attendant girl in an instant, totally abandoning my bags and purse, hanging up my phone without a word, and running across the hall,
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I feel like that sort of virtue should be rewarded by more than a cheering section. Can I offer you a fic reward? A map of fabulous places in the city of your choice?
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Oh my goodness, what an absolutely amazingly wonderful surprise to come home to after working one of the most horrible days of the year in the airline biz. I was exhausted and irritable and just all around meh, but then I checked my email and THIS PIECE OF GLORIOUS FIC was there waiting to cheer me up!
This is so like Scotty-- I can just see him rationalizing why he's not telling Chekov. And this description Finally, it gets to the point where he's carrying the words high in his chest, near the base of his throat, everywhere he goes. was so lovely-- I could almost feel it along with him. I liked the orange blobby things that looked kinda like kippers (hehe!) and McCoy killing the mood with his dire-sounding medical talk and the little details about them passing in the halls ... and I loved how Chekov told Scotty that he loved him and totally insulted him all in the same breath. THAT is exactly my favorite kind of Chekov ( ... )
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*hugs you and your awesomeness*
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