Genre Drabbles, Round 7
xlcatloveress wanted TOS Kirk/Spock, and I have done my best. I, um, may have cheated a little on Humor, but it's still the TOS pairing so I think it should count. Yes. -_-
(And yes, C, you were right about the Americano. *looks at clock* Damn it.)
Adventure
Kirk pauses, resting against the wall of the Jeffries tube. Crawling through these things has never been a picnic, and he’s not as young as he used to be. He takes a moment to silently curse the entire Klingon race and whatever traitor let them onboard in the first place.
T’hy’la. You remain undetected?
He can’t send back words, but Kirk tries his best to project yes along with concern for his bondmate.
I am still well. I will be able to instruct you in overriding the helm controls without arousing suspicion.
“Yippee kay-yay,” Kirk mutters, and starts crawling again.
Angst
Spock’s hands are unsteady as he packs a bag. It has been seventy-eight years since he last felt his bondmate, and the sudden renewal of their link has left him shaken. He does not know how or why Jim returned; knows only that his place is, as ever, by his side.
The renewed link is faint, so Spock is unprepared for the sudden surge of lovesorrowregret that floods through to him. A wave of crippling emotion, and then . . .
. . . nothing.
When he can move again, Spock resumes packing. He will need to retrieve the body.
Drama
“Jim, are you sure that this was a wise decision?” Spock asks over the chessboard.
“Tough to say just yet. Cost me a bishop, but it might turn out all right in the long-run.”
Spock raises an eyebrow, because it is expected. “That was not my meaning.”
“I know.” Jim leans back with a sigh, eyes still locked on the board. “I don’t know,” he admits at last. “But there was just something about him . . . some potential for greatness . . .” He looks up, and his eyes are troubled. “Everyone deserves a second chance. Even Khan.”
Fantasy
“That’s it. Next time we meet beings that think they’re ancient Greek gods, we shoot first and ask questions later.” Kirk winces, rubs his side. “An arrow, Spock, of all things!”
“Indeed.” Spock is far too dignified to fidget with his own injury, but Kirk can tell he’s favoring his side, as well. “A most illogical choice of weapon, Captain . . . Jim.”
The sound of his name from Spock’s lips is like a catalyst in Jim’s blood; his wound pounds like a second heart. Spock’s eyes are as hot as Kirk feels.
“Spock . . .”
“Yes. Yes.”
Friendship
“You are familiar with this variation, Captain Kirk?” Spock asks, indicating the three-tiered chess set that stands between them.
“I have a . . . passing familiarity with it, yes.” A canted smile accompanies the words. “Perhaps when we’re not on-duty you could call me ‘Jim’.”
Spock’s eyebrow ratchets a fraction higher. “It is traditional for white to begin, Captain.”
Kirk’s lips twitch again as he sits. “I think I remember hearing something to that effect. Tell me, will this be your first loss, Mr. Spock?”
“I have not lost, sir.”
This time, Kirk’s smile is blinding. “No. Not yet.”
Horror
Something is wrong.
Though he loathes the vagueness of the thought, Spock finds that he can be no more specific. The very fact that he can’t determine what is wrong with his bondmate is as troubling to him as the nagging sense of wrongness that filters through their bond.
“Jim,” he says, and the familiar sense of warmthaffectionSpockamusement echoes from Jim’s mind.
It comes a fraction of a second too late, however, as does Jim’s smile of welcome. And quite suddenly Spock is certain that he has discovered the source of his unease.
This . . . is not Jim.
Humor
Don’t placate me, Spock; I know how you were looking at him.
T’hy’la, this is foolish. You can not be jealous of my attraction to your own physical form.
Hey, it’d been years since I looked like that, even when I had a body. He . . . is rather fit, isn’t he?
Jim . . .
Oh, c’mon. I live in your head, remember? You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about what you’d do with two of me.
Jim, this is hardly the time.
Later, though?
Spock gives a mental sigh and regards his bondmate’s younger self. Perhaps.
Hurt/Comfort
“Spock.” His hands curl around his friend’s shoulders. “It’s okay.”
“It is not,” Spock says stiffly. “When we fought . . . I took an oath to protect you; to ensure your safety.” His eyes meet Jim’s at last, and Jim knows things are bad when he sees the pain there. “I wished to kill you. I would have, had Dr. McCoy not-”
“You weren’t yourself. Damn it, Spock, you’ve got to stop obsessing over this!”
“You can not have forgiven me so easily, J-”
The kiss isn’t exactly planned, but Jim has to admit that it’s effective.
Mystery
“DAMMIT!”
Kirk doesn’t even wince this time as McCoy storms into his office, heading straight for his station to scan the latest readings.
“Still no change?”
McCoy doesn’t look surprised to see him. “The trance is keeping him stable, but I still can’t work out what’s causing the damage. Definitely a virus, but it’s nothing like anything we have on file. And he’s still the only one affected.” He mutters something about tight-lipped Vulcans and Kirk tries to ignore the fact that he can’t feel Spock in his head anymore.
“You’ll figure it out,” he says instead. “That’s an order.”
Parody
Kirk throws down his script with a groan. “How many times can pon farr hit one Vulcan?”
“Given that on average Vulcans live for 173.497-”
“Rhetorical question.” Kirk rises begins to pace the small room. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
“I’m certain the rest of the crew will locate us soon.”
Kirk’s eyes narrow. “You don’t seem too upset at the delay.”
Spock’s answer is prevented by the arrival of a girl with a headset and a t-shirt bearing the IDIC symbol. Jim sighs and follows her.
“Ready for my close-up,” he mutters.
Romance
“Would it sound stupid and cliched to say I’ve always loved you?” Jim asks quietly, eyes locked on their twined fingers. Sweat is slow to cool on his skin in Spock’s quarters; it’s too hot for him to want any more contact than this just now, despite his sated body’s urge for closeness.
“Such a statement would be illogical to the point of impossibility.” Spock’s voice is a slow, deep rumble in his ears. “And yet, I find . . . not unwelcome.”
Jim smiles, turns to his lover. His love. The heat, he thinks, isn’t too bad after all.
Suspense
He’s out of breath, out of time, out of places to run. He can hear them behind him, crashing through the trees as they follow his trail. They’re not trying for stealth anymore; he’s not the only one who knows he’s trapped.
He’s been broadcasting his thoughts as loudly as possible, hoping against hope that his bondmate will pick up on them. That he’ll be able to use them somehow. Triangulate the signal. Something.
Only one way out now, he knows. He steps to the edge of the cliff, calls his name one last time.
Spock.
And lets himself fall.
As per usual, first to comment gets to pick the fandom/pairing. Your choices:
(And yes, C, you were right about the Americano. *looks at clock* Damn it.)
Adventure
Kirk pauses, resting against the wall of the Jeffries tube. Crawling through these things has never been a picnic, and he’s not as young as he used to be. He takes a moment to silently curse the entire Klingon race and whatever traitor let them onboard in the first place.
T’hy’la. You remain undetected?
He can’t send back words, but Kirk tries his best to project yes along with concern for his bondmate.
I am still well. I will be able to instruct you in overriding the helm controls without arousing suspicion.
“Yippee kay-yay,” Kirk mutters, and starts crawling again.
Angst
Spock’s hands are unsteady as he packs a bag. It has been seventy-eight years since he last felt his bondmate, and the sudden renewal of their link has left him shaken. He does not know how or why Jim returned; knows only that his place is, as ever, by his side.
The renewed link is faint, so Spock is unprepared for the sudden surge of lovesorrowregret that floods through to him. A wave of crippling emotion, and then . . .
. . . nothing.
When he can move again, Spock resumes packing. He will need to retrieve the body.
Drama
“Jim, are you sure that this was a wise decision?” Spock asks over the chessboard.
“Tough to say just yet. Cost me a bishop, but it might turn out all right in the long-run.”
Spock raises an eyebrow, because it is expected. “That was not my meaning.”
“I know.” Jim leans back with a sigh, eyes still locked on the board. “I don’t know,” he admits at last. “But there was just something about him . . . some potential for greatness . . .” He looks up, and his eyes are troubled. “Everyone deserves a second chance. Even Khan.”
Fantasy
“That’s it. Next time we meet beings that think they’re ancient Greek gods, we shoot first and ask questions later.” Kirk winces, rubs his side. “An arrow, Spock, of all things!”
“Indeed.” Spock is far too dignified to fidget with his own injury, but Kirk can tell he’s favoring his side, as well. “A most illogical choice of weapon, Captain . . . Jim.”
The sound of his name from Spock’s lips is like a catalyst in Jim’s blood; his wound pounds like a second heart. Spock’s eyes are as hot as Kirk feels.
“Spock . . .”
“Yes. Yes.”
Friendship
“You are familiar with this variation, Captain Kirk?” Spock asks, indicating the three-tiered chess set that stands between them.
“I have a . . . passing familiarity with it, yes.” A canted smile accompanies the words. “Perhaps when we’re not on-duty you could call me ‘Jim’.”
Spock’s eyebrow ratchets a fraction higher. “It is traditional for white to begin, Captain.”
Kirk’s lips twitch again as he sits. “I think I remember hearing something to that effect. Tell me, will this be your first loss, Mr. Spock?”
“I have not lost, sir.”
This time, Kirk’s smile is blinding. “No. Not yet.”
Horror
Something is wrong.
Though he loathes the vagueness of the thought, Spock finds that he can be no more specific. The very fact that he can’t determine what is wrong with his bondmate is as troubling to him as the nagging sense of wrongness that filters through their bond.
“Jim,” he says, and the familiar sense of warmthaffectionSpockamusement echoes from Jim’s mind.
It comes a fraction of a second too late, however, as does Jim’s smile of welcome. And quite suddenly Spock is certain that he has discovered the source of his unease.
This . . . is not Jim.
Humor
Don’t placate me, Spock; I know how you were looking at him.
T’hy’la, this is foolish. You can not be jealous of my attraction to your own physical form.
Hey, it’d been years since I looked like that, even when I had a body. He . . . is rather fit, isn’t he?
Jim . . .
Oh, c’mon. I live in your head, remember? You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about what you’d do with two of me.
Jim, this is hardly the time.
Later, though?
Spock gives a mental sigh and regards his bondmate’s younger self. Perhaps.
Hurt/Comfort
“Spock.” His hands curl around his friend’s shoulders. “It’s okay.”
“It is not,” Spock says stiffly. “When we fought . . . I took an oath to protect you; to ensure your safety.” His eyes meet Jim’s at last, and Jim knows things are bad when he sees the pain there. “I wished to kill you. I would have, had Dr. McCoy not-”
“You weren’t yourself. Damn it, Spock, you’ve got to stop obsessing over this!”
“You can not have forgiven me so easily, J-”
The kiss isn’t exactly planned, but Jim has to admit that it’s effective.
Mystery
“DAMMIT!”
Kirk doesn’t even wince this time as McCoy storms into his office, heading straight for his station to scan the latest readings.
“Still no change?”
McCoy doesn’t look surprised to see him. “The trance is keeping him stable, but I still can’t work out what’s causing the damage. Definitely a virus, but it’s nothing like anything we have on file. And he’s still the only one affected.” He mutters something about tight-lipped Vulcans and Kirk tries to ignore the fact that he can’t feel Spock in his head anymore.
“You’ll figure it out,” he says instead. “That’s an order.”
Parody
Kirk throws down his script with a groan. “How many times can pon farr hit one Vulcan?”
“Given that on average Vulcans live for 173.497-”
“Rhetorical question.” Kirk rises begins to pace the small room. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
“I’m certain the rest of the crew will locate us soon.”
Kirk’s eyes narrow. “You don’t seem too upset at the delay.”
Spock’s answer is prevented by the arrival of a girl with a headset and a t-shirt bearing the IDIC symbol. Jim sighs and follows her.
“Ready for my close-up,” he mutters.
Romance
“Would it sound stupid and cliched to say I’ve always loved you?” Jim asks quietly, eyes locked on their twined fingers. Sweat is slow to cool on his skin in Spock’s quarters; it’s too hot for him to want any more contact than this just now, despite his sated body’s urge for closeness.
“Such a statement would be illogical to the point of impossibility.” Spock’s voice is a slow, deep rumble in his ears. “And yet, I find . . . not unwelcome.”
Jim smiles, turns to his lover. His love. The heat, he thinks, isn’t too bad after all.
Suspense
He’s out of breath, out of time, out of places to run. He can hear them behind him, crashing through the trees as they follow his trail. They’re not trying for stealth anymore; he’s not the only one who knows he’s trapped.
He’s been broadcasting his thoughts as loudly as possible, hoping against hope that his bondmate will pick up on them. That he’ll be able to use them somehow. Triangulate the signal. Something.
Only one way out now, he knows. He steps to the edge of the cliff, calls his name one last time.
Spock.
And lets himself fall.
As per usual, first to comment gets to pick the fandom/pairing. Your choices:
- Star Trek: Kirk/Spock, McCoy/Chekov, Uhura/Chapel (please specify preference re: TOS, Reboot, and/or Mirrorverse)
- Supernatural: Sam/Dean (PLEASE NOTE that I have never actually sat down and written anything for this fandom, and I'm way behind having only seen through the first few episodes of Season 4. But it sounds like fun, so what the hell.)
- RPS: Pine/Quinto (please see above, but replace "I'm way behind" with "I know nothing about these two but what I've read in fanfic.)
- Sherlock Holmes: Holmes/Watson
- Doctor Who: Doctor/Rose
- Torchwood: Jack Ianto (I've written one thing for this pairing, but hey, it's Torchwood. Can't be too terribly hard. Right?)
- Crossover crackiness: Kaylee/Scotty (IDEK. Blame the_deep_magic .)