This story is a sequel to Cura Te Ipsum and What Was Done in Capernaum, which do not have to be read first to understand this (although they contain both more back story and more smut, if that helps.)

All hail my beloved beta readers:sangueuk , the beautiful and brilliant, whose wonderful writing never fails to stimulate my brain and my heart (and ( Read more... )

Author's Note: When I first got the idea to write about Pike, I assumed that the nerve of an able-bodied person writing about disability could be mitigated by appeals to The Future or to canon. Unfortunately, other than the fact that he's in a wheelchair at Kirk's ceremony, the movie gave us nothing about Pike's condition. The movie script mentions ( Read more... )

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“What the hell’s wrong with me?”

It’s a simple enough question, but it’s been oddly difficult to get anyone here to answer it. Pike can guess the reason: they are professionally reticent to say what they don’t know, conscious of patient morale, maybe even under orders not to divulge anything until Pike has received his overdue debriefing ( Read more... )

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The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. It’s a respectable old joke, and one Pike repeats to himself often as a kind of talisman when he has to rise in the cold, grey pre-dawn. On the floor beside him, Darcy raises her yellow head and lifts her tail, readier for the day than Pike will ever be. She’s been here a few ( Read more... )

 
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Part 2

“Lights 40 percent,” Kirk said quietly. McCoy could remember being in this bedroom only once before, when Kirk had given him a tour in their early days on board. The bed was larger than standard issue, though not so large as to suggest the ‘Fleet endorsed its regular use by more than one person. Above it hung a metal-and-glass weaving McCoy ( Read more... )

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As the months passed, they began to categorize their successes; there were enough that they could not be easily remembered with a word or name. There were diplomatic missions, border skirmishes, first contacts, and a few that so thoroughly defied categorization, not to mention McCoy’s experience, that he didn’t try. There were a few failures ( Read more... )

“Flat is just one of many ways hair can be,” Kirk said, gesturing to the server for another round. “Open yourself to the possibilities.”

McCoy had in fact opened himself to many possibilities that evening: the possibility that a three-armed barber might be able to shave you while cutting your hair; the possibility that Kirk had dragged him to ( Read more... )