Bits and Pieces of the Action ( K/S snippets, cracky, part 5 of many)
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Yes, “bath'pa” is a Vulcan word, basically it means “dammit”. And yes, that is ending theme from “The Princess Bride”, Star Trekked.
“Jim. Parted from me and never parted. Never and always touching and touched. We meet at the appointed place.”
“Spock,” Jim replied, grinning. “Parted from me and never parted. Never and always touching and touched. I await you.”
He had no idea where those words came from, but he said them anyway. It was a compulsion, ancient urge, given to him by someone other than the man standing right in front of him on the observation deck.
Their hands tightened in each others and Jim could hear bells, somehow, and a gong and then it was all heat and need and want.
There were lips, pressing onto his, rough tongue probing his oral cavity urgently, arms tightening around him and all he could, all he wanted to do, was to respond in kind.
Somewhere, in his mind there was a voice, saying “Kal-if-ar” …
And the world went upside down.
~*~*~
A beep pulled his thoughts back to present. It looked as if Spock was waking up from his nap.
He leaned over his patient to check for any signs of distress.
And there they were.
“AHHHHHHH!!! Bath'pa!”
“Spock! What is it? Does it hurt?” McCoy asked, already pulling out his medical tricorder and waving it over Spock.
“Doctor. Could you please stop leaning over me like this,” Spock said, wincing. He didn't look happy, but then again, the green hellspawn never looked anything other than bored or displeased. Except when he looked at Jim.
“Like what! You can't even see!”
“On the contrary, Doctor, and I can assure you, your face is not the sight I consider pleasant,” up went that damn eyebrow again.
For a second McCoy considered tossing the hobgoblin an insult right back, but the impulse was held by a medical miracle happening in his sickbay.
“What do you mean, you can see?” he sputtered, running the scanner over Spock again. “Not two hours ago you couldn't!”
“My inner eyelid must have protected my eyes from exposure to the light sufficient to permanently damage my optic nerves,” Spock said, dismissively.
“Inner eyelid? I never heard of-”
“I do not see you talking about your appendix, Doctor,” Spock hopped off the biobed and headed to the door, McCoy following him hastily. “Is Jim on the bridge? I would very much like to see him now.”
“I bet you would,” McCoy smirked.
He had to skip every now and then to keep up with the speed-walking Vulcan.
~*~*~
“So, Mr Spock.”
“Yes, Captain?”
“I heard you like Mudkips.”
“The game, Captain.”
“God dammit!”
~*~*~
Come my love, I'll tell you a tale
of Jim and Spock and their love story
and how he loved him oh, so much,
and all the logic he did possess.
Now this will happen once upon a time
When things won't be so complex.
And how he worshiped the space he fared.
When he looked in his eyes, he became obsessed.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel;
it's as real as the feelings I feel.
This love was stronger than devices so dark,
A Romulan had within his keeping;
Machines to crash and break a heart
Within his chest, but only sleeping.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel;
it's as real as the feelings I feel.
Jim said, "Don't you know I love you oh, so much,
Especially when you beat me at chess?"
Spock said, "Don't you know that storybook loves
Always have a happy ending?"
Then he swooped him up, just like in the books,
And on his starship they flew away.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel;
it's as real as the feelings I feel.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Yes, “bath'pa” is a Vulcan word, basically it means “dammit”. And yes, that is ending theme from “The Princess Bride”, Star Trekked.
“Jim. Parted from me and never parted. Never and always touching and touched. We meet at the appointed place.”
“Spock,” Jim replied, grinning. “Parted from me and never parted. Never and always touching and touched. I await you.”
He had no idea where those words came from, but he said them anyway. It was a compulsion, ancient urge, given to him by someone other than the man standing right in front of him on the observation deck.
Their hands tightened in each others and Jim could hear bells, somehow, and a gong and then it was all heat and need and want.
There were lips, pressing onto his, rough tongue probing his oral cavity urgently, arms tightening around him and all he could, all he wanted to do, was to respond in kind.
Somewhere, in his mind there was a voice, saying “Kal-if-ar” …
And the world went upside down.
~*~*~
A beep pulled his thoughts back to present. It looked as if Spock was waking up from his nap.
He leaned over his patient to check for any signs of distress.
And there they were.
“AHHHHHHH!!! Bath'pa!”
“Spock! What is it? Does it hurt?” McCoy asked, already pulling out his medical tricorder and waving it over Spock.
“Doctor. Could you please stop leaning over me like this,” Spock said, wincing. He didn't look happy, but then again, the green hellspawn never looked anything other than bored or displeased. Except when he looked at Jim.
“Like what! You can't even see!”
“On the contrary, Doctor, and I can assure you, your face is not the sight I consider pleasant,” up went that damn eyebrow again.
For a second McCoy considered tossing the hobgoblin an insult right back, but the impulse was held by a medical miracle happening in his sickbay.
“What do you mean, you can see?” he sputtered, running the scanner over Spock again. “Not two hours ago you couldn't!”
“My inner eyelid must have protected my eyes from exposure to the light sufficient to permanently damage my optic nerves,” Spock said, dismissively.
“Inner eyelid? I never heard of-”
“I do not see you talking about your appendix, Doctor,” Spock hopped off the biobed and headed to the door, McCoy following him hastily. “Is Jim on the bridge? I would very much like to see him now.”
“I bet you would,” McCoy smirked.
He had to skip every now and then to keep up with the speed-walking Vulcan.
~*~*~
“So, Mr Spock.”
“Yes, Captain?”
“I heard you like Mudkips.”
“The game, Captain.”
“God dammit!”
~*~*~
Come my love, I'll tell you a tale
of Jim and Spock and their love story
and how he loved him oh, so much,
and all the logic he did possess.
Now this will happen once upon a time
When things won't be so complex.
And how he worshiped the space he fared.
When he looked in his eyes, he became obsessed.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel;
it's as real as the feelings I feel.
This love was stronger than devices so dark,
A Romulan had within his keeping;
Machines to crash and break a heart
Within his chest, but only sleeping.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel;
it's as real as the feelings I feel.
Jim said, "Don't you know I love you oh, so much,
Especially when you beat me at chess?"
Spock said, "Don't you know that storybook loves
Always have a happy ending?"
Then he swooped him up, just like in the books,
And on his starship they flew away.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel;
it's as real as the feelings I feel.