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Five Ficlets Of Ten
So, earlier this week I embarked upon a meme of ficlets. I meant to have them all done by now: here are the first five. All somewhere in the PG range.
Content Advisory: One egregious reference. Mentions of genderswap, Mirrorverse, violence, sex, & alternate paths for canon; nothing explicit.
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Jim makes damn sure to take all of Sulu's blades -- which involves a pleasant bit of manhandling and earns him some souvenir fingernail slashes -- before strapping the longest back on around her waist. "This is my dagger," he reminds her, curving his fingers to her hip. "My dagger, in my service."
Head tilted back, she stares up at him undaunted, her mouth pulled sideways into a smug little 'that's what you think' smirk. All she says is, "Yes, Captain," but she sets her hand atop his, her dagger-sharp nails just pricking the back of his hand.
Jim already knew he'll need, and want, to keep an eye on Sulu, and he means his answering grin. He can work with this.
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Sickened enough for one day, George's about to leave the market when the auctioneer announces a final, special shipment guaranteed to include some Humans. The crowd eagerly titters and crows, Humans being rare since Earth's destruction; George tugs his hood forward and settles his stance, hoping grimly to see someone he can rescue, someone he can work with.
In the third shivering, naked captive on the block, he sees Chris. Chris Pike, head high and eyes coldly defiant, wearing layered bruises as proudly as he wore his cadet reds a year and a lifetime ago.
George spends every last coin in a rash flurry of desperation, and Winona would deplore his lack of tactics if she'd come with him today, but he wins the auction, he buys Chris, and the long hike home and empty pockets will all be worth it for the shocked wonder lighting up Chris's bleak blue eyes.
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"Lord help me," Leonard gasps, propelled backwards through his own doorway by Jen's ruthless hands, "what's gotten into you?"
"Told you he wouldn't get it," says Sulu behind her, his broad nimble hands on her waist, but she laughs and knocks Leonard over onto his bed, onto his back, and swings her thighs either side of his hips. "It's the Kessel Run, McCoy," he adds like that means anything, eyes glittering over Jen's shoulder, hair gleaming in the afternoon sunlight.
Leonard has to admit, if just to himself, that triumph looks good on him.
The whole world knows it looks good on Jen, leaning over him all golden and shining, her strong hands pressing down his shoulders. "We did it in twelve parsecs, Bones! Four less than anyone's managed before! We figured out a new route for the first time in fifty years! Do you know what that means?"
"You're sitting on me in the middle of the day?" Leonard asks, like he minds, his disobedient hands curving up under Jen's hips.
Sulu laughs and climbs on with them, smirking upside down, his thighs sleekly framing Leonard's head as Jen's grin widens to dazzling. "It means you're in bed with the two most awesome pilots in the Academy," she tells him as she rocks down against him, maddeningly, sweetly hot, and Sulu leans in and bites her ear as she leans down and bites Leonard's lip.
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There's a crash and a scream outside, and Lenore's on her feet before Chapel even opens her office door. Seeing her, Chapel swings a step out of her way, already turning back towards whatever craziness is going down this time.
It's Lieutenant Gaila, up and hollering like a banshee in sibilances that must be distorted Orion Prime, sending Zhukrak flying back with one slam of her palms against his sternum. "Not enough sedative," Chapel hisses low.
"You think?" Lenore replies, trying to circle around the angry disoriented girl staggering in the middle of Medbay with fists up and teeth bared. Gaila grabs the side of her head, babbling furiously as she scrabbles at the bandage, and they need to get her down again before she tears it off and does herself real damage.
So of course Lenore trips over some bit of flotsam and crashes to her knees, and Gaila whips around towards her, fist drawn back. Lenore looks up, wincing already, hoping someone can grab Gaila while she's beating on her.
But she doesn't. Gaila stares at Lenore, eyes wide and cloudy, and mouths a silent word just before Chapel edges up alongside and makes a long arm to administer a hypo. Lenore shoves herself up as Gaila falls, taking her limp weight, and she and Chapel hoist her back up on the biobed. Across the room Villanueva's getting Zhukrak back on his feet, it's all over but the cleanup.
"Huh," Chapel says over her busy hands as they get Gaila settled, "I'm not sure, but I think she called you, 'healer'."
"You think she remembered me?" Lenore blinks, and dares a little hope.
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On the second day after Janice wakes up, Nyota comes to Sickbay carrying a small satchel of supplies. She draws the privacy curtain around the biobed, helps Janice sit up, and sits behind her; outside, she can hear Leonard's rumbly demand for an explanation and Christine's reasonable tones in response, but in here she unpins and unknots Janice's disheveled hairdo, working the knots out from the ends up. She hums as she combs, bits of randomly selected tunes, and Janice sits silently with her arms over her knees, breathing in, breathing out.
When her hair's in reasonably good order, Nyota switches to the dry shampoo brush, drawing it through from scalp to waist, and Janice sighs softly with each stroke. The last time Nyota was in Sickbay, Janice did this for her, in part because Spock's fingers trembled whenever he touched her. She remembers that, and the feeling of regaining her strength, and puts as much reassurance into her touch as she can.
When she's finished Nyota does up Janice's hair in a simple flat braid she can lie on, then hugs her, feeling Janice's fingers digging into her shoulders. "I'm sure your voice will recover soon," she says, and Janice rolls her eyes, smiling wryly; Nyota grins just as wryly, and hugs her again.
Content Advisory: One egregious reference. Mentions of genderswap, Mirrorverse, violence, sex, & alternate paths for canon; nothing explicit.
Jim makes damn sure to take all of Sulu's blades -- which involves a pleasant bit of manhandling and earns him some souvenir fingernail slashes -- before strapping the longest back on around her waist. "This is my dagger," he reminds her, curving his fingers to her hip. "My dagger, in my service."
Head tilted back, she stares up at him undaunted, her mouth pulled sideways into a smug little 'that's what you think' smirk. All she says is, "Yes, Captain," but she sets her hand atop his, her dagger-sharp nails just pricking the back of his hand.
Jim already knew he'll need, and want, to keep an eye on Sulu, and he means his answering grin. He can work with this.
Sickened enough for one day, George's about to leave the market when the auctioneer announces a final, special shipment guaranteed to include some Humans. The crowd eagerly titters and crows, Humans being rare since Earth's destruction; George tugs his hood forward and settles his stance, hoping grimly to see someone he can rescue, someone he can work with.
In the third shivering, naked captive on the block, he sees Chris. Chris Pike, head high and eyes coldly defiant, wearing layered bruises as proudly as he wore his cadet reds a year and a lifetime ago.
George spends every last coin in a rash flurry of desperation, and Winona would deplore his lack of tactics if she'd come with him today, but he wins the auction, he buys Chris, and the long hike home and empty pockets will all be worth it for the shocked wonder lighting up Chris's bleak blue eyes.
"Lord help me," Leonard gasps, propelled backwards through his own doorway by Jen's ruthless hands, "what's gotten into you?"
"Told you he wouldn't get it," says Sulu behind her, his broad nimble hands on her waist, but she laughs and knocks Leonard over onto his bed, onto his back, and swings her thighs either side of his hips. "It's the Kessel Run, McCoy," he adds like that means anything, eyes glittering over Jen's shoulder, hair gleaming in the afternoon sunlight.
Leonard has to admit, if just to himself, that triumph looks good on him.
The whole world knows it looks good on Jen, leaning over him all golden and shining, her strong hands pressing down his shoulders. "We did it in twelve parsecs, Bones! Four less than anyone's managed before! We figured out a new route for the first time in fifty years! Do you know what that means?"
"You're sitting on me in the middle of the day?" Leonard asks, like he minds, his disobedient hands curving up under Jen's hips.
Sulu laughs and climbs on with them, smirking upside down, his thighs sleekly framing Leonard's head as Jen's grin widens to dazzling. "It means you're in bed with the two most awesome pilots in the Academy," she tells him as she rocks down against him, maddeningly, sweetly hot, and Sulu leans in and bites her ear as she leans down and bites Leonard's lip.
There's a crash and a scream outside, and Lenore's on her feet before Chapel even opens her office door. Seeing her, Chapel swings a step out of her way, already turning back towards whatever craziness is going down this time.
It's Lieutenant Gaila, up and hollering like a banshee in sibilances that must be distorted Orion Prime, sending Zhukrak flying back with one slam of her palms against his sternum. "Not enough sedative," Chapel hisses low.
"You think?" Lenore replies, trying to circle around the angry disoriented girl staggering in the middle of Medbay with fists up and teeth bared. Gaila grabs the side of her head, babbling furiously as she scrabbles at the bandage, and they need to get her down again before she tears it off and does herself real damage.
So of course Lenore trips over some bit of flotsam and crashes to her knees, and Gaila whips around towards her, fist drawn back. Lenore looks up, wincing already, hoping someone can grab Gaila while she's beating on her.
But she doesn't. Gaila stares at Lenore, eyes wide and cloudy, and mouths a silent word just before Chapel edges up alongside and makes a long arm to administer a hypo. Lenore shoves herself up as Gaila falls, taking her limp weight, and she and Chapel hoist her back up on the biobed. Across the room Villanueva's getting Zhukrak back on his feet, it's all over but the cleanup.
"Huh," Chapel says over her busy hands as they get Gaila settled, "I'm not sure, but I think she called you, 'healer'."
"You think she remembered me?" Lenore blinks, and dares a little hope.
On the second day after Janice wakes up, Nyota comes to Sickbay carrying a small satchel of supplies. She draws the privacy curtain around the biobed, helps Janice sit up, and sits behind her; outside, she can hear Leonard's rumbly demand for an explanation and Christine's reasonable tones in response, but in here she unpins and unknots Janice's disheveled hairdo, working the knots out from the ends up. She hums as she combs, bits of randomly selected tunes, and Janice sits silently with her arms over her knees, breathing in, breathing out.
When her hair's in reasonably good order, Nyota switches to the dry shampoo brush, drawing it through from scalp to waist, and Janice sighs softly with each stroke. The last time Nyota was in Sickbay, Janice did this for her, in part because Spock's fingers trembled whenever he touched her. She remembers that, and the feeling of regaining her strength, and puts as much reassurance into her touch as she can.
When she's finished Nyota does up Janice's hair in a simple flat braid she can lie on, then hugs her, feeling Janice's fingers digging into her shoulders. "I'm sure your voice will recover soon," she says, and Janice rolls her eyes, smiling wryly; Nyota grins just as wryly, and hugs her again.