Five More Ficlets
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browngirlSo here are the rest of this week's meme ficlets. These are a bit sketchy and not as polished as they might be -- I approached them as the fic equivalent of 'drawbles' (though they aren't actually drabbles) and decided to let them be what they would be.
Content Advisory: het, femslash, rating up to PG-13, genderswap, Mirrorverse, a smidge of onscreen violence, bad language, and a baby.
* ^ * ^ *
This has been the weirdest fucking day. Like all weird days it started small, with a funny signal that led them to a malfunctioning Klingon buoy, but by now they've discovered an inhabited planet of five-legged sentients , had a firefight that nearly knocked out the Warp drive, and outraced the Klingons and the Romulans to a mysteriously important point next to nowhere, only to find the same sort of lightning storm in space that Jim remembers from the records of the Kelvin's destruction and his mother's story of his birth. Except that this one is spilling out bits of debris that unmistakably came from a Starfleet ship. One of the Kelvin's vintage.
Jim stares at his viewscreen, out at crackling lights circling a hole of absolute blackness, and doesn't let himself shiver.
A larger chunk tumbles out, and Chekov's shout, "Captain, a lifesign!" overlaps Uhura's, "Distress signal detected! I have audio!"
"Onscreen," Jim orders, bracing himself, but nothing could prepare him for recognizing the tinny voice through the buzz of static. " --is Lieutenant George Kirk of the Kelvin, mayday, mayday, I repeat, this is--"
* ^ * ^ *
Leah clutches her sink in widened hands, staring into her square-jawed new face, disorientation and speculation waltzing together inside her head. She should be conferring with that crazy Scott about how to reverse the transporter's latest bobble, she should have contacted Uhura with a treatment plan and worked out with Chapel and M'Benga how to administer it to herself.
But she looks at her broad shoulders in the mirror, and remembers how, after an initial hunched moment of shock, Uhura swaggered off the transporter pad, smoothly swinging those lengthened legs, head high as always. More gracefully than Leah's managed, bumping and fumbling her way down corridors that feel narrower, but... Leah squeezes her bicep, thicker and firmer without the centimeter of feminine padding, and contemplates her changed self.
Kirk appears behind her and whistles appreciatively as she flinches, biting her lip in frustration that she was too damn distracted to hear him enter. He spins one upheld finger and when Leah turns she realizes she's his height, she can look levelly into his amused eyes.
"Not bad," he says, raking his gaze over her. "It's almost a pity you can't stay this way, you're a stud."
"Captain," makes her stammer briefly at the bizarre baritone she hears in her own mouth, but she manages to spit out her prevarication, "there's no guarantee the effect is even reversible --"
Kirk's eyes widen as she talks, then narrow, and then he cuts her off with a lunge and a slam, and Leah's new strength turns out to be no goddamn help at all. He's still Kirk, and he effortlessly bends her over her own sink, hauling her arms up behind her back until her shoulders creak into agony. "You think I won't fuck you like this?" he asks conversationally. "You think you're not still my pretty doctor?"
"No, sir," Leah growls, and at least now she rumbles, at least her feet are flat on the floor rather than tiptoe even when he leans hard against her and bends her further.
Even when he laughs and she shudders. "Dick or chick, you're still my Bones," he tells her, "but you're going to fix yourself and Uhura. That's an order, McCoy."
Nose pressed to cool polymer and her shoulders burning, Leah slumps, and all she can say is, "yes, Captain."
* ^ * ^ *
Leah's nervously skimming through her mental map of the Enterprise, considering whether to turn left at the next corner or chance the turbolift, when Jen lightly taps her elbow. She turns, and gets one disorienting flash of bright grin and blue, blue eyes before Jen's hand curls around her shoulder as Jen's mouth lands firmly on hers.
Firmly, pushily, oh so sweetly. Jen even tastes like him, but so much sweeter, her lips even fuller, her tongue just as bold. Leah gasps and Jen slips that tongue between her teeth, rocking her head back as she presses the kiss until Leah's lips tingle, until her breathing stutters and her head starts to whirl. Leah closes her hands on hard padded biceps, Jen's strength bracing her as Jen kisses her until her heartbeat speeds to hectic and her knees try to melt.
Jen pulls back, leaving Leah's mouth cold without the heat of hers, and all Leah can see is the red-shot darkness behind her swooned eyelids. She shoves them up and Jen's grin is just like his sweetest one, the one that makes Leah's heart lurch and lighten no matter how well she knows it's an illusion.
On Jen, it's the truth. "Bones," she murmurs, and even the fucking nickname sounds sweet in her raspy alto.
"What the Hell?" Leah answers, because they could be discovered any moment and now she can barely even walk, warmed nearly to melting all the way down to her toes. "What was that for?"
"Because you're so completely you," Jen tells her, the shine in her eyes lending reason to the nonsensical words. "Because you're my Bones."
Leah opens her mouth, and pauses, and doesn't say anything. She's not Jenny's Bones, and if they stay here smooching he'll find them and snatch her back. Even so, when she shuts her mouth she can feel it curved into a smile.
Jen smiles back, so sweetly Leah's eyes prickle and her heart painfully dances. She leans in again and against all sense Leah leans to meet her for a brief, soft brush of lips, before she pulls away and says, "Come on, this way," as they head onwards.
* ^ * ^ *
Janice counts the hours and the days. After three days, she discreetly comms her friend Thelly at Starfleet Medical and wheedles the answers to a few questions. At the end of five, she's managed to obtain a shipboard Ops uniform. After eight, she sends a note, just before bed, and forces herself to sleep while waiting for a reply.
It's there in the morning, one word, "Yes."
So, nine days after seven Starfleet ships set out to Vulcan and only the Enterprise returned, Janice Rand goes to visit the convalescent Captain Pike.
He smiles over his weary pallor, squeezes her hand firmly, and chats pleasantly for almost their full fifteen minutes, deftly steering the conversation despite her efforts. However, she's patient too, and when she stands to leave and he smiles at her with politeness over resigned relief, she smiles back pleasantly despite what she's about to say.
"Captain Pike," Janice says with her hand between his, "it would have been an honor to serve with you."
He blinks once, his smile shifting a little into something truer and more painful, and she grits her teeth behind her own smile, knowing the last thing he wants is her tears. "Yeoman Rand," he answers, "the regret is all mine."
* ^ * ^ *
Leonard sits in his desk chair, holding Gaila's son on his lap, studying the new-leaf-green baby as the baby gums on his forefinger and stares at him right back. He's a cheerful little Buddha, round and smiling and still bald, incredibly plump and a little solemn, gazing steadily at Leonard with round ink-dark eyes. He keeps still better than Leonard would ever expect Jim did as a baby, and the only person he can recognize in these round features is Gaila, but he keeps looking as the baby gurgles around his finger and keeps on chewing.
"Stop that," Gaila says indulgently, leaning against his shoulder to waggle her fingers at her baby.
"Stop what?" Leonard asks, tugging at his finger in case that's what she means, though her son grips it with both chubby fists.
"Stop trying to guess his father." Caught out, he knows his guilt shows on his face, and she grins toothily at him and reaches for her son. "I told you, he's my baby."
"And he's a fine boy," Leonard says by way of apology as he hoists the baby into her arms, his finger hauled along almost the whole way. Gaila laughs merrily, because she knows him, and her son gurgles cheery agreement with his mama. Leonard looks up at Gaila and her baby smiling cheek to cheek, and shrugs as he gives in with a grin.
Content Advisory: het, femslash, rating up to PG-13, genderswap, Mirrorverse, a smidge of onscreen violence, bad language, and a baby.
This has been the weirdest fucking day. Like all weird days it started small, with a funny signal that led them to a malfunctioning Klingon buoy, but by now they've discovered an inhabited planet of five-legged sentients , had a firefight that nearly knocked out the Warp drive, and outraced the Klingons and the Romulans to a mysteriously important point next to nowhere, only to find the same sort of lightning storm in space that Jim remembers from the records of the Kelvin's destruction and his mother's story of his birth. Except that this one is spilling out bits of debris that unmistakably came from a Starfleet ship. One of the Kelvin's vintage.
Jim stares at his viewscreen, out at crackling lights circling a hole of absolute blackness, and doesn't let himself shiver.
A larger chunk tumbles out, and Chekov's shout, "Captain, a lifesign!" overlaps Uhura's, "Distress signal detected! I have audio!"
"Onscreen," Jim orders, bracing himself, but nothing could prepare him for recognizing the tinny voice through the buzz of static. " --is Lieutenant George Kirk of the Kelvin, mayday, mayday, I repeat, this is--"
Leah clutches her sink in widened hands, staring into her square-jawed new face, disorientation and speculation waltzing together inside her head. She should be conferring with that crazy Scott about how to reverse the transporter's latest bobble, she should have contacted Uhura with a treatment plan and worked out with Chapel and M'Benga how to administer it to herself.
But she looks at her broad shoulders in the mirror, and remembers how, after an initial hunched moment of shock, Uhura swaggered off the transporter pad, smoothly swinging those lengthened legs, head high as always. More gracefully than Leah's managed, bumping and fumbling her way down corridors that feel narrower, but... Leah squeezes her bicep, thicker and firmer without the centimeter of feminine padding, and contemplates her changed self.
Kirk appears behind her and whistles appreciatively as she flinches, biting her lip in frustration that she was too damn distracted to hear him enter. He spins one upheld finger and when Leah turns she realizes she's his height, she can look levelly into his amused eyes.
"Not bad," he says, raking his gaze over her. "It's almost a pity you can't stay this way, you're a stud."
"Captain," makes her stammer briefly at the bizarre baritone she hears in her own mouth, but she manages to spit out her prevarication, "there's no guarantee the effect is even reversible --"
Kirk's eyes widen as she talks, then narrow, and then he cuts her off with a lunge and a slam, and Leah's new strength turns out to be no goddamn help at all. He's still Kirk, and he effortlessly bends her over her own sink, hauling her arms up behind her back until her shoulders creak into agony. "You think I won't fuck you like this?" he asks conversationally. "You think you're not still my pretty doctor?"
"No, sir," Leah growls, and at least now she rumbles, at least her feet are flat on the floor rather than tiptoe even when he leans hard against her and bends her further.
Even when he laughs and she shudders. "Dick or chick, you're still my Bones," he tells her, "but you're going to fix yourself and Uhura. That's an order, McCoy."
Nose pressed to cool polymer and her shoulders burning, Leah slumps, and all she can say is, "yes, Captain."
Leah's nervously skimming through her mental map of the Enterprise, considering whether to turn left at the next corner or chance the turbolift, when Jen lightly taps her elbow. She turns, and gets one disorienting flash of bright grin and blue, blue eyes before Jen's hand curls around her shoulder as Jen's mouth lands firmly on hers.
Firmly, pushily, oh so sweetly. Jen even tastes like him, but so much sweeter, her lips even fuller, her tongue just as bold. Leah gasps and Jen slips that tongue between her teeth, rocking her head back as she presses the kiss until Leah's lips tingle, until her breathing stutters and her head starts to whirl. Leah closes her hands on hard padded biceps, Jen's strength bracing her as Jen kisses her until her heartbeat speeds to hectic and her knees try to melt.
Jen pulls back, leaving Leah's mouth cold without the heat of hers, and all Leah can see is the red-shot darkness behind her swooned eyelids. She shoves them up and Jen's grin is just like his sweetest one, the one that makes Leah's heart lurch and lighten no matter how well she knows it's an illusion.
On Jen, it's the truth. "Bones," she murmurs, and even the fucking nickname sounds sweet in her raspy alto.
"What the Hell?" Leah answers, because they could be discovered any moment and now she can barely even walk, warmed nearly to melting all the way down to her toes. "What was that for?"
"Because you're so completely you," Jen tells her, the shine in her eyes lending reason to the nonsensical words. "Because you're my Bones."
Leah opens her mouth, and pauses, and doesn't say anything. She's not Jenny's Bones, and if they stay here smooching he'll find them and snatch her back. Even so, when she shuts her mouth she can feel it curved into a smile.
Jen smiles back, so sweetly Leah's eyes prickle and her heart painfully dances. She leans in again and against all sense Leah leans to meet her for a brief, soft brush of lips, before she pulls away and says, "Come on, this way," as they head onwards.
Janice counts the hours and the days. After three days, she discreetly comms her friend Thelly at Starfleet Medical and wheedles the answers to a few questions. At the end of five, she's managed to obtain a shipboard Ops uniform. After eight, she sends a note, just before bed, and forces herself to sleep while waiting for a reply.
It's there in the morning, one word, "Yes."
So, nine days after seven Starfleet ships set out to Vulcan and only the Enterprise returned, Janice Rand goes to visit the convalescent Captain Pike.
He smiles over his weary pallor, squeezes her hand firmly, and chats pleasantly for almost their full fifteen minutes, deftly steering the conversation despite her efforts. However, she's patient too, and when she stands to leave and he smiles at her with politeness over resigned relief, she smiles back pleasantly despite what she's about to say.
"Captain Pike," Janice says with her hand between his, "it would have been an honor to serve with you."
He blinks once, his smile shifting a little into something truer and more painful, and she grits her teeth behind her own smile, knowing the last thing he wants is her tears. "Yeoman Rand," he answers, "the regret is all mine."
Leonard sits in his desk chair, holding Gaila's son on his lap, studying the new-leaf-green baby as the baby gums on his forefinger and stares at him right back. He's a cheerful little Buddha, round and smiling and still bald, incredibly plump and a little solemn, gazing steadily at Leonard with round ink-dark eyes. He keeps still better than Leonard would ever expect Jim did as a baby, and the only person he can recognize in these round features is Gaila, but he keeps looking as the baby gurgles around his finger and keeps on chewing.
"Stop that," Gaila says indulgently, leaning against his shoulder to waggle her fingers at her baby.
"Stop what?" Leonard asks, tugging at his finger in case that's what she means, though her son grips it with both chubby fists.
"Stop trying to guess his father." Caught out, he knows his guilt shows on his face, and she grins toothily at him and reaches for her son. "I told you, he's my baby."
"And he's a fine boy," Leonard says by way of apology as he hoists the baby into her arms, his finger hauled along almost the whole way. Gaila laughs merrily, because she knows him, and her son gurgles cheery agreement with his mama. Leonard looks up at Gaila and her baby smiling cheek to cheek, and shrugs as he gives in with a grin.
