The Game of the Chase ~ Tablyn24 ~ Ficlet ~ PG ~ Star Trek: TOS
Title: The Game of the Chase
Prompt: Open mic
Fandom: Star Trek (TOS)
Word Count:344
Rating: PG
Summary: Spock and Nurse Chapel crash on a planet and lost all commucations to get help
A/N: Cross posted in my own journal.
She sat with her hands underneath her legs staring at the sealed door, shaking from the cold. At least the pain is starting to subside she thinks, leaning into the wall. From somewhere, deeper and unseen from her vantage point the sounds of Spock searching through boxes and the packed equipment was heard. Christine scoffs at the irony of the situation, after years wishing to be alone with the intense Vulcan only to have the journey end with an all out failure of the shuttlecraft, which lead to the quite uncivilized landing on well she had no idea where. Of course all the instruments to contact the Enterprise or any ship that might be in nearby orbit above were destroyed. Christine was grateful and almost surprised of how Spock took care of her first, especially the blow on the back of her head, tended to the bruises and found the sources of all points in which the blood was coming from. And just like what she considered to be deep Vulcan pride after seeing she was well enough to be left alone he went to search for the scattered pieces of junk to piece together their own communitcator, despite his own injuries. Perhaps his pain tolerance is so high he doesn't actually feel it, now that would be nice.
"Nurse Chapel I require your assistance, are you well enough to stand?" She nods her head and tries to get up, only to find her legs shaking and resisting.
"Yeah hold on..."
"Never mind I'll bring it to you." She smiles grateful, a look he of course ignored or maybe didn't understand. If it wasn't for the irony and direness of this I might actually be able to relish in the knowledge he's so close and willing. Christine thinks as Spock sits down next to her, with what looked to be nothing but broken plastic pieces in his hand, leaning over her shoulder. But she was a professional, a star fleet officer, the game of the chase could continue when they were safe.
Prompt: Open mic
Fandom: Star Trek (TOS)
Word Count:344
Rating: PG
Summary: Spock and Nurse Chapel crash on a planet and lost all commucations to get help
A/N: Cross posted in my own journal.
She sat with her hands underneath her legs staring at the sealed door, shaking from the cold. At least the pain is starting to subside she thinks, leaning into the wall. From somewhere, deeper and unseen from her vantage point the sounds of Spock searching through boxes and the packed equipment was heard. Christine scoffs at the irony of the situation, after years wishing to be alone with the intense Vulcan only to have the journey end with an all out failure of the shuttlecraft, which lead to the quite uncivilized landing on well she had no idea where. Of course all the instruments to contact the Enterprise or any ship that might be in nearby orbit above were destroyed. Christine was grateful and almost surprised of how Spock took care of her first, especially the blow on the back of her head, tended to the bruises and found the sources of all points in which the blood was coming from. And just like what she considered to be deep Vulcan pride after seeing she was well enough to be left alone he went to search for the scattered pieces of junk to piece together their own communitcator, despite his own injuries. Perhaps his pain tolerance is so high he doesn't actually feel it, now that would be nice.
"Nurse Chapel I require your assistance, are you well enough to stand?" She nods her head and tries to get up, only to find her legs shaking and resisting.
"Yeah hold on..."
"Never mind I'll bring it to you." She smiles grateful, a look he of course ignored or maybe didn't understand. If it wasn't for the irony and direness of this I might actually be able to relish in the knowledge he's so close and willing. Christine thinks as Spock sits down next to her, with what looked to be nothing but broken plastic pieces in his hand, leaning over her shoulder. But she was a professional, a star fleet officer, the game of the chase could continue when they were safe.