[TWBI] Happy Halloween!
Title: Happy Halloween!
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 1572
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: This is not the first illogical action I have ever participated in because of James Tiberius Kirk. I doubt it will be the last. Masterlist
Previous: Swimming
'HAPPY HALLOWEEN!'
I stare at the large sign that hangs from the porch of the dilapidated 20th century house. A 'haunted house', Jim had called it. Because ghosts, or at least what Terrans identify as ghost, do not exist, I fail to see what qualified this house as haunted. I ask.
"It's not really haunted. It's just decorated to scare people."
"Why would one willingly engage in an activity the sole purpose of which is to frighten them?"
Jim shrugged. "People just like to be scared sometimes. That's the point of watching a horror movie: To scare the shit out of you for an hour or two."
While I did not appreciate the image his idiom conjured, I understood. "Illogical."
I looked around. The house was in the middle of a block in an amusement park designed to look like a 20th century suburban neighborhood. Usually used to educate on pre-warp Terran life, at the time of Halloween they decorated the streets and houses with items that seemed to be innately terrifying to most, if not all, Terrans. Skeletons dangled in trees, silken webs, sheeted figures, tombstones, gourds with faces or pictures cut into their sides and a light source placed within to illuminate them. The streets were crowded with people, young children and adults, that were dressed in elaborate costumes and carrying bags. They wandered aimlessly or along the sidewalks, knocking on the doors of houses to be given candy.
"Of all of the Terran holidays, this one confuses me the most."
"Yeah, and that's really saying something."
I look at Jim, who is smirking and dressed in the blue pinstripe suit and white fedora that he had acquired on Sigma Iotia II. He had bemoaned the fact that he did not have an automatic firearm to carry around with him, claiming it was the only way people would be able to correctly identify him as a gangster and not just anyone from the 1920s.
I wore the outfit that had been created for me when we beamed down to Beta III, a gray vest and pants with a black hooded cloak that could be used to cover my ears. If anyone asked, I could claim that I was an Archon.
I had always wondered what happened to all of the native clothing we wore for missions once we returned to the ship, though I never dwelled on it. Jim had apparently been collecting them in a large trunk in his room. I can only guess what other uses he has in mind for them. Knowing him, the ideas probably would not end up with us wearing them very long.
"Come on." Jim jerks his head towards the house. "Let's go inside."
I frown slightly. "Must we?"
He glares at me. "Everyone else is out trick-or-treating tonight, but I gave that up because you refused to."
"You could have gone with the others."
"And miss running around in costumes with you without the looming threat of death over our heads? No way."
"I was under the impression that the 'looming threat of death' was the purpose of this holiday."
He rolls his eyes and grabs my arm, pulling me towards the house. I let him.
We first walk into a large foyer, poorly lit covered in cobwebs and dust. The air is very cold. A walkway on the second floor could be seen. The sounds of screaming and laughter, both recorded and not, echo through the house. Two pale-faced teenage girls dressed a nurse and an apple run passed us and out.
We walk to the right to find a dining area. A bloody, grinning face of a man fades in and out on the mirror above the fireplace, which has glowing eyes instead of a fire. The tables and chairs shook suddenly. My keen hearing could hear the gears and mechanisms that caused the movement, rather ruining any illusions.
"Does this really frighten you?" I ask.
He shrugs. "Not really. You?"
"It is illogical that you would ask. Of course not. Fear is an emotion."
He looked at me, disbelief in his eyes. Probably from my claim that I do not feel fear and not that I am not currently scared.
I look back at him, blankly.
He rolls his eyes once more and walks through the dining area to the kitchen. As I started to follow, all of the dishes in a large glass cabinet shattered. Then a few moments later, all the pieces flew back to their original position.
"Fascinating," I muse and lean forward to attempt to see how it is done. When nothing happens, I wonder if it is motion activated. I walked backwards, then in front of the cabinet again. The plates shatter and I watch intently as they reform. Perhaps they-
There was a yell from the kitchen and a large bang as if something heavy was dropped. I straighten quickly. I had heard that yell on enough missions to know who it came from.
"Jim?" I call out loudly. There was no answer. I stiffly walk to the doorway and call out his name again. I am met with more silence. My stomach tightened. I walk in to see a blue body slumped on the floor.
"JIM!" I shout and rush forward. The body moves and I'm met with the large face of a toothy animal. I jerk back, losing my balance on the dusty floor and falling onto my backside.
Jim laughs as he takes off the mask and sits up. "I thought you said you were never afraid."
I glare at him. I gracefully stand, brush the dust and dirt from my cloak and walk out of the kitchen, not blinking when utensils flew out of drawers as I passed.
"Aw, Spock! Come on! It was a joke!"
I ignore him to go through the house on my own. After walking through a living area with bloody hologram ghosts flying through it, I came to a set of stairs that would flatten to become a slide. I waited for it to revert back to stairs before quickly climbing them with 4.4 seconds before they turned back. After going through a bedroom with a hovering bed and a small library with flying books, I made my way to the other side of the house. I walked through the hall way that was above the foyer when movement caught my eye. I paused and looked down.
Jim was standing in the middle of the foyer with a woman clinging to his arm. She was dressed as a white rabbit though if one more stitch was removed from her 'costume' she could be charged with public nudity. I could feel anger begin to boil within me, despite myself, but his face soon mollified it somewhat.
He was smiling, but it was tight and very forced. He looked rather uncomfortable with the body contact, which was unusual for him. The woman had obviously clung herself to him without his consent.
"Are you gonna save me from all the scary ghosts?" I could hear her coo into his ear.
"Look, really, my friend left and I-" he started, pointed a thumb to the front door.
She suddenly dragged him back into the dining room. He grimaced slightly before disappearing after her.
I frowned deeply before quickly retracing my steps until I found myself back downstairs in the kitchen. I picked up the animal mask that lay on the floor and adjusted my hood.
The woman gave a scream of fake fright from the dining room before she moaned lowly. "I feel so much safer with you," she whispered.
"Yeah…" he trailed off.
"I always thought old suits were sexy."
"I really-"
"I heard there's a floating bed upstairs-"
I yell and run out of the kitchen. I pounce, tackling Jim to the ground. The girl screams from actual fright and runs out of the room towards the foyer. I bring myself up as I hear the front door slam. I straddle Jim, who looks up at me in shock. His expression suddenly changes to disbelief. He brings his hand up and takes off the mask, revealing my stoic face.
He looks at me for a long time before he suddenly bursts out laughing. Any negative feelings I may have been harboring against my will melt away in the glow of it. Tears stream down his face and it takes him 3.5 minutes before he regains his composure enough to speak. "That was fucking awesome!"
"Indeed."
"Yeah, Spock, you're not possessive at all."
"I never claimed I was not."
The table and chairs next to us suddenly move and the glass in the cabinet shatters, startling us both.
He smirks. "So much for neither of us being scared."
"Being scared and being startled are not the same."
"Isn't it basically just being scared for a very short time?"
"Perhaps," I say and lean down. "Are you going to save me from all the scary ghosts?" I purr lowly.
His smirk grows. "Of course." He grabs the collar of my cape and brings me down for a kiss.
"Dammit! I came in here to be frightened, not nauseated."
Jim and I look up to see Dr. McCoy and Lt. Sulu, dressed as a court jester and a swashbuckler respectively.
"I must compliment you on your costume, Doctor. It suits you quite well."
"Shut up, Spock."
Next: First
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 1572
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: This is not the first illogical action I have ever participated in because of James Tiberius Kirk. I doubt it will be the last. Masterlist
Previous: Swimming
'HAPPY HALLOWEEN!'
I stare at the large sign that hangs from the porch of the dilapidated 20th century house. A 'haunted house', Jim had called it. Because ghosts, or at least what Terrans identify as ghost, do not exist, I fail to see what qualified this house as haunted. I ask.
"It's not really haunted. It's just decorated to scare people."
"Why would one willingly engage in an activity the sole purpose of which is to frighten them?"
Jim shrugged. "People just like to be scared sometimes. That's the point of watching a horror movie: To scare the shit out of you for an hour or two."
While I did not appreciate the image his idiom conjured, I understood. "Illogical."
I looked around. The house was in the middle of a block in an amusement park designed to look like a 20th century suburban neighborhood. Usually used to educate on pre-warp Terran life, at the time of Halloween they decorated the streets and houses with items that seemed to be innately terrifying to most, if not all, Terrans. Skeletons dangled in trees, silken webs, sheeted figures, tombstones, gourds with faces or pictures cut into their sides and a light source placed within to illuminate them. The streets were crowded with people, young children and adults, that were dressed in elaborate costumes and carrying bags. They wandered aimlessly or along the sidewalks, knocking on the doors of houses to be given candy.
"Of all of the Terran holidays, this one confuses me the most."
"Yeah, and that's really saying something."
I look at Jim, who is smirking and dressed in the blue pinstripe suit and white fedora that he had acquired on Sigma Iotia II. He had bemoaned the fact that he did not have an automatic firearm to carry around with him, claiming it was the only way people would be able to correctly identify him as a gangster and not just anyone from the 1920s.
I wore the outfit that had been created for me when we beamed down to Beta III, a gray vest and pants with a black hooded cloak that could be used to cover my ears. If anyone asked, I could claim that I was an Archon.
I had always wondered what happened to all of the native clothing we wore for missions once we returned to the ship, though I never dwelled on it. Jim had apparently been collecting them in a large trunk in his room. I can only guess what other uses he has in mind for them. Knowing him, the ideas probably would not end up with us wearing them very long.
"Come on." Jim jerks his head towards the house. "Let's go inside."
I frown slightly. "Must we?"
He glares at me. "Everyone else is out trick-or-treating tonight, but I gave that up because you refused to."
"You could have gone with the others."
"And miss running around in costumes with you without the looming threat of death over our heads? No way."
"I was under the impression that the 'looming threat of death' was the purpose of this holiday."
He rolls his eyes and grabs my arm, pulling me towards the house. I let him.
We first walk into a large foyer, poorly lit covered in cobwebs and dust. The air is very cold. A walkway on the second floor could be seen. The sounds of screaming and laughter, both recorded and not, echo through the house. Two pale-faced teenage girls dressed a nurse and an apple run passed us and out.
We walk to the right to find a dining area. A bloody, grinning face of a man fades in and out on the mirror above the fireplace, which has glowing eyes instead of a fire. The tables and chairs shook suddenly. My keen hearing could hear the gears and mechanisms that caused the movement, rather ruining any illusions.
"Does this really frighten you?" I ask.
He shrugs. "Not really. You?"
"It is illogical that you would ask. Of course not. Fear is an emotion."
He looked at me, disbelief in his eyes. Probably from my claim that I do not feel fear and not that I am not currently scared.
I look back at him, blankly.
He rolls his eyes once more and walks through the dining area to the kitchen. As I started to follow, all of the dishes in a large glass cabinet shattered. Then a few moments later, all the pieces flew back to their original position.
"Fascinating," I muse and lean forward to attempt to see how it is done. When nothing happens, I wonder if it is motion activated. I walked backwards, then in front of the cabinet again. The plates shatter and I watch intently as they reform. Perhaps they-
There was a yell from the kitchen and a large bang as if something heavy was dropped. I straighten quickly. I had heard that yell on enough missions to know who it came from.
"Jim?" I call out loudly. There was no answer. I stiffly walk to the doorway and call out his name again. I am met with more silence. My stomach tightened. I walk in to see a blue body slumped on the floor.
"JIM!" I shout and rush forward. The body moves and I'm met with the large face of a toothy animal. I jerk back, losing my balance on the dusty floor and falling onto my backside.
Jim laughs as he takes off the mask and sits up. "I thought you said you were never afraid."
I glare at him. I gracefully stand, brush the dust and dirt from my cloak and walk out of the kitchen, not blinking when utensils flew out of drawers as I passed.
"Aw, Spock! Come on! It was a joke!"
I ignore him to go through the house on my own. After walking through a living area with bloody hologram ghosts flying through it, I came to a set of stairs that would flatten to become a slide. I waited for it to revert back to stairs before quickly climbing them with 4.4 seconds before they turned back. After going through a bedroom with a hovering bed and a small library with flying books, I made my way to the other side of the house. I walked through the hall way that was above the foyer when movement caught my eye. I paused and looked down.
Jim was standing in the middle of the foyer with a woman clinging to his arm. She was dressed as a white rabbit though if one more stitch was removed from her 'costume' she could be charged with public nudity. I could feel anger begin to boil within me, despite myself, but his face soon mollified it somewhat.
He was smiling, but it was tight and very forced. He looked rather uncomfortable with the body contact, which was unusual for him. The woman had obviously clung herself to him without his consent.
"Are you gonna save me from all the scary ghosts?" I could hear her coo into his ear.
"Look, really, my friend left and I-" he started, pointed a thumb to the front door.
She suddenly dragged him back into the dining room. He grimaced slightly before disappearing after her.
I frowned deeply before quickly retracing my steps until I found myself back downstairs in the kitchen. I picked up the animal mask that lay on the floor and adjusted my hood.
The woman gave a scream of fake fright from the dining room before she moaned lowly. "I feel so much safer with you," she whispered.
"Yeah…" he trailed off.
"I always thought old suits were sexy."
"I really-"
"I heard there's a floating bed upstairs-"
I yell and run out of the kitchen. I pounce, tackling Jim to the ground. The girl screams from actual fright and runs out of the room towards the foyer. I bring myself up as I hear the front door slam. I straddle Jim, who looks up at me in shock. His expression suddenly changes to disbelief. He brings his hand up and takes off the mask, revealing my stoic face.
He looks at me for a long time before he suddenly bursts out laughing. Any negative feelings I may have been harboring against my will melt away in the glow of it. Tears stream down his face and it takes him 3.5 minutes before he regains his composure enough to speak. "That was fucking awesome!"
"Indeed."
"Yeah, Spock, you're not possessive at all."
"I never claimed I was not."
The table and chairs next to us suddenly move and the glass in the cabinet shatters, startling us both.
He smirks. "So much for neither of us being scared."
"Being scared and being startled are not the same."
"Isn't it basically just being scared for a very short time?"
"Perhaps," I say and lean down. "Are you going to save me from all the scary ghosts?" I purr lowly.
His smirk grows. "Of course." He grabs the collar of my cape and brings me down for a kiss.
"Dammit! I came in here to be frightened, not nauseated."
Jim and I look up to see Dr. McCoy and Lt. Sulu, dressed as a court jester and a swashbuckler respectively.
"I must compliment you on your costume, Doctor. It suits you quite well."
"Shut up, Spock."
Next: First