Art entry for Star Trek Big Bang
Fic Title: Doctor My Eyes
Author: moogsthewriter
Universe: Rebooted Trek
Pairing: none, the fic is gen
Rating: PG-13 (for the fic, at least... I'd say my art is pretty harmless and runs a PG at most)
Featured Characters: McCoy, Kirk, Scotty
Medium: ink and Photoshop
Notes: I really enjoyed reading this fic, so thank you first and foremost to my wonderful author who spun such an interesting tale. Other than that, I think the art can primarily speak for itself, so enjoy the art and enjoy the fic!
McCoy swallowed at that news and bent down to pick up the volleyball. It felt unnaturally heavy as he tossed it from one hand to the other. “Well, Jim’s frequency is still active, which proves he’s still alive. So if there’s no sign of life on the planet, then where the hell is Jim?”
Scott sighed, shoulders slumping forward as he watched the younger man. “What happened t’ you, Cap’n?” he asked so softly that McCoy almost didn’t hear him. “Why won’t you talk to us?”
The answering silence was even more depressing than the question.
“That’s because you throw yourself headfirst into dangerous situations, Jim,” McCoy replied firmly. “You face down the challenges no one else can.”
“What good does it do if everyone dies?” Kirk asked bitterly.
McCoy raised his arm and pointed. “That’s where a father gave his life for his family because he knew his son was worth dying for.” He shifted his arm and spoke before Kirk could interject. “That’s where an innocent child escaped a madman that slaughtered four thousand people without due cause.”
Author: moogsthewriter
Universe: Rebooted Trek
Pairing: none, the fic is gen
Rating: PG-13 (for the fic, at least... I'd say my art is pretty harmless and runs a PG at most)
Featured Characters: McCoy, Kirk, Scotty
Medium: ink and Photoshop
Notes: I really enjoyed reading this fic, so thank you first and foremost to my wonderful author who spun such an interesting tale. Other than that, I think the art can primarily speak for itself, so enjoy the art and enjoy the fic!
McCoy swallowed at that news and bent down to pick up the volleyball. It felt unnaturally heavy as he tossed it from one hand to the other. “Well, Jim’s frequency is still active, which proves he’s still alive. So if there’s no sign of life on the planet, then where the hell is Jim?”
Scott sighed, shoulders slumping forward as he watched the younger man. “What happened t’ you, Cap’n?” he asked so softly that McCoy almost didn’t hear him. “Why won’t you talk to us?”
The answering silence was even more depressing than the question.
“That’s because you throw yourself headfirst into dangerous situations, Jim,” McCoy replied firmly. “You face down the challenges no one else can.”
“What good does it do if everyone dies?” Kirk asked bitterly.
McCoy raised his arm and pointed. “That’s where a father gave his life for his family because he knew his son was worth dying for.” He shifted his arm and spoke before Kirk could interject. “That’s where an innocent child escaped a madman that slaughtered four thousand people without due cause.”