bridge2sickbay drabbles of 2010-02-07 :)
This time, the theme was... no, I'm not telling ;) Anyway, have some fic! :)
McCoy, Joanna - Hopelessly in Love (Kirk/McCoy implied)
"So - who is it?" McCoy asks.
"Who?" Joanna asks back, much too innocently.
"Who's the lucky guy?"
"Da-a-ad…" Joanna glances at Jim for help, but the captain only shrugs with a grin.
"All right." She takes a deep breath. "He's a scientist. Doing his dissertation here at the university."
"Sounds good."
"He's really nice and good-looking and knows how to cook."
"Still sounds good." McCoy laces his arms in front. "Why don't you bring him over for dinner?"
"I can't - he's out of town right now and won't be back until after your departure."
"Sounds like a cheap excuse to me," McCoy says, meeting Kirk's eyes. Kirk's grin broadens.
"I promise, you'll get to know him before anything important happens." Joanna rolls her eyes.
"What's important in your book? Marriage? Pregnancy?"
Joanna flinches under her father's scrutinizing gaze, then frowns annoyed. "Dad - I'm old enough to make my own decisions. We're not in the middle ages where I needed your permission for any of that."
Kirk finally comes to her rescue. "She's right, Bones."
McCoy snorts, but leaves it at that for the evening. He's got his methods.
"I found out who she's dating," McCoy says two days later. "He's a scientist all right, physics. Has quite a reputation for his young age. Works in a team with his mother."
"Ah." Kirk looks at him thoughtfully. "What's his name?"
"David Marcus."
"Uh-oh." Kirk harshly puts down his cup of coffee, spilling half of it over the table.
"Anything about the guy I should know?" McCoy asks with a frown. "Serial killer? Romulan spy? One of your ex-lovers?"
Kirk stays quiet until he's wiped the table top, then looks up with something of a helpless smile. "Your never mentioned stepson?"
***
Pike/Kirk - Red My Fortune Cookie
It's four-or-something in the morning after the best party Pike has attended in quite a while and he's slouched on a couch with his legs lightly spread, a drink within reach. There's a bag full of fortune cookies in his lap and he doesn't have the faintest clue how they ended there. But he doesn't complain because next to him, there's that young daredevil Jim picking up cookies from his lap. Most of them get distributed to the leftover people around them - a few get cracked and read by the captain.
"Nothing is as good or bad as it appears."
Pike snorts in disagreement. "Some things are shit no matter the point of view." He glares at Spock when the Vulcan looks like he wants to dispute the point. "Shit," he repeats more stately than his level of inebriation should allow for.
"I agree," Kirk says and leans over to pick more cookies for the small group. His hand spends quite some time rummaging in the depths of the bag, nudging it nicely against Pike's groin. At last, he takes another cookie, reading the quote aloud.
"Meet your opponent half way. You need the exercise," he states and grins at Pike.
"Great advice." Pike smirks and unpacks another cookie. He leans forward and holds out his hand, delighted when Kirk picks the cookie out of his hand with his lips. "Good doggie," he jokes and pats Kirk's head. The captain laughs, a snorting sound because there's still the complete cookie in his mouth; then he gets it out and cracks it.
"Ah…" Kirk twinkles and crouches upwards, leaning most of his weight onto one of Pike's legs as he fights to reach his ear.
"Be most affectionate today," he whispers and shows no intention to move away any time soon.
"Just today?" Pike laces his hand into Kirk's hair, almost leaning into a kiss - before he remembers that if they do what they want to do for too fucking long, it shouldn't be right in front of half the bridge crew. And really, it doesn't need McCoy's whistle and Uhura's "get a room" statement for that. It's not like he's that drunk.
They make it to Kirk's room and halfway through the process of undressing before their one-too-many drinks kill them.
But there's something to be said about sex in the morning.
***
Kirk, Cupcake - Casting Call
The door opens with a squeal. When Kirk doesn't look up right away, there's a cough, and another one.
"You wanted to speak with me?" a voice says, and Kirk looks up at last, meeting the nervous gaze of the man he's christened Cupcake on their very first encounter. When he still doesn't say a thing, the man clears his throat again, visibly fighting with himself before saying, "You wanted to speak with me - sir?"
"Yes, I did. Please take a seat, lieutenant."
Cupcake stiffly sits down in front of Kirk's desk. Actually, it's Pike's desk and office, but the admiral is still in rehab and has been kind enough to allow Kirk running the necessary crew talks in it.
"You know I'll be officially appointed as captain of the Enterprise in two days," Kirk starts without further ado. "We've already lost quite a few crewmembers in the ambush and some more because they resigned or wished to transfer planetside, so I'm not interested in losing any more. However, I need to know that everyone of my remaining crew will be loyal to me."
"And you doubt I would obey your orders?"
Kirk tilts his head. "I'm not just speaking about obeying orders. I really mean it when I ask for loyalty. It's a dangerous universe, now more than ever because the Federation has taken a blow that makes it look weak. Chances are we'll be engaged in warfare in the not so far future. Everyone needs to be able to rely on anyone else of the crew, at any given moment. If we went on a mission together, I need to be sure that you're not just following me because I'm an asshole outranking you - but because I'm your captain."
The man purses his lips. "Permission to speak freely, sir?"
"Of course."
"I don't know if I can give you that kind of loyalty. That's something to be earned. I've been working for Captain Pike for a year and he handpicked me. That should tell you that I can do a good job. As for loyalty… You'll be the captain, and it's my duty to keep you safe."
"No, it's not." Kirk shakes his head. "Your duty is to keep the Enterprise safe. Which might well mean to leave me behind because I say so."
Cupcake shrugs.
"If you were the captain, and I were you, would you keep me onboard?"
"I guess not."
Kirk nods. "My advise - ask for a transfer. It looks better when you initiate it."
"I'll do so." The man gets up. "I'll take my leave. Good luck, Kirk." He stomps out without being dismissed.
"One down, fourteen to go," Kirk mutters, then calls Bones - maybe the bitter taste on his tongue will go once he's got some food and a drink. He's definitely not looking forward to the next talks.
***
Pike/Number One - Meet me on a Star Ferry
She'd always claimed she doesn't like romance. She's pragmatic, straight and tough, and to wrangle a smile out of her is an eternal Sisyphean undertaking. The job of his life.
But here they are on a cruiser in a honeymoon suite that offers a breathtaking view into space, and he curls in her arms with his eyes on the stars and it's the most romantic thing ever.
Set aside the fact that it's fucking tough to be onboard a space ship and not being its captain. Control fetish, much?
"I know exactly how you feel," Number One murmurs and pats his head. "It's not my fault we don't do this on the Yorktown, but for some strange reason, everyone besides us agreed that we needed to get away for two weeks."
Pike chuckles. "Kids don't want to know about their parents having fun."
"We're not their parents," One says, slightly horrified.
"All right, I'm the absent father and you're the single mother."
"Any more comparisons like this, and you can move to the couch."
"I'm not going anywhere." He snuggles closer. "We should've done that a long time ago."
"We always had good reasons not to participate in such a - vacation."
"You say it as if it's a bad word."
"Ilyrians do not need vacation."
"Maybe they don't," Pike agrees and places his hand on her stomach, stroking the soft skin in gentle circles. "But I do, once in a while. Indulge this weak human."
Her hand caresses his neck, her nails rhythmically scratching over his skin. Her fingers have left interesting patterns on his back last night, but he doesn't mind at all. Any sign she leaves on his body is visible proof that he succeeds in getting under her metaphorical skin, at least for a moment - and that moment is all he asks for from his wonderfully strong woman.
***
Pike/McCoy - No Room for the Blues
If you can't get what you want, live with what you have.
If you can't move, imagine that's how you want it to be.
It's the illusion of choice that makes the bondage hot, the freedom to lean into it and pretend that when the ropes are gone, he'd be able to get up and walk out. It's a self-lie of the size of a planet, but he's got a conspirator in the deal, which makes it feel acceptable. Therapeutic, even.
In reality, when the ropes will be gone he'd roll over with effort and his legs will lay there like dead meat, unresponsive and disconnected. He'd need help to get to the bathroom and he'd have to be thankful for hands that reach out for everything that is outside his own range right now.
But until then, he leans into the ropes with closed eyes and lets the doc do the job, keeping his mind occupied with those marvelous hands and marvelous lips all through the night.
***
McCoy, Joanna - Hopelessly in Love (Kirk/McCoy implied)
"So - who is it?" McCoy asks.
"Who?" Joanna asks back, much too innocently.
"Who's the lucky guy?"
"Da-a-ad…" Joanna glances at Jim for help, but the captain only shrugs with a grin.
"All right." She takes a deep breath. "He's a scientist. Doing his dissertation here at the university."
"Sounds good."
"He's really nice and good-looking and knows how to cook."
"Still sounds good." McCoy laces his arms in front. "Why don't you bring him over for dinner?"
"I can't - he's out of town right now and won't be back until after your departure."
"Sounds like a cheap excuse to me," McCoy says, meeting Kirk's eyes. Kirk's grin broadens.
"I promise, you'll get to know him before anything important happens." Joanna rolls her eyes.
"What's important in your book? Marriage? Pregnancy?"
Joanna flinches under her father's scrutinizing gaze, then frowns annoyed. "Dad - I'm old enough to make my own decisions. We're not in the middle ages where I needed your permission for any of that."
Kirk finally comes to her rescue. "She's right, Bones."
McCoy snorts, but leaves it at that for the evening. He's got his methods.
"I found out who she's dating," McCoy says two days later. "He's a scientist all right, physics. Has quite a reputation for his young age. Works in a team with his mother."
"Ah." Kirk looks at him thoughtfully. "What's his name?"
"David Marcus."
"Uh-oh." Kirk harshly puts down his cup of coffee, spilling half of it over the table.
"Anything about the guy I should know?" McCoy asks with a frown. "Serial killer? Romulan spy? One of your ex-lovers?"
Kirk stays quiet until he's wiped the table top, then looks up with something of a helpless smile. "Your never mentioned stepson?"
***
Pike/Kirk - Red My Fortune Cookie
It's four-or-something in the morning after the best party Pike has attended in quite a while and he's slouched on a couch with his legs lightly spread, a drink within reach. There's a bag full of fortune cookies in his lap and he doesn't have the faintest clue how they ended there. But he doesn't complain because next to him, there's that young daredevil Jim picking up cookies from his lap. Most of them get distributed to the leftover people around them - a few get cracked and read by the captain.
"Nothing is as good or bad as it appears."
Pike snorts in disagreement. "Some things are shit no matter the point of view." He glares at Spock when the Vulcan looks like he wants to dispute the point. "Shit," he repeats more stately than his level of inebriation should allow for.
"I agree," Kirk says and leans over to pick more cookies for the small group. His hand spends quite some time rummaging in the depths of the bag, nudging it nicely against Pike's groin. At last, he takes another cookie, reading the quote aloud.
"Meet your opponent half way. You need the exercise," he states and grins at Pike.
"Great advice." Pike smirks and unpacks another cookie. He leans forward and holds out his hand, delighted when Kirk picks the cookie out of his hand with his lips. "Good doggie," he jokes and pats Kirk's head. The captain laughs, a snorting sound because there's still the complete cookie in his mouth; then he gets it out and cracks it.
"Ah…" Kirk twinkles and crouches upwards, leaning most of his weight onto one of Pike's legs as he fights to reach his ear.
"Be most affectionate today," he whispers and shows no intention to move away any time soon.
"Just today?" Pike laces his hand into Kirk's hair, almost leaning into a kiss - before he remembers that if they do what they want to do for too fucking long, it shouldn't be right in front of half the bridge crew. And really, it doesn't need McCoy's whistle and Uhura's "get a room" statement for that. It's not like he's that drunk.
They make it to Kirk's room and halfway through the process of undressing before their one-too-many drinks kill them.
But there's something to be said about sex in the morning.
***
Kirk, Cupcake - Casting Call
The door opens with a squeal. When Kirk doesn't look up right away, there's a cough, and another one.
"You wanted to speak with me?" a voice says, and Kirk looks up at last, meeting the nervous gaze of the man he's christened Cupcake on their very first encounter. When he still doesn't say a thing, the man clears his throat again, visibly fighting with himself before saying, "You wanted to speak with me - sir?"
"Yes, I did. Please take a seat, lieutenant."
Cupcake stiffly sits down in front of Kirk's desk. Actually, it's Pike's desk and office, but the admiral is still in rehab and has been kind enough to allow Kirk running the necessary crew talks in it.
"You know I'll be officially appointed as captain of the Enterprise in two days," Kirk starts without further ado. "We've already lost quite a few crewmembers in the ambush and some more because they resigned or wished to transfer planetside, so I'm not interested in losing any more. However, I need to know that everyone of my remaining crew will be loyal to me."
"And you doubt I would obey your orders?"
Kirk tilts his head. "I'm not just speaking about obeying orders. I really mean it when I ask for loyalty. It's a dangerous universe, now more than ever because the Federation has taken a blow that makes it look weak. Chances are we'll be engaged in warfare in the not so far future. Everyone needs to be able to rely on anyone else of the crew, at any given moment. If we went on a mission together, I need to be sure that you're not just following me because I'm an asshole outranking you - but because I'm your captain."
The man purses his lips. "Permission to speak freely, sir?"
"Of course."
"I don't know if I can give you that kind of loyalty. That's something to be earned. I've been working for Captain Pike for a year and he handpicked me. That should tell you that I can do a good job. As for loyalty… You'll be the captain, and it's my duty to keep you safe."
"No, it's not." Kirk shakes his head. "Your duty is to keep the Enterprise safe. Which might well mean to leave me behind because I say so."
Cupcake shrugs.
"If you were the captain, and I were you, would you keep me onboard?"
"I guess not."
Kirk nods. "My advise - ask for a transfer. It looks better when you initiate it."
"I'll do so." The man gets up. "I'll take my leave. Good luck, Kirk." He stomps out without being dismissed.
"One down, fourteen to go," Kirk mutters, then calls Bones - maybe the bitter taste on his tongue will go once he's got some food and a drink. He's definitely not looking forward to the next talks.
***
Pike/Number One - Meet me on a Star Ferry
She'd always claimed she doesn't like romance. She's pragmatic, straight and tough, and to wrangle a smile out of her is an eternal Sisyphean undertaking. The job of his life.
But here they are on a cruiser in a honeymoon suite that offers a breathtaking view into space, and he curls in her arms with his eyes on the stars and it's the most romantic thing ever.
Set aside the fact that it's fucking tough to be onboard a space ship and not being its captain. Control fetish, much?
"I know exactly how you feel," Number One murmurs and pats his head. "It's not my fault we don't do this on the Yorktown, but for some strange reason, everyone besides us agreed that we needed to get away for two weeks."
Pike chuckles. "Kids don't want to know about their parents having fun."
"We're not their parents," One says, slightly horrified.
"All right, I'm the absent father and you're the single mother."
"Any more comparisons like this, and you can move to the couch."
"I'm not going anywhere." He snuggles closer. "We should've done that a long time ago."
"We always had good reasons not to participate in such a - vacation."
"You say it as if it's a bad word."
"Ilyrians do not need vacation."
"Maybe they don't," Pike agrees and places his hand on her stomach, stroking the soft skin in gentle circles. "But I do, once in a while. Indulge this weak human."
Her hand caresses his neck, her nails rhythmically scratching over his skin. Her fingers have left interesting patterns on his back last night, but he doesn't mind at all. Any sign she leaves on his body is visible proof that he succeeds in getting under her metaphorical skin, at least for a moment - and that moment is all he asks for from his wonderfully strong woman.
***
Pike/McCoy - No Room for the Blues
If you can't get what you want, live with what you have.
If you can't move, imagine that's how you want it to be.
It's the illusion of choice that makes the bondage hot, the freedom to lean into it and pretend that when the ropes are gone, he'd be able to get up and walk out. It's a self-lie of the size of a planet, but he's got a conspirator in the deal, which makes it feel acceptable. Therapeutic, even.
In reality, when the ropes will be gone he'd roll over with effort and his legs will lay there like dead meat, unresponsive and disconnected. He'd need help to get to the bathroom and he'd have to be thankful for hands that reach out for everything that is outside his own range right now.
But until then, he leans into the ropes with closed eyes and lets the doc do the job, keeping his mind occupied with those marvelous hands and marvelous lips all through the night.
***