bridge2sickbay drabbles of 2010-03-22 :)
This wasn't really my writing night, plus I came late to the party because we Germans are one week behind the US daylight saving time shift (duh). That really threw me. Ah well. Here, have the results of the night, that could be concluded with "nobody gets any".
Pike, Gaila - Every Me and Every You
Me is a man who's used to walk alone, keeping the distance from everyone because caring means being vulnerable.
You are the woman who never walks alone, who thinks that the more you care, the stronger you are.
I don't know what is better, but I can't stop feeling envious, wondering what it would need me to change, wondering whether you might be the one to make me change.
But it's not the right time yet, not for me, not for you.
Maybe never.
***
Kirk, Joanna - Ask for Answers
"Jo, come on, open the door and talk to me."
"Why do you care?"
"I care because if it's true, you better tell me before Bones can kill one of my officers."
"Oh come on. I'm seventeen! I'm old enough to kiss a boy."
"I'm not going to discuss that in the corridor, Jo, but you know that your father will not agree."
*swoosh*
"Okay. Did you really only kiss?"
"… Yes."
"You've got to get a lot better in lying if you want to sell that answer."
"Okay. We, uh, fooled around a little. But just a little!"
"You better specify little."
"You know what I mean, uncle Jim. We didn't have real sex."
"Good."
"Is he really going to kill him?"
"Yes, unless I catch him first and calm him down."
"Why does Dad overreact like that? I wanted it. In fact, I pushed him quite a bit. He thinks I'm too young but I'm not! He's not the first man I kissed."
"You better don't tell that your dad tonight, Jo. In a few years maybe, when you can both joke about it."
"I can't wait to become eighteen."
"Frankly, I doubt Bones will stop reacting like that before you cross thirty. Okay, I'll go and find him. I'll call when he calmed down. And no dates with Pavel tonight!"
***
Kirk, Uhura - Communication Breakdown
"I noted you stopped flirting with Uhura," Bones says over their dinner for two in Kirk's cabin.
"Hu?" Kirk looks up from his plate. "Well, I thought it's about time to get on a normal base with her."
"Your flirting and her snarky retorts was your normal base. What happened?"
"I don't know." Kirk's eyes drift away.
"I don't believe you. Come on, spit it out."
Kirk sighs and leans back. "Alright. Remember our last mission? When Uhura, Sulu and I were stuck on that planet and thought we'd never come back? She basically threw herself into my arms and all. It was shocking."
"Ah. But you all had an hormonal imbalance caused by the planet's ecosystem."
"Yeah, but only one of us jumped someone." Kirk shakes his head. "It made me realize that all that flirting was a shitty thing to do."
"Not that I'm complaining," Bones says overly lightly. "But maybe you should tell her, because she's really sorry about it and fears that it will ruin your good working relationship."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, she tried to talk to you but you always escaped her, so she used me as her relay."
"I didn't feel like talking to her yet but I'll do so tomorrow. Actually it's me who should apologize. It's no fun getting hit on by someone you don't want, and I did that for years."
"Lesson learned." Bones raises his glass.
"So I thought I better hit on you from now on," Kirk says, looking right into his friend's eyes.
"You're welcome," Bones replies and twinkles. "Any time."
***
Kirk, Gary Mitchell - Sexed Up
Jim doesn't know why he keeps hanging out with Gary. Much too often they end drunk and in a fist fight, barely escaping the camp police and yet another reprimand. In better nights, they end up having sloppy, quick, harsh sex in some dark corner, and maybe that's why Jim comes back to Gary because in these nights he feels alive, the blood pulsing in his veins so strong that he feels like flying.
The feeling of flying is usually dead in the morning, when the sharp bright light divulges his swollen lips and the darkening fingerprints on his body in the mirror, and he hates himself a little for it. Outside there's Bones pretending to sleep but Jim knows better. When he's out with Gary, Bones never sleeps, as if keeping vigil could keep Jim from doing some shit.
The only thing that would keep Jim away from Gary would be if Bones opened his mouth for once and said all the things that Jim can read in those brown eyes, the want and need and fuck damn, the love that there is.
But for all of Jim's life, he's been waiting to hear words that never came, and he's sick of it. Until Bones doesn't speak first, nothing of it is real, not real like Gary's hands on his hips and a tongue in his mouth.
He walks back into their room naked, every bruise an unspoken challenge.
***
Pike, Winona - Eye in the Sky
"Christopher?" Winona asks surprised when she opens the door of her cottage. It's been more than twenty years since she's seen the man, aside from the broadcasts after the Narada incident. Last she's heard of him, he had been in rehab.
But the man in front of her door is standing on his own two feet, and he nods and smiles a little as she shows him in.
"I apologize for the surprise visit but I've been close by and I thought…" The sentence trails off as he turns and looks at her.
"It's okay," she says. "Do you want something to drink? I've just made some tea."
"Tea would be fine, thanks."
He's gone quite grey, his face wrinkled, but his eyes have still that startling grey-blue clarity as he watches her pour the tea.
"Glad to see you're out of the chair."
"Thanks." He looks as if he wants to add something but then he doesn't, and a strange silence settles over them as they keep standing in the kitchen, both clutching their cup of tea.
"Any particular reason why you're here?" she asks at last.
He looks up from the spot on the floor where his gaze had drifted to, and shakes his head. "No." He turns towards the cupboard. "I better leave, I -"
"There's no reason to leave. Come on, I'll show you something." She leads him out onto the veranda, where they have a great view on her horses that frolic on the grass.
"We don't have to speak," she says as they sit down on the bench next to each other. "It's okay. But if you want to… I'll listen." She takes his hand, gently squeezing it.
He nods, squeezing back.
It's long after sunset when he finally starts to tell her the story.
***
Pike, Number One - Something Stupid
They must have had hundreds of dinners together, never anything else but captain and commander, friendly but professional, with just the right measure of closeness and distance - until one evening something clicked in his head and he looked at her as if he'd never seen her before. And it really, really hit him like a club in his guts that she was the most marvelous woman in the whole damn universe and that he wanted her like burning.
Fuck.
He spent the next weeks trying to make that revelation un-happen, with very little effect. He just couldn't get his body under control that started to overreact every time she was close by, his stupid heartbeat that turned into a frantic drum, his blood flow that ran into decidedly unwanted directions which caused all kinds of uncomfortable moments.
Getting stranded on a planet alone with her and having to spend the night in a stupid cave didn't help the situation at all. He tightly hugged his arms around his body, still freezing despite the little fire they managed to set up.
"Captain, did you ever have moments of revelations?"
Her voice was cool and calm like always, but when he looked up to meet her gaze over the flickering flames, there was something new in her eyes.
"Maybe?" he asked back casually, his heart in his throat.
"Landing teams should never beam down without proper emergency equipment."
"Right - right." He rubbed his face, cursing his useless crush on her.
They had another hundred dinners together, and sometimes when she opened her mouth with her eyes so bright and intense, he hoped she'd say something, anything that would give him some opening regarding a change in their oh-so-professional relationship.
He didn't stop hoping - yet.
***
Pike, Gaila - Every Me and Every You
Me is a man who's used to walk alone, keeping the distance from everyone because caring means being vulnerable.
You are the woman who never walks alone, who thinks that the more you care, the stronger you are.
I don't know what is better, but I can't stop feeling envious, wondering what it would need me to change, wondering whether you might be the one to make me change.
But it's not the right time yet, not for me, not for you.
Maybe never.
***
Kirk, Joanna - Ask for Answers
"Jo, come on, open the door and talk to me."
"Why do you care?"
"I care because if it's true, you better tell me before Bones can kill one of my officers."
"Oh come on. I'm seventeen! I'm old enough to kiss a boy."
"I'm not going to discuss that in the corridor, Jo, but you know that your father will not agree."
*swoosh*
"Okay. Did you really only kiss?"
"… Yes."
"You've got to get a lot better in lying if you want to sell that answer."
"Okay. We, uh, fooled around a little. But just a little!"
"You better specify little."
"You know what I mean, uncle Jim. We didn't have real sex."
"Good."
"Is he really going to kill him?"
"Yes, unless I catch him first and calm him down."
"Why does Dad overreact like that? I wanted it. In fact, I pushed him quite a bit. He thinks I'm too young but I'm not! He's not the first man I kissed."
"You better don't tell that your dad tonight, Jo. In a few years maybe, when you can both joke about it."
"I can't wait to become eighteen."
"Frankly, I doubt Bones will stop reacting like that before you cross thirty. Okay, I'll go and find him. I'll call when he calmed down. And no dates with Pavel tonight!"
***
Kirk, Uhura - Communication Breakdown
"I noted you stopped flirting with Uhura," Bones says over their dinner for two in Kirk's cabin.
"Hu?" Kirk looks up from his plate. "Well, I thought it's about time to get on a normal base with her."
"Your flirting and her snarky retorts was your normal base. What happened?"
"I don't know." Kirk's eyes drift away.
"I don't believe you. Come on, spit it out."
Kirk sighs and leans back. "Alright. Remember our last mission? When Uhura, Sulu and I were stuck on that planet and thought we'd never come back? She basically threw herself into my arms and all. It was shocking."
"Ah. But you all had an hormonal imbalance caused by the planet's ecosystem."
"Yeah, but only one of us jumped someone." Kirk shakes his head. "It made me realize that all that flirting was a shitty thing to do."
"Not that I'm complaining," Bones says overly lightly. "But maybe you should tell her, because she's really sorry about it and fears that it will ruin your good working relationship."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, she tried to talk to you but you always escaped her, so she used me as her relay."
"I didn't feel like talking to her yet but I'll do so tomorrow. Actually it's me who should apologize. It's no fun getting hit on by someone you don't want, and I did that for years."
"Lesson learned." Bones raises his glass.
"So I thought I better hit on you from now on," Kirk says, looking right into his friend's eyes.
"You're welcome," Bones replies and twinkles. "Any time."
***
Kirk, Gary Mitchell - Sexed Up
Jim doesn't know why he keeps hanging out with Gary. Much too often they end drunk and in a fist fight, barely escaping the camp police and yet another reprimand. In better nights, they end up having sloppy, quick, harsh sex in some dark corner, and maybe that's why Jim comes back to Gary because in these nights he feels alive, the blood pulsing in his veins so strong that he feels like flying.
The feeling of flying is usually dead in the morning, when the sharp bright light divulges his swollen lips and the darkening fingerprints on his body in the mirror, and he hates himself a little for it. Outside there's Bones pretending to sleep but Jim knows better. When he's out with Gary, Bones never sleeps, as if keeping vigil could keep Jim from doing some shit.
The only thing that would keep Jim away from Gary would be if Bones opened his mouth for once and said all the things that Jim can read in those brown eyes, the want and need and fuck damn, the love that there is.
But for all of Jim's life, he's been waiting to hear words that never came, and he's sick of it. Until Bones doesn't speak first, nothing of it is real, not real like Gary's hands on his hips and a tongue in his mouth.
He walks back into their room naked, every bruise an unspoken challenge.
***
Pike, Winona - Eye in the Sky
"Christopher?" Winona asks surprised when she opens the door of her cottage. It's been more than twenty years since she's seen the man, aside from the broadcasts after the Narada incident. Last she's heard of him, he had been in rehab.
But the man in front of her door is standing on his own two feet, and he nods and smiles a little as she shows him in.
"I apologize for the surprise visit but I've been close by and I thought…" The sentence trails off as he turns and looks at her.
"It's okay," she says. "Do you want something to drink? I've just made some tea."
"Tea would be fine, thanks."
He's gone quite grey, his face wrinkled, but his eyes have still that startling grey-blue clarity as he watches her pour the tea.
"Glad to see you're out of the chair."
"Thanks." He looks as if he wants to add something but then he doesn't, and a strange silence settles over them as they keep standing in the kitchen, both clutching their cup of tea.
"Any particular reason why you're here?" she asks at last.
He looks up from the spot on the floor where his gaze had drifted to, and shakes his head. "No." He turns towards the cupboard. "I better leave, I -"
"There's no reason to leave. Come on, I'll show you something." She leads him out onto the veranda, where they have a great view on her horses that frolic on the grass.
"We don't have to speak," she says as they sit down on the bench next to each other. "It's okay. But if you want to… I'll listen." She takes his hand, gently squeezing it.
He nods, squeezing back.
It's long after sunset when he finally starts to tell her the story.
***
Pike, Number One - Something Stupid
They must have had hundreds of dinners together, never anything else but captain and commander, friendly but professional, with just the right measure of closeness and distance - until one evening something clicked in his head and he looked at her as if he'd never seen her before. And it really, really hit him like a club in his guts that she was the most marvelous woman in the whole damn universe and that he wanted her like burning.
Fuck.
He spent the next weeks trying to make that revelation un-happen, with very little effect. He just couldn't get his body under control that started to overreact every time she was close by, his stupid heartbeat that turned into a frantic drum, his blood flow that ran into decidedly unwanted directions which caused all kinds of uncomfortable moments.
Getting stranded on a planet alone with her and having to spend the night in a stupid cave didn't help the situation at all. He tightly hugged his arms around his body, still freezing despite the little fire they managed to set up.
"Captain, did you ever have moments of revelations?"
Her voice was cool and calm like always, but when he looked up to meet her gaze over the flickering flames, there was something new in her eyes.
"Maybe?" he asked back casually, his heart in his throat.
"Landing teams should never beam down without proper emergency equipment."
"Right - right." He rubbed his face, cursing his useless crush on her.
They had another hundred dinners together, and sometimes when she opened her mouth with her eyes so bright and intense, he hoped she'd say something, anything that would give him some opening regarding a change in their oh-so-professional relationship.
He didn't stop hoping - yet.
***