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heliads · 6 months

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Read the pinned post and I'm so glad you're still taking requests for Star Trek!! I was wondering if you could do something for Bones with loads of banter and friends to lovers? Like they work together on the enterprise and are super close. They're always flirting and making fun of eachother, etc until one day R gets hurt and they both confess. I'm a sucker for sick fics/hurt comfort.

'Stay Safe' - leonard 'bones' mccoy

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There’s never a dull moment when you’re up amongst the stars.

At times like this, when everything is going south, it’s important to remember that you signed up for this. You were the one who decided that a simple life back on your home planet was too boring for you. You were the one who chose to put yourself through the most rigorous courses you could find in Starfleet Academy. You were the one who somehow thought that pestering Jim Kirk (that’s Captain to you) to let you onto the Enterprise would be the best possible career plan.

And now you’re the one finding yourself hurled into danger for what feels like the dozenth time this week. At least you’re not twiddling your thumbs, hoping for something to do, but at least boredom doesn’t get you killed. At this rate, with Jim’s latest half-mad plan to get you all out of the latest crisis, you have no idea if you can say that about your position on the Enterprise.

The Enterprise’s latest incident is going to take place in a few hours. There’s been a situation on a backwater planet where an escape pod from an imploding shuttle was accidentally stranded without any chance of rescue. Unfortunately, the travelers in the pod managed to crash land on a planet with a toxic atmosphere, so they’ve been forced to stay inside their pod lest they breathe in the poisonous gas. They’ve only got a short while before their life support systems give out, which is why it’s time for the Enterprise to step in.

The only problem is that this planet is way more hostile than original scans made it out to be. What was meant to be a one man mission has quickly unraveled into a far more complex plan. More crew members will have to be sent down, and you’ll need contact with the ship so you can quickly beam everyone up before they get hurt.

You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised to receive a summons to the bridge. You’ve known Jim for a while now, and in turn he knows that he can rely on you in dangerous times such as these. You’ve more than proven yourself capable of handling extreme pressure and risks, so your caution and quick thinking pay off by plunging you back in danger again.

Jim wants a group to travel down to the surface and retrieve the pod with its survivors. You’ll go along with Sulu, Uhura, and your captain, as all of you work well together and can handle tough situations like this. Jim gave you the option to stay back on the Enterprise, of course, he’d never force you into something as perilous as this, but this won’t be the first time that you’ve risked your life to save innocent lives, and it certainly won’t be the last.

Jim had known that, but he’d still smiled with obvious relief when you agreed to take part in the mission. “Glad to have you with us,” he’d said, clapping you on the shoulder, “Now, we’ve got to get moving, and fast. You’ll have to swing by the med wing to get cleared for surface interaction. Meet us back here as soon as you can so we can finish going over details before we head out. And thanks again, Y/N.”

You’d waved off his gratitude with an easy smile. This is what you do best, after all. You accept the risks and you take the challenges. All in a day’s work. Still, the more difficult part has yet to come. This planet’s atmosphere is no joke. Even a few minutes of unadulterated skin contact on the surface of that planet could burn away your skin. That’s why you’ll need to head over to the medical wing so they can decide you’re in good enough condition to risk it, as well as give you necessary supplements to provide some protection against the acidity of the atmosphere. Besides, it’ll give you a chance to catch up with a friend, and you’ve never turned that down, either.

Your footsteps are quick as you hurry out of the bridge and down the sprawling corridors towards the medical wing. It’s as busy as ever, with blue-shirted figures darting in and out wherever you look. Still, in all of their chaos and yours, you manage to locate the one man you’re here to see in record time.

Doctor Leonard McCoy, known to some as the most intimidating medical professional on the Enterprise and to his friends as Bones, has just finished sending one patient on their way when he’s confronted with the sight of another one. Unlike most of the invalids to cross his path, though, Bones doesn’t greet you with an unhappy harrumph, nor even a sarcastic comment about what you did to land yourself in the med wing. Instead, he almost smiles.

“Y/N. Good to see you. I don’t suppose you’re here to help out or do something nice for me?” He says dryly.

You grin. “Afraid not, Bones. I need a favor.”

He arches a dark brow, crossing the room to replenish a container of syringes. “What favor? If it’s anything more than verbal, you’re going to have to join the patient waitlist.”

You wince. “See, I was hoping you wouldn’t say that. I need you to clear me for contact with the planet. ASAP.”

Bones actually stops moving for once in his life just so he can stare incredulously at you. “Are you out of your mind? I thought Jim declared any activity on that planet to be a risk to life and resources.”

“He did,” you admit, “but that’s why I’m joining the party. The more the merrier, apparently. Uhura says she wants someone down there with functioning critical thinking skills so she can balance out Jim. We’ll be fine so long as we stick together, but I need you to clear me first.”

Bones folds his arms across his chest. “So all I have to do to stop you from going into a trap this big is to just refuse to check your condition? Done.”

You pull a face. “Bones, I’m not kidding. We have to do this.”

“Neither am I,” he fires back. “This is a stupid move and Jim knows that. I’m not letting him lose half the superior officers of this ship all at once. You’re all going to get yourselves killed. Hate me if you want, sweetheart, but I’m keeping you alive. That’s what the medical officer is supposed to do, by the way, in case you forgot.”

You sigh. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but we have to do this, you know that. Besides, if you won’t clear me, I’ll just find someone who will. Would it make you sleep easier at night if you refused to take a look at me so I made an intern give me the meds I need to breathe down there? I’m sure they’d get the prescription right on the first try.”

Bones blows a sharp breath out, but when it becomes clear that you aren’t willing to back down, he purses his lips and relents. “Fine. You’re too damn stubborn for your own good, by the way.”

You crack a grin. “From you, Bones, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He hems and haws while he runs the necessary scans, but when you walk out of the med wing, you do so with the perfect combination of supplements and injections to enable you to breathe the toxic atmosphere on the planet without dying. You’ll all be in thick suits anyway, but just in case, it’s important to take these steps to protect yourselves now. Hopefully, you won’t need them, but the downsides of skipping them are much worse than the inconvenience of a couple extra shots.

Bones makes sure to remind you of this before you go. He warns you to stay out of trouble, knowing full well that there’s no chance of that, but you nod along anyway. You glance over your shoulder right before you leave the med wing, and catch a glimpse of him staring after you, brow knit with anxiety. At this point, you have to return from this mission intact not just for your own good but his as well.

Jim and the others are finalizing the plan when you get back to the bridge. He feigns surprise when you walk in, although he can’t hide a broad grin. “Bones let you go that easily? Maybe he’s losing his touch.”

You arch a brow. “What does that mean?”

Your captain laughs. “It means he’s very protective of you. It’s cute.”

You make a face. “I didn’t think I’d ever hear you call Bones cute, and now I wish I never did.”

Jim rolls his eyes. “I’m just trying to connect to you, Y/N. I thought you’d agree with that. You two only ever spend time with each other anyway, aren’t you—”

He’s studiously interrupted by Uhura calling everyone to focus so you can get down to the planet as soon as possible. You don’t miss the pointed look she gives to Jim the second they think your back is turned, but you’ve been seeing a lot of those lately, and they only get easier to ignore.

Contrary to what is apparently the popular belief on the Enterprise, you’re not in a relationship with Bones. It’s startling how many people here think you are, but you’re not. You’re just friends. No matter how many times Jim points out that Bones is oddly friendly and warm towards you, and offenses committed by Jim that earn hours of yelling only receive a small frown when you repeat them, the truth is the same. Jim may have a romantic goal for you and Bones, but it’s not happening.

What is happening, however, is the mission at hand. After conferring for a while longer, you have Scotty beam all of you down to the planet surface. The ground underneath your feet is rocky and uneven, so you’ll have to be cautious. One bad spill could leave you with a torn suit, and even with your medical boosters, you want as little contact with the toxic environment as possible.

You and the others quickly make your way to the downed escape pod. Once there, you spread out, spreading a connective net between all of you before setting it on the ground and activating it. A temporary shield forms a dome in the air, sealing off the ground from the poison clouds floating low through the air. Once the life support cycles through, it’s safe for anyone without a suit to breathe. It’ll wear out soon though, especially while taking a continuous beating from the noxious gas outside, so you’ll have to move quickly.

You hurry over to the pod, knocking twice on the side before calling for them to come out. Slowly, a hatch on the side retracts, and five travelers come out, eyes wide and scared. Uhura hands them some suits, urging the victims to put them on quickly. They don’t need to be told twice, hurriedly pulling on the suits while you count down the seconds before you need to move again.

Although helpful when combating the toxic atmosphere, you won’t be able to beam up while you’re in the shield dome due to the energy signature currently keeping you alive. You’ll have to slowly let people out of the dome and hope that their suits stay stable long enough for Scotty up above to lock onto their signatures and safely retrieve them.

One by one, the members of the doomed escape pod leave the safety of the dome. You watch them get beamed up one by one, listening to your earpiece to know when to send up the next one. Finally, the last of them is ready to be sent up, and you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. At last, an Enterprise mission that goes according to plan.

See, you should have known better than to jinx it like that. It’s common knowledge around here that the moment you decide something is going according to plan, you’ll be proven wrong in a heartbeat, and the galaxy likes nothing better than to mess with all of you.

So, of course, not a fraction of a second later than the time you think you’ll be alright, you notice a gap between the dome and the ground. The surface of this planet is rocky, you noticed it when you first landed. One of the escapees must have knocked into the dome generator while you were pulling them out. It wouldn’t have taken much to disrupt the field, not when it’s been fighting the acidity of the environment around you for so long.

And, as you watch with horrified eyes, the toxic sludge from outside has already started to make its way in. All it takes is one drop. One drop, to start to wear away at the protective coating of the generators. One drop, to make its way inside the machinery. One drop, to cause a chain reaction that ends with the energy of the dome cycling back in on itself and exploding.

You have just enough time to shout for everyone to take cover before the thing goes nuclear. The last person stuck on the doomed escape pod is right beside you, and you fling your body over them to protect them from the blast. The impact slams into you a heartbeat later, knocking you to the ground. Your suit can take a beating from the toxic gas, but not a self destructing energy shield generator, and if it wasn’t already weakened from the blast, tumbling over sharp rocks is more than enough to tear holes in the side.

Instantly, the toxic gas rushes in. You scream out, feeling the poisonous fumes eating away at your skin. Everything is metallic and agonizing, the taste of copper radiating through your mouth. Somewhere in the background, you can hear Jim yelling for Scotty to beam you up now, but it’s hard to hear him distinctly when your vocal chords are taut in one constant cry of pain. You manage to endure another few seconds before blacking out, and although unconsciousness is always a bad sign when you’re on a foreign planet, your last satisfied thought before you pass out is that at least you won’t have to feel the pain anymore.

It’s quiet for a long time, dark and quiet. Peaceful, almost. You wake up slowly. It hurts to open your eyes because it’s so bright compared to the hazy blackness behind your lids, but it gets easier after a while. When you’re finally able to piece together the fact that you’re on a bed in the med wing, secluded from the main hustle and bustle so you can heal in privacy, you also realize that you’re not alone. Bones is sitting in a chair drawn up close beside you, head in shaky hands.

Bones. Oh, he must be irate. All those warnings about keeping you safe and then you went and hurt yourself like this. It wasn’t like you wanted to have your skin melted off by a toxic planet, but that’s how it goes when you try to save people. Bones, however, doesn’t care about the rest. He cares about you, as he’s put it plainly several times.

You reach over, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Everything alright, Doc?”

He jerks up, startled, although the panic in his eyes starts to abate when he realizes you’re conscious. “I think I should be asking you that. You’re the one who came back in a pool of your own blood.”

You wince. “How bad was it?”

“Very,” he says, and that one word contains with it the gravity of a lifetime.

You can imagine how it must have gone for him, then. Bones, biding his time up in the med wing, patching up patients to distract himself from not knowing what was going down on the surface of the planet. He would have told himself it would be fine because you said it would be fine, and just as he got halfway to believing it, Jim would have rushed through the doors carrying your unconscious, bleeding, actively diminishing body. What a ghastly scene.

“You patched me up pretty well, though. I don’t feel anything.” You tell him, mostly to try and lift that desperate look on his face.

Bones lets out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, well, that’s what a cocktail of painkillers will do for you. You’ll take a while to recover, though. I can’t stop that.”

From the way he keeps shooting nervous glances at your side, though, you can tell that he wishes more than anything that he could stop it. The two of you wait in patient, terrible silence, and then Bones gives in and says what he’s been holding back all this time.

“It’s just– Dammit, Y/N, I thought you were going to die. When they brought you in, you weren’t moving. Your heart was barely even beating. I can keep giving you pills and bandages when you need them, but that won’t be enough to bring you back from the dead. I can’t lose you, Y/N. I could lose the ship, I could lose the rest of the crew, I could lose myself, but I can’t lose you.”

Your breath is shallow in your chest, and not just because of the injury. “Why?”

“You know why,” he says, refusing to look at you.

“I want to hear you say it,” you tell him.

A silence. A drawn breath. “I love you,” he says at last, “I love you, Y/N. More than anything. Didn’t know it until I thought you were dead. Didn’t think I’d have to say it until you woke up.”

Bones is not one to beat around the bush, but he still waits a beat or too longer before forcing himself to look back at you. His eyes cut to you in one clean jerk, like ripping off a bandage. You’re not here to hurt him, though. Not anymore.

“I love you too,” you tell him. “Probably longer than you.”

“There’s no reason to make this a contest,” Bones chides you, but he’s starting to smile at last.

“Why not? Scared I’ll win?” You laugh.

Bones tries to glare, but the corners of his mouth refuse to tamp down into anything sober or serious. “Cut that out.”

“Make me,” you challenge him, and he takes you up on your word by leaning forward abruptly to kiss you.

Of all the things to make you go silent, that might be your favorite. It’ll take you a while to heal, but maybe it’s not the worst thing to be stuck in the med wing for a while longer. You and Bones have plenty of things to talk about in the meantime.

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geminiwritten · 1 year

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dr. dreamy ; bones

fandom: star trek

pairing: bones x reader

summary: it’s been a while since you’ve been laid, and it’s starting to affect your mood so jim offers his help before quickly realising that you’re still hung up on a mysterious ‘mr. dreamy’ from your academy days... but he soon finds out that the man you’ve been in love with for the past five years is, in fact, the enterprise’s best doctor

notes: did somebody say hyper-fixation? also, if you haven’t noticed already, i have a favourite formula... i wrote this while sick, so apologies if its crap, but let me know what you think!

warnings: swearing and horny

word count: 4173

The turbolift halts when it reaches the deck on which the upper-most access to the warp core is located. Your steps are sluggish, and the lace on your left boot is about five strides from falling untied, but you don’t really care to fix it even as you feel your boot go lax. Your heel begins to slip in and out of place just as you reach the door to one of the larger maintenance rooms.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Scotty asks as soon as he sees you.

You shrug, “just tired.”

“Too tired to remember where you’re s’pposed to be?” he stops you from picking up the spare pair of gloves from the bench, “first aid trainin’?”

A vague memory fights its way to the front of your mind, and you recall being ordered by Jim to attend the annual first aid training course that at least two crew members from each division were required to attend.

“Why me?” you sigh, “why can’t you be the first aid officer, or-or Ayden?” The young brunette lieutenant who was half-concealed behind a large metal tank pokes his head out.

“Because,” Scotty says, dismissing Ayden with a wave of his hand, “the capt’n requested you specifically, and I know he’s a bit of bastard sometimes but he’s still our capt’n.”

“He just wants me to suffer because he has to,” you grumble.

He chuckles as he grips your shoulders and physically turns you back toward the door, “I doubt you’ll be sufferin’ much, lassie, I heard the CMO himself is runnin’ this one.”

Your feet forget their steps and you stumble before catching yourself on the doorjamb. “W-Why is Bones running it? Isn’t he busy? He never does this kind of thing,” you say as you turn back to face Scotty.

He shrugs, “capt’n’s orders, I guess. Now go before you’re late.”

You drag your feet out the door, down the corridor, and into the lift once again, all the while muttering about all the ways you intend on getting back at Jim.

You met Jim on your second day at Starfleet Academy and were almost immediately joined at the hip, being one of the only women on campus who was immune to the man’s charm. Well, not entirely immune at first, but you’ve definitely built it up over the years. It took a whole twelve months before you met his other other half, the doctor, and no matter how many years you spend with that man, you will never be immune to Leonard McCoy. From the moment you met him, you knew you were doomed, though you still tried desperately to deny it and got pretty good at controlling your body’s reactions to him. Your thoughts, however, not so much.

For almost two whole years, you managed to keep your crush under wraps, even though it was quite literally crushing you. It was one drunken night when you finally confessed to Jim, not quite revealing the identity of the man you were in love with but giving him enough information that he actually comforted you. That was when you realised it was a lost cause, and you were condemned to pine after this man for all eternity, because even James Tiberius Kirk couldn’t make a joke about your heartache. He did, however, affectionately nickname this mysterious man ‘Mr. Dreamy’ and continue to ask you about him and allow you to vent. It was nice to not have to bottle it all up, but it felt strange talking to one of your best friends about the other without him even knowing that it was the other best friend that you were talking about. Your conscience certainly took a guilty blow every time you’d end up in tears in Jim’s arms, or have to quickly change the conversation because Leonard was approaching. Jim never questioned it though, nor did he push the topic when you stopped bringing it up once aboard the Enterprise, leaving him to assume that Mr. Dreamy was left behind at the academy.

“You’re late,” Jim says as you fall into the chair beside him.

“You’re ugly,” you retort.

The large conference room is devoid of the oversized table that usually sits at its center, instead there are only two smaller tables piled high with medical equipment surrounded by a number of limbless, humanoid dummies. You and Jim are sitting in the front row of the audience chairs, whereas most of the crew attending had opted for further back.

“That’s no way to speak to your captain,” he chuckles, “what’s got your panties in a knot?”

“My panties are neither yours nor Scotty’s business,” you snap, though as soon as the words leave your lips you know you’ve given away exactly the reason why they are in a proverbial knot.

You’ve been aboard the USS Enterprise for almost two years, which means it’s been two years and one month – give or take a day – since you’ve been laid, and holy shit are you frustrated. It isn’t that you have an aversion to sex, or are practicing abstinence, in fact, you have a very healthy enjoyment for the act. It just so happens that you can’t seem to want anyone other than the one man you can’t have, because who fucking knows what would happen if you went down that route after five long years of friendship.

Jim’s laughter turns into a childish giggle, “has it been a while?”

You roll your eyes, “yes, Jim, it’s been a while.”

“How long?”

You turn in your chair to face the curious man, “that is also none of your business.”

“You know,” he glances around the room, “I know for a fact that there are many lovely lieutenants aboard this ship who would be more than willing to scratch that itch for you.”

“Shut up,” you hiss, “and no. Do you know how complicated it can get when you sleep with someone you’re stuck on a spaceship with for five years?”

“I do, actually,” he replies, “I know very well, but that doesn’t mean we should have to ignore one of our most primal needs.”

“Primal needs,” you roll your eyes again, “I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine. Three more years won’t kill me.”

He gasps, “it’s been three years?”

You roll your eyes again so hard you’re sure you saw your brain, “Jim, you know very well it hasn’t been three years.”

“Wait, so you haven’t slept with any since… since we-”

“Nope,” you say, stopping him from finish that sentence.

Yep, you had sex with Jim Kirk, but in your defense, who hasn’t? It was a drunken night, one week from embarking on the Enterprise’s five-year journey, and you were both a little lonely and incredibly horny. It wasn’t half bad either, if only a little strange sleeping with one of your best friends while you were in love with the other.

“Holy shit, Y/N, I didn’t-”

“Of course you didn’t know, Jim,” you sigh, turning back to the front of the room, “besides it’s not like I haven’t had… options, I’m just not interested.”

He frowns, “don’t tell me you’re still hung up on Mr. Dreamy.”

You purse your lips to keep from laughing, not out of mirth but something more along the lines of grim amusement, and your silence is enough of an answer for Jim.

“Hey,” he places a hand on your arm, “you know, I wouldn’t object if you wanted me to… help you out again. Believe me it was no chore, I mean-”

“Jim!” you snap, “shut up before somebody hears you.”

His cheeky grin only grows wider, “come on, you think anyone on this ship would be surprised to find out we’ve slept together?”

Before you can reply, the sound of someone clearing their throat catches your attention, and you both snap toward the front of the room to find the doctor himself staring at you. His frown is harsher than usual, and his hair a little mussed, which only fills your inappropriate mind with a thousand different fantasies of the messy-haired doctor in your bed.

“Well,” Jim sighs, “maybe one person.”

You glance around to the find majority of the room watching you while the rest of them do anything they can to not witness this situation unfold.

“Sorry, Bones,” Jim says, “you can begin now.”

“Well, thank you, Jim,” the doctor replies sarcastically before turning his attention to the room, “now that our captain has given his blessing, let’s get started.”

Jim settles back in his chair, though his demeanor is less relaxed and a little more anxious than before. You keep your eyes trained on the holographic slides behind Leonard as he talks about first aid basics and what different codes and acronyms mean. You try your hardest not to look at him, but all you can think about is how much you want to jump his bones. His voice is still a little raspy from sleep, and you start to fantasize about how delicious his Southern drawl would sound whispered against your neck.

Your almost halfway through a dangerously vivid daydream when Jim nudges you. “Are you okay?” he asks, and only then do you realise that the rest of crew had begun packing away their chairs to make room on the floor.

You nod and stand, dragging your chair to the side while Jim retrieves one of the rubbery dummies from the front of the room. Everyone pairs off, and you sit on the opposite side of the dummy to Jim while he uses his PADD to pull up some notes.

“Now,” Bones says, “we’re going to practice a variety of different cardiopulmonary resuscitation techniques. The concept is the same, it just depends on the anatomy of the patient.”

Jim hands you the PADD and you start flipping through all the different diagrams of different species’ anatomies, each illustration pointing out the location of the body’s heart, lungs, and esophagus.

“How the hell does he remember all these?” you wonder aloud.

Jim chuckles, “why do you think he’s so grumpy all the time?”

You get up on your knees for a better angle at the dummy and place your hands over where the heart would be on a human.

“I have to ask,” he says before you can start practicing compressions, “how do you even know if Mr. Dreamy is still single? Why wait for him?”

“It’s not like I still think I have a chance with him,” you reply, “it’s just… complicated.”

“How could it be complicated? I know you’ve got your excuses, but if you’re so in love with this guy, what’s to lose if you just ask him out?”

You can’t help but glance over your shoulder at the doctor. He’s kneeling beside another pair and helping them with their hand placement.

“It just is,” you say, before starting CPR on your own dummy.

“Well,” Jim says, “my offer still stands, because who knows how long before you’re grumpier than the good doctor over there.”

You sit back on your heels and gesture for him to take his turn, deciding not to acknowledge his proposal. After taking turns on three different methods of CPR, the doctor appears beside you.

“Do you need any help?” he asks as he kneels on the floor, and you want to say yes but you know he’s only referring to the dummy.

“You underestimate us, Bones,” Jim replies, “we’re top of the class.”

“Sure you are,” Bones rolls his eyes, “show me then.”

Jim sits back and gestures for you to do the honors.

You turn to the doctor, and the butterflies in your stomach erupt into a frenzy. “J-Just human?” you ask, cursing yourself for stuttering.

He nods and you lean over the dummy, placing your hands over where the sternum would be and starting a rhythmic pulse of compressions.

“Harder,” he says, which almost makes your hands slip off the dummy entirely. “Don’t be scared to break a rib, I’m sure they’d prefer a broken bone over death.”

You take a deep breath to compose yourself and put a little more force into the compressions. After counting to thirty, you tip the head of the dummy back, pinch its rubbery nose, and act as if you’re blowing into its mouth without actually putting your lips on it. Then you return to performing compressions.

“Good girl,” the doctor praises, and your sure your heart stops just as your breath does. Your hands slip and you have to catch yourself on the floor to keep from faceplanting.

You sit back and stare at Bones’ arms as he rolls his sleeves up and positions himself over the dummy.

“Make sure you interlock your fingers,” he says, “and keep your arms extended, that way you won’t lose stability.”

You want to listen, but you can’t stop staring at his bare arms as he performs perfect CPR on the doll in front of you. His skin is tanned and taught across his strong muscles, honed from years of practicing to have the steadiest and most skilled hands in all of Starfleet. His hands, oh god, you’ve had countless dreams about them tangling in your hair and touching every inch of your body.

You shift a little to try and relieve the pressure building between your thighs.

“Jim,” Bones says, “your turn.”

You look up to find Jim staring at you, his brows furrowed and a question on his lips as he slowly moves to take over from the doctor. Once satisfied with Jim’s technique, Bones leaves to help another pair and you quickly start flipping through the PADD to find the next diagram.

“Y/N,” Jim says, his tone suddenly serious.

You glance up, your cheeks hot, “Captain.”

He stares at you, his blue eyes trapping you and stopping you from looking away no matter how much you want to.

“Holy shit,” you can practically see the lightbulb flash above his head, “holy shit, I can’t believe I didn’t notice! I mean, it’s so obvious, and- how the hell did I not realise? Holy shit.”

“Jim-”

“It’s Bones!” he exclaims, earning startled glances from the people surrounding you.

“Jim, please-”

“No, no, no, you’re not lying your way out of this one,” he says, “I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me that Mr. Dreamy- or should I say Doctor Dreamy is Bones.”

You sink onto your bum and cross your legs on front of you, leaning your elbows on your knees as you hide your face in your hands. “Jim, please don’t say anything,” you plead, “he can’t know, no one can know.”

“The way you look at him, the way you’ve always looked at him,” he goes on, though his voice is significantly lower, “I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”

Before you can say another word, Bones calls the room’s attention. Behind him, the holographic slides have changed to new points of information, and everyone falls silent to listen to the doctor’s speech.

You can see Jim squirming from the corner of your eye as you try to listen to the rest of the seminar, but it’s almost impossible to hear anything over the beating of your own heart. Heat washes over you in waves, ensuring your cheeks remain a bright shade of red and making your uniform feel itchy and tight. It feels like an eternity before Bones announces a break for lunch.

You grab Jim before he can move and begin dragging him out of the room, down the corridor, and into one of the smaller, vacant conference rooms.

He’s already giggling as you flop into one of the chairs, “you’re in love with Bones.”

You sigh, “yep.”

“And have been for five years?”

“Yep.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s stupid,” you reply, “and when I first met him, he was still getting over the divorce. Every time we’d drink together, he’d end up ranting about his ex and either make himself angry or upset. We all became such good friends, and before I knew it… I just didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”

“Ruin the friendship?” he repeats, “what are we? Teenagers in some old, soapy television drama?”

You shrug, “yes, I’m in love with him, but I’d rather have him in my life even just as a friend than not at all.”

“What makes you think he wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“Have you seen the women who hit on him?” you scoff, “and the women he’s been with? I could never-”

“Hey,” he interrupts you and pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “none of that. You’re gorgeous, and Bones would be an idiot not to agree.”

“Okay,” you swat his hand away, “say we did go out, but it didn’t go well, and then I’ve lost one of my closest friends and made it incredibly awkward for you. Not to mention being stuck on this damn ship with him for another three years.”

Jim huffs, his eyes boring into his own shoes. It looks as if he’s having his own argument in his head, his posture rigid and his lips set into a hard line.

“Jim, just promise-”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a red-shirted lieutenant pokes their head through the door, “but I actually have this room booked in five minutes.”

“Oh,” you stand and grab Jim’s arm, “sorry.”

You pull your captain into the corridor and begin back toward the big conference room.

“Y/N, just hear me out.”

You turn abruptly and push Jim against the wall with a hand on his chest, “no, Jim, you hear me out. You know how I feel, and you know how long I’ve felt like this, so don’t you dare try and tell me what I should do. Just because you now know it’s Leonard doesn’t change anything.”

“Okay,” he raises his hands in surrender, “okay, I’ll shut up, I’m sorry.”

You release him slowly and he lowers his hands.

“I have to admit though,” he smirks, “he’d be an excellent lay.”

“Jim!” you exclaim, your hands balling into fists at your side.

He chuckles and looks down the corridor, his grin disappearing the instant his eyes land on the doctor. You frown and follow his gaze before quickly taking two steps back from your captain.

Jim clears his throat, “Bones-”

“We’re starting again,” the doctor says, before turning sharply and walking back into the conference room.

Neither of you say another word as you reenter the room and take a seat in the front row once again. Leonard avoids looking your way for the rest of the afternoon, and though you can’t help but worry about what you’ve done wrong, it also allows you to stare at him unashamedly. You let your thoughts run wild, imagining his hands pinning your wrists down, his body on top of yours, and his mouth everywhere as he slowly unties that knot below your stomach that’s been twisting tighter and tighter for five years.

Eventually he calls the day to an end, and everyone thanks him before shuffling out of the room, everyone but Jim.

“Dinner?” you ask.

He takes a deep breath before standing, “I’ll be there soon, you go ahead.”

Your heart thuds nervously, but you stop yourself from questioning him any further and turn toward the door. You’re the last out aside from Jim, and you can hear him address his friend just as you step into the corridor. The last of the crew shuffle into the lift. “Are you coming?” one asks.

You fight with your good conscience before shaking your head, “no, you go.”

The doors of the lift ease shut, and you turn several times on the spot, asking yourself whether you’re a sneaky person before giving in and pressing yourself against the conference room’s door.

“Bones,” you hear Jim’s voice, “just listen to me.”

“I don’t really feel like listening to you right now, Jim,” the doctor bites back.

You frown and press your ear against the door.

“Please, let me explain.”

“Explain what exactly?” Bones asks, his tone harsh, “the part where you slept with girl I love, or the part where you lied to me so that I didn’t?”

You smack your hand over your mouth to keep from gasping… or screaming.

“I didn’t lie to you, Bones, I just-”

“You told me she was in love with some other guy, and that I couldn’t ask her out because it would only make things awkward.”

“I didn’t lie to you, I-I just didn’t know that-” Jim sighs loudly, “Bones, I am sorry, we were both drunk and it didn’t mean anything, it was just-”

“Just sex?” Bones snaps, “that’s all it ever is with you, Jim, you never think about anyone else.”

“I know, it was stupid, but I never lied to you,” Jim says, “she really was- is in love with someone, but she never told me who it was. I just- I assumed it was some guy back at the academy, and I should have realised-”

“Realised what, Jim?”

You can only imagine the two of them squaring up to each other, and you try desperately not to let the picture of an infuriated Leonard turn you on.

“The guy she was- is in love with, she never told me who it was, we just called him by some stupid nickname, she’s loved him for years, but I never-”

“Are you trying to torture me?” Bones interrupts again, “spit it out, damnit!”

“It’s you!” Jim exclaims.

Your heart lurches, threatening to break through your ribcage and burst right out of your chest.

“She’s in love with you, has been for years.”

The silence is heavy, and you have to hold your breath to stay quiet.

“What are you playing, Jim?”

“Nothing, I’m telling you the truth,” their voices are no longer raised, “and I am sorry, Bones. I shouldn’t have slept with her, drunk or not.”

Another beat of silence passes.

“I didn’t realise you were still in love with her,” the captain says quietly, and you have lean against the door before your knees give way.

Bones sighs, “course I am.”

“Then tell her.”

“Tell her?”

You startle at the sound of footsteps approaching, jumping back from the door when it slides open.

Jim smirks, “I didn’t take you for the spying type.”

You don’t have a chance to reply before he pulls you into the room and drags you toward the doctor. He smiles at both of you, pats Bones on the shoulder, and leaves.

“Hi,” you murmur.

“Hi.”

Staring up at him, you soften instantly under his hazel gaze. You can feel the warmth from his body, you’re standing so close, and you’re positive your cheeks are burning red.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “Jim’s just-”

You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’re touch starved or just overwhelmed by what you’d just heard, but you surge up onto your toes and press your lips against his. He catches your waist and presses your body against his, tilting his head to allow your mouths better access to each other as his tongue slides past your lips. You can’t help the little whimper that travels up your throat, which only urges Leonard on. He turns your bodies and sits you on the table, knocking half of the equipment on it to the floor. Your legs part and he settles between them, pressing into you enough to make you shudder.

“I love you,” he says between open mouthed kisses, “by the way.”

You giggle against his lips, “I love you too.”

His hands stroke your jaw before travelling gently down your neck and chest and stopping to cup your breasts. He groans, and you sigh, before his hands continue down to your hips and he holds you in place to grind against you.

You gasp, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, “Len.”

Your hook the fingers of your right hand in the band of his pants while your left travels up under his shirt. His skin is so hot and so soft, you can feel the appreciation for him pooling in your panties.

“Oh, my God,” a voice exclaims, and you jump apart, “that was quick!”

Leonard looks over his shoulder but keeps his body facing you, concealing the bulge in his pants. “Damnit, Jim!”

The captain giggles, his grin so broad you’re worried he might get stuck like that, “this is a public space.”

At the same time, you and Leonard shout, “get out!”

He continues laughing as he leaves, and only then does Leonard disentangle himself from you and march toward the door to lock it. When he turns back, you can’t help but giggle at the delicious sight of him.

“Want some help with that?” you ask, nodding toward his crotch.

He’s back on you in less than a second, claiming your neck with a heavenly bite. “Thought you’d never ask,” he whispers against your skin.

END.

#leonard mccoy #bones #star trek #leonard mccoy x reader #bones x reader #imagine #oneshot #one shot #karl urban #chris pine #jim kirk #captain kirk #spock

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deepspacedukat · 3 months

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Occupational Indulgence

Alright, I've been waiting to write this fic (and its sequel) for a while now, because it never felt like the right time. But it's here now. I fudged the dates of Mr. Eddington's assignment to DS9, but it's for my Pointy Man, so I don't care. This is part of Jorik's timeline with Jadzia.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Jorik (Vulcan OC)

[A/N: This is just a place-setting for the fic that will directly follow this in Jorik and Jadzia's timeline, so no warnings. Just fluff and Jorik being adorable.]

Warnings: Side characters involved in a romance, mild angst but not the romantic kind, angst about life in general, Jorik trying to justify his actions and potential future actions with logic.

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**2371 - Stardate 48003.1 (January 2, Early Morning) - Aboard The USS Min'ow**

"I can't believe they're sending us to a Cardassian scrapheap way out in the middle of nowhere," one ensign grumbled over his breakfast. Despite the mess hall being practically full at this time of the morning, Lieutenant Commander Jorik was perfectly able to hear the ensign's complaints. For someone fresh out of Starfleet Academy, the younger officer didn't seem very enthused about his assignment. "Man, what I wouldn't have done to be posted on Enterprise. That must seem like a damn luxury liner compared to that Cardassian eyesore, am I right?"

One of the officers at his table was giggling at his remarks, batting her eyelashes at him as if her simpering might make him notice her existence. The other two were staring studiously down at their plates. A wise choice on their parts. The man being obnoxious was, unfortunately, under Jorik's command.

"Perhaps, Ensign Maxwell, you would prefer to remain here on the Min'ow and assist the engineering teams by scrubbing out the plasma manifolds on a daily basis?" Jorik called from his seat after delicately dabbing his lips with a napkin. "I'm certain they could use an extra hand, and I could ensure that you receive such an assignment if performing your security duties on Deep Space Nine is unappealing to you."

The man scoffed as he usually did.

"That won't be necessary. Sir." When he and the girl vying for his attention left the mess hall, Jorik noticed that the other two officers who'd been seated at that table looked vastly relieved. They were two of the hardest working people in his team.

"I trust the two of you have no such complaints?" Jorik was on the verge of smiling as he spoke to them. Ensigns Ava Hardy and Terry Giles had warmed to him quickly when they were assigned to his security team, and Jorik was quite content to consider them friends.

"Oh, not at all, sir," Ava said glancing at the other woman. "We're excited, actually. Bajor sounds like such a gorgeous planet."

"Yeah, I can't wait to take this one on shore leave there," Terry said dropping a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek. "And hey, who knows? Maybe this is the fresh start that we all need. What're you still doing over there, huh? The ugly bastard's gone. Come join us."

Jorik nodded his head and carried his plate over to their table. They would arrive at Deep Space Nine in less than an hour. He couldn't bring himself to tell them that this would be a rather short assignment for him, though. He did not wish to sour the remaining time that the three of them had together.

He'd tell them prior to his departure, of course, but right then all he wanted to do was savor the anticipation of a new assignment with them.

Anticipation. That was something else he would be giving up in a few weeks' time. Vulcans may not express their emotions as boisterously as other species, but they still experienced them just as keenly. He did not want to give that up, but...if his undergoing the kolinahr would placate his parents, then he would try it for them.

Luckily, Ava and Terry were so excited to be talking with him about Bajor and all the worlds beyond the wormhole that they didn't notice how quiet he'd become. They likely assumed he was just being courteous listening to them.

Good, Jorik thought, let them assume something positive. I do not wish for them to worry.

Just over an hour later, Jorik ascended the steps to the office that used to belong to the Prefect of Bajor. The doors slid open automatically, and he proceeded inside.

"Lieutenant Commander Jorik reporting for duty," he said standing at attention as soon as the door hissed closed behind him.

"Ah, yes. Captain Gifford mentioned that he was bringing us some extra security personnel. At ease, Mister Jorik. I'm Commander Benjamin Sisko. Welcome to Deep Space Nine." Commander Sisko stood and respectfully offered him the ta'al, which Jorik returned. "I trust your journey wasn't too rough?"

"Not at all, sir. My team and I are prepared to assist you however you require," he said walking over to his C.O.'s desk and handing him the PADD that contained his orders.

"Good, good. Then I'll introduce you to the Ops staff and take you to the security office so that Odo, the Bajoran chief of security, and Mr. Eddington of Starfleet security can brief you." One by one, Commander Sisko introduced him to Major Kira, Chief O'Brien, and the rest of of the senior officers. As they walked to the turbolift to head down to security, Commander Sisko conversed with Jorik about life on the station. "Oh, by the way, there is one senior officer whom you have yet to meet. My science officer, Jadzia Dax, is away on shore leave. She should be back in a few weeks."

Jorik's thoughts gnawed at him.

"Computer, halt turbolift," he called, and at the Commander's curious look, the Vulcan drew himself up to his full height. "Commander, I thank you for your hospitality. You have been very welcoming to me even though you have only met me today. I wish to be candid with you, sir. I will not be here on the station for more than a number of weeks."

Sisko lifted an eyebrow as he turned to face him.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

Jorik took a deep breath and clasped his hands behind his back.

"Commander, my family...my parents have been rather...insistent that I return to Vulcan to fulfill an obligation. It is one that will take many years to complete, and they are becoming impatient," he explained. "It is likely that I will request an extended leave of absence from Starfleet in a few weeks' time in order to complete that task. I did not wish for you to be 'blindsided,' as your species might say, by the loss of an officer so soon after his acquisition."

The Commander nodded his head quietly as he processed what he's been told.

"Thank you for letting me know, and...well, I hope this isn't too presumptuous, but you sound a bit reluctant about returning home," Sisko observed, and Jorik dropped his gaze. "Lieutenant Comm– Jorik...I don't claim to know much about Vulcan customs, but make sure that your obligation, whatever it might be, is something that you want, not just something your parents want. It's your life, not theirs."

He looked up at his new C.O. only to find concern in his eyes.

"Thank you, Commander. I will take your words into consideration. No matter what my decision, though, I assure you that my team will do their best," Jorik murmured, then he had a thought. "I...have not informed them of my situation, however, thus I would be...grateful if this conversation could remain private."

"They won't hear it from me." When the turbolift's progress resumed, Jorik felt both a sense of relief - logical, given that he'd been honest with the Commander - and newly conflicted. His misgivings were illogical. He had no choice in the matter. Jorik would return to Vulcan and, for once in his life, ensure that his parents did not see him as a disappointment.

He would have to content himself with the knowledge that for once, he would be exactly what he was expected to be: A good, proper Vulcan.

"Jorik?" A voice snapped him out of his thoughts almost as soon as the lift doors opened onto the Promenade. He knew that voice, though it was different than before. A pair of wide green eyes met Jorik's, and all at once he recognized her.

The girl with the panda hat had grown up, and she was in a blue Starfleet uniform. Her curly brown hair had been tamed into a long braid down the back of her head.

"Cassandra?"

"You and Ensign Connor know each other?" The Commander asked from Jorik's side, but he hardly noticed. Cassandra held up a perfect ta'al just like he'd shown her sixteen years ago. Jorik returned the gesture, of course, and easily caught the young woman when she threw herself into his arms.

No self-respecting Vulcan would have stood for such a familiar, tactile gesture...which, Jorik guessed, was why he had no problem returning her embrace. He'd never been as stoic as the rest of his people, and he'd spent a significant amount of years amongst Humans. He'd secretly relished hugs from his former classmates when he received them at the Academy. Why shouldn't he? They were simply demonstrating through their own cultural practices that they bore him some sort of platonic affection, and did his own people expect him to cast aside their own saying, 'infinite diversity in infinite combinations'?

As for the young woman in his arms, he had always wondered what had happened to her. She'd seemed intelligent when he met her all those years ago, but even so, he hadn't expected her to remember something that for her must've been extremely trivial.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, Commander," Cassandra said to Sisko as she pulled back, "but I didn't think I'd ever see Jorik again. Hell, I didn't think that you'd remember me, even if I did. I'll leave you in peace, but if you're free later, maybe we could catch up sometime. If you want to, that is."

Her last remark was directed at the Vulcan officer who nodded his head.

"I would be pleased to...'catch up' with you when your duty shift permits, Ensign," he answered, and with a bright, warm smile, she excused herself. Perhaps these weeks prior to his departure would be more enjoyable than he'd anticipated. Forming a friendship with someone long lost in his past would make it even more difficult for him to leave, but he would still savor every moment.

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radioactive-earthshine · 10 months

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Hiii!! I love your KonBart content ♥️ Any thoughts about Bart and Kon in a Stark Trek AU?

vibrates violently. i love you.

Yes. Yes I have.

So.

I haven't seen a whole lot of Star Trek AUs for them (and I get it) but how I would approach it personally is two different ways;

One is where Kon and Bart both join Starfleet and more or less have their canon backstories (Kon is a clone, he broke out etc and Bart is from 1000 in the future). The world is more or less a hybrid of modern continuity DC comics and Star Trek during TOS era.

Kon joins in engineering - his TTK is extremely helpful. People look at his arms and think he should be in security. This annoys him greatly.

Bart is in the science division, and engineering, and communications, and navigation, and medical (once). Every time he shows up he's wearing a different uniform. This is purely a gag. There's a lot of whispers about what Bart is actually primarily focused in - everyone can just look it up of course but that just defeats the fun. Starfleet allows this because of his unique abilities and eidetic memory allowing him to perform multiple stations and fill in where needed.

The other iteration take both Bart and Kon in a more Star Trek-weird direction while being faithful to DC and I am more attached to this one as it feels more like a Star Trek AU rather than a Star Trek meets DC AU (we have those in canon actually, read them!).

In this Kon is a clone, but he's a relic of Krypton and is the Last Son instead of Kal-El. A ship found him in cryostasis and dated him as being over 200 years old. Doing DNA analysis they discovered that he was in fact half human but the other half of his DNA was a mystery entirely. The writing on his capsule was eventually deciphered, but the technology housing him is completely unknown.

There are a lot of mysteries about Kon that they slowly piece together, like his name, and about Kryptonians having made contact with 20th century Earth enough to obtain DNA samples to mix with theirs. Why he exists, what his purpose was, the soul crushing truth that Krypton no longer exists and all of its people are gone, extinct, all of these are slowly answered.

He does have his TTK in this, and one of the more hilarious things is Kon did not even know that being away from a yellow sun impacted his powers that much because he used his TTK for nearly everything. He just thought he had 'space sickness' when he was away from 'a planet' too long. The connection wasn't discovered until his TTK 'went weird' due to Romulan flu and while on a planet with a yellow sun he perked up amazingly fast and was still strong. It was a whole thing.

In this I'm leaning more towards him being in communications - because it gives him the best chances of finding out more about himself. He wants to study as much about other people as possible for anything he might be able to use to answer questions about himself.

Also, he was sent to Earth when he was found and he spent a little bit of time among the officers who found him in the first place. Commanders Jonathan and Martha Kent. They give him the name Conner and essentially adopt him, and it doesn't take him long to join Starfleet Academy himself.

Bart in this true to weird-Trek lore was a space anomaly. He appeared one day on Kon's ship and people thought they were at first just seeing things. Then they thought the damned holodeck was acting up. Because people would see him very often in holodeck programs over anything else. It's how Kon and him first met - but Kon of course thought he was an NPC that was just malfunctioning. It happens! But then he started appearing in other places of the ship as a bright yellow glowing sprite.

Bart has very little memories of who he was or what he's supposed to be doing, but he has a feeling he should be 'in the real world' but everything just is going either too fast, or too slow and he just... can't... stabilize.

Eventually, Kon is able to use his TTK to 'trap him' because he is the only one FAST enough to do this. Through shenanigans involving the transporter, science and Kon they are able to stabilize him and he is no longer in that strange speedforce entity state.

Bart sort of wavers in this between being physical and a speedforce being - is much less human and more fey. In fact, even when he does give them physical samples to analyze it is unlike anything they have ever seen and nothing in the known galaxy comes close to him.

Q doesn't fuck with him.

I just think it would be funny if he showed up, saw him, and turned around while saying "Nope!"

It's one of those mysteries that frustrate Starfleet High Command.

Because Bart is in this awkward state they had a plan to take him to earth for study and asylum, and even Vulcan was interested as well, but Bart despite wanting answers about himself and what he was supposed to do wanted to stay aboard the ship because of Kon.

Captain Cassandra "Cassie" Sandsmark fights for his case and Starfleet higher command approves it - she has a way of getting what she wants.

Kon and Bart bond because Kon knows what it is like to be confused about the world and who he is, so he acts as an anchor for him and reminds him that 'it doesn't matter who you were, it's who you are now and who you want to be that's important' .... He says it for Bart but he also says it a lot for him too.

I might write a little more on this odd AU but I have like 30 other projects.

#bartkon #konbart #bart allen #kon el #kon-el #conner kent #star trek au #bartkon star trek au #anon you made my fucking day i was waiting for an opportunity to talk about this au #mine

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halloweenfrills · 2 months

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Into Love: A Star Trek Tale (part 2)

"I t-told-told you! I don't know a-anything!", the nameless man pleads.

I'm sure he has a name, but to me it doesn't matter because I'm doing what I'm made for, extracting information in whatever way I need as the team of science doctors observe me from behind the glass, seeing what I choose to do to this weeping excuse of a man.

"Oh, but you do.", I coo at him, my hand reaching to pet his head, the tender gesture making him cringe, trembling beneath the restraints.

Of course he knew what I was seeking and as an experiment it was my task to extract it from him but this man, pulled from a Federation prison, was under an experiment as well, his mind gone of what he knew, any attempt to remember and a horrible pain took over his body.

Could I, Khan, extract the information with the violence I choose?

Stepping away to the right, the table was neatly laid with all manner of tools to extract information, my blue gaze landing on a jar with a vile creature slithering inside. Humming, I picked up tongs and the man on the table began screaming incoherently, nothing but wanting mercy as he no doubt knew what I was taking from the jar.

"Centaurian Slugs.", I say, stating the obvious, "You think you know pain now?", I tsk, my steps predatory as I walk back, the slug writhing in between the tongs, itching to unleash its own violence on anything the parasite could get ahold of.

Tears ran from his dark brown eyes, the smell of urine had hit my nostrils as he had no doubt soiled himself due to fear. But none of these human displays of emotion stirred anything in me, no pity, no remorse, I had information to obtain.

"No! NO! PLEASE!", I became deaf to the screaming, using one had to grab his face and turn it towards the glass, the observing scientists having a show of their own as I lower the parasitic slug to the mans ear, letting it squirm inside to cause it's damage.

A smile tugged at my lips, the first smile I've had since meeting Love...

"He's doing remarkably well.", Dr. Adam Soong notes, watching me, his prize project resort to any means necessary to complete what the Federation wants.

All in the name of the Federation. How I could laugh at my blind trust of those who made me.

"So you left Starfleet?", I had asked Love, her nodding making her hair fall onto her shoulders, my eyes observing her quick behavior change, something all too easy for me to read. Starfleet and the Federation were a touchy subject for her, when I mentioned I worked for them she became reclusive, as if she couldn't trust. It wasn't a complete lie on my part, saying I work for the Federation, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her what I was, an experiment for war.

"I left. I don't belong among the stars and universes.", she sighed, but maybe that's where she wanted to be although I liked how human she was, grounded in her mundane daily life.

"It bothers you that I work for them?", I state the obvious and her eyes immediately go to my face, searching for an expression to read, something I always make easy for her in the same way I pretend I can't read her every emotion that flickers across her face.

"Not exactly. I just...worry?", she tries to explain and my head tilts, urging her to go on. Why would she worry? In my silence she continued, "I had a friend, back in Starfleet Academy, we were top of our class and working on a research project together. He went missing.", as I listen she grabs a tablet device, pulling up digital photos and shows it to me. Staring back, her bright green eyes and uneven freckles on a happy face, and next to her, smiling just the same, was the man I had tortured with the Centaurian Slug.

"Missing?", I only glanced at the man but I was sure who it was, handing the tablet back to her, "What if he dropped out like you did?"

Love frowns, my dismissal of how she worried and felt upset her, but it would be worse to tell her the truth, that I was a dangerous experiment and had tortured and killed her friend. "You sound like the others. That's why I left. First they wouldn't listen about the files we found and then they wouldn't listen when he vanished.", her tone showing how sensitive she was about this topic. I had to hide how amusing it was to me, seeing her human emotions come so quickly to the surface.

Softening my expression, I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me, my lips kissing her temple, "I'm sorry. And I know you don't like Starfleet or the Federation. I won't talk about my work in front of you.", although I couldn't do that anyway.

Sometimes I could feel the tracker in my neck as it picked up on my own emotions, things I really only felt with her. Maybe it was her giving me my humanity and maybe my instinct to lie and keep her safe from the truth of my existence was my humanity as well.

Love and the Federation. They couldn't exist together. Not for me. But I was yet to know that in my naive beginnings...

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theflowerofhumanity · 9 months

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Never Say Never

Spock had lived his entire life as an outsider, existing on the fringe of Vulcan society in many ways despite his father’s illustrious diplomatic career and family name. His very existence made him a curiosity, which in itself was neither good nor bad—but even Vulcan children could be cruel, and the human DNA in Spock’s genetic code made him more emotionally vulnerable to that cruelty than any of his peers. He rejected his inherent humanity at every turn, embracing only his paternal heritage, and devoted a great deal of time and effort to becoming a perfect Vulcan man. He would prove the childhood bullies wrong. He would prove himself worthy to his father...though in quiet moments of reflection or meditation, he sometimes questioned how Sarek could have chosen to marry and father a child by a human woman, only to then be critical of every human trait that child displayed.

Beyond where he stood, the surf roared and crashed until it crept, whispering, onto the sand. Cold, frothy seafoam licked at Spock’s bare toes before slipping away again to resume its primordial dance, the steps dictated by cosmic forces millions of miles away. He was unsure exactly how long he had stood here, mesmerized as he gazed out on the blue-grey water gilded by the late-afternoon sun, but his face and feet were growing chilled. This was the third afternoon he’d come here. The experience of watching and listening to the Terran sea had a calming, almost meditative effect on his mind. He wondered if it also spoke to some latent humanity within him without really believing such a thing was possible.

His Vulcan features and behavior made Spock just as much of a curiosity here on Earth as he’d been on the planet of his birth. No one could tell that he was, in fact, half human. But now he was also something other than just an outsider. He was an outcast. Sarek had, upon learning of his son’s enrollment in Starfleet Academy, made it clear that he was no longer welcome in his house. While Spock’s imminent departure for Earth had robbed the words of their immediate impact, it couldn’t alter the rejection inherent within them. The many years he’d spent trying to fit in to his society and to please his father appeared to have been in vain.

Now, many light-years away from the burning Vulcan sun and with an alien sea filling his keen senses, Spock wondered idly whether he and his father would ever speak again. Perhaps if he did as well in his Academy courses as he always had in childhood…

Frowning, Spock let that incomplete thought fade from his mind. He wasn’t here to make Sarek proud. He was here because he wanted to be. Rather than settle logically on a career path that he could follow, as was expected of him, to the Vulcan Science Academy, Spock’s sharp young mind had always hungered for ever-more knowledge on all subjects...and his eyes and imagination were forever drawn back to the stars that glittered overhead. The various interplanetary diplomatic trips on which he sometimes accompanied his parents had only furthered his conviction. Someday, he would live and work out there among those distant points of light.

From some distance down the beach Spock heard the cheerful clamor of people gathering. The sun hadn’t yet set, but they had already built a bonfire on the sand. Some part of him—the human part, he supposed, still reeling from the events of the last two weeks—yearned to walk down and join them. But whether they were fellow Starfleet cadets or not, he doubted his presence would be welcome, nor would he have any idea how to conduct himself. Classes began in a few days. He would bury any loneliness and homesickness he felt in his studies and focus on his goals.

He turned away from the sun-drenched waves and began walking towards the rocks where he’d deposited his shoes and cloak. Perhaps tonight he would try to find a restaurant that offered more appealing dishes than the Academy’s food synthesizers.

@multirptrash

#this is pretty lame but the ideas in my head didn't want to translate very well lol #NOT lamer than the title but lol what else is new #I was thinking 'never say never' as in the song by The Fray which seems to fit them pretty welll <3 #*nsn

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hummingbird-of-light · 4 months

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In Our Favor

Part 3

McCoy

McCoy was happy to set foot on solid ground in Scotland. The flight between Georgiares and Earth was long, but he had traveled it many times now. It was slowly getting easier, especially with Scotty beside him, but he still preferred to be on land. The thought briefly flashed through his mind how he would fare on a boat. A smile curled one side of his lips.

“We’ve got it Andre,” McCoy said to the security member reaching for his bag and trunk.

“Sir?”

“Don’t worry,” McCoy said, shrugging the strap of his bag further up his shoulder and grabbing one end of the trunk. Scotty grabbed the other end. “It isn’t far.”

“I remember sir,” Andre said, bowing his head in deference to McCoy.

McCoy and Scotty led the way and the three member security team followed behind.

McCoy hadn’t wanted any security to follow them back to Scotland, but David had insisted. Spock had been McCoy’s security on his previous trips to Scotland before his marriage, but Spock would be going to the Academy as well to begin his own career.

David wanted his son and son in law protected until they were surrounded at the Academy by the officers and cadets of Starfleet. McCoy had protested, but in the end gave in sullenly. Andre and his team would be with them in Scotland and would accompany the two young men to San Francisco.

Francine, of course, had offered for the team to stay at the house, but Andre had said no. One member would be at the house at a time and the others would stay nearby where they would not be a burden.

Two cars were waiting when the small group got to the front of the shuttle port.

McCoy and Scotty loaded their bags and the trunk in the first car and settled in the back. Andre took the driver’s seat and one of the others took the passenger seat. The third member followed in the second car.

It was strange to arrive and drive to the Scott’s house without Granddad or Francine. They had always either picked them up or dropped them off.

Scotty gave directions to Andre and soon enough they turned down a familiar street and stopped at a house that still looked too new compared to its neighbors.

Before McCoy or Scotty could get out the security team had beat them to the bags.

“You’ve got your mom to greet sir,” Andre smiled at Scotty while holding his bag.

“Fair enough,” Scotty chuckled back.

Scotty stopped on the doorstep, seeming for a moment confused whether he should knock or just open the door and go in. Before he could make up his mind the decision was made for him. The door opened quickly and Francine had her arms around her son.

“Oh Monty!” she cried happily as she held him tight. “It’s been so empty without ye lads! And Leonard!” Francine let go of Scotty and turned to McCoy.

“Hi Francine,” McCoy grinned as he was squeezed.

“Come in! Come in!” Francine moved back to let the boys in. McCoy gestured with his head for the security team to follow.

“You can set those there,” he pointed to a spot by the stairs. “We’ll take them up later. I mean it.” He gave Andre a serious look, but his eyes twinkled.

“Hello lads.” Granddad came from the living room and hugged both boys at the same time.

“You remember Andre,” McCoy said when they had finally finished their greetings.

“Aye,” said Granddad as Francine nodded.

“This is Anthony and Averie,” he continued, motioning at the other two guards.

“Andre and Anthony and Averie,” Granddad said, lifting a brow in amusement.

“They call us ‘Team Alpha,’” Averie smiled.

“Quite fitting,” Francine laughed.

“We’ll just look around quickly and then these two will be out of your hair,” Andre said. “I’ll be here first, and we’ll rotate about every eight hours.”

“Will ye need a key?” Francine asked, looking concerned.

“No ma’am, thank you,” Andre said. “We’ll let each other in as necessary.”

Team Alpha went off together to check around the house.

McCoy looked around. “It’s looking better with those pictures up.”

“Isn’t it?” Francine said. “Harriet found a few more after the ones she brought when ye were here last.”

“Oh,” McCoy said, feeling his cheeks color. He and Scotty’s aunt had not taken to each other. Though who could blame Harriet after the way McCoy had spoken to her. He had apologized when Granddad had taken him back later.

“Malcolm and Iona sent a few other things as well after ye left,” Granddad added.

“What?” Scotty asked in surprise. “He thought of someone beside himself?”

“Apparently,” Granddad chuckled. “Suppose that’s them putting in their bid to be invited to another royal wedding.”

McCoy looked at Scotty and rolled his eyes. He had promised to keep that pair from being anywhere near Scotty again. He would personally lose any invitation to them if their siblings someday got married.

“I suppose ye lads would like to rest a little after your trip,” Francine said. “If ye’re hungry let me know, otherwise ye know when dinner is.”

“Thanks Francine,” McCoy said.

“We’ll go unpack,” Scotty said.

Part 4

Scotty

It was nice to come home again, even if it wouldn't be for too long. Scotty loved spending time with his mother and grandfather and he knew Leonard did too. The prince had been warmly welcomed into the family and Francine had quickly won over another son. Granddad also loved talking to Leonard.

Together, Scotty and Leonard first retired to Scotty's room. It was one of their favorite places in the house, next to the garden, and they always spent a lot of time in there.

The luggage quickly flew into a corner and the boys made themselves comfortable on the bed. Francine had been right. They really were exhausted from the journey and needed to get some rest.

"How was the flight for ye, mo ghràdh?"

Scotty ran a hand tenderly through Leonard's hair and his husband shrugged his shoulders. Scotty knew how much anxiety flying often caused him.

"It was... okay, I guess. With you by my side."

A smile played around Leonard's lips as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Scotty's lips.

He only pulled his head back when he noticed that Scotty seemed worried.

"What? What is it?"

The young Scotsman sighed slightly and looked at Leonard thoughtfully. An oppressive feeling spread through his chest.

"What... if ye ever have to fly alone? If I'm needed somewhere else and cannae be with ye?"

Leonard blinked a few times, but then he shook his head and smiled gently.

"That's not going to happen. I'll insist that we're always together on missions."

Scotty wanted to say something back, but his counterpart put a finger to his lips to stop him.

"I am a prince. No one will dare contradict me."

Scotty couldn't help but grin.

"Is that referring to me or the people of Starfleet?"

At that, Leonard's face brightened and he chuckled softly.

"Hmm... both. Just don't worry so much. Everything will be fine."

A nod from Scotty was all it took for Leonard's lips to find their way back to his and this time Scotty returned the kiss passionately.

Leonard was right. He was probably just worrying too much about nothing.

"There ye are, lads. Did ye manage to get some rest?"

Francine was beaming from ear to ear when Scotty and Leonard entered the kitchen. The table was already set and something was simmering on the stove.

"Aye."

"Yes, Francine. That smells delicious. What are you cooking?"

Leonard stepped over to the stove and took a look.

"Oh, nothing special. Just some sausages. That goes quite well with the salad," Francine replied as she took said salad out of the fridge.

"Is there anything else we can do to help?" Scotty asked, even though most of the food looked ready.

"Ye could let Alasdair know that dinner's ready. I think he's downstairs in his workshop."

"Already on it, ma'am," Scotty replied and saluted jokingly before he and Leonard made their way to the cellar.

"Granddad?"

They found the elderly gentleman sitting on a chair at the work table. He was obviously whittling away at something.

"Dinner's ready."

Hearing those words, Alasdair turned and looked at the boys who had stopped at the stairs.

"Oh, thanks, lads. I'll be right up."

Curious, Scotty stuck his head forward to see what his grandfather was holding.

"What are ye working on?"

Granddad's gaze wandered to the piece of wood and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm not sure what it's going to be yet. I... I'll just let my thoughts run free."

"That sounds good. That way you can surprise yourself," Leonard said and Alasdair laughed.

"Aye. Well then... Go on up. I'll be with ye in a moment."

"Please, ma'am, that's not necessary."

The boys could hear Andre's voice from afar as they made their way back up and both of them had to chuckle when they saw the bodyguard standing in the hallway, Francine standing in front of him with a plate in her hands.

"No, no, ye have to eat something, lad. I insist."

Andre threw a glance at Leonard and Scotty, obviously asking for their help, but both of them knew that he didn't stand a chance.

"Just take it, Andre. It's really good. And Francine is right. You have to eat."

At hearing Leonard's words, Andre carefully took the plate handed to him, then nodded at Francine.

"Well then... thank you, ma'am."

"And ye really don't want to sit down with us?"

"Oh... uhm, no, thanks. I'll guard the door."

Scotty chuckled softly. Once one was part of the family, there was no way out.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #in our favor

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bamfspock · 2 years

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FIC MASTER POST (to be updated)

Know All Your Enemies

Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 351,857

Pairings: Jim Kirk/Spock, Spock/Nyota Uhura, Jim Kirk/Carol Marcus, Jim Kirk/Gary Mitchell, Jim Kirk/Original Character, Carol Marcus/Leonard McCoy

Summary:

Being able to read someone's mind doesn't mean knowing them, as Jim finds out. Being forced to navigate the fallout of a terrible tragedy while fighting to stop a large-scale threat doesn't help. What will it take to protect what matters? Will the Federation survive it? Will Jim?

And will the growing connection between he and Spock bring them together before it tears them apart?

Tags: T'hy'la; Telepathy; Telepathic Jim; Eating Disorders; ARFID; Tarsus IV; Academy Instructor Jim; Section 31; Alliances; Dadmiral Pike; Dadmiral Archer; Starfleet Academy; Murder Investigations; Amanda Grayson Lives; Jim has a lot of high-profile penpals; Slow Burn; Endgame Jim/Spock; Multiple POVs; Primarily Jim POV; Background Relationships

WARNINGS: Explicit discussions and descriptions of a restriction-type eating disorder (ARFID); discussion of involuntary weight loss; murder of children; genocide; eugenics; child abuse (physical and emotional); descriptions of dissociative states; descriptions of panic attacks; discussion of sex as self-harm; mentions of pedophilia; mentions of other self-harm behaviors; discussion of suicidal ideation; graphic violence; minor character death; sanist language

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A Weary Traveler

Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 27,619

Pairings: Jim Kirk/Spock

Summary:

"Of course you're not," he says, which sounds patronizing but his tone isn't, like he's stating a fact. "But I saw you come in and had to say hi."

She narrows her eyes, because between that and his 'guess'..."Do I know you?"

The bar is a little too dark to be sure, but he does look awfully familiar.

"Not yet." He crosses his arms, and she realizes he doesn't have a drink. "You will, though."

Jim keeps jumping through time.

Tags: Time Travel; Non-Linear Narrative; Mentions of Restriction-Type Eating Disorder; Tarsus IV; alternating povs; T'hy'la; Bad Fake Physics; Brief Jim/Bones; No Uhura/Spock; canon character death

WARNINGS: non-specified restriction-type eating disorder; mentions of involuntary weight loss; child abuse; brief discussion of hypothetical sex between a minor and adult

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Red Sky In Morning

By a-really-good-lawyer (BAMFspock)

Fandom: Daredevil (TV); The Defenders (TV); The Avengers (Marvel Movie)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 500,593

Pairings: Matt Murdock/Frank Castle, Matt Murdock & Peter Parker, brief Matt/Natasha

Summary:

"You ever been tired, Red?"

Captain America and his allies are allowed to come out of hiding under the terms of a stripped back Sokovia Accords, overseen by a newly-rebuilt SHIELD. An agreement is struck, and four Avengers are assembled once more.

Then Midland Circle Financial falls, and they find Daredevil among the ruins.

Identity revealed, Matt is forced into his own agreement. But SHIELD has a hidden agenda, and it's not the only organization making its move. A long-hidden secret is slowly working its way into the light, and now the race is on to find the truth.

Matt just wishes he'd never escaped from Midland Circle.

Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Rape/Non-Con; Post-Defenders AU; Sokovia Accords; Mystery; Conspiracies; alternates between present time and flashbacks; Matt-Centric; multiple POVs; Hurt/Comfort; Angst with a Happy Ending; Found Family; Matt being protective of kids; like so many kids; flagrant perversion of Marvel comic canon for plot purposes; some AU NMCU Punisher references; Teamwork makes the dream work; mostly ignores other NMCU/MCU shows except Iron Fist S1

WARNINGS: Discussions and portrayal of suicidal ideation; discussions and portrayal of sexual assault; allusions to and some portrayal of self-harm behaviors; discussions of trauma; discussions and portrayals of depression; discussions and portrayal of dissociative states (DP/DR); mentions of depression-related weight loss; allusions to and discussions of child abuse; portrayals of non-consensual drugging; ableism; sanism and sanist language; eugenicist talk; graphic violence; depictions of adults and children in captivity; depictions and discussions of eugenics; discussions of substance abuse; rated M for themes and sexual content

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#bamfspock #star trek fan fic #star trek aos #know all your enemies #KAYE #a weary traveler #a-really-good-lawyer #red sky in morning #RSIM #daredevil fan fic #daredevil

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startrekfangirl2233 · 6 months

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For the "Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox" game:

The last time it snowed here, the world was a very different place.

Hi Vee! I saw this and of course my brain went a little angsty and sad.

The last time it snowed here, the world was a very different place. Vulcan was still alive, still in space orbiting its moon, still home to billions of souls now snuffed out. Starfleet was thriving, thousands of cadets and personnel boldly going into the unknown on peacekeeping and exploratory missions. What you have now is a world set spinning on a different, tilted, off-kilter axis. You graduated from the Academy seven months ago. So many others never got the chance to.

Send me the first sentence of a fic and I'll write five more!

#star writes #star trek #star trek fanfiction #star trek fanfic

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clementine-kesh · 6 months

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What the...!

I'm finally watching more Prodigy (just started ep 4) and something Dal said struck me as odd, something about them all being kids or something to that effect and while I did previously think that most of them were kids, I just kinda assumed Jankom Pog was like... in his 30s or some equivalent? The grizzled engineer vibes combined with the voice I guess.

I actually thought it really added to the show's humour that most of them were teens or under and then there's just this 36 year old man who probably ran a garage or something before he got captured, but I looked it up... Jankom Pog is supposed to be 16!!! That's even younger than Dal! What?!

And while I'm still not sure if Medusans even have anything resembling traditional ageing, Zero (whom I had assumed would be some kind of "old sage" at first and I guess my brain just kept thinking of them as close to senior citizen lmao) is also supposed to be teen or under coded. They're literally just a gaggle of toddlers loose in outer space huh 😭

(Sidenote tho, I gotta say: while I was only mildly whelmed by eps 1&2 when I watched them a while ago, I'm really starting to like it. It's a good show!! The fight scene in the vehicle replicator in particular also really made me see the potential of the medium, even compared to Lower Decks since Prodigy is both 3D and much richer in visual detail.)

(It defo still feels like a bit of a departure from other treks, in part because they're not part of a starfleet crew, but that might actually be in the franchise's favour since it widens the scope of the kinds of story trek shows are allowed to tell. And especially with Academy in development that means it's really Paramount's loss for ditching the one show setting a precedent for anything other than the established "starfleet crew lives on starfleet vessel and has adventures" formula that even Pic eventually fell back on, though I don't know how quickly as I couldn't even stand half an episode.)

-Levi

lmao i can totally see how you’d assume jankom’s older especially cuz he’s voiced by jason mantzoukas who’s like 50. there is something so funny about having this gruff grizzled 16 year old tho it’s very charming to me and i love his and dal’s sibling relationship. prodigy has its limitation but it’s still a huge breath of fresh air into the franchise in a lot of ways (and i say that while also thinking what discovery did with its later seasons was really cool and interesting). a lot of that comes from the writing and premise of course but a lot of that also comes from what they can do with the medium since it’s animated, so it’s actually possible to do all the cool alien designs and epic shots that would cost a million dollars and take a ton of extra time to do in live action

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heptagonsun · 1 year

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Trek Posting

Rambling post about some observations about Starfleet and the Federation beneath the read more.

Starfleet, and more generally, the Federation places a huge amount of responsibility onto their captains - especially on captains of their most powerful, illustrious ships, most notably the starships Enterprise. As the flagship for three or four times out of six ships (1701-A is dubious in this role, thanks Movies), it's no wonder that their captains are some of the most incredible figures in the whole fleet.

At the start of his second Five Year Mission, Pike was the most decorated (fighting) captain in all of Starfleet. By the time Kirk was zapped into the Nexus, he was the single most legendary figure in the Federation - I mean, he was promoted from Captain directly to Chief of Starfleet Operations after his Five Year Mission. And he remained the most legendary figure until quite possibly just Picard matched his stature.

Starfleet has incredibly high standards for its officers - both from the Academy to its expected conduct aboard a ship. Even the lowest ensign is still expected to be nearly a master in their field (Good Shepard and Lower Decks {the TNG episode} kinda outline this). To be granted a senior position takes a huge amount of training and responsibility, let alone a command track role. The role of First Officer even more so. But Captains?

Captains are expected to be generalist masters among their crew, as well as top tier tacticians, strategists, diplomats, and most of all, leaders. The sheer level of expectations placed on captains would crack anyone who faked their way up (with some exceptions, of course).

One of the things that stuck out to me the most in my TNG rewatch was in 7x8 - Riker beaming down the Kes ambassador, telling him that his recommendation against their entry into the Federation would result, almost assuredly, with them not being inducted. The Federation Council takes the word of the Captain and First Officer of the visiting ship (usually a ship of the importance on level with the Enterprise) more highly than the actual planet/government's application contents.

That is, without exaggeration, a galactic-level responsibility placed upon them. I think there are other episodes with similar notes - Sisko dealing with Bajor and Kai Wynn springs to mind.

All this to say - the Captains of the Enterprise are rightfully seen as near-mythical figures with what they had to do to get to their positions, and what they did with them.

#star trek #starfleet #picard > kirk not sorry #sisko is also super cool and got to basically run the whole of the federation's arm in the dominion war #janeway got snapped up to vice admiral on return #ENT sucked and i still hate archer but he still became the Preisdent of the fuckin Federation

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starfleetskunkworks · 9 months

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Starfleet Academy Course E-113: Starship Thermal Management

Ever wondered why a Klingon Bird-of-Prey has wings? We all know it’s not for flying, you don’t need lift in space. Besides looking really fucking cool, they actually do serve a crucial purpose: heat dissipation.

I can see some of you rolling your eyes. Thermal management may not be as sexy as warp theory, but it’s arguably more important. See how far you travel when your engines slag your ship before it can form a stable warp bubble. Even your life support systems generate heat. The heat from crew bodies is enough to kill them.

Why is this the case when space is considered cold? Well, we get rid of heat in three ways: convection, conduction, and radiation. The first two rely on a medium, such as an atmosphere, to wick away heat. Obviously, there is none of that in space. That leaves radiation.

Early sub-warp ship design utilized large radiators, which look like giant fins, to solve this problem. Modern starships aren’t much different, but the emissivity of their radiators is much improved. The underlying principle is the same, though; we are still beholden to the Stefan-Boltzmann law:

A = P / (ε * σ * T^4)

Here, A is the area of the radiator needed to dissipate the power of the waste heat P. ε is the emissivity of the radiator (the theoretical maximum is 1.0). σ is the Stefan-Boltzmann constant (5.670373 * 10^-8 W m^-2K^-4). T is the temperature of the radiator in Kelvins. Note that the radiator’s area is inversely proportional to the fourth power of the temperature: the higher the temperature the radiator is designed for, the smaller its area needs to be.

Which brings us to the different ways Starfleet ships dissipate heat. The heat generated by life support systems is significantly smaller than that generated by the ship’s engines and warp drive. It takes a lot of energy to get one type of radiator to handle both, so starships use two separate methods to get rid of this heat.

The heat from the engines is sent straight from the stardrive, up the nacelle mounts, and into the nacelles. That blue glow on the warp nacelles? Those are radiators, and that glow is waste heat! Just like on those antique gas burning stoves, where the hottest part of the flame glows blue, so do these radiators.

What about life support and other systems that put out a low amount of heat relative to the engines? Remember that the lower the design temperature of the radiator, the larger its surface area needs to be. This heat is dissipated through the surface area of the hull itself: this is the reason Starfleet builds ships with large, flat, saucer sections.

So when you’re out there in the void of space, scanning anomalies or conducting peace talks, remember to head down to the stardrive section and thank your thermal engineer.

#star trek #science #engineering #starships #starship design #starfleet academy

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trillscienceofficer · 1 year

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lovely metas btw. if you dont mind, do you have thoughts on the differences between Janeway's dynamics with the younger female chars (B'elanna, Seven) and the males ones (Harry, even Tom Paris)?

Thank you, glad you like my thoughts!

As for your question here, I've been giving it some thought since I received this ask and to be perfectly honest with you I'm not sure I can give a definitive answer. Do I think there's a difference between the dynamic Janeway has with Harry and Tom VS the one she has with B'Elanna and Seven? Yes. If you look closely enough they're four different dynamics entirely, and they're influenced by factors that go beyond the characters' genders, I think. Keep in mind thought that it's been a while since I've watched Voyager in its entirety, and my assessment will likely not be very precise.

I think Harry's dynamic with Janeway is the most similar to what B'Elanna (and Seven) also have with the Captain. He starts out as an officer fresh out of the Academy and with bright prospects and Janeway takes him under her wing in order to guide him through his rise in the ranks. Except between hard work that never gets recognized and weirdly invasive and controlling behavior* Harry pretty much remains in her shadow until the end. He isn't even allowed to have the "space for growth" (putting it in quotes because I vehemently disagree with the usage of this trope, I'd like female characters to not be pigeonholed as love interests while calling it character development) that B'Elanna and Seven get by pursuing (long-term) romantic relationships. Of course all this is a symptom of the latent racism in the writing, but it's notable that Janeway oscillates between believing in Harry and trusting him with her life and being thoroughly disappointed by him. It's not clear either, at least it's not to me, how they stand with each other by the end of the show. Is she still mentoring him? What is there left to mentor in someone like Harry, who was Starfleet to the bone from the start, just as Janeway is, and who has spent the last seven years being one of the most effective executors of her orders? There is so much ambiguity here, imho, and that's why I'm reminded of Janeway's way of dealing with B'Elanna, even with differences.

*(the part in "The Disease" where Janeway berates him for not having asked permission to have sex with the aliens is still such a travesty. I know the writing makes it seem like a Starfleet thing but come on! Nowhere else this rule was clearly ever enforced)

Tom, I think, it's the person where the ambiguity wrt Janeway isn't so pronounced compared to the others (which is saying a lot, given "Threshold" lmao). Tom totally wants Janeway's approval as much as he wants his father's and he is a bit her creature as well, since she gave him a second opportunity on Voyager. But imho (and I may misremember, I'm admittedly not Tom's biggest fan) both her trust and her disappointment in him are... structured? Within a clearly established hierarchy? She gives him orders to go undercover (trust), she demotes him and gives him brig time (disappointment), she promotes him back again. Neither Harry, nor B'Elanna, nor Seven have a clear-cut understanding of Janeway's opinion of them in comparison. All three are stuck in a way less legible situation with her.

It's very interesting to think about, although again I have to wonder how much of this murkyness is deliberate characterization and how much is the result of a deadly mix of misogyny and racism in the writing.

#voy #askbox #the voyager writers had insane mommy issues that's for sure

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kiscon · 2 years

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KiSCon- Progress Report #2

Dear K/S friends,

Greetings! How is it May already? We hope you got well through the various April holidays. It's high time for our second progress report! Some of the following might be “old news” for you, but we think it is important to repeat details about registration & Discord. 1. Registration: You can sign up for our virtual KiScon 2022 directly on Conline. Please note that we handle all registrations through this framework this year. Registration is a 2-step process: 1) click “Join” to enter the KiScon area on Conline, then 2) click “Registration” to sign up for our 2022 convention. For a detailed explanation with screenshots, you can reach out to us! We recommend that you use a fannish name for your Conline profile, ideally your badge name (if you usually put both your real name and your fannish name on convention badges, only use the fannish part). 2. KiScon Discord (“KiScord”): You can join our KiScon Discord server by following this invite link. To make things a bit easier for the con staff, we’d appreciate if you could add your badge name also to your Discord profile name so that we know who is who. :-) For the convention weekend, there will be special channels for activities and chat, exclusive to con attendees. We will also create "Starfleet Academy" channels a week before the con, for training and practice, so that members can get used to the virtual setting and try out things. You can, of course, just take part in the convention by joining the panels in the Zoom sessions, but we strongly encourage you to also join the Discord server; it provides another layer of discussion and socialising during the con, and it will be the quickest way for you to get technical support if needed; some activities and games will require Discord. As always with all things computer and internet, we are very happy to help you if you have questions or encounter problems. We want to make this experience of a virtual KiScon as pleasant and smooth as possible for you. You can email me directly for help (1lostone @ kiscon.org) or feel free to send me an ask here or at my personal tumblr. There will be a Pub Night on the KiScord on Saturday, May 28th, 5:00 p.m. EDT (what time is that for me?) Join us for chat and games! This is also a good opportunity to get more familiar with Discord. 3. KiScon Fanvid Shows: send us your submissions! There will be three vid shows at KiScon 2022: Classics, Premieres/Competition, and our famous Disco Show on Saturday. To make these shows as awesome as possible, we ask you to send in your vids, please! Whether you are an old-skool vidder or a newcomer, queen of angsty vids or king of crack, seasoned scholar of K/S eye-sex studies, or master of plot transformations — we’d love to feature your works at the KiScon vid shows! We are looking for:

Premieres of all genres: these are vids that have not been published on the Internet or distributed on DVDs/tapes yet (we are lenient if the vid has been shown at a convention in the past, as long as it is not available anywhere). Vids created in or after 2020 (and unpublished) are eligible for our competition.

Classics of all genres: vids that showcase the history and rich variety of K/S and Star Trek vidding from the late 1970s to the 2010s

Fun & danceable song vids for our Disco Night & Sing-a-Long: exactly what it says on the tin – upbeat vids suitable for singing along and dancing the night away!

Submission guidelines:

Star Trek TOS, TAS, movies, reboot are all welcome! However, we strive to keep the balance between TOS and reboot – we reserve the right to shift around vids between classics and disco tribs, if necessary. The focus should be on Kirk/Spock; we will accept a limited number of gen vids, though (but no other pairings).

Length limit per vid: 5 minutes.

Submissions of up to three vids per vidder permitted. A team counts as a person of its own.

Attending membership is not required, but if you grace us with your online presence at the convention, be prepared to get a virtual room full of adoration.

For the competition: There are two categories, drama (angst, serious topics, death, H/C) and humour (anything angst-free, happy and upbeat). Each vidder can send in one vid per category for the competition. (You can still submit more vids to the shows, though!) The attending members of KiScon will vote after the show and determine the winners, who will be featured on the KiScon blog and recced all over the ’net.

There is also going to be a download link with the vid shows after the con, as a goodie for attending and supporting members. Let us know if you’re fine with your vids being included in it.

Please submit your vid as high-resolution and high-quality as possible, and use reasonably common and reliable formats (e.g. .mp4, .mov, .avi – please spare us the pain of .flv or .wmv files). We want your work to look fabulous. For more details and technical instructions, please get in touch with T'Lara: larissa @ kiscon . org

Please register your vids as soon as possible by letting us know what you plan to send in (vidder name, title, song, genre, universe, length), either via the form on the KiScon website or send a message to T'Lara! Deadline for actual vid submission (preferably by Dropbox or similar download link): October 10th, 2022. We are looking forward to seeing your contributions!

4. KiScon Goodie Bag: Our traditional con bag will be entirely digital this year! Sadly, this means no chocolates (insert stoically sad Vulcans here)! But while you will, of course, get a .pdf file of the con zine, a .pdf file of the program booklet, and a download link for the vids, we will also include various other digital treats for you. Usually there are also goodies donated by con attendees or supporting members in the bags, e.g. stickers, sweets, flyers, bracelets etc., and we would be happy if members continued this tradition also in the virtual space. Anything that can be downloaded and shared digitally is game! Want to make a podfic or filk or mixtape for the con bag? Have some cool Trek crochet or sewing patterns that you would like to share? An awesome desktop wallpaper or digital stickers/badges that members can then use on their social media? Maybe a cool recipe for K/S cookies or a lovely manip? The only restriction is that goodies need to be fannish in a transformative way, that means e.g. no video files of Trek eps, no audiobooks of pro novels, and no unaltered screenshots or officially released images. When in doubt, just ask us. You can also send in digital flyers for your fannish projects, but these can also be included in the program booklet — which brings us to the next point… 5. KiScon Program Booklet:

The program booklet or “con book” not only provides all members with the schedule and a detailed overview of all the activities during KiScon, but will also include a section on dealers and year-round fannish spaces, much like a directory. If you would like us to include links to your zine project, fannish event, fic fest, Trek podcast etc., please get in touch with us. This booklet will be compiled fairly close to the convention to reflect updates and changes in the schedule, but we’d appreciate if you sent in your submissions until October 1st, 2022. Members who have a dealer ticket will get a more detailed listing. Please let us know how you would like to be presented in the booklet (for example: a list of all your available zines, announcements of new issues and calls for zine submissions). 6. Where to find information & announcements: Official website KiScon Discord server Tumblr blog Twitter Conline Facebook Group Dreamwidth 7. Last but not least, a signal boost: T'hy'la Bang (completed) & Sunflower Auction (ongoing) For your K/S delight, please check out the awesome fic and art from the T'hy'la Bang 2022: AO3 collection, masterlist. There's such a cornupia of talent in our fandom! <3 We'd also like to make you aware of Sunflower Auction, a multi-fandom charity project for Ukraine. Creator sign-ups are open until May 10, 2022, 23:59 UTC. Several fans from the Trek and K/S community have already signed up. Yours in K/S,

T’Lara and Judy

Co-chairs KiScon 2022

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