Hi! I was wondering if you could do an imagine between pike/reader as a couple, where they’ve gotten into an argument and are now resolving it? thank you! I am looking for some angst lmao
Ask and ye shall receive my dear reader, and you are quite welcome! 💚🖖🏻💚
I’m Not Invincible (Pike x Reader)
Rating: PG-13 (language, innuendos)
Word Count: 936
Content: SFW, angst, hurt/comfort, injured!Pike (not graphic), GN!Reader, CMO!Reader, established romantic relationship, heart to heart, death mention (canon character death), Discovery Season 2 spoilers, takes place on SNW-era Enterprise.
Teaser: Chris has been allowing himself to get hurt a lot more on away missions lately. It would piss you off if it weren't so terrifying. It's time that the two of you had a serious talk.
“You can’t keep doing this Chris, this is the fourth time this month! I know you have responsibilities, away missions are part of the job. But, you’re being reckless, not with the crew, but with yourself! I don’t know if you have a death wish or think your invincible all the sudden or what but, it’s scaring me. You’re scaring me.”
It was dark in sickbay, you were completely alone. You had hoped you could save this conversation for later in your quarters. But when Chris came through the medical transporter barely conscious with half a spear jutting out of his clavicle you couldn’t bottle it up.
Thank god the surgery bay was relatively sound proof, the last thing you wanted to do was humiliate Chris in front of his crew. Not even when you were absolutely furious with him.
Not that you were furious anymore, it was hard to stay mad at him. It helped that he didn’t shout back, even if it made you feel like an asshole. It did help you recollect yourself quicker, behave more like the Delta Shift CMO you were supposed to be. What had been flames of fear and frustration were little more than hot ashes now.
You sat on the biobed next to him, he wouldn’t even look at you, it was like he was somewhere else, far away.
“I’m sorry. I’m not…” Chris finally spoke thickly.
“You’re not what?” you ventured, very delicately.
“I’m not invincible.” you could feel yourself sigh in relief as he finally looked at you when he said that. Eyes, pleading to be understood, like they couldn’t understand themselves.
“You don’t need to be invincible with me.”
“Oh I know, believe me. I wish I were invincible, that’d take care of some things.” Chris croaked with a bitter chuckle.
“Like what?” you wished you understood, when it struck you what he was about to say, it filled you with what little remained of your anger.
“Don’t you dare say-“
“It’s classified.”
“Chris!” you stopped yourself, deep breaths, slow down, don’t want him clamming up on you like he does. Men like him do love to suffer in silence. You’re sure he thought of it as something noble, what a load of crap.
“Listen, I know Bob- Robert- Cap- Ugh! Admiral April, pushed you into coming back. If you think you’re still not-“
“No!” Chris said, quick to defend.
“It’s not that Y/N, I promise, it’s not that. Honestly, coming back to the Enterprise was probably the best decision I… I think she needs me, and that I need her too. If I had stayed, I would’ve just kept, wallowing? Hiding? I don’t know, nothing good.”
“Hiding from what, the classified thing? Do you think?” you tested the waters again, he glared at you with a mixture of begging and incredulity.
“Sorry sorry! I know, but Chris, whatever this is, you gotta process it, make peace with it. And, not just because the mission at hand is forcing you to. I know I don’t have the security clearance to help you with this. But maybe, someone else could, maybe I could talk to Kat and- oh, oh god.”
Out of nowhere it seemed, you found yourself choking on your own grief, and not his.
“Oh, Y/N…”
Chris let out a mixture of a laugh, sigh, and sob. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. Damnit, it was supposed to be his turn to be comforted not you. It wasn’t fair really, he’d watched her die not you. Probably why you kept slipping up in the first place.
“I’m sorry, I just, I keep forgetting that she’s gone, it’s been, a year, but still. She was like a sister to me Chris, I don’t-“
“Hey, hey hey.” Chris crooned, pulled you in for a real hug, you both clearly needed it. Practically collapsing into each other. The medical officer in you carefully avoiding the tender healed skin where a spear had been not even twelve hours ago.
“I know, I miss her too, we’ve both been through a lot lately. Lost things…”
You touched your forehead to his “We can get through this together.”
“We will.” he said quietly, kissing your lips gently.
The two of you broke away a bit, not entirely untangling from each other.
“Ah, I’ll tell you what.” he started, sounding more like his normal, upbeat self again.
“What?”
“I can’t guarantee you that I’ll have the time or opportunity to, frankly, do what I should. But, I’ll try and arrange to stick to the Captain’s chair a little more. At least for a while, let Una do the galavanting for a bit, doctor’s orders right?”
“Hah, right.”
“And, if you consider me fit for duty, Dr. Y/N, maybe we could-?”
“Chris, I am EXHAUSTED, from saving your ass all day. Don’t even-“
“I was just going to suggest that your quarters are closer to sickbay than mine, and that you could keep a better eye on me from home.”
“Oh, uh huh, I see.” you smirked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I’ll make you breakfast.”
“…Deal.”
God damn, that smile was hard won, from both of you. You nodded, he tagged along. You and Chris headed off to your quarters, arms around each other’s waists, the need to stay connected after such a long and difficult night still lingering.
And maybe, just maybe, if you could ride the high of this small victory, and if you could stay awake. You’d consider him fit for duty tonight after all. ;)
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