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indeedcaptain · 7 months

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Spirktober 2023, day 7: Air

The air prompt truly has very little to do with the plot but there are no rules. I love accidental bonding and a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do

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The sadistic little countdown clock that their captors had hung on the wall was taunting Jim. Yes, five hours was plenty of time for the rest of the away team to come and find him and Spock, and he didn’t think that the Arduans --- slimy, long-tentacled creatures, with no identifiable defensive skills and a tendency towards monologuing --- were much of a match for La’an’s away team. But it didn’t help that he didn’t know what the countdown meant.

Jim and Spock sat side-by-side, backs against the white plastic walls of their cell. Spock sat cross-legged, hands resting on his knees; Jim had his legs stretched out before him, ankles crossed. It was just an eight-by-eight cube; there were no visible seams or vents, and no other distinguishing characteristics besides the countdown clock, which had ticked steadily down for the past hour. There was no sign of La’an, and the frown on Spock’s face as he stared at his tricorder screen grew deeper and deeper.

“Hey,” he said eventually. Spock shook his head.

“What?”

Spock lifted his hand and held it over the side of Jim’s face. There was a question in his eyes, but Jim didn’t know what it was.

“What?” he asked again. He could tell that Spock --- whose expression had remained utterly unbothered through their whole mission until recently, even when they had beamed onto the ‘abandoned’ ship straight into the middle of a trap --- was preventing himself from rolling his eyes at Jim. Jim thought that was a little unfair. They had made an excellent team, up until they’d been surrounded by Arduans who had been displeased to find them instead of Captain Pike.

“We will run out of air in four hours. Speaking aloud will use the air we do have more quickly. Therefore, I propose we strategize via meld.” He made an elegant little movement with his hand in the space next to Jim’s face.

Ah. So that’s what the countdown was for. Jim considered what he knew about mind melds: aside from what the Vulcan High Council had provided to Starfleet when Spock joined, it was very little. He had to admit to himself, though, that he was curious about them. The Vulcans were so secretive, and he wasn’t immune to the rumors that had floated through the Academy: the concept of touch telepathy had been romanticized, sexualized, demonized, and every other -ized that he could think of.

He nodded. What felt like static electricity sparked between Spock’s fingers and Jim’s face even before Spock settled his fingers along his psi-points. Spock whispered, “My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts.”

It felt like being struck by lightning. The room around them vanished as Jim’s mind spiraled inward, or upward. He felt Spock around him, felt surrounded by the same easy comfort he had recognized since the first time they met. His whole self was on fire, but he didn’t burn: he felt warm, genuinely warm and safe for the first time since… well, since Tarsus.

I did not know you were on Tarsus, Spock said, and though Jim heard Spock’s usual flat tone in his head he also felt something beneath the words -- rage, grief, and an unexpected urge to protect that flared and was stifled immediately.

Yeah, well, it’s not exactly a fun story to tell at parties. At parties, the blurry darkness around them settled, and the feeling of spiraling melted away. They stood in Captain Pike’s quarters. A pot of tomato sauce bubbled on the stove, and something aromatic was roasting in the oven. Glasses of wine and cocktails were scattered across counters and on Pike’s coffee table, but he and Spock were the only people in the room.

Fascinating, Spock said, and none of the possessive protectiveness that had underpinned his mental-voice remained. Jim wondered if he had imagined it, in this strange in-between place. Our meldspace has taken the form of the dinner party we attended three weeks ago.

It had been a nice party. Jim had been shadowing Una again, and when Pike heard that he would be staying for a few extra days he had put together what he called ‘nothing special’ but had become one of Jim’s favorite memories.

Jim loved serving on the Farragut, he did, but there was something in the air on the Enterprise that filled his heart in a way that was missing on his current ship. He had friends, and respected his captain, but he had laughed more with Pike’s bridge crew the night of the party than he had in the entire previous month on his own ship. He had told and been told dirty jokes while sitting between Ortegas and Chapel, had toasted to becoming a first officer with Una, and had dried dishes for Pike while the older man told stories of their recent travels. But what he remembered most was sitting on Pike’s couch for hours next to Spock, just talking. When Chris had eventually kicked them out, they had ended up in the observatory for ‘just one more drink,’ and Jim had nursed the same subpar replicated glass of wine for an inappropriate length of time, just so the night wouldn’t end. But the night had ended, and upon his return to the Farragut he had blocked Spock’s face in the starlight from his head until he had almost convinced himself that the attraction he had felt wasn’t real.

He shook his head, trying to clear it. When Spock looked sidelong at him, there was a subtle hint of amusement in his eyes. I enjoyed that evening as well.

Jim’s stomach dropped. How much of his emotions was Spock getting? Spock said, the amusement even more evident in his voice, There is no hiding in the meld.

Moving on. Why fascinating? Jim said, pulling his thoughts from how much he enjoyed Spock’s company and back to Spock’s original comment. Though it may be a futile effort, he would try to keep any secret feelings secret as long as he could.

I have melded with humans before, Spock said, looking around Pike’s room. Psi-null individuals do not have the mental fortitude necessary to shape the meldspace. I had intended to create a neutral location to prevent any unintentional harm from psychic energy. But I was not responsible for this.

Maybe we’re just on the same page.

Perhaps, Spock mused. But regardless -

Bigger fish to fry, Jim said.

Not the phrase I would use, but accurate.

Where is La’an? The away team?

I do not know. I had estimated the probability of them finding us before the time was up to be near 75%. But we have 3.75 hours of breathable air remaining, and I believe the most logical course of action would be a proactive one.

Agreed. Any thoughts on how we might make our escape?

Jim received a flash of an idea - his prone body with eyes closed, Spock screaming at the walls, the Arduans entering to see what the problem was, and then a spectacular display of violence from them both - and immediately started nodding.

I believe we are more valuable to them alive than dead. Forcing them to re-enter the room before we run out of air may be the best way to get out. We can then rendezvous with Lieutenant Noonien-Singh.

I like it. Ready?

Ready. Jim felt Spock break the connection, felt Spock’s hand fall away from his face, but there was still a warm little wiggle in the back of his mind that reminded him that he wasn’t alone. When his eyes had readjusted to the ugly fluorescents of the cell and his brain was firmly back in his own body, he tipped himself over and started to twitch. Spock’s amusement was tangible, but none was apparent in his voice when he roared for the Arduans to help him. The invisible door slid open and he and Spock surged through it, and Jim found himself in awe at how attuned they were even as they fought the Arduans and took off down the hall. ‘On the same page’ might have been an understatement.

They found La’an and the away team within thirty minutes, and stole a shuttle and escaped from the Arduans’ compound within the hour. All in all, Jim thought it was neither the most exciting nor the most dangerous mission he had participated in with Pike’s crew, but he couldn’t keep himself from thinking that having the opportunity to meld with Spock had made the excursion worth it. Even after Spock had broken their connection, he felt a warmth in the back of his mind, a feeling of bone-deep satisfaction, like he had just put the last piece of a puzzle into place.

On the shuttle, he took a seat near the back while Ortegas and La’an took them skyward. After checking in with Pike, Spock took the seat next to Jim. Jim couldn’t help but notice that Spock looked more tense now, as they soared towards the Enterprise in orbit, than he had been in their plastic, airtight cell.

He leaned over, bumping his shoulder against Spock’s. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” Spock said, but he frowned. “Are you experiencing any mental distress from our meld?

“Not at all,” Jim said immediately. “I feel great, actually. Is melding always like that?”

“It is not,” Spock said. “I am gratified that you are not experiencing negative effects, but I must request that you visit Dr. M’Benga after we return to the ship to be sure.”

“Are you experiencing any… effects? You seem tense.” Jim didn’t know how he’d ever thought the Vulcan was unreadable. Even as Spock gazed neutrally at the wall opposite them, Jim could read the emotions under the surface like words in a book. He felt responsible for Jim’s well-being, and was concerned that the meld hadn’t gone as he expected. Jim could tell he felt protective of Jim, and he tried not to let that knowledge fuel the crush he’d been nursing since the day they’d met.

“I am experiencing… residual emotion. From our meld.”

“Is that unusual?”

“Highly.” Spock was uncomfortable, so he let it drop. Jim just hoped that his less than professional feelings in the meld weren’t the cause of his discomfort.

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Christine waved a tricorder around Jim’s head, but he wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. Spock had vanished into Dr. M’Benga’s office with him, and Jim found that he did not like that he couldn’t see where Spock was. Was something wrong? What if melding with Jim had caused damage to Spock’s brain?

“Kirk.” Christine’s voice was impatient. Jim realized that she had said his name multiple times.

“Sorry, Christine,” he said, smiling apologetically. “I’m a little distracted.”

“What’s on your mind?”

He opened his mouth to respond honestly, remembered the proclivity the Enterprise crew had for gossiping, and shut it again. But Christine looked over her shoulder at M’Benga’s closed door. “Hmm,” she said, noncommittally. “I get it.”

“Get what?”

She grinned at him and said, “There’s something about him, isn’t there?”

Jim dropped his face into his hand. “Please don’t say anything.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” she said, winking. “I think everyone on this ship has been in that position at one time or another, myself included. What happened?”

“We melded,” Jim admitted. “To communicate silently. And it was… it was really nice.”

“Ooh,” she teased. “That’s big. He doesn’t meld with just anyone, you know.” He put his other hand up to his face, hiding the smile that threatened to overtake him.

His stomach dropped with disbelief, and shock, and worry. He gasped.

“Jim?” Christine lifted the tricorder again, reading the results above the biobed. “Hey, bud, take a few breaths with me. Everything is okay. You’re safe. What are you feeling?”

“I don’t know,” he said, and put his head between his knees. “What’s happening? I felt fine, and now…”

“Do you have a history of panic attacks?” Christine scanned through his medical file. “Wait…”

“Not since I was a kid, and they never felt like this.” He scrubbed at his arms. He felt like his skin was burning. “Something is wrong. Somewhere. Can you go get Spock?”

Christine paused. “What did you say?”

“Can you please go get Spock? Something is wrong. This doesn’t feel right.”

“You melded with him,” she said slowly. She looked up at the scan results and then back to his file, eyes narrowed. “Your chart says you’re supposed to be psi-null.”

“Yes, I did, and yes, I am, and he asked if something was wrong afterwards! I think something is wrong!” Jim’s skin hurt. He was overwhelmed by guilt, and remorse, and, oddly, a sense of excitement that caused more guilt. Christine turned abruptly over her shoulder, and yelled, “Joseph!”

But when M’Benga’s office door slammed open, it wasn’t the good doctor standing in the doorway. It was Spock. There was a green flush on his cheeks and his pupils were blown huge, almost entirely obscuring the brown of his irises. M’Benga followed him out immediately, and Chapel said, “Kirk’s showing psychonexaline ---”

“I know,” M’Benga said. “Spock is---”

Spock’s eyes met his and in a flash of lightning the Medbay was gone.

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They were in Pike’s quarters, sitting on his couch again. What’s happening? Jim asked, and Spock’s eyes were full of regret.

The probability of this occurrence was so low that I did not consider it necessary to warn you, Spock said, and his mental-voice was ragged.

The probability of what? What’s wrong? How did we get back here?

This place exists for us now, Spock said.

That’s not so bad. Why do you feel like you’ve ruined everything?

You feel my emotions?

Jim thought about it, and he realized that the emotions clouding his brain didn’t feel like his. They were tinged with different colors, a stoicism and repression that he had never experienced. I think I’ve been feeling you since the meld. Did M’Benga say something to you that made you worry? I felt it. Christine thought I was having a panic attack.

Spock closed his eyes. Lieutenant --- James --- I am so sorry.

Spock, tell me what’s happened.

Spock took a deep breath. Sometimes… when two minds are particularly attuned, when mental compatibility is immediate and certain… a bond forms spontaneously during the first meld.

A bond? What type of bond?

I did not know this would happen. I am so sorry. I will ask Captain Pike to allow us to depart immediately. I believe there are Vulcan healers stationed on Starbase 14; the VSA has an experiment running in a nearby nebula; you will never have to think of this again---

Spock, wait. Why do we need a healer?

A healer is necessary to break it. When Spock said the word ‘break,’ Jim felt his despair, felt the shame at the emotion and the effort to hide it.

Stop! Stop. Back up. Explain the bond first. Jim felt his face flushing. He wasn’t able to reconcile the rightness of being in the meld and Spock’s panic. He was four steps behind in this conversation, and Spock’s fear and grief were leaching the color out of their meldspace.

It is… it is more than an engagement and less than a marriage. It is similar to what existed between myself and T’Pring before we ended our betrothal.

Oh. He and Spock were compatible enough to spontaneously get psychically engaged and Spock didn’t want it. His crush flowered and wilted simultaneously. I see. And you don’t want to be engaged to me.

It is not a matter of want, James. I will not subject you to a permanent relationship which you neither consented to nor desired. You are human. Vulcans do not court each other in the way that humans do.

What the hell do you mean, it’s not a matter of want? Of course it is!

James, please. A spontaneous bond, especially with a psi-null individual is so rare as to be nearly unheard of. You do not understand what this would mean for you.

So help me understand.

Spock hesitated. He stood, paced in front of the coffee table. Jim spread his arms along the back of the couch and said, Bring it on.

If we do not break the bond soon, you will be bonded to me forever. You will be mine, as I will be yours. We would have to serve together, fight and live and die together. You would… Spock’s embarrassment colored his face green, and Jim felt it turn his own stomach. You would have to assist me through a biological period of necessity in the future, one which Vulcans never speak of to outworlders. I may hurt you without meaning to. To change your mind after consummation would mean undergoing the most extreme type of mental trauma known to Vulcans. We may both die of it. I offer that we break the bond so you are free to choose a partner of your own volition, rather than be forced into partnership with me simply because we are compatible. Spock stood in front of Jim, clasped his hands behind his back, and waited for his response. His face was impassive.

Why are you so sure that I don’t want this? Jim closed his eyes and felt for the warm space in the back of his mind. He concentrated hard and probed into it, like pressing on a bruise. Beneath the cool surface of control that Spock presented to the world, a hurricane raged. Jim was swept away in the intensity of what Spock felt: his fear for Jim’s safety and wellbeing, his desire to protect Jim from all danger, and (Jim was gratified to learn) the physical and mental attraction he felt. He felt the awe Spock felt at discovering the depth of their compatibility, the rarity of their bond even on Vulcan.

Deeper than that, he felt Spock’s fears: that Jim would say no and he would be alone, that Jim would say yes and change his mind later, and that he would never be good enough as either a Vulcan or a human to deserve a partnership like the one he had accidentally found.

When Jim opened his eyes again, he found Spock watching him. Did you find what you were looking for? Spock asked.

Yes, said Jim. He looked at Spock and pushed his emotions at him, everything he had been feeling for the past year: his immediate attraction to Spock, his admiration for his mind and abilities, the crush he’d been nurturing since the day Uhura introduced them, and the feeling he’d had as they had stayed up late talking in the observatory after the dinner party. He pushed that memory at Spock: Spock in the starlight, and the little voice in his brain that whispered, “I want to do this forever.”

You would never be able to leave me, Spock said softly.

You would be trapped with my illogical brain forever, Jim countered.

You would never be able to lie to me.

You’ll have to deal with my Tarsus baggage.

Spock paused, weighing his response. Jim’s heart already hurt. If Spock didn’t want the bond, didn’t want to be linked to a human with trauma forever, then he would just have to be okay with it. He would make himself be okay with it.

It would be my honor, Spock said. That was it. Jim launched himself off the couch at Spock and kissed him. It felt like he was being held, and submerged in a bathtub, and burned alive in the most pleasant way possible. But it didn’t feel like a kiss.

We are still in the meld, Spock said, in response to Jim’s confusion. Physical sensation is not the same.

Right. Can we leave? I’d like to do that in the flesh.

James. Are you sure you want the bond? I am not convinced you understand the depth of the partnership that you are so cavalierly accepting. Vulcans are possessive and protective when it comes to their bondmates. It is not a human relationship.

Spock. I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you. You’re saying that our minds are so compatible that we accidentally got engaged on the first date, and I didn’t even have to go through the bullshit of human courtship rituals to find out? Count me in.

When he opened his eyes, he was flat on his back on the biobed and Christine was waving a tricorder over his head. She and M’Benga were reading his scans with an intense and (in his humble opinion) slightly inappropriate level of medical curiosity.

“Welcome back,” M’Benga said.

“Where’s Spock?” Jim sat up. Christine smirked. As Jim sat up, Spock’s eyes flashed open and he crossed the bay in three enormous steps. Without a word to his crewmates he lifted Jim off the biobed and started carrying him to the exit. Jim wriggled. “Hey! Excuse me!”

Spock slung him over his shoulder instead --- that seemed slightly more dignified than being bridal-carried --- and did not break stride. Jim waved goodbye to Christine and M’Benga from upside down.

“You good, Jimbo?” Christine called as the turbodoor slid open.

“I think I might have signed up for this, actually,” he called back, and he could hear her laughter as the door slid shut behind them.

#for someone who reads the nastiest smut i can find my own fic has turned out to be surprisingly prudish?????#spirktober 2023 #spirktober2023 #spirktober #k/s fan fic #kirk/spock fan fic #k/s #spirk #my writing #kirk/spock #accidental bonding #yes yes i know it is no longer the 7th but i was busy yesterday

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a-demonic-duck-of-some-sort · 9 months

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I’m not a big fan of musicals so I was always gonna be biased against the Star Trek: Strange New Worlds musical episode, even if it was well done. But I don’t think it was well done.

The main problem with the episode was that most of the songs were performed in a really uninteresting way. It was just a character singing alone in a room, usually just wandering from point to point, not really adding anything interesting in terms of visuals, while they sung lyrics that overexplained their character motivations to the audience.

The best scene in the episode, in my opinion, was the conversation between Kirk and La’an where she tells him about her encounter with the alternate version of him from episode 3. That scene was great because they didn’t burst into a song that spelled out their wants and feelings explicitly. They *acted*.

Contrast that with either of the two songs La’an is featured in prominently. I know Christina Chong, the actor who plays her, has a musical career outside of Star Trek, and I don’t deny that she’s a good singer. And she’s a great actress, too. That scene at the end of episode 3 was a great example of how good she is at portraying complicated emotions in very few words. But instead of getting to do that, she sings a very wordy song about how she feels, where she has nothing to do but wander stiffly around her quarters not making any facial expressions because she’s too busy singing.

That was a problem with most of the musical numbers. For some reason, most of them were solos or duets, and there was very rarely any interesting choreography to go with them. Spock just wanders around engineering singing his weird wannabe-edgy imagine dragons-esque thing, and then when he’s done Uhura gets to sing lyrics that explain the backstory we already know in a much less engaging way while also wandering engineering.

The best songs in the episode were the group numbers, which often had fun choreography and a sense of humor to go with them. Pike sing-arguing with his girlfriend was pretty funny, Chapel’s big song in the bar had lots of great choreography, and the Klingon boy band was a phenomenal inclusion. Even though I’m not a musical fan, I can see that these numbers had heart and thought and effort put into them. But at the same time, they had issues too. Fitting Star Trek technobabble about inertial dampeners into song just wasn’t very musical, and the shot of La’an, Spock, and Pelia singing expressionlessly at the camera in the finale was unintentionally hilarious for how bad it was.

I know the cast was super excited about this and I’m sure this episode has its fans, but I just don’t get it. If they wanted to do a musical, why so many boring monologue songs? If you’ve only got an hour, so you have a limit on how many songs you can include, maybe cut the boring ones first?

#star trek snw #snw spoilers #strange new worlds #this is just my opinion #maybe if I were more into musicals I’d get it #and maybe it’s just me who things the ‘stand there emotionlessly while explaining your character motivations in song’ are incredibly boring #idk I know I’m not the target audience for this one but I still needed to complain about it

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captainpikeswoman · 2 years

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Okay so I had this wild idea... we've seen what a dinner at Chris's quarters looks like... how about a movie night with the crew?

Cuteeeeee!

Movie night with the crew includes:

•well first and foremost, the movie night can’t begin until after dinner has been served and cleaned up from- Chris isn’t not going to feed his family. This Daddy makes sure his family eat well!

•but once that’s done the inevitable bickering over what to watch begins. Erica and La’an want to watch a Horror movie, Christine and Una want an action film, Dr M’Benga and Chris want a rom-com, and Spock is adamant that that what way to make use of this time is to watch a documentary…everyone groaned at Spock’s suggestion- it was the first one knocked out of the running.

•eventually a sort of truce- a sci-fi/apocalyptic show was chosen, an old Earth production called The Day of the Triffids.

•as soon as he read the synopsis Spock had deemed it ‘fascinating’, and everyone else had jumped on board!

•while Chris saw to making some popcorn, and Una dealt with pouring everyone a drink of whatever they’d asked for, the ‘kids’ all fought and bickered, even going so far as to physically move other people as they argued about seating.

•La’an and Spock were the first settled. They sat stiffly beside each other in the corner of the sofa…glaring at anyone who dared to come too close.

•Erica and Christine ended up squeezed together on a bean bag, crammed close and potentially closer to the screen than they should’ve been!

•as he settled in the arm chair Dr M’Benga joked that they’d both get ‘square eyes’ from sitting so close to the screen- something that humans apparently used to say. It tickled him a little.

•only once snacks were distributed, drinks were handed round, and Una was sat on an inflatable vintage armchair did Chris turn down the lights and set the screen playing- the surround sound was incredible!

•once the show was on no one talked- there were a few jumpy moments where Chris chuckled as his crew turned to each other for comfort.

•Erica and Christine ended up holding hands, Dr M’Benga was hiding behind his fingers and Una…well she wasn’t scared, she was scarily calm as she ate her popcorn, not in the least bit scared.

•as for Spock and La’an…Chris looked over at them and quickly looked away again. La’an was practically sat in Spock’s lap…Chris understood how why they were essentially sat in ‘the back row’. They were making out as Vulcan’s would- stroking their fingers together, their eyes weren’t even on the screen, they were locked onto each other’s.

•Chris sighed. Movie nights with the family were always an important part of his schedule, and even if two of them were necking in the back row, Chris was just glad to see them happy.

#star trek #star trek x reader #star trek imagine #star trek headcanons #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw #snw captain pike #una #la’an imagine #spock imagine #spock x la'an #Spock #erica ortegas #christine chapel #dr m’benga

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tinderbox210 · 1 month

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Homesick

Angstpril 2024 - Day 1: Homesick

Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Pairing: La'an Noonien-Singh & Oriana, mentions of La'an Noonien-Singh/Spock Rating: T Chapters: One Shot, Drabble Setting: s02e01 "The Broken Circle"

Summary: La’an missed the Enterprise more than she would have imagined. She didn’t regret her decision of having requested a formal leave of absence in order to try to help Oriana locate her family though…

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#angstpril2024 #star trek: strange new worlds #fanfiction #day1 #homesick #la'an noonien singh #oriana #spocklaan #spock x la'an #la'an x spock #my fanficion #first time participating so i hope i'm doing it right #not as angsty as i hoped it would turn out but oh well...

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romulanslutempire · 10 months

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Christina Chong saying the sweetest things about Adelaide Kane, and how much she enjoyed working with her. 🥹

Okay, but imagine... Sera’an enemies to rivals era to reluctant allies in teeth-clenched teamwork to Sera being the “token evil” teammate trope to realizing what she did was wrong to looking for a way for La’an to forgive her (even though she knows she never will).

#*#adelaide kane #christina chong #star trek #sera #star trek: strange new worlds

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zjofierose · 10 months

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Things I Need: Star Trek Strange New Worlds edition

1: T’Pring/Ortegas/La’an/Chapel besties. can you imagine them dressed to the nines and cruising on Risa? jfc, the planet wouldn’t know what hit it.

2: Captain Pike stealthily beaming T’Pring’s Dad over for quarterly “meetings” which involve a long weekend of eating, drinking, and playing board games and music.

3: T’Pril and Lwaxana Troi terrorizing absolutely everyone in sight

4: Spock/Chapel/T’Pring OT3 triad. it’s only logical.

#star trek #star trek strange new worlds #strange new worlds spoilers #star trek strange new worlds spoilers #st: snw #spoilers #st: snw ep charades

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female-fogbank · 9 months

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Thank you @onmykneesforhotdilfs for the prompt 'Spocklaan in the mess hall', I was inspired by our convos of Spock's telepathy and a Hell on Wheels scene for this one I hope you enjoy the story!! It can also be read on AO3 here

La’an strolled into the mess hall late one night. She woke up starving and craving some strawberries, she didn’t bother changing into her uniform as she pulled on a t-shirt, an oversized cardigan and yoga pants and slides. Given the hour she didn’t expect to run into anyone and if she did, she didn’t want to give the impression that she was open to discuss work.

“Computer, 6 fresh strawberries and one cup of Chamomile tea, hot, please,” She ordered, the matter synthesiser dinged when the order was complete. She opened the door and pulled out the tray. She turned around and saw a couple people sitting in the mess. But she was surprised to see Spock was up at this hour and outside of their quarters. But there he sat at a table in the far corner with a cup of tea while he worked on a PADD.

She walked over to his table and waited just a moment before he looked up at her. She smiled as his eyes raked over her body.

“Spock,” La'an said, her tone cool and casual but there was no denying the heat passed between them. They'd been in an exclusive relationship for months and formalised it with the Federation. Thankfully, they were able to stay on the same ship but still maintained separate quarters. At least for the moment.

“La’an, what are you doing up?” Spock asked her as she sat down at the small table opposite him.

“Couldn’t sleep, I thought you’d be in your quarters meditating or aggressively playing your lute,” La'an teased, she grabbed a knife from the cutlery cup on the table.

“I am behind on yearly performance reviews," Spock told her.

“Really? You’re behind?” La'an asked, genuinely surprised.

“Hard to imagine but I am struggling to find positive adjectives to describe my subordinates. I was told my last reviews were too harsh and overly critical.” Spock told her, La'an smothered a smile as she could only imagine how scathing he was.

“You have high standards, would you like a strawberry?” She asked as she cut the stalk off of the strawberry in her hands.

“No, I have had sufficient food for the day. Why are you awake?” he asked.

“Couldn’t settle down for the evening, I was missing my usual bed partner. Seems I’ve become accustomed to not sleeping alone.” La’an said, she slipped off her slide and slid her foot between his legs and pressed it against his crotch. Spock took a deep breath as he kept working on his PADD.

“Hmm, I really need to finish these reports. If you give me an hour, I can indulge you,” he told her.

“I know, keep working, I’ll just sit here.” She said cheekily, she looked like she was just sitting normal and casually eating her strawberries. While her foot massaged his cock through his pants, it didn’t take much for her to arouse him. She felt him grow stiff under her sole. She felt his hand rest on her ankle. She felt it move up her calf and smoothed back down.

“You do realise two can play this game,” he warned her as he continued to work.

“I’m not sure how you’ll reach me from all the way over there,” She remarked in a smug manner, she watched as he raised an eyebrow up at her challenge.

“No?” he asked, La’an sucked in a surprised breath as visions of Spock touching her intimately flashed through her mind. He telepathically pulled memories of their pastimes of making love. Her nipples pebbled as her clit pulsed at the phantom feel of his hands. Her core ached, she felt her knickers grow damp. She smothered a moan and exhaled as she adjusted herself in her chair.

“You know it’s not fair when you do that,” La'an said, she hadn't expected him to play dirty as he had her at a disadvantage.

“I would say the same of you sitting across me without a bra on and looking restless,” Spock said, he looked up and gave her a heated look that turned her on even more. “But if we are being honest, I know I could make you cum just by talking but this is more enjoyable.” he told her, he telepathically showed her exactly what he’d do to her if regulations and basic manners didn't hold him back.

“Fuck,” La’an said, in her mind it played like an actual memory, he walked around the table and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her frantically and pushed her back onto the table. Their drinks, his PADD and bowl of strawberries fell to the floor. He pulled her knickers and pants down to her ankles. He pushed between her legs and undid his pants. He pulled out his hard cock, and guided it into her pussy, slow and measured as if suddenly he had all the time in the world. He sank into her wet and welcoming body. It was real to her like it was happening right then and there.

“Captain Pike is coming our way, try to maintain your composure,” Spock told her in a low voice. La’an squirmed in her chair as she vaguely remembered she was still sitting in the mess hall with her foot in Spock’s lap. But she couldn’t pull it back as Pike would see the movement. Their relationship might be public, but they were still expected to behave appropriately.

“La’an, Spock, what are you two doing up so late?” Pike asked, La’an knew he liked to wander the ship at random hours to allow all the shifts to feel his presence. Right now, she wished for his presence far from her and Spock. She abandoned the strawberry she was eating and pressed a hand to her mouth.

“I am working on my personnel's yearly performance reviews,” Spock informed him. He looked so calm and collected while his long fingers gently stroked her ankle. In her head he was fucking her on the table. Her body was feeling the sensations of Spock fucking her.

“Cutting a bit fine, aren’t you?” Pike asked him.

“Yes, time slipped away from me,” Spock admitted.

“It definitely does that, but these reviews are important. They are how people get promotions and funding. Just try not to do what La’an does,” Pike half joked.

“What? Everyone in my department is exceptional and above average in how they perform their duties,” La’an said defensively. She accidently let out a gasp as her pussy clenched and a small orgasm rolled through her. It didn’t seem to end as it held her in its clutches as it rolled on heading towards a larger climax. La’an flattened her palm on the table and let out a slow pained breath as she fought her urge to touch herself and give into the waves of pleasure.

“Are you ok?” Pike asked in deep concern, La’an blushed deeply at the question.

“Yeah, I am suffering from period pain.” She lied as she couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. Pike's eyes went wide in surprise at her sharing something so personal.

“Maybe you should go see M’Benga for some pain relief,” Pike suggested as he believed her.

“It will pass,” La’an pressed her lips together, she did her best to ignore how her body was reacting against her will. “Ahh, it always does,” she managed to say as she looked away and silently cursed. She really needed to learn how to put up mental roadblocks to Spock's telepathy.

“Ok, well, I’ll leave you two to it. I like to do a walk around this time and check in with some of the crew,” Pike told them, he touched La’an’s shoulder nearly making her jump out of her skin. “But La'an, if your pain is that bad or gets worse make sure Spock takes you to medbay,” he told her.

La’an bit her bottom lip and nodded, she couldn’t look at him. She made a high-pitched noise that sounded vaguely like an agreement. Her body was wound tight as the need to come was too great.

“I will take care of her, Captain,” Spock assured him, La’an felt Pike’s hand leave her shoulder, “He has left, you may come now,” Spock informed her.

“Oh God,” She groaned softly as she gave in and came, her whole body shuddered as pleasure rippled through her. She rested her head in her hands breathless for a long moment. “I can’t believe you nearly had me coming in front of the Captain,” She told him in a low exasperated voice.

“You could’ve pulled your foot away at any time,” Spock said rather smugly, he wore a closed lip smile.

"You'll pay for that," La'an promised him.

"Something I look forward to," Spock told her.

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Strangers on a Starship (part 2)

Warning: Trigger Warnings (same warnings from part 1)

This is the second chapter in my longer Spock x La’an story.

La’an quickly got changed into a new uniform after she’d read the message. She’d tried to trace it but the messenger had been prepared and had taken steps to hide the location of where the message had come from. Truthfully, La’an didn’t want to think about it anymore given its implications. Perhaps it meant the assailant would come after her next, or intended to attack others of the crew, or perhaps it was simply psychological warfare designed to throw her off balance.

La’an brushed all those thoughts from her head as she met up with Spock at the crew lounge. Security had blocked off the room and the corridors for her and Spock to investigate and the crew present at the time of the attack were all secured and being questioned by security.

“Lieutenant.” Spock asked in a low voice. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine Spock.” La’an lied putting up her professional mask as they both walked together into the crew lounge and beyond it into the maintenance tunnels where Jenna had been attacked. Power had been restored to the deck so most of the lights in the tunnel were on though some still flickered.

The pair stopped right in front of the formally busted relay, now recently repaired. “This was the relay LT Mitchell was assigned to repair by Hemmer.”

La’an nodded silently as she observed the relay. Her eyes stopped at a dried blood stain just at eye level. “And the location where Jenna was first attacked.”

“Indeed.” Spock replied. “Though she was found deeper down the hallway by LT Kirk. Why do you suppose that would be if she was attacked here.”

“Maybe she tried to escape, and her attacker caught up to her deeper down the hallway.” La’an theorized.

“Would she not have run in the direction of the crew lounge then?” Spock countered causing La’an to stop and think.

She hated to admit that Spock was right. Jenna had run deeper into the corridors and away from help. The smart choice should’ve to run in the nearest direction of help. La’an could see Jenna having panicked and just run off without thinking but it still didn’t make sense.

La’an walked down the hallway to the location Sam Kirk had pointed to her as the location to where he’d found Jenna. When they arrived, they found the location hadn’t been disturbed since Pike, Sam and Chapel had rescued Jenna and rushed her to sickbay. La’an felt a knot in her throat as feelings of both revulsion and rage filled her heart.

The floor was covered in a mess of what was left of Jenna’s uniform. La’an observed the damage finding mostly ripped off pieces of Jenna’s red uniform top and black undershirt. She’d also took notice large pieces that La’an theorized were the remains of Jenna’s pants. But one item brought sadness to La’an’s heart. Under the tattered shift remains was Jenna’s Starfleet badge. The badge had bene dented in the struggled and looked like a shadow of its former self. The badge had meant many things to so many people. For many it was a promise of protection. A promise, La’an bitterly admitted had failed to protect her friend.

Looking up from the mess on the floor, La’an could see Spock scanning the wall and floor where a significant trail of dried blood was affixed. “This was the location where Jenna was… raped.” Spock croaked out clearly finding it hard to say the words out loud.

“This attack was vicious.” La’an mumbled. “Why would someone commit such a horrid act?”

“Indeed.” Spock replied. “It is hard to imagine a member of the crew committing an act like this. The entirety of our crew is the best of Starfleet. For one of them to commit such an act, it is… illogical.”

La’an wanted to yell at him. An assault like this was more than illogical, it was damn evil. But she kept her temper in check. She’d noticed Spock’s own reactions to the news of Jenna’s rape. While his reactions had been muted, she knew he cared and that he also shared the revulsion she felt. He just didn’t always show it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Spock calling her over to him. Spock bent down and reached under one of the relays to find the remains of a tricorder, most likely Jenna’s. Spock stood up while silently observing the screen. He wordlessly gave the device to her.

La’an silently observed the device. The screen was cracked and obviously broken but the device’s screen still displayed the last task it’d been running.

“SCANNED OBJECT: DAMAGED RELAY”

"ANALYSIS: DAMAGE NOT CONSISTENT WITH OVERBLOWN FUSES. 95% LIKELYHOOD DAMAGE CAUSED BY DIRECT PHASER FIRE.”

La’an breath hitched in concern. “Spock, I think Jenna’s assault was premeditated.”

“I concur.” Spock agreed giving her nod. “Our assailant likely damaged the relays in order to lure out their victim.”

“But was Jenna the actual target or just a convenient victim?” La’an asked.

“It is difficult to say with certainty.” Spock answered. “Outside of Hemmer, few officer would have foreknowledge that a specific officer was assigned to the repair detail. The attacker could’ve just been looking for a victim but not a specific crewmember in particular.”

“Unless they were waiting for Jenna to be alone.” La’an countered. “We’ve been having power issues across the ship. Given that this relay was sabotaged, could others have been as well?”

Spock was following her logic. “The attacker would not have known who would have been assigned until they arrived. Perhaps they sabotaged relays in the hopes of luring LT Mitchell into a place where she would be alone and vulnerable.”

Spock continued. “But this is still speculation at this point. We still do not have any great deal of information on this case, let alone a suspect or motive.”

“Then we should speak to Jenna.” La’an announced.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

When the pair had arrived in sick bay, they’d discovered that Jenna had regained consciousness and was currently awake. Though Nurse Chapel and Dr M’Benga were reluctant to allow the two to speak to her.

Chapel had bene the most insistent. “She’s still processing what happened to her and I really don’t think its fully sunk in yet.”

“We understand your concerns Nurse Chapel but LT Mitchell could possibly possess critical information to help our investigation and catch her assailant.” Spock replied diplomatically.

“She doesn’t remember much of anything.” M’Benga jumped in. “She took two successive strikes to her head. Her memory is foggy at best. And to be honest, I don’t think she wants to remember it anyways.”

“Look, I know Jenna.” La’an added. “She’s tough and I know she can help up.”

Chapel shot back. “She woke up screaming less than an hour ago. We had to administer a lot of anesthetics just to calm her down enough for treatment.”

“Nurse Cha… Christine.” La’an softened. “I want to help her. I don’t want to cause her more pain, but we all need to know who her attacker was.”

Nurse Chapel sighed, having lost her resolve. “Alright, but please be gentle with her.”

Spock put his hand on La’an shoulder. “Perhaps it would be best of you were to question her alone.”

Dr M’Benga nodded. “I concur. Mr Spock, perhaps I can show you the DNA evidence we uncovered during our examination and treatment.”

The two men walked away as Nurse Chapel and La’an walked over to the private medical booth, the booth that had previously held the Doctor’s daughter. Chapel went in first gently speaking to Jenna before gesturing La’an to enter.

La’an had tried to mentally prepare herself for seeing her friend, but it still hit her hard. Jenna was laying slightly elevated on the bio bed, her tattered uniforms having been exchanged for soft grey shirt and sweatpants, the common patient attire aboard ship. On what little skin Jenna had exposed, La’an could see several medical bandages, deep cuts and bruises. Furthermore, Jenna’s right arm was in a sling, the clear indication a bone in her arm had been badly broken.

La’an quickly noticed Jena shy away as she pulled the blanket closer as if trying to hide under it. “Please don’t…” Jenna whispered.

La’an shook off her stunned look. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered. “How are you doing?”

Jenna just shook her head and didn’t say a word. Chapel then spoke. “Jenna, La’an wants to ask you some questions. Now you don’t have to answer them if you don’t want to and if at any point you want this to stop, let me know.”

Jenna still pulled the blanket closer to her chest but her grip on it relaxed. She quickly nodded to La’an.

La’an took the nod as her cue to begin. ��Jenna what can you tell me about what happened?”

“I was in the maintenance hallways repairing a broken relay. I remember fixing the relay and I was about to turn the power back on when my tricorder beeped at me. I went to took look at but right then…” Jenna stated her story but paused as her breath tightened. “Someone attacked me from behind. I tried to fight back but… I couldn’t.” Jenna’s last sentence barely came out as her voice cracked.

La’an carefully thought through her words before she said them aloud. “What do you remember, about your attacker?”

Jenna shook her head quickly. “I don’t remember! I never saw them. They came out of nowhere and it was so dark! And when I hit them with the tool I grabbed, it was if it just made them angrier…”

La’an had heard the words sent her mind forward. “You managed to hit them!?” She said louder than she’d anticipated.”

“What tool did you hit them with? How’d you manage to get the drop on them?” La’an began bombarding her with questions.

It only took La’an a moment to realize she’d gone too far. Jenna quickly began hyperventilating and mumbling out a bunch of mixed words and chopped sentences.

Nurse Chapel quickly stepped in. “It’s ok! It’s ok! Your safe now. You’re not alone with them anymore. Your’e with us and you’re safe.”

Nurse Chapel continued to sooth Jenna hoping her words would calm the young woman down. But as Jenna kept hyperventilating, Chapel reached for a hypospray, loaded it and gently injected it into Jenna’s neck. The woman’s panicked words died away as she lapsed back into unconsciousness.

La’an was about to speak. “Nurse Chapel, I…”

But she didn’t let her speak. “I think this interview is done now.” She spoke in a tone that left no room for interpretation or debate.

La’an knew she’d gone too far. She gave Chapel an apologetic nod and quickly exited the private medical room.

Spock was standing outside waiting for her when La’an exited. Again, Spock noticed La’an’s changed attitude. “La’an, it is clear to me that you are clearly not fine as you state earlier.”

La’an sighed. She didn’t bother hiding it this time. “You’re right. I pushed Jenna too far in my interview. Nurse Chapel had to step in.”

“I’m sorry.” Spock state sincerely. After a short pause, he continued. “I understand LT Mitchell… Jenna is you friend.”

“Yeah.” La’an sighed. “She was one of the first to help bring me into many of our crew’s fun after work activities. Helped me make a few more friends among the crew. And I repaid that by sending into hyperventilating mess.”

“Knowing you, I doubt you did such an action intentionally.” Spock offered. “You simply were trying aid her by finding her attacker.”

“But I got too aggressive.” La’an replied. “Jenna let me know that she’d managed to hit her assailant…”

Spock then interrupted her. “Jenna managed to hit her attacker?”

“Yeah.” La’an stated. “She mentioned that she’d grabbed a nearby tool and managed to strike him with it.”

“Did she say what kind of tool?” Spock asked.

“She didn’t get the chance before Chapel put her to sleep.” La’an answered. “Why do you ask?”

“LT Kirk mentioned finding a tool that supposedly had blood stains on it before he found Jenna. But no one else was able to find that tool.” Spock provided.

La’an’s eyes went wide. “If both my security team and the two of us couldn’t find it, maybe her attacker came back and took it before we could!”

“The attacker may still have the tool.” Spock said. “They must’ve been someone with access to enter the maintenance tunnels. If we review the records, we might be able to narrow our search down.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

By now, the news about the attack on LT Mitchell had spread to the crew. Many crew had been present at the crew lounge when the Captain and emerged with an unconscious Jenna in his arms shouting for everyone to make a path. Those present had told their friends and by now, the entire crew knew what had happened even without an official announcement by the command crew.

Since the news had spread, the tension aboard ship had risen to a pitch. Starfleet was hardly a place where crime ran rampant and not the place where sexual assaults happened. Plus, for a such an act to occur on the flagship, the pride of the fleet, it was completely unheard of.

The crew’s interactions had also become more tense. Interactions between departments were more intense and lacked the same zest that they normally did. Many of the younger crew even formed their own unofficial squads. These “squads” often spent most of their time together when off duty and they’d always insist on ensuring no teammate was walking alone in the corridors.

Ensign Zier had managed to join her own squad with three other ensigns. She, Christina, Shankar and Lance had all formed their own little group. Right now she and her squad, san Christina were all in the lounge nursing drinks after their shift ended.

The group had been quiet for most of the time they’d been plump down at one of the tables. Finally, Lance managed to ask a question. “Hear anything about Mitchell, Zier?”

“You do know this blue uniform isn’t a medical one, right?” Zier joked.

Lance smiled back at the good-natured jab. “I know. But you’re always going down to Sick Bay to drop off or pick up experiments.”

“Plus, you’re always working with Nurse Chapel too.” Shankar added. “Surely you must’ve heard something.”

“You’re one to ask.” Zier chuckled. “Aren’t you a Comms officer? Isn’t hearing things your job?”

Shankar scoffed. “Touché, but no. All I know is what you both probably already know. That Spock and La’an were assigned to the position of investigating this case. As far as I know they checked the maintenance hallways looking for evidence and they might be interrogating some crew soon.”

“Have they spoken to LT Mitchell yet?” Lance asked. “Is she even awake?”

Zier’s smile disappeared. “I think so.” She gestured the two men to get closer. “Earlier today I was dropping off some samples at Sick Bay when I noticed Spock talking with the Doctor.”

“What were they discussing” Shankar asked.

“I don’t know but Doc didn’t let me stick around long.” Zier admitted. “I… I might’ve overheard when Jenna first woke up…”

The two men leaned in closer, their minds both enthralled and terrified for the story their friend was telling. “I heard a lot of noise before Spock showed up… Guys, when she woke up, she was screaming so loud I could hear it from outside Sick Bay… It was scary…”

Lance put his arm on Zier’s shoulder and gave it a soft rub. Zier gave him a small smile in thanks. She then got up from her seat. “Well I should probably go wake up Christina for her shift on the bride.”

“We’ll come with you.” Shankar said and he and Lance got up and followed Zier out of the lounge.

When the group arrived at Zier and Christina’s shred quarters, they found the room pitch black. Zier was somewhat surprised by this. Christina was usually up by now and getting ready for her shift or she’d already left. Instead, a figure was lying face down on the bed, her body covered in the sheets and comforter on her bed.

“Come on Christina.” Zier yawned as she tried to coax her friend awake. But Christina wouldn’t budge.

Sighing, Zier ordered the computer to turn on the lights hoping that would rouse her friend but just like a minute ago, Christina still lay motionless on the bed.

Zier sighed even louder and grabbed the comforter and proceeded to yank it off the bed. “Come on Christina, sleeping in won’t make you shift go by…”

But Zier’s words were caught in her mouth as she observed the sight before her. With the comforter removed and the lights on, Christina’s state was plain to them all. Her nightgown had been torn open and her back was marred in scratches, bruises and cuts. Plus, a pool of blood of blood had formed and dried on the bed at around knee level.

“Help me!” Zier screamed to her friends. The two men rushed to their friend’s side as they turned her onto her back.

Lance put his hand on her neck and listened for breathing. “She still has a pulse! But her breath is shallow…”

“Get help now!” Zier screamed as she began administering CPR.

Shankar quickly went to the communicator on the wall panel. “Medical emergency on deck 6!”

Zier continued to administer CPR till Christina took a deep breath and began coughing. Zier and Lance tried to help her turn to her side so she could breathe but she resisted. Christina, her eyes closed began thrashing against them both screaming bloody murder.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Back in La’an’s quarters, she was preparing herself for the next phase of the investigation when a message came onto her screen.

When she checked it, she quickly realized it was from the same anonymous sender who sent the first message after Jenna had been attacked. Just like before, the message sender had disguised the location of where the message was sent from.

She took a deep breath and opened the message. Like before, the message was on a repeated loop using the same broken computerized voice as before. “That’s two. They got their due. But there’s more to pursue. When I’m through, maybe I come from you.”

La’an took a gulp at the speaker’s words. Truthfully, La’an wasn’t scared of someone coming after her. After Spock, she was probably the best fighter on the ship. Hell, she wanted this guy to come after her. Better her than the crew.

But that was what the attacker had done. Gone after the crew. If the attacker’s words were to be believed, then another crewmember had suffered just as Jenna had. La’an took off out of her room and sprinted down the hall raising her communicator and contacting Spock.

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