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The reason I stayed up until 2AM....
(....it might be time for an intervention, guys. Only not seriously, because if you take st_xi_kink away, it will make me sad.)
Title: Unexpectedly Brilliant Plans
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 380
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: gen, mostly? idek, this could be Kirk/Penny and Spock/Sheldon
Prompt: crossover with The Big Bang Theory
Warnings: err, I don't even remember what episodes I'm referencing, but spoilers for Big Bang Theory if you haven't watched it ... not that this will make any sense at all if you haven't
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sheldon's first thought was that his cloning experiment had been extremely successful - but then he did a double-take and realized there was no cloning technology for the production of fully-grown clones.
Ah. Hmm. There was no cloning technology for the production of fully-grown clones yet. Clearly his endeavor to produce a time machine had also been successful. He was just about to turn to Leonard and point this out when a second shimmer appeared in the air and Captain Kirk appeared next to Spock.
Leonard was gaping at the two clones, and Penny (who had wandered over to their apartment in kitten-decorated pyjamas, doubtless in order to steal some more milk from them) gasped. Captain Kirk walked over to her, tilting her chin up with one finger, and leaning in close. "Hello," he said.
"Umm, hi," she said, her voice diminishing in volume. Silence held in the apartment for approximately two seconds.
"Would you be kind enough to tell me where we are?"
"Los Angeles," she said, her voice wavering. Sheldon began to reconsider his cloning/time-travel theory - how was it possible that his future self would not have told his creations where they lived? Had he moved?
Perhaps he had built a working model of the Enterprise, once his cloning procedure had succeeded, and moved onto the ship with his Spock and his Kirk.
Hmm. Building a working model of the Enterprise was a brilliant idea, as a matter of fact - no wonder his future self had sent his clones back to the past to assist him with it. Sheldon was positively brilliant.
Spock was looking around the apartment, and after a few moments of silently watching Kirk flirt with Penny (Leonard was silently fuming in the background - Bazinga! Sheldon's plan really had been brilliant!) he walked over to the board on the wall. Sheldon's board.
"Fascinating," he said, following one line of the equations with his finger. "This is completely inaccurate."
Sheldon had a brief moment of deja vu (remembering the time Leslie Winkle had "fixed" his board, remembering the time she called him a dumbass), and then he realized that Spock was correcting his board. Sheldon hurried to his side and watched Spock's long, elegant fingers move over the board as he rearranged the equations.
Title: Sweeter Pleasures
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Prompt: Sulu smoking a cigarette
Warnings: none, really
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It's the one vice he can't indulge on the Enterprise. Hikaru doesn't want to think of the lectures he'd hear if he was caught smoking on the ship. Here, on shore leave, he can wander off from the others and light up without worrying about what McCoy would say about his health, what Spock would say about overtaxing the environmental filters on the ship, what Chekov would say about the way he tasted of tar and nicotine.
Simple pleasures. He remembers sitting with his grandmother and watching her roll cigarettes, her fingers shaking. She took him outside, into the open air, and he sat with her while she smoked, while the grown-ups talked inside, while fog rolled in and the sun set over the hills.
Every vice he might want to indulge on the ship is his - Pavel has always been imaginative and generous in bed - except for this, and now Hikaru finds the pleasure sweeter for being stolen. One more moment, one more cigarette, and then he will go back to the hotel, brush his teeth, shower away the smell, and climb back into bed with Pavel, ready to go back to the ship in the morning.
Title: Not Alone for Long
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 1167
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Prompt: 5 times McCoy couldn't leave Kirk behind and the one time he had to. (and because I just had to write Kirk/McCoy forangela_snape)
Warnings: lots and lots of sappiness
Disclaimer: Not mine.
1. Bones just couldn't leave Jim behind. He was the Captain, and Starfleet tended to notice when captains were abandoned on previously undiscovered planets, and so Bones backed out of the room slowly, grabbing Jim by the elbow and pulling him along.
Jim would always complain later that Bones hadn't needed to rescue him from the planet of uninhibited succubi, and Bones would always cite Starfleet regulations, keeping his voice gruff and even, and deny that he felt a strange, sharp twinge in his gut at the thought of Jim alone on that planet with all of those lovely women.
2. Scotty had called the officers down into Engineering for a party – the kind that was supposed to be clandestine … discreet. What the Captain didn't know about the moonshine Scotty made couldn't hurt him, and what the Captain didn't know, he didn't have to report to Starfleet.
That was the logic that made them all happy, at least, happy and loose and more than a little buzzed. Sulu and Chekov were off in a corner, each with an arm slung around the other as they whispered together, each secret making Chekov's fair skin flushed. Uhura had her legs up, her short skirt sliding down, and Spock – who had refrained from drinking alcohol on the grounds that it would be illogical for all of the officers to be incapacitated, though Bones thought that he was mostly being a stiff-necked stick-in-the-mud bastard as usual – was watching the progression of the fabric as it shifted up her legs.
They were all happy, happier than they'd been in a long time, all of them except Jim … and that was because Jim wasn't there.
When Scotty was drunk enough to start singing, Bones decided he'd had enough and hauled himself onto his feet. stumbling down the corridors of the ship until he found the captain's cabin.
"Hey," he said, taking Jim by the hand and pulling him down to Engineering. Discretion be damned – it wasn't a party without Jim.
3. Earth was the same blue-green ball floating in the sky, growing larger as they approached – it looked no different than it did the day Bones had met Jim and space-sick, threatened to vomit on him. Jim was swaggering around the shuttle, just as he'd done then, and cocked one eyebrow as he dropped into the seat next to Bones.
"Just like old times, hey?"
"Old times" were when Bones had had a wife to go to, and Jim had had a family, but he didn't argue. Bones just nodded, and when they disembarked the shuttle, he kept Jim with him, grabbing him by the elbow when he hesitated.
"Come on," Bones said, "we'll spend our shore leave together – just like old times."
No families to go to, but there would be no succubi this time, either – Bones would make sure of that.
4. It's the little things that matter on the Enterprise – with a ship this size, with people of this caliber, you've got to do something or they'll all go insane. The holiday party was a good idea, and Bones heartily approved it when Jim suggested it.
But now … someone had programmed the replicator to make mistletoe and had hung it in every doorway, and someone else had found a fizzy drink that made Scotty's moonshine taste almost like champagne, and Spock was playing on his lyre with Uhura at his shoulder, singing along with the music that he made.
Everyone was dancing, shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek. Everyone was close enough to someone else to lean in for a kiss if they wanted one – everyone except Jim and Bones. And Scotty, who had elected to stay with his illicit still and his Jeffries tubes instead of coming to the party.
Bones came over to stand next to Jim, passing him another mug full of the fizzy drink. They watched Uhura lean down to kiss Spock on the lips when the song was finished. They watched Hikaru and Sulu dance together, both of them lithe and graceful on their feet.
They watch people start to leave the party as the hour grew late, couple after couple drifting away. They went in pairs, like the animals on the Ark, and at long last, Bones nudged Jim with his shoulder.
"Come on," he said, "I've got whiskey in my office that tastes better than the swill that Scotty makes."
Jim didn't have to leave the party alone.
5. Jim's eyes are incredibly blue over the surgical mask. Blue as the sky he might never see again, Bones thinks, and then curses himself for a sentimental fool. Time is wasting.
Everyone else is gone – in their cabins, breathing recycled air, vulnerable to the million and one hazards of space travel, and they can't come here if they need Bones. Spock is the one who ordered the quarantine, who recognized the danger of epidemic even before Bones did – he's the one who programmed the override on the computer systems, locking all of the sick crewmembers in Sickbay.
Bones couldn't make Jim leave, though, even though the Captain should have been kept as far away from the infectious particles as possible – couldn't leave him behind, not in the ship where there was no one to help him confront all the dangers of space.
And the Captain couldn't leave his crew, not even when they were wretched and vomiting and bleeding out their ears from God-knew-what space plague. Jim caught Bones before he could go to the cabinet for another hypospray, caught him and squeezed his shoulder.
The warmth of that touch lingered with Bones while he was bending over patient after patient, doing everything he could do to keep them alive. Doing everything he could do to keep the illness from spreading – everything to keep the Captain alive.
1. The mission was over, and Bones had things to do – papers to file, debriefings to attend, patients to see at the practice down Earthside that had taken him in for the duration. He looked over his shoulder at Jim, who was still on the bridge, still running his hands over the controls of his shining, silver ship. The captain had last-minute things to do, too … Bones knew that.
He had to go, had to leave and give Jim his last moments alone with his ship.
Jim looked up at him, and Bones saw the shadows under his eyes, the proof of long nights spent without sleep. "See you later, Bones."
Bones hoisted his carry-all over his shoulder and forced a grin on his face. "You'd better be in San Francisco in a week, Captain, or I'll order you down there for a physical. Mandatory. Painful. Lots of sharp needles."
Bones had to leave him, but Jim smiled and gave him a little wave. "I'll be there," he said, and Bones didn't doubt it.
Neither of them had left the other behind for long, not in all the time they'd known each other.
st_xi_kink away, it will make me sad.)Title: Unexpectedly Brilliant Plans
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 380
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: gen, mostly? idek, this could be Kirk/Penny and Spock/Sheldon
Prompt: crossover with The Big Bang Theory
Warnings: err, I don't even remember what episodes I'm referencing, but spoilers for Big Bang Theory if you haven't watched it ... not that this will make any sense at all if you haven't
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sheldon's first thought was that his cloning experiment had been extremely successful - but then he did a double-take and realized there was no cloning technology for the production of fully-grown clones.
Ah. Hmm. There was no cloning technology for the production of fully-grown clones yet. Clearly his endeavor to produce a time machine had also been successful. He was just about to turn to Leonard and point this out when a second shimmer appeared in the air and Captain Kirk appeared next to Spock.
Leonard was gaping at the two clones, and Penny (who had wandered over to their apartment in kitten-decorated pyjamas, doubtless in order to steal some more milk from them) gasped. Captain Kirk walked over to her, tilting her chin up with one finger, and leaning in close. "Hello," he said.
"Umm, hi," she said, her voice diminishing in volume. Silence held in the apartment for approximately two seconds.
"Would you be kind enough to tell me where we are?"
"Los Angeles," she said, her voice wavering. Sheldon began to reconsider his cloning/time-travel theory - how was it possible that his future self would not have told his creations where they lived? Had he moved?
Perhaps he had built a working model of the Enterprise, once his cloning procedure had succeeded, and moved onto the ship with his Spock and his Kirk.
Hmm. Building a working model of the Enterprise was a brilliant idea, as a matter of fact - no wonder his future self had sent his clones back to the past to assist him with it. Sheldon was positively brilliant.
Spock was looking around the apartment, and after a few moments of silently watching Kirk flirt with Penny (Leonard was silently fuming in the background - Bazinga! Sheldon's plan really had been brilliant!) he walked over to the board on the wall. Sheldon's board.
"Fascinating," he said, following one line of the equations with his finger. "This is completely inaccurate."
Sheldon had a brief moment of deja vu (remembering the time Leslie Winkle had "fixed" his board, remembering the time she called him a dumbass), and then he realized that Spock was correcting his board. Sheldon hurried to his side and watched Spock's long, elegant fingers move over the board as he rearranged the equations.
Title: Sweeter Pleasures
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Prompt: Sulu smoking a cigarette
Warnings: none, really
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It's the one vice he can't indulge on the Enterprise. Hikaru doesn't want to think of the lectures he'd hear if he was caught smoking on the ship. Here, on shore leave, he can wander off from the others and light up without worrying about what McCoy would say about his health, what Spock would say about overtaxing the environmental filters on the ship, what Chekov would say about the way he tasted of tar and nicotine.
Simple pleasures. He remembers sitting with his grandmother and watching her roll cigarettes, her fingers shaking. She took him outside, into the open air, and he sat with her while she smoked, while the grown-ups talked inside, while fog rolled in and the sun set over the hills.
Every vice he might want to indulge on the ship is his - Pavel has always been imaginative and generous in bed - except for this, and now Hikaru finds the pleasure sweeter for being stolen. One more moment, one more cigarette, and then he will go back to the hotel, brush his teeth, shower away the smell, and climb back into bed with Pavel, ready to go back to the ship in the morning.
Title: Not Alone for Long
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 1167
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Prompt: 5 times McCoy couldn't leave Kirk behind and the one time he had to. (and because I just had to write Kirk/McCoy for
angela_snape)Warnings: lots and lots of sappiness
Disclaimer: Not mine.
1. Bones just couldn't leave Jim behind. He was the Captain, and Starfleet tended to notice when captains were abandoned on previously undiscovered planets, and so Bones backed out of the room slowly, grabbing Jim by the elbow and pulling him along.
Jim would always complain later that Bones hadn't needed to rescue him from the planet of uninhibited succubi, and Bones would always cite Starfleet regulations, keeping his voice gruff and even, and deny that he felt a strange, sharp twinge in his gut at the thought of Jim alone on that planet with all of those lovely women.
2. Scotty had called the officers down into Engineering for a party – the kind that was supposed to be clandestine … discreet. What the Captain didn't know about the moonshine Scotty made couldn't hurt him, and what the Captain didn't know, he didn't have to report to Starfleet.
That was the logic that made them all happy, at least, happy and loose and more than a little buzzed. Sulu and Chekov were off in a corner, each with an arm slung around the other as they whispered together, each secret making Chekov's fair skin flushed. Uhura had her legs up, her short skirt sliding down, and Spock – who had refrained from drinking alcohol on the grounds that it would be illogical for all of the officers to be incapacitated, though Bones thought that he was mostly being a stiff-necked stick-in-the-mud bastard as usual – was watching the progression of the fabric as it shifted up her legs.
They were all happy, happier than they'd been in a long time, all of them except Jim … and that was because Jim wasn't there.
When Scotty was drunk enough to start singing, Bones decided he'd had enough and hauled himself onto his feet. stumbling down the corridors of the ship until he found the captain's cabin.
"Hey," he said, taking Jim by the hand and pulling him down to Engineering. Discretion be damned – it wasn't a party without Jim.
3. Earth was the same blue-green ball floating in the sky, growing larger as they approached – it looked no different than it did the day Bones had met Jim and space-sick, threatened to vomit on him. Jim was swaggering around the shuttle, just as he'd done then, and cocked one eyebrow as he dropped into the seat next to Bones.
"Just like old times, hey?"
"Old times" were when Bones had had a wife to go to, and Jim had had a family, but he didn't argue. Bones just nodded, and when they disembarked the shuttle, he kept Jim with him, grabbing him by the elbow when he hesitated.
"Come on," Bones said, "we'll spend our shore leave together – just like old times."
No families to go to, but there would be no succubi this time, either – Bones would make sure of that.
4. It's the little things that matter on the Enterprise – with a ship this size, with people of this caliber, you've got to do something or they'll all go insane. The holiday party was a good idea, and Bones heartily approved it when Jim suggested it.
But now … someone had programmed the replicator to make mistletoe and had hung it in every doorway, and someone else had found a fizzy drink that made Scotty's moonshine taste almost like champagne, and Spock was playing on his lyre with Uhura at his shoulder, singing along with the music that he made.
Everyone was dancing, shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek. Everyone was close enough to someone else to lean in for a kiss if they wanted one – everyone except Jim and Bones. And Scotty, who had elected to stay with his illicit still and his Jeffries tubes instead of coming to the party.
Bones came over to stand next to Jim, passing him another mug full of the fizzy drink. They watched Uhura lean down to kiss Spock on the lips when the song was finished. They watched Hikaru and Sulu dance together, both of them lithe and graceful on their feet.
They watch people start to leave the party as the hour grew late, couple after couple drifting away. They went in pairs, like the animals on the Ark, and at long last, Bones nudged Jim with his shoulder.
"Come on," he said, "I've got whiskey in my office that tastes better than the swill that Scotty makes."
Jim didn't have to leave the party alone.
5. Jim's eyes are incredibly blue over the surgical mask. Blue as the sky he might never see again, Bones thinks, and then curses himself for a sentimental fool. Time is wasting.
Everyone else is gone – in their cabins, breathing recycled air, vulnerable to the million and one hazards of space travel, and they can't come here if they need Bones. Spock is the one who ordered the quarantine, who recognized the danger of epidemic even before Bones did – he's the one who programmed the override on the computer systems, locking all of the sick crewmembers in Sickbay.
Bones couldn't make Jim leave, though, even though the Captain should have been kept as far away from the infectious particles as possible – couldn't leave him behind, not in the ship where there was no one to help him confront all the dangers of space.
And the Captain couldn't leave his crew, not even when they were wretched and vomiting and bleeding out their ears from God-knew-what space plague. Jim caught Bones before he could go to the cabinet for another hypospray, caught him and squeezed his shoulder.
The warmth of that touch lingered with Bones while he was bending over patient after patient, doing everything he could do to keep them alive. Doing everything he could do to keep the illness from spreading – everything to keep the Captain alive.
1. The mission was over, and Bones had things to do – papers to file, debriefings to attend, patients to see at the practice down Earthside that had taken him in for the duration. He looked over his shoulder at Jim, who was still on the bridge, still running his hands over the controls of his shining, silver ship. The captain had last-minute things to do, too … Bones knew that.
He had to go, had to leave and give Jim his last moments alone with his ship.
Jim looked up at him, and Bones saw the shadows under his eyes, the proof of long nights spent without sleep. "See you later, Bones."
Bones hoisted his carry-all over his shoulder and forced a grin on his face. "You'd better be in San Francisco in a week, Captain, or I'll order you down there for a physical. Mandatory. Painful. Lots of sharp needles."
Bones had to leave him, but Jim smiled and gave him a little wave. "I'll be there," he said, and Bones didn't doubt it.
Neither of them had left the other behind for long, not in all the time they'd known each other.