Update and Some Rubbish-y Drabbles
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mymetalphantomThere was discussion of fluffy illness fic, remember? My first draft is done but it isn't what I wanted. I'm now beginning to angst over it, which makes the writing much less fluffy, which in turn causes more angst. I'm trapped in a big ol' vicious circle. I really need to learn not to be an uptight pain in the arse when it comes to writing, because in all other aspects of life I'm actually rather mellow and relaxed. XD
Do you also remember me talking about drabbles? I wrote some. They're Star Trek drabbles. I'm not sold on them as drabbles but I like the premise of some of them, so I might develop them later on when I have time. There were more, but these were the only ones I didn't completely hate. (I'm posting them basically because I have nothing left to do for the rest of the day XD)
Catspaw (Catspaw, Mirror, Mirror and Return of the Archons. Poor McCoy gets mindfucked A LOT)
Maybe it was that experience, with that unknown life-form that made McCoy wary.
Terrified, if he was honest.
Between that woman and her mysterious crystal, the alternate universe Spock – bearded menace of his nightmares – and that business on Beta III, the thought of more mind intrusion made him feel sick.
Taking a deep breath, he allows cool fingers to settle on his face.
Hot tendrils stretch out, brushing across his mind, probing, grasping.
No!
A sudden swell of panic almost chokes him and he pulls away.
“Sorry Spock.” McCoy sounds thoroughly miserable.
And only Spock could hide disappointment that well.
Doctor McCoy
“I know you consider me one step up from a witch doctor compared to Vulcan healers,” McCoy growled, “but I really do know what I’m talking about.”
“I assure you, Doctor...” Spock was cut off by a violent sneeze. “I'm fine.”
Spock stood but swooned and collapsed back onto the bed, unable to stifle a groan.
“Oh yeah, you’re a picture of health.”
“I’m still on duty.”
“Spock, I didn’t want to have to do this...but I’ll enjoy it anyway.” After a long struggle and a short burst from the hypo-spray Spock was asleep.
McCoy laughed triumphantly. “Goodnight, sweet prince.”
Ekos (Because a lot of us feel guilty about Patterns of Force XD)
It’s an away mission remembered with guilt. Oh, they had succeeded in their mission...sort of, and had saved two planets from destruction.
The guilt?
The guilt came from the unforgettable flash of arousal. Hot, deep and undeniable, no matter how much he tried to push it aside.
A well-tailored uniform on that hard, athletic body. Harsh, unyielding leather boots. Authoritarian, unforgiving, dominating and terrifying. The very thought of it still made him tingle. More than tingle. It made him throb.
He hated it.
He hated that the red, white and black of the swastika wasn’t enough to dampen the desire.
Galileo
“You really impressed me back on the Galileo, y’know?” McCoy said when the rest of the away team left sickbay. He looked away, embarrassed.
Spock’s heart tripped. McCoy was not one to give false praise, especially to him.
“My behaviour was most...illogical. We could have been killed.”
“Sometimes the best decisions you ever make in life are thoroughly illogical.” He looked at him finally and smiled.
It was Spock’s turn to look away. The thoughts he had when McCoy smiled like that unnerved him. He feared he may one day make a thoroughly illogical decision based solely on that smile.
Hypo-spray (Set during The Empath)
He hears the unmistakable hiss of the doctor’s hypo-spray.
“Your action is highly unethical. My decision...stands...”
He sounds angry. Was he angry? Why? Because he was so keen to die? He wants to live, yes, but he wants McCoy to live more. The idea of them killing McCoy when they could have killed him instead makes him angry. Angry with them, angry with McCoy. Angry with a universe that allows such things to happen.
He tries to fight, but his body gives up. He is angry at that too.
They will kill McCoy now. Spock’s last thoughts are devastating thoughts.
IDIC
“Are you kidding? Haven’t I had enough people trampling through my brain?” McCoy was shouting.
“It’s not for manipulative purposes,” Spock soothed. “It is the Vulcan way.”
“You Vulcans really piss me off.”
“My heredity should be no surprise. I’ve always been Vulcan.”
“Yeah. That’s hot when it’s just pointed ears and an air of mystery. I didn’t sign on for any mind-fuckery.”
Spock wasn’t offended. McCoy was scared; he hadn’t meant his words. “I would hardly call it ‘mind-fuckery’.” Spock smiled fondly. “You’re being irrational.”
McCoy sighed. “That should be no surprise.” He smiled. “I’ve always been irrational.”
“Indeed.”
Joanna
Spock assumed that she didn’t like him. From the first moment they were introduced, McCoy’s daughter had been...combative, for want of a better word. She was charming but argumentative at the same time.
“She could debate in an empty room,” Jim had said affectionately
Spock had predicted that Joanna wouldn’t like him. It was common for children of broken marriages to resent another partner. When they had their first disagreement Spock assumed his prediction was correct.
She did like him though.
It wasn’t until he caught her winking conspiratorially at McCoy that Spock understood the phrase, ‘like father like daughter’.
Logic
Logically he would concede that it was a grey area. There really was no reasonable, logical justification for being deliberately provocative. Arguing for fun was highly irrational and must surely be detrimental.
Yet he could not help himself. The pleasure he felt when debating with McCoy, the little thrill that went through him when he saw eyes flash in annoyance, had become so addictive.
“You were miles away. What were you thinking about?” McCoy asked.
“Logic.”
“I’m so sick of logic.”
“Illogical, Doctor, since you practice so very little of it.”
There he went again, being deliberately provocative. Most illogical.
Mirror, Mirror
McCoy had been very subdued on his return to their universe. Everyone noticed the change.
“You wanna tell me what really happened, Bones?” Kirk asked over a late night drink.
“It was nothing. Really, I’m fine.”
“Your medical opinion?”
“Absolutely.”
“So why aren’t you talking to Spock?”
McCoy’s shrugged. “He gets on my nerves.”
Kirk gave a cheeky grin. “That’s never stopped you before.” McCoy just shrugged again. “It wasn’t our Spock.”
He didn’t need to say it. “I know. I’ll be fine just...let me deal with it, okay, Jim?”
“Don’t leave it too long. He misses you, y’know?”
“Yeah...right.”
Omicron Ceti III
That was the first time McCoy realised he was not so set against Spock’s Vulcan heritage. Actually, he didn’t like that Spock at all; the one doped up on spores.
He had fun teasing him and yeah, Spock royally pissed him off sometimes; like how even in the most heated moments he could be so clinical, pointing out anatomical features as if he wasn’t making love with a damn doctor.
But as McCoy lay there quietly, watching the serene, sleeping Vulcan he pondered the alternative; the smug, insubordinate, foolish, lovesick Spock. McCoy knew he wouldn’t change him for the universe.
Pointed Ears (Set directly after Wolf in the Fold)
“Mr Pointed Ears.” McCoy chuckled, clearly unable to stop himself. He was high as the proverbial kite on tranquilisers; heavy lidded and relaxed, being an irritant, hovering over Spock while he worked.
Spock felt a warm finger run along the rim of his ear. He couldn’t suppress the shudder or the thoughts that arose from the intimate gesture.
He turned and stilled the hand with his own. He looked up at McCoy who looked back and smiled languidly.
“Sexy, pointy ears.” McCoy’s voice was laced with suggestion.
“You know, Doctor, you’re really going to hate yourself when this wears off.”
Row, Row, Row your Boat
Spock was staring up at the night sky, clearly deep in thought. He over-thinks everything.
“Penny for them,” McCoy whispered.
“I was thinking about the song. I still do not comprehend the meaning.”
“It’s just a damn song, Spock. No one ever, in the history of Earth, has tried to comprehend the meaning of Row, Row, Row your Boat.”
He looked at Spock. A friend for all these years. Cold, unemotional, unattainable. In his sleeping bag. In his arms.
“Life is not a dream.”
“I dunno,” McCoy said, tracing his finger along a Vulcan ear. “Seems pretty surreal to me.”
Zarabeth
It only occurred to him years later to feel sorry for Zarabeth. At the time he’d been too angry with Spock to give her much consideration. Now he felt that sympathy so strongly that it mingled with his own personal agony.
She was all alone there. She was all alone there until they had come along, and Spock had been so receptive to her charms; the unique Mr Spock with his thoroughly alien beauty, eager to love her back.
She had him and lost him. As McCoy watched the torpedo pod shrink in the distance he finally understood her pain.
Do you also remember me talking about drabbles? I wrote some. They're Star Trek drabbles. I'm not sold on them as drabbles but I like the premise of some of them, so I might develop them later on when I have time. There were more, but these were the only ones I didn't completely hate. (I'm posting them basically because I have nothing left to do for the rest of the day XD)
Catspaw (Catspaw, Mirror, Mirror and Return of the Archons. Poor McCoy gets mindfucked A LOT)
Maybe it was that experience, with that unknown life-form that made McCoy wary.
Terrified, if he was honest.
Between that woman and her mysterious crystal, the alternate universe Spock – bearded menace of his nightmares – and that business on Beta III, the thought of more mind intrusion made him feel sick.
Taking a deep breath, he allows cool fingers to settle on his face.
Hot tendrils stretch out, brushing across his mind, probing, grasping.
No!
A sudden swell of panic almost chokes him and he pulls away.
“Sorry Spock.” McCoy sounds thoroughly miserable.
And only Spock could hide disappointment that well.
Doctor McCoy
“I know you consider me one step up from a witch doctor compared to Vulcan healers,” McCoy growled, “but I really do know what I’m talking about.”
“I assure you, Doctor...” Spock was cut off by a violent sneeze. “I'm fine.”
Spock stood but swooned and collapsed back onto the bed, unable to stifle a groan.
“Oh yeah, you’re a picture of health.”
“I’m still on duty.”
“Spock, I didn’t want to have to do this...but I’ll enjoy it anyway.” After a long struggle and a short burst from the hypo-spray Spock was asleep.
McCoy laughed triumphantly. “Goodnight, sweet prince.”
Ekos (Because a lot of us feel guilty about Patterns of Force XD)
It’s an away mission remembered with guilt. Oh, they had succeeded in their mission...sort of, and had saved two planets from destruction.
The guilt?
The guilt came from the unforgettable flash of arousal. Hot, deep and undeniable, no matter how much he tried to push it aside.
A well-tailored uniform on that hard, athletic body. Harsh, unyielding leather boots. Authoritarian, unforgiving, dominating and terrifying. The very thought of it still made him tingle. More than tingle. It made him throb.
He hated it.
He hated that the red, white and black of the swastika wasn’t enough to dampen the desire.
Galileo
“You really impressed me back on the Galileo, y’know?” McCoy said when the rest of the away team left sickbay. He looked away, embarrassed.
Spock’s heart tripped. McCoy was not one to give false praise, especially to him.
“My behaviour was most...illogical. We could have been killed.”
“Sometimes the best decisions you ever make in life are thoroughly illogical.” He looked at him finally and smiled.
It was Spock’s turn to look away. The thoughts he had when McCoy smiled like that unnerved him. He feared he may one day make a thoroughly illogical decision based solely on that smile.
Hypo-spray (Set during The Empath)
He hears the unmistakable hiss of the doctor’s hypo-spray.
“Your action is highly unethical. My decision...stands...”
He sounds angry. Was he angry? Why? Because he was so keen to die? He wants to live, yes, but he wants McCoy to live more. The idea of them killing McCoy when they could have killed him instead makes him angry. Angry with them, angry with McCoy. Angry with a universe that allows such things to happen.
He tries to fight, but his body gives up. He is angry at that too.
They will kill McCoy now. Spock’s last thoughts are devastating thoughts.
IDIC
“Are you kidding? Haven’t I had enough people trampling through my brain?” McCoy was shouting.
“It’s not for manipulative purposes,” Spock soothed. “It is the Vulcan way.”
“You Vulcans really piss me off.”
“My heredity should be no surprise. I’ve always been Vulcan.”
“Yeah. That’s hot when it’s just pointed ears and an air of mystery. I didn’t sign on for any mind-fuckery.”
Spock wasn’t offended. McCoy was scared; he hadn’t meant his words. “I would hardly call it ‘mind-fuckery’.” Spock smiled fondly. “You’re being irrational.”
McCoy sighed. “That should be no surprise.” He smiled. “I’ve always been irrational.”
“Indeed.”
Joanna
Spock assumed that she didn’t like him. From the first moment they were introduced, McCoy’s daughter had been...combative, for want of a better word. She was charming but argumentative at the same time.
“She could debate in an empty room,” Jim had said affectionately
Spock had predicted that Joanna wouldn’t like him. It was common for children of broken marriages to resent another partner. When they had their first disagreement Spock assumed his prediction was correct.
She did like him though.
It wasn’t until he caught her winking conspiratorially at McCoy that Spock understood the phrase, ‘like father like daughter’.
Logic
Logically he would concede that it was a grey area. There really was no reasonable, logical justification for being deliberately provocative. Arguing for fun was highly irrational and must surely be detrimental.
Yet he could not help himself. The pleasure he felt when debating with McCoy, the little thrill that went through him when he saw eyes flash in annoyance, had become so addictive.
“You were miles away. What were you thinking about?” McCoy asked.
“Logic.”
“I’m so sick of logic.”
“Illogical, Doctor, since you practice so very little of it.”
There he went again, being deliberately provocative. Most illogical.
Mirror, Mirror
McCoy had been very subdued on his return to their universe. Everyone noticed the change.
“You wanna tell me what really happened, Bones?” Kirk asked over a late night drink.
“It was nothing. Really, I’m fine.”
“Your medical opinion?”
“Absolutely.”
“So why aren’t you talking to Spock?”
McCoy’s shrugged. “He gets on my nerves.”
Kirk gave a cheeky grin. “That’s never stopped you before.” McCoy just shrugged again. “It wasn’t our Spock.”
He didn’t need to say it. “I know. I’ll be fine just...let me deal with it, okay, Jim?”
“Don’t leave it too long. He misses you, y’know?”
“Yeah...right.”
Omicron Ceti III
That was the first time McCoy realised he was not so set against Spock’s Vulcan heritage. Actually, he didn’t like that Spock at all; the one doped up on spores.
He had fun teasing him and yeah, Spock royally pissed him off sometimes; like how even in the most heated moments he could be so clinical, pointing out anatomical features as if he wasn’t making love with a damn doctor.
But as McCoy lay there quietly, watching the serene, sleeping Vulcan he pondered the alternative; the smug, insubordinate, foolish, lovesick Spock. McCoy knew he wouldn’t change him for the universe.
Pointed Ears (Set directly after Wolf in the Fold)
“Mr Pointed Ears.” McCoy chuckled, clearly unable to stop himself. He was high as the proverbial kite on tranquilisers; heavy lidded and relaxed, being an irritant, hovering over Spock while he worked.
Spock felt a warm finger run along the rim of his ear. He couldn’t suppress the shudder or the thoughts that arose from the intimate gesture.
He turned and stilled the hand with his own. He looked up at McCoy who looked back and smiled languidly.
“Sexy, pointy ears.” McCoy’s voice was laced with suggestion.
“You know, Doctor, you’re really going to hate yourself when this wears off.”
Row, Row, Row your Boat
Spock was staring up at the night sky, clearly deep in thought. He over-thinks everything.
“Penny for them,” McCoy whispered.
“I was thinking about the song. I still do not comprehend the meaning.”
“It’s just a damn song, Spock. No one ever, in the history of Earth, has tried to comprehend the meaning of Row, Row, Row your Boat.”
He looked at Spock. A friend for all these years. Cold, unemotional, unattainable. In his sleeping bag. In his arms.
“Life is not a dream.”
“I dunno,” McCoy said, tracing his finger along a Vulcan ear. “Seems pretty surreal to me.”
Zarabeth
It only occurred to him years later to feel sorry for Zarabeth. At the time he’d been too angry with Spock to give her much consideration. Now he felt that sympathy so strongly that it mingled with his own personal agony.
She was all alone there. She was all alone there until they had come along, and Spock had been so receptive to her charms; the unique Mr Spock with his thoroughly alien beauty, eager to love her back.
She had him and lost him. As McCoy watched the torpedo pod shrink in the distance he finally understood her pain.
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Date: 2010-04-29 05:24 pm (UTC)I loved the variety amongst these drabbles, and yeah. McCoy gets mindfucked A LOT. Kirk gets beat up, Spock gets zapped by wannabe gods, and McCoy gets mindfucked. I don't know what it is about those guys, but they need to share it around before someone thinks they're specialists in this sort of thing!
If you write longer 'Star Trek' stuff I would LOVE to read it.
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Date: 2010-04-29 09:51 pm (UTC)LOL that’s so true about those three! I love that on the two occasions where McCoy gets ‘taken over’ by some alien mind, Kirk looks sympathetic but seems to have no problem in kicking the absolute crap out of him. But judging from the TOS kink meme, everyone seems to love torturing poor McCoy.
I would love to read more Trek stuff from you...but I’ve learned not to be demanding ;)
As for myself, I have the one fic that is slowly killing my brain and a weird idea I had about an AU of This Side of Paradise, because that episode bugs me and intrigues me at the same time.
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Date: 2010-04-29 10:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-30 12:56 pm (UTC)Oh, you should see the previous stuff I wrote for this fandom! It was ages ago when I was very young. Luckily none of it made it on to the internet. Reading it back though did give me some insight into my teenaged mind.
BTW I can’t stop staring at your icon. I’m hypnotised by it. o_O
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Date: 2010-04-30 01:48 pm (UTC)Woah!
Date: 2010-04-29 07:08 pm (UTC)Re: Woah!
Date: 2010-04-29 09:56 pm (UTC)I love Star Trek and it’s done a lot for me over the years, I feel I should give something back.
Glad to see we have similar taste in scenes ;)