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[kaitymccoy123]

Do You Trust Me?

Intro: So this is for Trek Fest 2017 Chekov’s Week!  Hosted by the ever-so-lovely @outside-the-government! 

Pairing: Chekov x reader

Word Count: 3,800ish

Summary: You are sent on an away mission with young ensign Pavel Chekov and it doesn’t go as planned.  When life-and-death situations and feelings mix, can you sort it all out and get to safety?  What does all this mean to your and Pavel’s relationship?  

A/N: So my idea for this one came from two places: 

1. One of my drabbles from my 800 follower drabbles that involved Pavel and the reader who was Bones’ brother.  I just love the idea so this is a little extension on the drabble!  

2.  Also I got a request from someone a little while ago with the prompt:  "we're undercover and we HAVE to kiss to maintain our cover and oops I've just realized I'm in love with you" - The request was specifically for Jim, which I still plan on doing for Jim, but I wanted to use that idea for this one - whoops!

-Enjoy!-

“I don’t understand why they had to send me down here, I’m an engineer, not an explorer.” You grumbled as you trudged through the thick forest landscape.

“I belief that you were chosen for your expertise in identifying foreign metals.” The chirpy, heavily accented response came from the yellow-shirted ensign that was trudging beside you.��

“Yeah, there seems to be so much metal around here to identify.” You droned sarcastically, gesturing to the endless span of trees and foliage. 

Pavel chuckled next to you. 

“What’s so funny?” You snapped, cutting through a bough of vines especially hard. 

“You sound just like Dr. McCoy.” He noted, and you threw a glare to the young navigator. 

“Well he is my big brother, so it’s fitting, I guess.” You grumbled. 

Ducking through some branches, you picked up the pace and were a few steps in front of Pavel when you felt the whoosh of the arrow brush past your ear. Suddenly, you were hurled sideways and against the forest floor, a heavy weight on top of you.  

The weight turned out to be Pavel, and his body was pressed directly on top of yours, his face hovering above yours, his breath ragged. 

“Are you alright?” He worried, his eyes roaming your face for signs of injury or pain. 

“Other than the fact that you are crushing me, I’m fine.” You breathed, your voice lacking the sarcastic tone that you tried to elicit. 

Pavel stayed frozen on top of you, and as you heard the crunching of footsteps stalk by Pavel’s muscles tensed over you protectively, and you felt a flash of heat rush to your cheeks.  

Once the threat was gone, Pavel looked back down to you, his grey-blue eyes meeting yours softly, reassuringly, and you were surprised with how little fear his gaze revealed.  

“Thank you, Pavel.” You whispered, barely able to get words past your lungs.  

“You do not need to thank me.” He exhaled, pushing up off you slowly and helping you sit up next to him, your bodies still hovering close together. 

“Are you injured?” He brushed his fingers through the hair above your ear. 

“I-I don’t think so.” You stuttered and leaned towards him instinctively.  

For a second you though he might kiss you, but the moment soon passed and he was standing, leaving you breathless.  

“Let’s get going.” He smiled down at you, clearly proud of the shivering mess he left you in. 

“Do you trust me?" He offered his hand and tilted his head curiously.

After a second’s hesitation and a million flutters of your nervous heart you reached up and took his hand.  

The jungle seemed endless as you continued through, Pavel consistently at your elbow, both of you silent except for the sound of your laboured breathing.  The heat was nearly unbearable, and you quickly came to despise the transporter team for making you wear the protective thick leather jacket and heavy-duty pants.  

Neither of you mentioned your almost-kiss and the fact that he had saved your life.  And just as you felt like you were about to collapse in heat exhaustion, the jungle abruptly ended.  

A city emerged in front of you, and you could nearly walk the line that indicated where the jungle ended and the city began.  It was ragged and dusty, sharp metal buildings sprung up everywhere, stalls lining both sides of the narrow streets.  People were scattered everywhere.  Sellers behind the stalls, people buying and yelling and trading with them.  It was like the dense forest had been traded for the city.  Instead of trees there were people, and it was nearly as suffocating. 

You approached the edge slowly, taking in everything, your eyes catching on all the different types of metals and structures scattered around, some that you didn’t even recognize. 

“Okay, I get why they sent me down here now.” You gulped, stopping just before crossing over the threshold into the city, Pavel bumping into your shoulder at your abrupt halt.  

“Let us go find the metal we came for.” Pavel said from behind you. 

You looked up at him and he nodded in the direction of the nearest street.  As he started forward, you stopped him with a hand on his arm before he could advance any further. 

“We should be careful.  See how their skin is such a bright colour compared to our?  We will stick out like a sore thumb if we just dive right in.  We should cover our skin first.”

“Right.” Pavel stepped in front of you and drew your hood up over your head. 

The scarf that hung loosely around your neck you pulled up to cover your mouth and nose, and Pavel helped tuck the corners in under your hood. 

“Okay, I can see just your eyes now.” He nodded, “What about me?  I don’t have a scarf.”

You swung your backpack around to your front and dug around until you found the extra scarf you had packed, “It was going to be for any geode specimens we found, or to trade for metals, but it should work in a pinch.”

He smiled down at you as you slipped the scarf around his neck and helped arrange his disguise the same way you had with his, and soon his soft grey eyes were the only thing peeking out. 

“Perfect, now just keep your hands in your pockets and we should be pretty well hidden.” Both of you tucked your hands in your pockets and you set out into the city.  

It was almost overwhelming how quickly you were swept up into the hustle and bustle of the streets. Seller’s carts lined each side of the street, and you had to squeeze through what seemed like hundreds of people as you made your way through the streets.  You kept your eyes peeled for any sign of the illegal metal you were sent here to look for. 

You were sweating and panting under the hot sun and covered disguise, and you could hear Pavel’s quick breaths behind you.  Finally, out of the corner of your eye, you saw the reddish tint of the metal you were looking for. 

“There.” You said under your breath to Pavel, who followed your gaze to the stand with the metal scraps. 

“We must be wery careful, Y/N,” He nudged your elbow to stop you, “It does not look so safe.  It looks very dark and the man behind the counter does not look very friendly.”

You surveyed the unnaturally shady tent and the man with the large muscles and a deep scowl behind the counter. 

“It’s alright, we just need to ask a few questions, maybe purchase a piece to examine.  We’re not here to capture them or anything.” You tried to keep your voice as even as possible and refused to meet his eyes as you pushed off Pavel and headed towards the counter. 

You tried to remember the training that Uhura, Spock, and Scotty had given you in regards to dealing with foreign exchanges and this type of rare metal.  But all of a sudden your mind went blank and the voice of your concerned brother played over in your head. 

"Now don't go around making anyone mad or anything, you hear?"

"Because you do that.  Make people mad.  For example, me, on a daily basis."

"If you get hurt I will kill you.  Well I'll kill Jim first for sending you on this mission, then you.  And maybe him too." Leonard gestured to Pavel. 

Pavel who was pushing softly at your shoulder-blade with his elbow.  You must have stopped walking. 

“We can go back eef you wish.  Meester Scott said if eet was too dangerous he would beam us up.” Pavel had dipped his head to your ear, and you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. 

You shook your head, “I’m fine.” You mumbled and stepped forward again, pulling your shoulders up and taking a deep breath.  

The man behind the counter barely lifted his eyes to look at you as you surveyes the table coolly, just as Uhura had taught you.  With interest, but not with accusation, even if the metals were being manufactured by women and children slaves. 

“Can I help you?” A deep, grumbly voice sounded, but you kept your eyes on the metals. 

“Thess is exaactly tha type oof metals I need furr my maachine baack home.  Light aand sturdy aand strong.” You slipped into the accent Uhura and you had practiced. 

Using your fingertips, you played with the edge of a piece, but pulled back when you felt the man behind the counter tense. 

“Where you from?” He snapped. 

The name of the planet rolled off your tongue just as you’d practiced as well.  A bead of sweat dripped off your eyebrow onto your cheek, making you blink a few times.  

The man regarded you for a second and you made the mistake of looking up into his eyes, adrenaline flooding your system at his paralyzing gaze. 

“I do not deal to humans.” He spat the word as if it stung his tongue.  

“But we aare not earthlins...” You started, stuffing your hands into your pocket when you realized your error. 

“I do not deal to humans.  Especially not Federation scum.”

“No-”

“What is that in your bag?!” Your eyes snapped up at his angry voice, but the man’s eyes weren’t on you.  They were on Pavel.

You spun on Pavel and searched his frozen face as he carefully said, “Nothing, sir.” But your eye caught on the reddish tint in his bag as he adjusted it over his shoulder. 

“You are stealing.  The punishment for stealing on this planet is death.  Anugh, Ugtha, seize them.” The man barked, and an equally scary man and woman emerged from the shadows on command. 

You backed up into Pavel and his hand caught your elbow. 

“Seize them!” He demanded and a flush of panic hit you.

“Run.” The word was whispered into your ear and then yelled, “RUN!”

Pavel’s hand on your elbow was now dragging you as he darted forward.  You only had a moment to hesitate before you saw a flash of movement out of the corner of your eye, the two guards, and you took off after Pavel. 

The two of you surged through the crowd together, pushing past people as fast as you could, while trying not to lose sight of Pavel ahead of you.  You wound down streets, skidding around corners and trying not to trip over your own two feet. 

Finally, you ended up in a narrow alley and nearly slammed into the back of Pavel. 

“What-?”

“Eet’s a dead end.” He turned around and you could see the worry in his eyes. 

You could barely catch your breath as you searched the surrounding streets, spotting the guards at the far end of one of the stalls. 

“They’re o-over there. We-we can’t-go-back.” You stuttered through heaving breaths.  

“I’ll call for Meester Scott.” He reached for his com, but you stopped him. 

“There’s no time, they’ll see us.” You worried, pushing his hand away and stepping closer to him. 

The alley was narrow enough that with your proximity you were nearly pressing him into the wall.  Both of your chests heaved, and you were overwhelmed by the dizzying warmth of the air between you two.  Sweat stung your eyes and your hair was plastered to your head under the scarf and hood, but still you pressed closer to Pavel.  

You took one more look to see the guards nearing your spot and you turned back to Pavel, tugging your scarf down over your mouth. 

“Kiss me.” You breathed. 

“Wha-?” His brows furrowed. 

“Kiss me.” You tugged down his scarf, “Just do it.” 

Pressing yourself fully against his chest, you were close enough that your hoods almost touched.  Your heart hammering in your chest, you stuck your hands in between his hood and his cheeks to cradle his head and hide your hands.  And, before you could think about it any further, you crushed your lips to his, hiding both your faces in between your hoods. 

There was a moment of breathy awkwardness until he tightened his grip on your hips, sliding his hands into your pockets to hide his hands.  It was awkward, but it worked. 

The kiss was hot and sweaty and salty but never-the-less sent shivers down your spine as you pulled him closer, not able to get enough of his soft lips and the feeling of his body on yours.  You kissed him for as long as you dared before pulling back an inch to allow you both to catch your breath. 

Pulling him close again, you hugged him and tilted your head just a little so you could survey the streets.  

“No sign of the guards.” You whispered. 

“Then I will call Meester Scott.” Pavel’s voice sounded surprisingly strained as he removed one hand out of your pocket to grab his com, but still kept you close. 

After a few curt words you felt the familiar tug of the transporter, and you instinctively kept your tight grip on Pavel as the world faded away and the blinding metal of the transporter room appeared.  

You stepped back from him as soon as you could, but you couldn’t tear your gaze from his eyes.  That was until the sound of your brother’s voice echoed through the room. 

“What the hell was that, Y/N?” His dark haired, blue-shirted form appeared in your line of vision as you wrenched your eyes from Pavel’s.

“That was us, you know, not dying?” You offered, but you had no energy to be snarky. 

“Well you got a little to close for my liking.” Leonard grumbled, stepping closer and scanning you with a tricorder. 

“’m fine, Len.” You brushed him off, stepping off the platform when pain suddenly lanced through your leg. 

“Like hell you are.” He knelt in front of you and used a pair of medical scissors to cut off your pant leg at the knee, revealing a nasty gash that was still oozing blood. 

You hissed as he pressed a piece of gauze to it. 

“I deedn’t notice you were injured, Y/N, you should haff said something.” It was a soft voice now, Pavel, who you had forgotten about for a moment. 

Peeling your eyes open, you looked at him, an expression of worry and concern laced over his features as he tugged his hood down and pushed a hand through his unruly curly hair. 

“It’s okay, Pavel, “You assured, “I didn’t even notice, must have been the adrenaline and all.  I don’t even know when it happened.”

“Let’s get you down to the medbay, this’ll need a few rounds of the dermal regenerator.” Leonard stood and moved to hook your arm over his shoulder. 

Addressing Pavel, Leonard tipped his head, “You alright, kid?”

Pavel nodded, “Yessir.”

“Of course you are.” Leonard mumbled sarcastically and before you could defend Pavel he was dragging you out the door and down the hall towards the medbay. 

“I’m fine, Len.  I don’t need to stay the night here.  You already wouldn’t let me go to my quarters to shower, and I had to use the tiny one here.  You owe me.  I just want to curl up in my bed and go go sleep.” 

“Fine.  Go.  But I want to see you here tomorrow for a check-up.” Leonard grumped and stalked out of the patient room you had been assigned, leaving you alone. 

“Sure thing, doc!” You called grumpily, feeling especially irritated. 

You wanted nothing more than to curl up in your bed and go to sleep for the next eternity, so you gathered your items from the room and walked out into the bustling medbay.  

As you headed for the doors, a flash of motion caught your eye and you turned to see Pavel, who had stood up as you passed.  He was still dressed in his mission outfit, with dirt and dust covering the outside and streaks of it still on his face.  His eyes were worried, tired, and your heart melted a little at the sight of him.

“Y/N.  How are you feeling?  I am sorry that you got injured, I deedn’t know, I was focused on getting avay from those guards.  I am sorry.” He dug his toe into the ground as he spoke, and wrung his hands in front of him.

“It’s okay, Pavel.  It’s not your fault.” You sighed, you were so tired. “Have you been waiting here the whole time?”

He nodded, “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” His voice was soft, apologetic.

“You didn’t have to.” You rubbed your eyes and yawned, “You could have at least gone and showered or something.”

He didn’t respond except to scratch the back of his neck and look over at you. The memory of that heated, salty kiss in the alley flashed through your mind and you straightened your shoulders a little bit.

“Did you want to come to my room and shower? You can stay the night if you want.” You offered, something about being so sleepy making you brave.

“No he can’t.” Leonard’s voice sounded behind you as he walked by, a tray in hand, and disappeared into a patient’s room.

“Yes you can.  If you want to, I mean.” You corrected, throwing a glare in Leonard’s direction before turning back to Pavel.

“I, yes, I would like that, but I thought… well… I thought maybe…” He trailed off.

“You thought what?” You questioned and stepped forwards.

“That maybe you do not like me?  Because I got us in trouble, I got you injured.”

You shook your head, your heavy eyelids nearly forcing your eyes shut, “I like you, Pavel.  I kissed you, remember?”

He dropped his hands to his side and gazed innocently at you, “I remember.  I just thought maybe that was just so we could escape.  I deed not know if eet meant anything.”

“That was part of it, but I do like you, Pavel.  More than I thought I would, to be honest with you.” You cursed your exhausted brain for not filtering your words, “I don’t just go around kissing people, even if it is a life or death situation.” You took a breath, “Question is, do you like me back?”

You stared into his soft grey eyes for what seemed like an eternity, and you were about to turn and walk away, hurt, but then he nodded.  Just the slightest inclination of his head, but it was accompanied by a furious reddening of his cheeks and you knew what your answer was.

“Come on, you need a shower, you look like you’ve been wrestling a donkey on a dusty road.  And I’m about to fall asleep standing up, so let’s go.” You extended your hand towards him, palm up.  “Pavel, come to bed with me.”

He looked at it for a second before meeting your eyes.

“Do you trust me?” You teased and finally a smile reached his lips.

His fingers, warm and soft, entwined with yours and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

A gentle feeling of safety washed over you as you walked together back to your room, and you realized that despite everything, despite your past, you trusted him. 

-Thanks for reading!  I hope you liked it!-

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[croftyspock90]

Trek Fest 2017 was amazing. It was pretty neat to see people equally if not more in love with Star Trek as me. I didn't see anyone else with tattoos for Star Trek, so I felt pretty badass. #startrek #startrektattoos #trekfest2017 #spirk #ussenterprisencc1701

[kaitymccoy123]

Don’t Change A Thing, Darlin’

Intro: I know I just posted one for Spock Week, but this one kinda just started to flow out of me (getting my mojo back, yay!) so here is another fic for you!  This one is for Bones week for Trek Fest 2017!  Hosted by the always lovely @outside-the-government - I was late on the Spock fic but not for this one yay!

This is also a request that came from @stucked82:

Hi, I have a request, McCoy x plus size reader, she thinks he’s not interested in her because of the words he said on the first Star Trek movie of Dr. Marcus, she’s the opposite of her, dark short hair, tall, curvy and strong, she could be the combat trainer of the Enterprise maybe? It would be great! Thanks!! Fluff or smut or whatever. 

I know I messaged you about going in a darker, more angsty route, and I wrote most of that, but it didn’t feel right, and I felt like I needed to write something fluffy.  So I did.  

Pairing: Bones x plus size!reader

Word Count: 3,456 (damnit can I not keep anything short anymore!!!)

Warnings: A little self-deprication, some swearing, mention of a past emotionally abusive relationship, used the word “darlin’” way too many times.

Summary: You have been transferred to the Enterprise to work as a combat trainer, and are quickly introduced to Dr. McCoy when he is in one of your classes.  Quickly developing a crush on the handsome doctor (who wouldn’t?), you feel like the flirting is going well until you see him flirting with Dr. Marcus. Were you wrong about him?  Could he ever love somebody like you?

A/N: Not a big fan of writing specifically for a plus-size reader, but I thought this one turned out pretty well - didn’t want to go too deep into insecurities or anything, but they are in there. 

-Enjoy!-

“Hey dude?  Can you hear me?” You nearly shouted as you knelt over a dark-haired man that had just taken a hard hit in your combat training class. 

“Wha-?” The man’s eyes slowly flickered open, and he brought his hand up to rub at his eye, groaning, “What happened?”

“That idiot back there didn’t know how to properly throw an elbow strike and knocked you flat.” You jerked your thumb at the covering curly-haired blonde, who gave a sheepish finger-wave. 

“Damnit, Chekov.” The man grunted and moved to sit up, emitting a series of groans and a string of curses, including “too old for this shit”. 

“How long was I out?” He asked. 

“Maybe 30 seconds?  Do you want ice or something?”

He touched his cheekbone gingerly, then the back of his head, “Maybe. Probably should just head back to the medbay.”

“Back to the medbay?” You inquired as you offered a hand to help him stand, “You a doctor or something?”

He smoothed his hands over his unruly t-shirt as he regained his balance, “Yes, actually.  CMO, if you like formalities.”

Your eyes widened, “You’re Dr. McCoy?”

“The one and only, darlin’.” He squinted and took a quick look around the room before focusing back on you, hands on hips. 

“I haven’t had my initial physical yet.  Guess you’re my guy.”

“Guess so.” He grinned at you quickly before grimacing when it moved the tender skin of his injured cheekbone. 

There was a few moments where his heated gaze stayed locked to yours before he spoke again, “Well I better let you get back to work, seems some people still have lots to learn.” 

He gave a pointed look at Chekov, who cowered behind the slender Asian man beside him.  

With one last look in your direction, sending butterflies aflutter in your stomach, Dr. McCoy turned on his heel and strode out of the room.  

The class was silent as you watched him exit, and you felt all of their stares on you.  Realizing quickly that you probably had a stupid grin on your face, you traded it for a look of pointed exasperation. 

“Pair off, let’s go.” You instructed sharply, “Chirpov, you’re with me.  Don’t want you giving anyone else a concussion.” 

“I’m here to see Dr. McCoy?  I have a physical scheduled.” You wrung your hands around your workout towel, trying to rid yourself of the feeling of jittery nervousness that made you bounce on your toes. 

“I’ll let him know you’re here, go ahead and wait in room 6, he’ll be right in.” The nurse instructed, giving you a warm smile before turning back to your work. 

Skirting into the room she indicated, you dropped your bag next to the wall and hopped up onto the examination table.  

You had been thinking about this day since the class where Dr. McCoy had gotten injured.  You willed your racing heart to chill out a little so you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of him. 

The few minutes that you had spent trying to calm your nerves were quickly wasted when finally the door swung open.  Your heart decided to pump overtime as you took in Dr. McCoy, now clad in a white medical tunic, which made his tanned skin and dark hair stand out even more.  You could almost have wept when he looked up from his PADD, his lips stretching into a smile. 

“Y/N, it’s nice to see you again.” The door hissed shut behind him and he moved to sit on the little wheely stool at the side of the examination table. 

“Same to you, Dr. McCoy.  How’s that cheek?”

“Nothing a few hypos couldn’t fix.”

Your laugh was high and chirpy in response, and you cursed yourself for being so on-edge around him. 

“So I’m just going to check a few things, ask you a few questions, and you’ll be on your merry way, if that sounds alright.”

“Sounds just fine to me.” You agreed, but a sudden bout of nervousness struck you, this time not just from being near Dr. McCoy. 

You had always been a bigger woman, bigger than most, and though you knew a lot of it was muscle, thanks to years of combat training, most people were quick to judge.  You were no stranger to the “how can you still be overweight if you workout so much” type questions, so you generally avoided the topic of your health.  Some people could be pretty nasty, pretty insensitive. 

“So what brings you aboard the ship?” He started, his PADD rested on his knees. 

“Starfleet sent me out here because there have been several injuries related to lack of combat knowledge, and thought I could remedy that.”

“Well, if Chekov was any indication, you can probably tell we need it.” Dr. McCoy huffed, making you laugh. 

The rest of the physical went smoothly, with no terribly awkward questions and no mention of your weight, other than him taking it.  

“Alright, looks like we’re all done here.  Go ahead and change and I’ll meet you outside.” He instructed, and you nodded as he stepped out of the room. 

Quickly gathering your uniform, you changed as best you could with shaking hands, still a little jittery from the feeling of his hands on you.  Gently assessing you, quick touches of skilled fingertips.  And the best part was that it didn’t make you feel self-conscious at all, the way he looked at you, and talked to you, his eyes...

You shook your head, dispelling the thoughts.  He was your doctor, nothing more.  Beside, he would never want you back.  You were you, and he was well, him, and you doubted anything would ever come of it.  

A soft knock at the door broke your train of thought, “Y’allright in there?”

You threw your shirt over your head, giving a quick tousle to your hair before heading to the door, reaching for the panel, but as you did, the door swung open prematurely, catching the elbow of the hand you still had in your hair. 

“Agh!” You yelped and pulled your elbow to your chest, rubbing at the skin. 

“Oh, damnit, I’m so sorry, Y/N.  You were taking a while, and I didn’t want- I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Dr. McCoy was rubbing at the back of his neck, and it was then when you realize how close he had been to the door, like he was nearly leaning against it. 

“It’s okay, just a little lost in thought.  Guess the price to pay for that is a bruised elbow.” You chuckled. 

He took your arm in his hands and observed the skin, and, once realizing you weren’t going to bleed to death, he released it. 

Before he could apologize again, you spoke, “So, am I fine?” Damnit, those words didn’t come out in the order you wanted, but the blush that formed on his cheeks made it worth it. 

“You?... Fine?  I mean... you are...”

You decided to put him out of his misery, “Sorry, I meant, did everything check out okay, with my physical?”

He seemed to regain some composure, “Oh!  Yep, fit as a fiddle, darlin’.”

The term of endearment made you smile, “Do you call everyone darlin’, or just those who you’ve injured in some way?”

“It’s only for the people who I know could kick my ass for being a flustered idiot.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. 

You laughed, “Guess that ruins my plan.”

“For what?” He looked at you quizzically. 

“For kicking your ass, you flustered idiot.” You teased, but he only smiled down at you. 

“Sorry, that was bad.” You groaned and rubbed a hand down your face, but a soft touch to your arm stopped you. 

“No worries, darlin’.” The way he was looking at you made butterflies go crazy in your stomach. 

“So I’ll see you around?” You asked, toeing at the ground. 

He smiled, “Yeah.  Actually...” He started, but was cut off by a loud shout of “Bones!” followed by the captain and a blond-haired woman dashing into the medbay. 

You stepped out of the way as they approached, yelling about some torpedoes and Khan, Dr. McCoy’s skilled hands somehow a big factor in this. 

“Ok fine, I’ll do it.” Dr. McCoy’s gentle, sweet expression was quickly traded for a sour look of exasperation. 

You were surprised when his eyes met yours quickly, his look apologetic before being dragged along by the blond-haired woman out of the medbay.

Deciding you better get going, you made your way to the medbay doors, your thoughts still spinning with a certain set of dark hair and hazel eyes. 

“Shit.” You swore when you realized you forgot your gym bag. 

Quickly returning to the room, you scooped it up, your eye catching on the PADD that Dr. McCoy seemed to have forgotten on the examination table.  

Maybe... You thought to yourself as you hesitated just inside the doorway, No, you shouldn’t.  You turned to leave.

But you definitely hadn’t imagined the way he smiled at you or been flustered by your flirting.  

Before you knew it you had his PADD in your hands.  Like a sign from the universe it was still unlocked.  Then, without thinking about it too hard, you opened up a note app and quickly typed out: 

Drinks sometime? Rec Room tomorrow at 7? I’ll buy the first round. - Y/N.

With your heart racing, you dropped the PADD back on the table and dashed out of the room before you could give it a second thought.  

Your class that evening had been especially distracted, and finally you asked what was making everyone so chatty. 

“Didn’t you hear?  Dr. McCoy and Dr. Marcus are going to try to defuse one of the torpedoes.” One of your students said. 

“What?  That’s really risky.” Your heart started racing again at the thought of Dr. McCoy in danger. 

“Yeah, they’re doing it right now, here’s the video feed.” 

Suddenly one of the walls of the training rooms was taken up with a projection of the video feed from someone’s PADD. 

Sure enough, it was the blonde-haired woman from before, Dr. Marcus, you assumed, knelt next to one of the torpedoes. 

“Bones, thanks for helping out. Dr. Marcus asked for the steadiest hands on the ship.” You recognized the voice as Captain Kirk’s. 

“You know, when I dreamt about being stuck on a deserted planet with a gorgeous woman, there was no torpedo!” It was Dr. McCoy’s voice now, but he seemed to still be inside the shuttle. 

“Dr. McCoy, may I remind you that you're not there to flirt.”

“So how can these legendary hands help you, Dr. Marcus?” Dr. McCoy’s head appeared in the door to the ship, and he carried a box as he walked towards the torpedo and Dr. Marcus. 

How could I have been so stupid. You thought to yourself, ignoring the video feed for a moment.  

Of course he would have a type.  Blonde, skinny, intelligent. You felt tears press at your eyes as you tuned back into the video. 

“Sweetheart, I once performed an emergency C-section on a pregnant Gorn. Octuplets, and let me tell you, those little bastards bite. I think I can work some magic on your missile.“ It was Dr. McCoy again, setting down his box of supplies. 

That really tipped you over the edge.  This man who you thought had been so nice to you, very flirty and flustered... you must have misread him.  

“Uhh... class dismissed for today, you can, keep watching here if you want.” You stammered, the class not seeming to have acknowledged your words as you retreated out the door.  

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You chanted to yourself as you strode back to your quarters, shame and embarrassment filling your veins. 

Well at least you knew now, rather than after you got even more emotionally involved. 

Too bad you were already in pretty deep. 

The next day you didn’t have any classes, so you spent the day in bed reading and catching up on sleep.  

You had just gotten dressed after your post-workout shower when a knock sounded on your door. Treading lightly on the carpet, you made your way over to the door and pressed the panel. 

Standing just outside your door was Dr. McCoy, one arm tucked into a sling, the other grasped around a bottle of liquor and two plastic cups. 

“Doctor... what are you doing here?” You sputtered, heart flaring at the sight of him. 

“I saw your note and went to the rec room, but you never showed, so I thought you might be here.  And you can call me Leonard, darlin’.” He looked a little flustered again, and it drew you right back in. 

“I- you- okay, come in.” You took the cups and bottle from his hand and moved back into your room. 

“What happened to your arm?” You asked, setting the bottle and cups down on the coffee table. 

“You haven’t heard?” He tilted his head, and you shook yours. 

“The damn torpedo closed in on my arm when we were trying to disarm it.  Almost got blown up for it, but Dr. Marcus stopped it at the last second.” He explained, and you found yourself becoming in-drawn at the mention of Dr. Marcus. 

“That must have been scary.” You mused. 

There were a few moments of tense silence before you spoke again, “So you saw my message.” Your voice was small. 

“I did.  It made almost getting blown up a little less awful.”

That really made you blush, but you built up the courage to look him in the eyes, “So, Leonard, shall we?” You gestured to the drinks. 

His smile nearly made your heart stop. 

"And that's how I got Jim banned from the biology labs for a week."

You were in tears with laughter, gasping, and you heard Leonard chuckle along with you. 

The both of you had ended up on your bed, a cup of whiskey each, just chatting.  Friendly chatting, you told yourself, that must be what he thinks as well, though with the way he was leaning towards you and the way he was flirting, you would have thought otherwise. 

"That’s an excellent story.  Beats mine by a mile." You laughed. 

"Nah, I thought the story of how your brother set your hair on fire was hilarious, yet very dangerous," He tipped his cup towards you. 

"Oh, Dr. McCoy, you need to live a little." 

"I live just enough to stay away from getting my hair from being set on fire, thank you very much."

You chuckled and leaned back into the headboard, smirking at him as he copied your posture.  

"Alright.” You were feeling much more brave thanks to the whiskey, “We don’t know much about each other, so ask me anything.  Anything at all." You set your empty cup on the side-table and crossed your legs under you. 

"Anything?" He raised an eyebrow at you. 

"Anything."

He exhaled and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and holding his cup between his fingers.  

"Favourite colour?" 

"Purple."

"Childhood pets?"

"None, no matter how hard we begged.  Well we had a few fish once, but they all died within a week."

He chuckled, "Within a week?!"

"Hence the no other childhood pets." You insisted, flashing him a smile. 

"That's fair, I guess." He took another sip of tea, "Worst relationship ever?"

You huffed and pulled your knees to your chest, "I've had my fair share of bad relationships, so it's hard to pick the worst one."

Leonard nodded in understanding. 

"But there was one guy, who I would have to say topped the bad of the bad.  I met him in the Academy, second year, and we dated for a while, a few months, I'd say, before he started to try to change me."

"Change you?" He tilted his head and turned slightly towards you, and you admired his form in the dim lighting for a while before focusing your attention back on your knees. 

"At first it was little things.  Ordering for me at restaurants, only salads and low-calorie options, to 'keep my figure', as he would say.  Then it was forcing me to buy a gym membership, which actually was a blessing in disguise because I signed up for a self-defense class and fell in love, hence my career today.  But he insisted I quit and go jogging with him, do 'slimming' exercises.  Then it got verbal.  'Wouldn't you love to get rid of those love handles?' and 'That dress looks a little tight on you.' and flat out 'I would love you so much more if you were thin, because it means you love yourself'."

"God, that's awful.  Tell me you dumped his sorry ass." Leonard had tipped his head back against the wall and was watching you intently, and you could have sworn you saw admiration in his eyes. 

"No, actually.  I was a lot dumber back then, a lot more gullible.  So I did what he said.  I took his words to heart, and I tried everything.  I starved myself and went jogging for hours everyday but it was never enough.  And I was so unhappy, Leonard, it was unbelievable.  But I stuck with him, because I was desperate for his love.  For any love."

Leonard had shifted closer, and his knee bumped yours lightly.  

You continued, "And then one day I was coming back from a late night class and walked into his room, like usual and, well let's just say he got what he wanted, a much thinner woman between his legs.  Two actually."

Leonard choked on his whiskey at that and sputtered a few laughs, "Oh my god.  What a little shithead."

You let out a loud laugh and covered you mouth with your hand as Leonard set his cup on the side-table. 

"For the record I do not think you need to lose a single pound.  You are beautiful, strong, and brilliant, and if he couldn't see that, then it's his loss."

You felt your cheeks heat up and you couldn't stop a smile, "Then you are a much better man then he is."

"Thank you, darlin', and you deserve someone much better than him." 

"Maybe I should date someone like you, then." You teased, but his face remained serious. 

"Maybe you should." His eyes met yours.

Your heart stopped in your chest and time seemed to slow as you looked over at him. 

Thankfully, he was the one to speak first, "I don't know if this is the right time to tell you, since we’ve only known each other for a few days, but I've been meaning to ask you, and I've never been good at this stuff, I'm a little rusty since the divorce is all..."

"You're serious?" You sat up, pressing your knee into his.  

"Why wouldn't I be?" His gaze wasn't accusatory, more quizzical, and his fingers that were on his knee slid to rest on yours. 

"Well it's just, with Dr. Marcus, and the whole torpedo thing, and she is so pretty and thin, and I thought that was your type..."

"My type?" He looked hurt. 

"Agh, I'm sorry, I've messed this all up." You pulled away and slid off the bed, padding towards the bathroom. 

"Messed what up, darlin'?  You haven't messed anything up."  You heard him shifting on top of the bed and his footsteps neared behind you. 

"I assumed... that you... I misjudged, I guess..." You spun around to face him now, close to crying, "and it's just with the way I look, and the way you look..."

"Stop.  Just stop right now." He cut you off and stepped closer, "Did I not just make it abundantly clear that that doesn't matter to me?"

"Yes, but..." 

"No buts."  He was terribly close now, and you couldn't resist those hazel eyes that you had dreamed about for what seems like forever. 

"Yes, buts, lots of buts, a pretty large butt right here." You raised your eyebrow up at him and pulled at his wrist, placing his uninjured hand on your hip.  

"Real cheeky, darlin’." A playful smile pulled at his lips and he slid his hand around to your back. 

"I've got lots more where that came from."

"I'm betting on it."

You smiled and grabbed onto the front of his uniform, pulling him down so your lips met in a hard kiss.  You felt your back hit the wall and he pressed you into it, and usually you would be self-conscious about his body against yours, but this time, you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

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Remind Me

(Crosses out June 14 and scribbles June 15th over it) 

Intro: Hellohello see I am alive, but I am a little late haha.  So this is for @outside-the-government​‘s Trek Fest 2017!  For Spock week!  Which ended yesterday but I fell asleep at like 9pm so I couldn’t finish this fic lol. 

Pairing: Spock x reader

Word Count: 4,401 (I tried to keep it short I promise but it ran away on me)

Warning: Short description of a needle and needle insertion (like the ones from Divergent lol)

Summary: Going on your first away mission alone is a scary thing, but you have your best friend Spock to look out for you, so you know you’re going to be fine.  But when you are captured by the leader of the planet and forced to participate in his twisted game that includes you and Spock fighting to the death, can anyone save you?

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this one.  I rewrote it a little, changing it from an existing relationship to the beginning of one, and I kinda like this one better.  I feel like I’m a little off my game lately, but I promise I’ll be back on the horse soon (or at least I’ll try to be!).

Also for some reason my brain won’t let me actually process words long enough to edit this so I hope it makes sense. 

-Enjoy!-

“I’m going to be fine, Spock, stop being such a worry wort.” You clipped the last of your gear into place and stood to face him. 

“The likelihood of you getting injured is...” Spock started his brows almost furrowed as you tucked your helmet under your arm. 

“54.3% I know.  You’ve told me a million times.” 

“I only told you six times, and as your first solo mission the percentage could be even higher.” Spock’s eyes grew glassy as he processed the math. 

You stepped forward, your boots clanking against the metal floor of the ship hanger, and poked at his arm, “Spock?  Earth to Spock!” His eyes flicked to you and you felt your heart stutter in your chest, “I’m going to be fine.  Okay? So stop looking so worried and help me with the clasp at the back of this stupid suit, I can’t reach it.”

Spinning around, you were grateful to be out of Spock’s worried gaze, as it was starting to make you nervous.  The planet was a dangerous one, and the inhabitants were not very well studied so it was hard to tell if they would be violent or not.  Taking a breath, you straightened your spine and turned back to Spock. 

“Thanks.  Now you go, monitor my frequency or whatever, I’ll see you in a bit.” You smiled up at him, wishing his expression of worry would morph into something more calm, but it didn’t. 

His hand suddenly reached up and grabbed your upper arm, over the hard metal of the suit, and you found yourself wishing that there were not so many layers between you. 

“Be careful, Y/N.  If anything is not what it seems, we can beam you back immediately.” Spock’s form loomed over you and you leaned into his touch for a moment. 

“The plan is to come back all in one piece, don’t you worry.”

That’s the last thing you could remember as your eyes split open, to dark nothingness.  Your bare limbs were pressed into smooth, cold stone, and your arms were bound behind you.  

“What the hell?” You tried to mumble but found your mouth dry and blocked, by a piece of fabric of some sort, tied as a gag around your mouth.  

Slowly and painfully you sat up, pain lancing through your skull, joints aching from your restrained position.  You were able to slide your hands under your feet and bring your arms around to your front, quickly ridding yourself of the gag and the blindfold that you found over your eyes.  

The room wasn’t much brighter than the blindfold, and as you glanced around, you saw nothing but a dark room of black marble stone, nothing but a door off to one side to let a little light in.  

Where the hell were you? You shivered as panic started to set into you. 

What the hell happened?

"Captain, I see your logic in the dangers of this plan, but I have calculated it..."

"Spock, damnit, I have told you a million times you are not going down there."

"You have only told me six times, and this is the only way to rescue Lieutenant Y/L/N..."

"Really?  Do you really think you can convince me you are being totally subjective about this just because you won't even call her, one of your closest friends, by her first name?"

"I am being subjective, do you not think if it were any other crewman down there I would not try to save them as well?"

"No, because for as long as I have know you, you have never gone with a plan that has less than 40% chance of success, because, as you say, 'logic dictates'..."

"Jim, taunting me at such time is a very bad idea."

"Yeah?  Whatcha gonna do?  Hit me?"

"Possibly..."

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!" Bones stormed onto the bridge to see the two, Jim and Spock, near inches from the other, anger and fury in both their gazes. 

"Will you two stop trying to kill each other for a second and consider how idiotic you two are being?" Bones flicked his gaze between the two men, his hands waving in furious movements, "Jim," He turned to Jim, "I am surprised at you not even considering a plan that would save a crewman's life.  And, Spock." He turned to Spock, "I am very surprised that you have not recognized your own emotional investment in this situation and deemed yourself unfit for this mission."

They both blinked at Bones, both processing their own accusations, and they both seemed to relax their shoulders. 

Incoming transmission.  Incoming transmission. 

"Captain, it's from Hexon-V." Uhura's voice came from her station. 

"Open communication channels, and display video." Jim ordered. 

A sharp hiss escaped Spock as what was displayed was not just the face of Hexon-V's leader, but of you, blindfolded, gagged, and in his firm grip that he held around your jaw.  

"Captain Kirk.  Commander Spock.  Dr. McCoy.  Glad to have all of your attention.  I am called Hex, the leader of my planet, on which this little thing has trespassed." His voice was a hiss, a lull, a washing sound and Spock stepped forward instinctively. 

"Release her." His words were short, clipped, not a request, a demand. 

"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Spock, so much emotion, I am astounded.  Is she your little pet?  Your little thing?  So pretty." He squeezed your jaw tighter with his words and a little whimpered "Spock" left  your lips. 

"Release her."  Again a demand, but his voice almost broke, almost cracked.

"Oh, that, Mr. Spock, is up to you.  See, I want to keep her around for a little while because I want something from her.  I want to play a game."

"This isn't a game, Hex." This time it was Jim to speak, to step up.  

"But, you see, to me it is." Hex reached behind your head and tugged the blindfold off, and you were finally able to see again, "Take a look here, pretty one, because this is the last you're ever going to see of your precious Vulcan lover-boy, if he doesn't comply to my game." 

Spock's gaze roamed your bruised, bloodied and terrified face and he actually felt a pang of fear flash through him, "What are your conditions?"

Hex's face stretched in a gruesome smile, "I want you, Spock, down here in one hour or your pretty little plaything will die." He gave a squish to your cheeks roughly, "Got it?  Good."

The last thing Spock saw before the channel shut off was your eyes. 

You were afraid that the last thing you would see of Spock would be that desperate, terrible look on his face, his eyes searching yours as if you had all the answers.  But you didn't.  You had nothing.  

Hex still had you by a death grip around your jaw and he turned your head so you were forced to look at him.  

"Let's hope Mr. Spock is smart enough to play by my rules, or his name will be the last thing on your lips before we tear you limb-from-limb." Hex's words sent droplets of spit flying into your face and you would have given anything to reach up and wipe them off. 

"Let's get her prepped."

You gulped as best you could with the gag in your mouth.

“You are an absolute menace, the most disgusting being I have ever met, do you not think Spock is smarter than you?  Because he is, quite a bit so actually, and he will smush you, like a bug.  Because that’s what you are.  A bug.” The gag had left your lips only seconds before you started spewing insults at Hex, who had a tight grip on your arm, your hands still tied behind your back. 

He didn’t respond to your taunts so you continued, “You do realize that Spock isn’t going to come down here alone, right?  He’s going to come down here with an army of angry Starfleet officers and kill you all.”

Hex’s next words were whispered into your ear, his rank breath brushing over your skin, “And when he does, I will kill you instantly.  Is that what you want?  Is that what you’re prepared for, little one?”

He moved beside you, resting a hand on your neck, and dismissing the rest of his guard.  He undid the blindfold over your eyes and the light in the room was blinding.  Hex had moved you to a massive room, the ceiling tall and towering, light streaming in through windows at the top of the stone arches that lined the walls.  

Then, out of the corner your eye you saw something in his hand and you froze. Between his fingers he spun a long silver needle with an orange liquid loaded into it.  

Panic consumed you, grasped you tightly, left you breathless. 

It was cut short by a familiar whooshing sound, followed by the sparkly gold lights of a transporter beam.  

"Looks like your knight on a white horse is coming for you, love." 

Spock appeared seconds later, and you nearly fell forward as you called out for him, but Hex's grip was tight on your neck. 

"Welcome, Mr. Spock.  Glad you could join us.  Now let's see who's going to emerge from this little game alive." Hex laughed. 

As soon his words ended a sharp pain shot into your neck as he pressed the needle in.  You squeezed your eyes shut and cried out, Spock stepping forward as the liquid was injected. 

It was mere seconds before pain enveloped your entire body and the world went black. 

Spock watched as the needle pierced your skin and the orange liquid disappeared.  You lurched forward and screamed before Hex withdrew the needle and released you.  You blinked hard, still bent over for a few seconds before you stood up straight and stood at Hex’s side. 

"What did you do to her?" Spock questioned. 

Something was wrong with your eyes.  Spock found that your eyes held a great deal of emotion, and there always seemed have a happy lilt to them.  But right now they were blank, dead, empty as you stared straight ahead.  

Hex undid your shackles and you didn't run to Spock, didn't turn around and knock Hex flat, like Spock knew you could, you just stood there, staring straight ahead.  

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Her." Spock demanded. 

Hex smiled that evil smile again and stepped around your eerily un-moving form towards Spock, hands clasped behind his back, "Like I said, I wanted to play a little game.  And like I said, if you came down her, she would live. Because what I just gave her, was a little serum I developed myself.  It makes the person bend to my commands, without question." 

Hex turned his back to Spock, "So I can say, Y/N, touch your nose."

You did. 

"Hop up and down." 

You did. 

"Isn't this great?" Hex laughed, "You see, Spock, what I am going to ask her to do next is going to be the start of our little game.  And whoever makes it out of our little game will get to go home, safe and sound, scout's honour."

Spock stepped forward warily, every muscle tensed with caution, "What are you going to ask her to do?"

"I am going to ask her to kill you." 

His words seemed to resound through out the large room. 

Hex continued, "So you will have no choice to fight to the death.  She kills you or you kill her.  Easy as pie."

Spock's eyes darkened, "Why are you doing this?" His voice was quiet. 

"Because I want to see you dead, Spock." Hex was suddenly serious. 

"Then why not just kill me?  Why the game?"

Hex let out a loud laugh and clapped his hands together, and it almost made Spock started with how on edge he was, "Because it's more fun.  Now, this is boring me.  Let's begin."

Spock was about to let out a "no", but Hex continued, pulling out a large silver broadsword from his holster. 

"Y/N.  Kill him.  Kill Spock."

Spock watched in horror as you turned your empty gaze onto him, taking the broadsword from Hex without looking at him and weighing it in your hand. 

"Begin." The one word from Hex's lips and you lunged forward, towards Spock, without hesitation. 

Spock reeled back in surprise at the sudden attack and turned to follow Hex, but he was quickly retreating out the door, which slid shut with a loud thunk behind him. 

Spock didn't have much time to contemplate the situation before you were on him again, swinging the sword with a strength and purpose that he had never seen in you before.  

"Y/N." He gasped as he dodged your next swing, and barely had time to say, "stop", before you were swinging again. 

And again and again and again, and if Spock weren't Vulcan you would have probably taken him down by now, but he was able to evade the blade save for catching the broad side on his forearms a couple times, knocking it away. 

"Y/N." He hissed as you nicked his elbow with the blade.  

Your dead eyes seemed un-seeing as you attacked, and your face was frozen in a serious frown.

Finally, Spock was able to get behind you and he laced one arm across your chest and the other grabbed your wrist, hard, so you called out and dropped the sword to the floor with a clatter. 

Spock took your elbow to his gut, hard enough to make him lean back and you stomped on his foot before spinning away from his grasp.  

"Y/N, stop.  You are under influence of his drug.  Stop." Spock tried, but you lunged for him again.  

His forearms blocked your swinging kicks, but Spock was surprised by your fist connecting with his jaw.  As he reeled backwards, he watched you scramble for the sword again, his stomach dropping as you wielded it again.  

Spock's mind was running at a mile a minute, trying to think of solutions, of antidotes, of a way to at least incapacitate you without killing you, long enough to get you back aboard the Enterprise.  But he couldn't get close enough to Vulcan pinch you, and couldn't get a good swing in.  

He barely had time to pull out of the way when a sharp pain rippled down his forearm as he returned his focus to you, who had swung the sword with a great amount of force. 

Spock stepped backwards with each subsequent swing, until his back hit the stone wall.  At that moment he decided what he was going to have to do. Using his Vulcan speed and strength, he caught your upper arms as you swung again and threw his body weight forward, spinning you around so you were now against the wall, and he was pressing you into it.  

Spock struggled to hold you there, as you resisted hard, and the sword was still poised between your bodies.  You tried to raise it to get at his neck, and Spock was able to deflect it so it dug into the skin of his shoulder instead.  

"Y/N." He gritted his teeth as he pressed his whole body into yours.  

The sword dug deeper as you resisted more, and Spock saw you up close, the sweat glistening off your forehead, your blank eyes, your angry frown.  It wasn't you.  It wasn't right.  And that feeling of wrongness spurred him on to press you harder into the wall.  This pressed the sword more into the muscle of his shoulder, but he couldn't focus on that now. 

"Y/N." He reached for the skin of your face, trying to keep you pinned with his body, "Stop." He breathed. 

Finally his fingers brushed your cheek and he was able to connect with you. The instant he felt the connection he pushed a memory into you, a feeling. 

"Commander Spock, you cannot just come in here and start demanding things like you own the place, I will not stand for it."

"You do not need to stand for anything, lieutenant, for I have superiority in this situation and don not need your permission."

"Insufferable." Spock heard you mumble as you stalked away. 

That was the first time you met.

Spock broke from the memory as you tried to kick at his ankles, but he knew what he was doing now, and he pressed tighter.  He sent you another memory. 

“I can’t believe you’ve never been surfing, Spock.  Well, actually I can believe it, but still.” 

Spock watched as you extended your hand to him, and he hesitated. 

“C’mon, let’s catch some waves.  I promise it’s fun!” 

You wiggled your fingers at Spock, and something to do with that, the sparkle in your eyes and that coaxing smile on your lips, made Spock reach forward and take your hand. 

That’s the first time you kissed, and you didn’t even know it. 

The pain grew in Spock's shoulder, but the pressure decreased as you seemed to falter, your eyes blinking a few times, but you remained under the influence of the serum. 

"Y/N, please." Spock begged and forced another memory into your brain. 

“Can’t we just stay here forever?”

Spock peered down at your head, where it was leaned against his chest. 

“If we do, we will be either eaten by coyotes, or develop 3rd degree sunburns on our exposed skin and become so dehydrated that we die.”

“You’re no fun.” You teased and smacked Spock’s stomach lightly. 

Spock dared at that moment to stroke his fingers down your back gently, and you responded by nuzzling deeper into his chest.  He wondered if there was any possible way you had feelings of affection for him, because he sure had feelings of affection for you. 

That was the happiest that Spock's ever been.

The sword hit the ground with a clatter.  Spock could feel your muscles clenching and then unclenching as if you were trying to decide whether to attack or not, and he watched as your eyes focused and unfocused.  

"Y/N.  Ashau nash-veh du." Spock breathed, grabbing your hands and snapping them up beside your head, pinning you there, “Y/N, stop, please.”

He pressed his open palms into yours tightly, taking the feelings that these memories elicited in him and forcing them into you.  Happiness, affection, love, anger as he fought with you, fear at the thought of losing you.  Everything.  

And with a sudden jerk and gritted teeth your head hit the wall behind you, your eyes squeezing shut.  Finally you stopped fighting against Spock, your breathing heavy and laboured.  Eventually, you opened your eyes and met Spock’s gaze, and your expression was no longer blank or empty, it was you again.  

“Spock.” The word escaped your mouth and you sighed in relief. 

Spock kept you pressed into the wall for a few moments more before he tilted forward and pressed his forehead to yours, “We must get back to the Enterprise.”

You met his eyes, which were only inches from your own, and nodded as you entwined your fingers in his. 

Dr. McCoy had let you into Spock’s room to wait for him while he was treated and gave an official report.  You contemplated lying down and trying to get some rest while you waited for him, but decided against it.  So you stayed perched on the edge of Spock’s bed, trying to recall exactly what had happened, and not remembering a second of it.  

The last thing you remembered as the look on Spock’s face when the video link was cut off.  How Spock rescued you, or why he was in the medbay for so long was lost to you, though you tried with all of your might to remember.  

Your answers would soon come to you, as when Spock walked through the door of his quarters and stopped just inside the room, his eyes on you curiously, everything came back.  

You stood and cautiously made your way over to Spock, and noticed a bandage over his shoulder and his elbow, as well as a fading bruise on his jaw. His regular uniform blues had been traded for a soft grey t-shirt. 

“I did this to you.” You reached your fingertips up to touch his injured arm, but decided against it, moving to touch the bruise on his jaw instead. 

“You were under the influence of the serum, it is not your fault.” Spock’s voice was cool, calculated, but his gaze was full of some emotion you couldn’t place. 

“I hurt you, Spock, I remember hurting you.” 

“It is not your fault.” He used to fingers to move your hand away from his face softly.

You searched his face, looking for any sort of anger, or hatred, but finding none, only that same look that you couldn’t place. 

“I’m sorry.” He let you say, not that he needed to hear it, but more for you to say it.  

A moment passed before he reached out to hold your upper arm, much like just before the mission, but this time it was skin on skin, and you could swear you felt your heart beating in your throat. 

“You’re crying.  Y/N, you don’t need to cry, I am “all in one piece” as you say.”

You wiped at the tears that collected on your cheeks and sighed, nodding up at him before a troublesome feeling overtook you, “All I can remember is fighting you.  Oh, Spock.  I can remember how much I wanted to kill you.  The desire was in my veins, in my brain, everywhere.  I would have killed you.  You would have let me kill you.”

Sobs wracked your body and you felt like you were only being held up by Spock’s hand on your arm.  He seemed to be sending you waves of assurance, of calm, through his skin and into yours. 

“That’s not of importance anymore.  We are both out alive.” He seemed to draw nearer to you, and you wanted nothing more than to curl into the warmth of his chest. 

“How did I get out of the influence of the serum?  I remember fighting you, and then waking up, but that’s it.” 

Like this.

The words seemed to resonate in your brain, and you quickly realized it was Spock speaking through your skin-to-skin connection.  You guessed he could sense your confusion and so he spoke again. 

I sent you memories and feelings.  To remind you of yourself.

The idea of forgetting yourself terrified you, and you were thankful when Spock sent another feeling of assurance into you.  

“So what memories did you send?” Your voice was barely a whisper. 

The images of the first time you met Spock flashed through your brain and you laughed, remembering how much you hated him at first. 

Then, from your first shore leave as friends, and you had gone to the beach together.  Spock was actually very good at surfing.  

Then, from the time you got stranded on the top of a mountain of a foreign planet together and spent two days up there, talking and trying to stay alive until help came. 

What surprised you most about the memories was the emotions that went along with them.   You had always felt this connection with Spock, ever since you met, but you never thought he would return your feelings.  Ever. 

Another tear slipped down your cheek, and you let out a watery laugh before you spoke, “So Vulcan’s kiss with their fingertips?”

Spock hummed in response, low and soft, and it made you melt a little. 

“Will you show me?” Your voice was barely a whisper. 

Spock’s dark eyes met yours now and he tilted his head to the side slightly. 

Raising your hand between you, you felt your breath hitch when his fingers released your arm and brushed against your own.  

The flow of your tears stopped as his fingertips pressed more insistently into yours, and you gasped at the feeling of affection that enveloped you.  You exhaled and sent him a wave of your own affection.  He seemed to shudder in response.  

Sliding your fingers in between his, you felt the wave of emotion subside, and you dropped your connected hands between you.  

“You told me you loved me.” You breathed, staring at his chest, “When you were trying to stop me, you told me you loved me.”

“I did not think you would remember it.” His words brushed across your forehead, “I did not think you would understand it, as it was in Vulcan.”

You let out a soft laugh, daring a quick look up at him, “I learned how to say I love you in Vulcan.  Last week, actually.  Nyota taught me.” You dropped your eyes sheepishly. 

Fingers pushed your chin up and gently rested there, keeping you in place with the hand of his injured arm. 

“I find that is pleasing to hear, Y/N.”

You felt a soft smile pull at your lips, “So you meant it?”

The corner of his mouth turned up, and you found yourself staring at the curve of his lips, “I did.” His fingers crooked behind your ear and pulled you closer, “I do.”

“Will you stay with me tonight, Spock?”

“As this is my room, I believe that I should be asking that question.”

You laughed and shook your head softly, reaching up on your tiptoes so your face was more level with his.  

“Will you let me stay with you tonight?” Your gaze slipped back and forth between his eyes. 

Spock’s untangled his fingers from yours and slipped his arm around your back, pulling your chests flush together.  

“Of course, Y/N, please stay.”

Your face broke into a smile, leaning in and pressing your lips to his softly. 

“If you insist.” 

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Yeoman, huh?

Intro: So this is a LONG LONG LONG overdue request from @annalisehartmann so I apologize a million times over and over for the lateness of this one.  But it’s super long so I hope that makes up for it!  And I kinda love it a lot so I hope it’s alright!

I guess I’ll start us off for the Trek Fest 2017!  Organized by the amazing @outside-the-government and the first week is all about Jim!  It just so happened that I finished this and scheduled it to post today, without even knowing it was June 1st lol.   

Pairing: Jim x reader

Word Count: 4,300ish (haha whoops)

Summary: The reader is an accomplished yeoman assigned to the Enterprise to work with Jim Kirk. They only know of Kirk what comes from his reputation, which isn’t very good. But once they start working together, they realize the Captain is not all of what his reputation sets before him.  When aliens attack the ship, the reader gets caught up in the battle.  Are they willing to risk everything to save the man they are falling for?

Warning: very fluffy.  much fluff.  

A/N: So my starting idea for this one is that the reader has the wrong idea about Jim, and goes into working with him with this idea.  I do not think Jim is any of the things the reader thinks, but that is just part of the story.  

Also, I had to throw Scotty in there, of course I did.  He’s my fave, of course! 

Let me know what you think about Jim’s characterization here, because I feel like it was more TOS than AOS (see notes at bottom for more).  

-Enjoy!-

You knew you wanted to be a yeoman ever since you were little.  

Every other kid wanted to be a doctor, or lawyer, or a captain.  But not you. You loved listening to the stories your mom told, as she was a yeoman herself, and you knew the position inside and out, even before you could pursue the career itself.   You wanted to be the right hand of the captain, helping to organize things and filter information, and set the captain straight as needed.

You had been top of your class at the Academy, and had been assigned to 5 different ships, 5 different captains in the 5 years since you graduated, and you loved every single minute of it. 

After just finishing up a 6 month mission, you were excited to hear what your new assignment would be. 

But when the name showed up on your PADD, you groaned. 

“What?” Your best friend, Rowena, looked over your shoulder. 

“I’m assigned to the Enterprise.” You informed, skimming over your new assignment. 

“What?!  That’s amazing!” She shook your shoulder, but you gave a grunt. 

“Yeah, so amazing, except I’ll have to work with the infamous Captain James T. Kirk.”  Your tone was laced with sarcasm.  

“DUDE!” She slapped your arm excitedly and you scowled, “You are so lucky!  I’ve heard he’s super hot.” 

Rowena sighed longingly and you threw your PADD onto the bed, flopping back onto it so you were staring at the ceiling. 

“Yeah, sure, and an entitled, cocky, arrogant prick who just wants to get in every woman’s pants.”

Rowena flopped down beside you, “What’s so bad about that?  God knows you could use some.”

“Ro!” You gasped and slapped her arm, but you weren’t mad, this was just how she was, giving it to you straight and narrow. 

“It’s true, Y/N.” She giggled, “how long is the mission?” 

“Five years.” You raised your eyebrows in mirror to her expression and nodded. 

“That’s a long time.”

“I know.”

Rowena turned suddenly onto her side, making the bed jump a little, “Y/N, you are the best yeoman that I have ever met.  You can, and you have, handled complete asshats that call themselves captains, so you will give this Captain Kirk a run for his money if he’s anything like people say.  You got this.” 

You smiled.  She always knew exactly what to say, hopefully this time she was right. 

The Enterprise was the most beautiful ship you had ever seen, let alone been on.  As you walked the halls, you tried to admire the architecture of the inside of the ship, but you couldn't too much because you were lost and couldn't find the bridge, where you were supposed to report.  

You had to ask three separate times for directions and finally when you found it, Captain Kirk hadn't even arrived yet.  You drew into the back of the mingling crowd, pulling out your PADD to get ready to take notes.  You knew you probably didn't need to, but it was part of your job and it helped you focus. 

After a few minutes, Captain Kirk finally arrived, hurrying through the lift doors onto the captain's platform, looking a little out of breath.  And his command gold shirt was on backwards.  

He jumped right into his speech, oozing charisma and smiles as he spoke, and you dutifully took notes.  After the speech, you watched and waited until everyone had went up to Captain Kirk and introduced themselves, taking the time to observe your new captain.   He had golden blond hair and a dazzling smile, his posture sure-of-himself and welcoming, and you tried to match your previous notions about him to this man in front of you.  

"I'm going to head down to get the preliminary reports from Scotty, com me if you need me." He spoke to Spock, the first officer. 

"Captain Kirk?" 

He smiled as you approached, and you were thrown off by the blue of his eyes, almost crystalline, and they crinkled around the edges when he smiled.  

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N, your new yeoman." You extended your hand and he took it, shaking it firmly. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N, I'm sorry but I have to get down to engineering but we can get more acquainted when I get back." He nodded and took off in the direction of the lift.

"Captain?" You called. 

He stopped.

"Are you familiar with the job description of a yeoman?" You asked, placing your hand on your hip.

He turned back to you, his eyebrow raised, and his gaze searching and confused. 

"It includes retrieving reports and filtering information back to the captain." You informed, walking slowly up to the puzzled captain, "So I will go get these reports, and you can sit your pretty little behind in your chair and do whatever captains do."

You knew you probably shouldn't be so sassy with your tone on your first meeting with him, but you couldn't push the thought of his reputation out of your mind.  

"Right, yep, I apologize, Y/N, I'll take a seat then, and you can go run and get those reports." Captain Kirk pursed his lips and slid back over to his chair, dipping his head and actually looking a little apologetic.  

Walking over to stand next to his chair, you looked down at him, "I've been told that you have never had a yeoman before, and I am here to assure you I'm here for anything you need.  I've been around the block a few times before." You found yourself relaxing next to the smiling captain. 

"Good to know, Y/N," He tilted his head as he looked up at you from his chair, "I look forward to working together."

You smiled down at him, "Oh, and Captain?" You mused, "Your shirt's on backwards." 

His eyes widened and he glanced down at the shirt, already starting to pull on the sleeves as you retreated to the lift. 

Add idiot to your list of adjectives to describe Jim Kirk. 

You could quickly scratch that off your list as Jim Kirk was definitely not an idiot.

"What is the level the war core is running at?" Jim said as he read the report that you had retrieved. 

"3.5.  Scotty said we are doing jus' fine." You pulled out the Scottish accent and it made Jim smile. 

"And the radio connectivity of the generators?  Are they still within normal levels?" 

"Yes, Ensign Heather said they were a little high the other day but they handled it."

"And the..." 

"The pressure in the power cells has not exceeded maximum level." You recited, know knowing exactly what he was going to ask. Jim looked up at you, handing you back your PADD with a brush of his fingers on yours, and he seemed satisfied with your work. 

You were getting used to delivering reports like this.  Every time you came back with a report from any part of the ship, he would question you on the details.  Like when you would return from engineering, you quickly learned to gather as much information as possible because he seemed to know everything about everything that came back to him.  He would ask what levels the warp core was set at, what the detailed numbers were involving radiowaves, and generators, and comlinks were.  Things that you had never even heard of.  But you learned quickly.  

And it was kind of fun, learning all these new terms.  You always loved getting to work with a new captain, falling in step next to them, learning what they liked and disliked, how they ran things.  It was one of your favourite parts about the job.

You could also cross 'entitled' off your list, because most of the time he actually forgot you were there and would get up to go get something himself.  Most of the other captains you worked with had you running around like a madwoman, retrieving this and that, not excluding coffee runs and delivering personal messages.  

But not Jim.  He thanked you each and every time you returned to the bridge with something for him, and when you brought him his lunch one time, because he had forgotten to go for a break, he insisted that you needn't do that for him.

“Captain, must I remind you, again, that it’s my job?” You teased, setting down his lunch tray. 

“I know, but...” 

“No buts, Captain, I am happy to do it.” The genuine tone of your voice surprised you, and it made Jim tilt his head to the side and squint his eyes at you curiously. 

The gaze made heat rush to your cheeks, and you quickly ducked away, claiming you had notes to organize.  

"Captain, I have the report you asked for from Dr. McCoy, as well as I filed the navigation charts for our next week's journey." You walked over towards the captain's chair, engrossed in a file on your PADD, but were stopped by a set of hands on your shoulders. 

"You should watch where you're going, Y/N." You looked up to meet Jim's blue eyes near inches from your own.  

You stepped back on instinct, "Sorry, Captain, I was just getting the next task sorted in my head."

He chuckled lowly, "You work too hard, Y/N, and I told you to call me Jim." 

"Sorry, Jim, I'm just used to calling captains, Captain." You blushed, and thrust the PADD into Jim's hands, a little too roughly.  

He gave you an amused side-eye and you felt yourself blush even more.  

"I'd like to buy you a drink later, if you'll have me." Jim dropped his arm, the PADD swinging at his side, and your head sprung up at the statement. 

"Uh... I..." You stammered, making the mistake to meet his eyes and you nearly swooned at the sight of the bright blue irises. 

"I apologize if I have assumed too much, Y/N, you don't have to." His eyes turned downwards now, his stoic facade breaking only for a moment. 

"No, Cap- I mean, Jim I would love to have a drink with you." You smiled up at him and his mouth stretched into a smile as well. 

"Really?"

You nodded. 

"Well then, we can head there after shift."

"Sounds like a plan." You chirped, butterflies set aflutter in your stomach which brought your voice up an octave, and you tried to hide it with a cough.  

Jim just looked amused at how flustered you seemed, and you gave a quick shrug to your shoulders before nearly bolting for the lift doors. 

"Ro, he's actually really nice." You were sprawled out on your bed with your com to your ear, just having returned from having drinks with Jim, and you were still all jittery from it.  

You and him had talked all evening, and you could definitely now cross 'arrogant' off your list because he was the sweetest person, and the best listener, you had ever talked to.  The evening was spent chatting and laughing, with a few suggestive brushes of fingers and knees, but nothing too intimate, and he had walked you back to your quarters, bidding you goodnight, nothing more.  

"Have you slept with him yet?" Rowena asked, and you snorted. 

"No!  No, I haven't." You defended, grinning to yourself and biting your fist. 

"But you've thought about it, right?"

"RO!"

"Okay, okay!  But I can hear it in your tone, you like him." She teased.  

"I DO NOT!" You argued, with much less fight in your voice than you intended, "But he's a really good guy, okay, NOT that I'm going to sleep with him."

Rowena's giggles resounded through the com, and it made you laugh too.  You missed your best friend. 

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, sweetie." Rowena giggled.

"Yeah," You thought of his crystal blue eyes and sweet smile, "me too."

The next day you arrived on shift, expecting a warm welcome by Jim, but he wasn't in his chair.  Asking First Officer Spock where the captain could be, he told you that he hadn't arrived on shift yet, which was very unlike Jim.  You waited patiently for him, busying yourself, your eyes constantly flicking back and forth from your work to the lift doors. 

"I'm going to go check the engineering room to see if Jim's there." You said non-noncommittally, to no one in particular, and turned to stride out the door.  

The hallways leading up to the engineering room were eerily quiet, and you found yourself tiptoeing on instinct, your pulse racing in your ears.  

"Jim?" You called into the empty corridor with no response. 

Reaching the door you found it ajar, the lights in the engineering room dark as you tentatively stuck your head in.  You were going to call out again when you heard the mumble of voices.  Stepping along the metal bridge that ran along the outside edge of the engineering room, you kept silent and clutched your PADD to your chest.  

Then, finally, a few figures came into view and you froze, crouching down instinctively.  Holding your breath, you peered over the edge and saw five figures, two you recognized as Scotty and Jim, the others were dark, hooded aliens.  Jim and Scotty were nearly backed up against some boilers, the aliens pointing some large weapons at them, and they were talking, but it was too far away for you to hear anything.  

Jim appeared to say something, looking very fierce and captain-ly, and the voice of the aliens grew louder, and they appeared to advance on Jim and Scotty.  Panic flood through you as Jim and Scotty pressed up against the boiler and the alien's weapons raised menacingly.  

"JIM!" 

The syllable was out of your mouth and echoing across the engineering room before you could stop it.

The attack on Jim and Scotty paused, and all heads spun in your direction. You froze, your mouth hanging open, in a half crouch on the metal bridge. 

Jim looked at you for a moment, but then turned back to the aliens and swung at them.  He managed to get the weapon from the hands of the closest alien, who seemed to bark orders at the other two, and you go the message loud and clear, even though it was in whatever language they spoke. 

Get the girl.

You gulped as you saw them dash for the stairs and you took off, and the last thing you saw was Jim’s eyes on you before you were out of view.  

You had been in a few battles before, but you were usually told to get out of harm’s way and hide, because you had barely any fighting experience.  You had taken a few classes on self-defense, and practiced with Rowena at the gym in the Academy, but hadn’t had to use your skills much.  

Why the thought of your and Ro’s gym matches were going through your mind at a time like this you had no idea, but you were snapped back into reality very quickly.  One of the aliens was coming down the bridge in front of you, and the other was coming from behind you.  You were trapped. 

Adrenaline left your mouth dry and your limps shook, when you realized you still held your PADD in your hands.  Looking around you, you decided that your only way out was to go over the edge of the railing.  

So in one fell swoop you tossed the PADD at the oncoming alien, it bouncing off him uselessly, but it made him stop for a second, giving you just enough time to hop over the railing and land on the top of the nearest boiler.  

The aliens shouted at you as you skidded across the top of the slippery metal boiler, and let out a garbled scream when you slid to the edge.  You managed to get a hold on one of the metal railings sticking off the boiler, and you slammed into the side as you fell, your arm nearly being wretched from it’s socket as you dangled. 

“Help!” You croaked, kicking out at the boiler to see if you could pull yourself up a bit, but it was no use.  

“Let go, lass, I’ll catch ya!” A voice from below you, Scotty, with his arms raised and a cut down the side of his face. 

“It’s too high!” You squeaked, your arm beginning to tremble from trying to hold up your weight. 

Two loud clanks sounded over your head and you managed to look up, it was the ones who were trying to get to you, landing on the top of the boiler.  

You heard Scotty swear from below you, and you saw his red shirt move out of view. 

“Scotty!  What-” You started, but suddenly the boiler jerked and something clanked again, and you jostled against the side. 

You heard, rather than saw the two aliens fall into the boiler, Scotty must have opened a panel in the top, and they were enveloped into the water which splashed over the side onto you, and you sputtered.  

Their screams were unusually loud and pained for just behind immersed in water, and you shook as they beat the inside.  Your arm was beginning to burn and you cried out again when suddenly the shaking stopped.  

“Well tha’s interesting.” 

You met Scotty’s eyes, who had moved back to underneath you, “Scot-”

Your hand suddenly slipped, probably due to a mix of your tired muscles and the water-covered handle, and you fell, not even able to cry out and you landed directly on top of Scotty.  His form softened your fall a little, but knocked him to the ground, you on top of him, and you could hear his groans and curses.  

Rolling off of him, you bent over on your hands and knees, gasping for air.  

“Y/N?  Scotty?  Are you alright?” It was Jim’s voice now, and his knees came into view. 

He took your collective groans and gasps as a ‘no’ and you felt a hand on your back as he tilted you back and his concerned blue eyes met yours. 

“’m okay.  I landed on Scotty, so he must’a got the brunt of it.” You urged him, but let yourself be comforted by his gaze for a moment before you pushed him towards Scotty. 

Scotty seemed to right himself quickly, though he was favouring his right side, a hand on his ribs, and you felt instantly bad.  You stood shakily, leaning on the side of the boiler.

“You have to get out of here, there is another group on the other side of the room, heading our way.” Jim’s voice cut through your struggle and his hand found your shoulder. 

“There’s more of them?!” You rasped, bending over to catch your breath. 

“You get out of here, Y/N, I’m serious.  Go.” He placed his hand on your back and you straightened up. 

“No, I can help, they don’t like water, Jim, it dissolved the other two aliens, we can stop them-.”

“No, go, now.  That’s an order.” His gaze was fierce and insistent, but you thought you could see a touch of pleading in his expression. 

You only nodded and moved to Scotty, tugging on his arm to get him to follow you.  

You met Jim’s eyes one last time as you retreated, silently begging the universe to let you be able to see those blue eyes again. 

Once you were out of sight you turned to Scotty, stopping suddenly. 

“We have to flood the engineering room.” You met the engineer’s wide eyes. 

“But Jim said-”

“I don’t care what Jim said, we can’t just leave him to defeat an army of aliens all on his own.  He’ll die.” Your voice cracked on the last word, and Scotty raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Alrigh’.” He nodded. “There’s a way.  As soon as I saw those things get all washed away inside tha’ boiler, I knew what we needed t’a do.  Follow me.”

You gave Scotty a nervous, but appreciative smile as you followed him deep into the engineering room.

A few minutes later, a plan was devised and you and Scotty were in position.  

You were up on the metal bridge again, tucked into the side of it, and you watched with horror as the army of aliens mad there way towards Jim, who seemed to be limping.  

“Y’a ready, lass?” Scotty’s voice came through your com. 

Though you swear you’d never felt your heart beat this fast before, you gulped and nodded, “Ready.”

“Ok, go.”

At those words you surged forward, dashing along the metal bridge, your feet landing heavily and loudly as you ran, which didn’t concern you at all, because that was kind of the point.   

“HEY!  STUPID ALIEN PEOPLE!  OVER HERE!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, and all eyes turned to you once again, the alien group changing direction and heading your way, away from Jim. 

“NOW SCOTTY!” You screamed and grabbed onto the railing for dear life.  

The whole room seemed to shudder, and there was an impossibly loud set of creaking, which you knew were the boilers opening and beginning to overflow. 

“Jim!  Jim, get up!  Onto the ledge!” You urged, meeting his eyes with a flash of panic, having realized that you forgot to warn him. 

His form was small from your high perch, but he paused for only a second before rushing to the nearest set of stairs and beginning to climb, quickly getting lost in the sea of metal stairs and railings. 

Water rushed into the room, starting to flow across the floor, and you silently begged it to go faster, as the aliens were starting to realize that something was wrong and were heading in your direction.  

But your pleading seemed to work as another wave of water rushed across the floor and soon reached the feet of the aliens.  Very quickly they were screeching and scattering, trying to get away from the water, but it was no use, your plan was a success.  

Scotty had locked the exit doors, sealed them so the water didn’t leak across the ship, but also so the aliens had no where to go.  

You sank to the floor, your hands pressed to your ears, as the screeching was so bad and loud that it was almost painful.  Peeking a glance to the aliens, you could see they were dropping like flies, slowly being disintegrated into dark blobs in the water, some of them trying to dash back to where you assumed their ship boarded, but they slipped and fell and were soon washed away.  

Suddenly the room when quiet.  You could tell when Scotty shut off the water, because the creaking stopped, and the water seemed to settle.  

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding and pressed your head back against the railing, dropping your hands from your ears.  

You did it.  

Relief flooded through you as you shakily stood, and suddenly another, quieter set of yelling met your ears.  It brought a smile to your mouth when you realized it was Scotty whooping in success from across the room.  

You whooped once in response and pumped your fist in triumph as you slowly made your way across the bridge again, your limps still shaky as the adrenaline began to wane.  

You stopped suddenly when you realized there was another form at the end of the bridge in front of you.  This one was not a dark, scary alien, but a gold-shirted Jim Kirk, his eyes set in a glare and fists were clenched at his side as he made his way across the bridge. 

"That was stupid, really stupid." Jim mumbled as he stalked towards you, looking very angry, and it took you aback. 

"Jim-" You started. 

"So goddamn brave but so stupid." He was getting closer now and you took a step back, unsure of how to react. 

"I'm sorry." You were frozen in place.  

Jim didn't respond, instead he placed a hand on either side of your head and crushed his lips to yours in a kiss.  It took you a few seconds to react, as his action was so surprising, but you eventually leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.  It was a few moments of pure bliss.  You had just beat the aliens, saved your captain and probably the entire ship, and now Jim Kirk was kissing you.  It was exhilarating.

Pulling back to breathe, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck to keep him close, his hands sliding down to your hips now.  

“Wow.” You breathed, “I should rescue you more often.”

His touched his forehead to yours, and he let an exhale out, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said and gave you another soft kiss, barely a brush of his lips against yours, “But promise me you’ll never put yourself in danger like that again.”

You could only nod and you reached up, pushing his hair back over his ear, and he closed his eyes at the touch. 

You took the opportunity to lean in and press another gentle kiss to his lips, a shiver running down your spine, which you could attribute to either the feeling of his hands on your waist or the fact that you were still soaking wet from the water from the boiler.  

“Shouldn’t you reprimand me for disobeying a direct order?” You tilted your head at him playfully. 

A smile, “We’ll talked about that later.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple and slung his arm around your shoulders, leading you across the bridge, the way he came.  

“We better go find Scotty and get him and you to the medbay.” Jim said dutifully and you gave his side a squeeze, leaning into his warmth. 

“And talk to him about how we’re going to clean up this mess.” You noted, looking out to the foot of murky brown water that covered the engineering room floor. 

Jim huffed a laugh and helped you ease down the stairs on to the next level, nearing where Scotty was.  

And in that moment, with his arm slung around your shoulders and his around your waist, you knew, with a rush of clarity, that Jim Kirk was nothing like you expected, but everything you needed. 

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NOTES ON THE CHARACTERIZATION OF JIM KIRK (ignore if you wish):

I really struggled with this one for a while.  I wrote a bunch of it all at once, and it just didn’t sit right, so I left it for a while, because I dreaded going back to write it.  

But as I re-read it, I began to like it more and more, and found I really liked it.  

I feel like Jim was more TOS than AOS in this one.  For some reason I couldn’t put my thumb on AOS Jim’s character this time around, so this feels more TOS to me (even though I heartily ship TOS Spirk).  

Please let me know what you thought of his character, if it was true to him or not.  

Maybe it’s because I’ve been writing and focusing a lot more on Scotty lately, that I feel like I am losing my grip on his (and Bones’ for that matter) character, and this is me easing back into it?  I don’t know.  But I like this story even so.  

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Not The Only Ones

Intro: So this is for Sulu week of Trek Fest 2017!  Hosted by the ever-lovely @outside-the-government!  This is also my first Sulu fic ever so be gentle. 

Pairing: Sulu x reader

Word Count: 1,213

Summary: Just Sulu fluff.  Ain’t nobody got time for a summary.

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There were children aboard the Enterprise.  

A whole swarm of them.  A hoard?  Gaggle?  Flock?  Who the hell knows. There were a bunch of them.  And for some god-forsaken reason you were put in charge of them.  

An away mission earlier that morning had involved rescuing a daycare full of small children from a lizard-monster.  They were transported on board to save them, and the bridge crew were currently working on contacting the colony to ensure their safe return.  They just had to get rid of the lizard-monster first. 

The captain had approached you when they were transported and didn't give you time to get the words "I have never held a child" out before he was clapping you on the shoulder and leaving you with the transporter room full of screaming children.  He claimed that you were his first choice for this duty, but you knew it was because you were in the transporter room at the time and you were the first person he saw.  And so you were put in charge. 

You didn't like kids.  Never knew what to do with them.  But here you were.  In the observatory room with a gaggle of children.  With one on your hip gnawing on your shoulder and the rest of them screaming.  

"Shhh... No, wait!  Stay here!  Don't touch that!" You tried to round up the children and keep them in the observatory, but it was proving very difficult.  

They didn't seem to speak English, and were chattering and screaming and crying in whatever language they spoke, which made you extremely frustrated.

"No!  Don't hit each other!  Stop that!" You nearly dropped the child in your arms as you stooped over to pull one child off the other to stop them from fighting. 

Two of the older children decided to turn on you at that moment and began to kick at your ankles and yell at you in their strange language. 

"AGH!  No, please!  Guys!" You fended off the tiny attack, and as if to add insult to injury, the little one in your arms started to cry. 

"Oh no, please don't cry, you're okay." You bounced up and down as you continued to gently push the attacking children away. 

"Need some help?"

You spun at the sudden voice and nearly cried in relief when you saw the pilot, Hikaru Sulu, stepping into the room. 

"Oh god, Hikaru, YES." Any other time you would have been mortified by the sexual innuendo in your words and tone, but as the child in your arms started to pull on your hair, you couldn't think too much about it. 

"Here, let me take her." He walked up with a soft smile on his face and eased the screaming child out of your arms. 

"Thank you." You exhaled, and felt yourself relaxing a little, as you always did when Hikaru was around. 

Hikaru seemed to have the same effect on the child in his arms, as she already stopped crying and was settling into his shoulder.  

"Boys.  Enough." Hikaru snapped, his voice a command, not threatening, and the boys instantly stopped fighting. 

You watched in amazement as he knelt down in front of a small girl who had been screaming the whole time, and spoke to her softly, and as her tears subsided she gave him a hug.  You wondered if she understood him or if she was just soothed by his presence. 

"Maybe you should go get them a snack and some juice, they're probably hungry." Hikaru turned to you and you nodded, turning and stepping out of the rooms towards the kitchen. 

You gathered some food that you thought children might like and carried the tray back to the observatory.  

When the doors slid open, you were amazed to find all of the children sitting in a half-circle on the floor, Hikaru sat in the center, and he was making them laugh by some silly faces he was making.   You sidled up next to Hikaru and he gave you another heart-melting smile as you started to distribute the snacks.  

The next few hours you spent working with Hikaru and the kids, settling them and entertaining them, and you were actually enjoying yourself.  

"I think they're getting tired Y/N, maybe we can fashion some beds out of comforters and extra pillows." Hikaru suggested and even you started to notice the kids rubbing at their eyes and yawning. 

You nodded and set up the beds, tucking the kids into each one, and soon they were all fast asleep.  

After tucking the last child in, you stroked his short dark hair softly and went to join Hikaru who was sitting against the wall, the small girl that you had passed off to him earlier curled into his arms.  You watched him for a moment as he rocked the baby, who was sleepily playing with the Starfleet insignia on his shirt until her hand dropped as she fell asleep.  Hikaru smiled down at the little girl as he set her on the makeshift bed next to him. 

You approached him now, moving to sit beside him, backs against the wall. 

"You're amazing with them." You whispered as Hikaru continued to stroke the baby's back. 

"Hmm?" He hummed and looked over to you. 

"The kids, you're amazing with them." 

A small smile pulled at his lips, "Thanks."

"How do you know how to do all that stuff?"

"What stuff?

"The kid stuff." You crossed your legs and your knee bumped his gently. 

He chuckled, "I don't know.  I had a lot of experience with kids growing up, lots of cousins and all.  And they always just seem to like me."

"They're not the only ones." You mumbled to yourself.

"Pardon me?" He leaned closer so he could hear you. 

"Nothing." 

You sat in silence for another few moments, just enjoying each other's presence, until you spoke again softly and as sincerely as possible, "You're going to make a really great dad someday, Hikaru."

He met your eyes with a serious gaze, "You think so?"

You smiled, "Absolutely." 

He seemed to consider this for a moment before smiling, "Thanks, Y/N." 

Before you could say anything else, another crew member walked in the door to relieve you while the kids slept.  

Hikaru offered to walk you back to your rooms, and you enjoyed walking next to him in silence through the halls.  

When you reached your door, you paused and turned to him. 

"Well I guess I'll see you..." You started but were cut off when his lips pressed into yours softly, a quick, sweet kiss. 

His cheeks reddened and he looked as flustered as you had ever seen him, his hand on his back of his neck, "Sorry, I just... I had to..."

"It's okay." You smiled, feeling giddiness drip down to your toes as you took a step closer to him. 

"It's just, you were so sincere with me and I couldn't help but..." 

Now it was your turn to interrupt him with a kiss.  This one a little longer, and his hand found your hip. 

"You don't need to explain, Hikaru." 

"Oh." His breath was hot on your face. 

"Would you like to come in?  I can make us a cup of tea."

"That would be lovely."

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Familiar

Intro: So this is for Uhura week for Trek Fest 2017, hosted by the lovely @outside-the-government!  This is my first full Nyota fic and it was really fun to write!

Pairing: Nyota x reader

Word Count: 1,902

Summary: You’ve been stranded on a planet for years, lost and alone, thinking there was no way to be found, until a shuttle shows up.  Thinking that this is finally your way off the planet, you are even more happy to find out that your ex-lover, Nyota, is on board and you are finally reunited.  But she is having mixed emotions about the whole ordeal.  Will you fall in love again?  Will things ever be the same?

A/N: I left the reader as gender neutral as I possibly could because I couldn’t decide if I was supposed to lean towards a male or female reader.  So it’s up to you which gender you’d like to choose!

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The wind was colder than normal as you trekked the final steps up to the edge of the cliff.  The world seemed stretched out before you, inches from the cliff's edge, the rocky, dusty, planes extending for miles.  It would be astoundingly beautiful if it weren't so god-awfully familiar.  

The wind blew brisk again and you tugged the edge of your scarf up over your nose to keep out the cold.  Your skin instantly felt warmer thanks to your breath heating the fabric of your scarf. 

Digging your palm into the hard metal of your walking stick, you peered over the edge of the cliff to get a better view of what made you climb up there in the first place.  A shuttle.  

Your heart stopped as you got a better look at the craft.  It was Starfleet.  You couldn't believe it. 

For years you’ve been stuck on this god-forsaken planet after crashing onto the surface during a search mission.  Left with no way to communicate to the outside world, you were stranded and forced to figure out how to survive.  But now you were finally getting to go home.  

You scrambled down the hill, nearly tripping over stones and loose sand, skirting around rocks and over landings that you knew like the back of your hand.  

Rounding the bottom of the bluff, you realize in hindsight that you should have slowed down, but your only through was of getting to the shuttle.  

Before you could stop or even shout you were careening into and colliding with a hard object, that you quickly identified as a person.  

The collision had knocked both of you to the ground, and the wind had escaped your lungs as you landed flat on your back so you sure as hell weren't prepared for a very stern and demanding voice, and the sound of a phaser being charged up. 

"Stand down.  Put your hands on your head and move slowly." The voice was slightly out of breath but none the less undeniably familiar. 

Your suspicions were confirmed when she began to repeat her commands in different languages.  Rolling to your side slowly, you followed her commands but needed the help of your walking stick to stand, using it as leverage.  Just as she was about to approach you, your walking stick slipped out from underneath your sweaty hand, making you lurched forward unsteadily, and you rammed into her again.  

Without a second's notice she grappled you into a hold with your chest down, face grinding into the dirt, and hands pinned behind your back.  You could feel the hard metal of the phaser pointing between your shoulder blades. 

"Ny." You croaked, barely audible. 

"Stand down." The order was shouted into your ear. 

"Nyota." You finally got the word passed your lips. 

"I... excuse me?" 

"Nyota.  It's me." You could taste the dusty ground as you tried to speak. 

"What?" Her grip loosened on you a little and her hand that grasped the phaser came around and tugged your scarf down, "Y/N?" 

"Hi." You wheezed. 

In another quick flurry of movement she was off you and pulling you to stand.  

Finally able to breathe, you sucked in air as you pulled the scarf away from your face and tugged the hat off your head.  

Looking up slowly, as you still weren't completely convinced she wasn't going to deck you right then and there, you finally took in the woman before you. 

Dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail, a lot longer than you remember.  A dark utility jacket almost covered the red of an engineering dress that peeked out over dark leggings and ankle boots.  Your gaze finally settled on her face, and you saw a myriad of emotions there, none of which you could name because they kept switching every second.  But god was she still beautiful. Her soft, dark skin, that impossible set to her chin and mouth and those eyes. Those eyes that always gave away what she was feeling no matter how hard she tried to hide it.  That's where she held all her emotion.  Even now. 

"Y/N?" Your name on her lips was music to your ears. 

"Hi." You repeated. 

Then, in two strides, she was over to you, grabbing onto the collar of your leather jacket and kissing you like it was the most important thing in the world. It took you a second, but then you were kissing her back just as desperately, the feeling of missing her that you had pushed away for so long washing over you again and leaving you breathless.  Or maybe that was just the kiss.  

You barely got to bring your arms around her when she pushed you away, more like shoved, and you stumbled back, barely keeping your balance and you leaned heavily on your walking stick.  

"You're supposed to be dead." She spat, and you had to focus hard to dispel your swirling thoughts after that kiss. 

"Wha-?" 

And the last thing you remember is the look of absolute fury on her face before an sharp pain across your cheekbone and the world going black. 

"Hey there.  Rise and shine.  Yep, that's it, welcome back." An unfamiliar voice spoke and brought you back achingly into the real world.  

The overhead lights were blinding, so you focused on the dark form that loomed over you which blocked some of the lights. 

“I’m Dr. McCoy, and you’ve been brought aboard the Enterprise.  You’re in the medbay at the moment.” The dark-haired man seemed to be constantly scanning the data on the screen above your head as well as up and down your body. 

"What happened?" Your mouth was dry and your words were sticky. 

"You somehow have seemed to infer the wrath of Lieutenant Uhura." His voice and glare was sarcastic and amused. 

Uhura.  Nyota. Your mind found it's way back to her and you slowly recalled what had happened before you ended up in a hospital bed with a ginormous headache. 

"She knocked me out."

"That she did." He tucked his PADD under his arm, "And she dragged your ass back here.  With the way she was fuming I'm surprised she didn't leave you back there."

"Guess I'm pretty lucky, then." You shrugged, but his eyes remained hooded. 

"Not as lucky as you might think." He turned to you, "Did you know you suffer from an untreated spiral femur fracture on your right leg?  It looks like it happened a few years ago and has healed naturally.  A fracture like that is enough to incapacitate someone, maybe even kill them if it shifts and nicks an artery."

You took a shaky breath, "Y-yeah.  That must have been what happened after my crash.  I got my leg pinned under a control panel and it seemed to take forever to heal.  And now I've got this lovely little limp."

"We can fix it, if you'd like.  It would involve extensive surgery to re-break the fracture and bone regeneration to heal it again, but we can probably getcha back to full function."

You considered it for a moment, "That might not be a bad idea, but maybe not right away, I think I need to face a certain angry old friend first."

"We were more than friends, you idiot." The voice sounded by the door and you looked over to see Nyota, her face set and stern, but here eyes held an insurmountable amount of sadness and betrayal, "Or did I mean so little to you that you forgot about all of that when everyone thought you were dead."

There were several tense, silent moments as Dr. McCoy looked between you and Nyota, before grabbing his supplies and ducking his head, exiting with a quick, "let me know if you need anything." before rushing out the door.   

Finally you and Nyota were alone.  

You would have just continued to stare at her if it were not for something that she had said, "You thought I was dead?"

"Everyone did."

The words hung in the air.  

People thought you were dead? 

You shook your head, "No way, didn't people come to search for me?  To confirm that I wasn't left stranded out there, like I was?"

Nyota stepped towards your bed, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, "The search party said there was no life forms detected on the planet surface.  That the only thing out of place was your crashed ship, which they didn't even deem worth retrieving since it was so destroyed."

You were speechless. Your mouth opened and closed, no response making its way out of you. 

"So no one looked for me?" Tears pressed at the back of your eyes, your thoughts raw and desperate, "No one even thought to send someone down to do a manual check?"

She shook her head, stepping closer so now she was next to the bed. 

"I was down there.  Oh god.  I was trapped in the ship for days, Nyota, before I got out.  I was in so much pain.  There was so much... My leg... They should have come down and seen... I was there." Panic laced through your veins and you drew your fingers through your hair before resting them shakily on the bed. 

Nyota moved to sit in the chair next to the bed and she reached a hand out to place it over yours.  The touch grounded you and you curled your fingers around hers, gasping for air. 

You gulped before bringing your eyes over to hers, "You thought I was dead?"

She nodded, her gaze firmly focused on your connected hands, "Yeah.  I did."

"Oh my god." You squeezed her fingertips a bit and she squeezed your hand in response. 

An eternity seemed to pass before either of you moved or spoke, both processing the implication of your current situation.  Together again. Impossibly.  Inconceivably.  Helplessly. 

"I love you, Ny.  I never stopped." You whispered, wanting her to look at you.  Begging her to look at you. 

"Sometimes that's all that would keep me going out there.  The thought of you, of what we had, of your..."

"Stop." She pulled her hand from on top of yours. 

"Wha-?"

"I'm in a relationship." It was a statement, a fact, and it buried into you like a blade. 

"You are?" Your voice was hoarse. 

She nodded, still not meeting your eyes as she leaned back in the chair. 

"That's... Well that makes sense, thinking I was dead and all." You sat up, leaning your weight on your hands, "But you kissed me.  Back there.  You kissed me.  Isn't that against relationship rules or something?"

She was looking up at the wall, tilting her head back and you knew she was trying not to cry, "I don't know why I did that."

"Ny, look at me."

She dropped her gaze to the floor. 

"Ny, please..."

Finally her dark eyes met yours, sparkling with the tears perched on her lids. 

"This is a lot of information right now.  And we sure as hell don't have to make any big decisions or anything.  But I think we both need to walk away for a bit and do some thinking."

She stared at you, a tear slipping down her cheek before she nodded.  The chair scraped against the floor as she pushed back and turned towards the door. 

"Just one more thing, Ny." You called and she looked over her shoulder at you, "I loved you.  So much.  And seeing you again brought all those feelings back.  But I also know you loved me too.  Or at least that's what you said before I... died.  Just remember that, 'kay?"

She paused a moment before her shoulders dropped a millimeter and she turned, the door hissing shut behind her.  

And the only thing that had been familiar to you was gone. 

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Querencia

Title: Querencia

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Relationship: hint of McKirk

Warnings: n/a

A/N: So this is my contribution to the Jim Kirk week of Trekfest 2017! It’s the second part of my ‘definition of a moment’ series - a series of unrelated one-shots written around a ‘rare word’. This one is one that I think I’ve come across the most over the years

Summary: Querencia - a place where one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self

|| the definition of a moment ( 2 / – ) ||

Querencia

The hum of the engines was a muffled serenade as Jim sat, arms wrapped around his drawn up knees, in the star lit room. The last of severalobservation decks on the Enterprise, it was the smallest, but it was his favorite. The crew usually went for one of the larger ones, leaving this one screened room open for Jim. 

Really, he was starting to think they left it free on purpose due to knowing his preference for it. 

He tipped his head to the side, watching as the purple nebulae swirled before it’s inky backdrop. Every few seconds sporadic bolts of lightning flickered throughout the chunks of floating rock, lighting up the room. 

Never in his life before enlisting did he ever think that he’d see a sight quite like this in person.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

A dare. 

If it wasn’t for a ridiculous dare he wouldn’t have gotten all of this - 

This experience.

This ship.

This crew.

This family.

This home.

At one time he did question his decision of accepting the challenge, but Bones helped him process his thoughts. 

Bones was always there to help him sort out his thoughts.

Jim stretched out his legs, crossing his ankles, and leaned back onto his elbows. The material of his uniform top bunched up around his chest, but he couldn't find the power to care. His bottom lip jutted out minutely and his eyes crinkled slightly.

Really, now that he thought about it, the only thing that would make this moment better would be -

“Hey, Jim,” the Southern voice drawled as the door slid open.

Jim glanced over his shoulder, smirking.

Speak of the devil. 

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