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isthisthingeven0n · 6 years

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unexpected : s.s

had a request for some scotty loving and I was writing this at the time. this is actually copied from my other blog, but rewritten obviously. (other blog is very different to this safe to say.) hope you enjoy. if you wanna request something feel free to drop me an ask or a message. or any questions to get to know me better

Lying half asleep in the warmth of my thick duvet it serves as one of my few reminders of home. A time when life felt easier and my understanding of living was as big as my kitchen is.

In the distance blaring sounds, but in my dazed state I roll over and reach for my phone hitting it repeatedly yet it continues. Shuffling my body about to cocoon myself further I allow my subconscious to delve deeper into the radiating comfort of the cotton as my imagination floats off into unknown realms.

A loud bang cuts me out of my daze, abruptly forcing me back into reality. Sitting upright I force my duvet from my exposed skin, wearing nothing but a vest and pj shorts. Rubbing my eyes I pick my phone up to use for light considering the dark that emits into the shadows still visible. Stumbling across my room and bumping into furniture I reach the front door, opening it with a loud yawn as someone stares at me, fully dressed with wide eyes.

“How are you still inside! We have to get you outside now! There has been a fire in the building.” The man yells in concern as he ushers me out of my own home, still half asleep all I process is the word fire and my bare feet pick up pace along the dust ridden corridors as the alarm continues to blare almost bursting my eardrums.

Reaching the ground floor I hear him yell for me to keep going, so with all of my energy being little I force myself through the main doors in a dramatic manner you’d see in films. To which I was greeted by every pair of eyes in our building, strangers focusing on the girl who was not prepared for the sudden occurrence.

Immediately my self conscious nature hugged at the few bits I was covered in, I wrapped my arms around myself and moved past the judgemental eyes of those who had time to grab a dressing gown or coat to cover their indecency whereas I remained exposed. Sitting down away from all of my neighbours I rested on the pavement curb as more officials arrived. I couldn’t help but grip onto my phone to stop my nerves getting the better of me, along with the cold.

Shaking profusely I couldn’t stop my teeth chattering as I held my knees against my chest, the goosebumps rising with each passing second. “Hey, you’re Y/n?” Lifting my head up a figure stood next to me, directly under a poorly lit streetlamp.

“Yeah, sorry do I know you?” I mumbled, still hugging my knees for some warmth and went back to resting my head against them as I tried to picture myself back in my bed with my feet protected by the extra blanket rather than being ridden with grit.

The figure groaned lightly as he sat next to me, “Oh no, I’m Scotty. I just heard them talking about someone still inside and your name popped up a lot.

We sit still, focusing on everyone talking, discussing who it was who could’ve caused a fire. “So who did it?” I piped up, curious to know.

“They say it was someone on the fifth floor, the fire is out but it’s a safety procedure.” Nodding in response I couldn’t help but jitter, wanting to be back inside if the fire was out despite it being two floors above my own. “Here, you must be freezing.”

Turning to face him my eyes instantly noticed the large shaggy cotton material being wrapped around me. It felt like a giant towel that had just gotten out of the drier, the goosebumps rose with joy. Glancing back to the kind stranger I focused on his warm brown eyes laced with kindness followed by the light stubble around his face that he ran his hand over as he turned his head, looking back at the scene before us.

“So what floor are you on?” Wrapping his dressing gown tighter around myself the shivers were dying down, the tiredness kicking back in.

His eyes wandered about before he faced me in mid-yawn causing him to laugh lightly. “I’m on the fourth floor so I heard something going on moments before the alarm went off.” Unable to stop yawning he just chuckled again, a smile clear on his face as I resembled a lose one on my own. “So, you were the last one out.” Nudging me slightly he glanced me up and down in the dark blue fluff. “I can tell why.” Motioning to my incessant yawns.

Shrugging my shoulders I lifted my arms up, stretching out with exhaustion. “What can I say?” Turning to face him as I brought my arms down into my lap. “I like my sleep and I don’t expect to be awoken at 3 in the morning either.”

“Touche.” He muttered and we both returned to see some of our neighbours getting louder, more irritable in the cold. “See him?” Nodding to the bold man in the fisherman’s jacket. “He is having an affair with him.” Unsure where I am looking he lifts his hand, his cold fingers lightly holding my chin as he moves my head to see the man consoling a woman in hysterics.

“Your neighbour I assume?” Still keeping hold of my chin he makes me nod, smiling through his stubble as he does. The silence returns and my eyes wander past the stubble covering a considerable amount of his face, working past the few marks that lined his nose and around his tired eyes.

“It looks like it’ll be another half hour guys.” The man just walks off after that, not giving us a chance to ask a question but the stranger from the fifth-floor stands.

As he follows him I can’t help but notice his tattoos and his loose shirt showing them off. “Like what you see?” He raises his eyebrow to me, and I’m grateful for the rush of heat that spreads through my body.

“Just curious.” I trace a few of the outlines, and he explains the meanings or lack of with each of them.

An hour has passed by, and we talk about our neighbours. The ones who keep us awake, or the elderly who don’t quite understand what is going on as they observe the scene in front of us.

“So, tell me something about yourself?” He turns to face me, his brown eyes boring into mine.

“What do you want to know?” I whisper back, turning my body so it faces the stars. Locking my eyes with his I raise an eyebrow as he hangs his face directly above mine, I can smell warmth on his breath.

He glances away momentarily, zoning in on the others. “Tell me about what you’d miss if the building had gone up in flames.”

Pondering the thought I tried to search for an answer in his eyes, in the emotions that glazed the surface. “I’d miss the little things.” I began as I reflected over the trinkets that laced my mantel piece, “I have this little snowglobe that belonged to my Nan when she was young. Inside it has this little ballerina, and when you’d tip the globe upside down it would cover her in glitter and snow.” Laughing lightly I can imagine myself back to being 5 and so fascinated by the sight.

“Sentimental things.” He inputs and I nod.

“Everything means something to someone. Like those people on floor one had time to prepare.” Turning my head I glance at those with considerably more belongings on them than the others. “See her? She is carrying an album, that’s Nina.” Focusing on Nina she clutches the album, tears glazing her cheeks. “She lost her husband last year, he was a soldier. That album is their entire relationship.”

My eyes wander around to someone else, “And him.” The one holding a single teddy bear in his grip, refusing to let go. “That belongs to his daughter, he lives two doors down from me. He is divorced, rarely sees his daughter but keeps her teddy ready and waiting.” Facing him again he looks at me with a small smile on his face, his eyes radiating care. “Everyone has something that is sentimental, and to you, it may be your tattoos.”

“You sure are something else.” He shakes his head and I just beam.

“Better to be unique.” I shrug my shoulders which looks weird considering the fabric swamps them. “Thank you.” Motioning to the thick dressing gown I’ve grown attached to he just chuckles in response.

“So what would you save?” I ask in response and he answers quickly as if he has planned this all out.

“My SD card. With all my videos on that I never posted.” I can’t help but laugh.

“So you make videos? What kind?” He nudges me lightly, a chuckle sounds from him.

“Not that kind, you weirdo.”

We fall silent, the conversations seem to be drowned out by the tension growing around the two of us as my eyes dart from his lips to his eyes, his following the same action. “Third floor, apartment C.” I whisper to him as someone begins to near us, breaking the rising tension.

Just before he had the opportunity to say anything we were both called, our attention shifting to the same man from earlier. “Everything has been cleared, we can all go back inside now.” He huffs and walks away back to his wife, hugging her tightly.

Sitting up I tuck my bed head behind my ear as Will stands up in front of me. “Well,” He held his hands out, helping me rise to my feet. As I went to take a step forward I stumbled over the length of his dressing gown, falling straight into his arms.

“Quite the gentleman aren’t you Scotty.” I joke as he straightens me up, his arm wrapped around my shoulder as we head back inside after everyone else.

The two of us opt for the stairs as the queues form for the lift. As we walk we make light conversation, his dressing down acting like a train to a dress as it drapes across the previous two steps I’d walked up.

Reaching my floor all of the doors have returned to being shut, silence resumes as if nothing had happened but we all know behind closed doors everyone is grumbling, swearing or complaining about the suspect in floor five. “Well, this is me.” Hitting my door frame I lean against it, still wrapped in his dressing gown. “Oh wait,” I slipped out of it, the warmth being removed along with it as he held it in his grip, his fingers brushing past my own.

“Sorry you got disturbed so early in the morning.” He apologises but I shake my head in mid yawn.

“Not your fault, like you said it was your neighbour.” I state and he slowly nods, avoiding eye contact. “Right Scotty?” Leaning my head down below his I could see a guilty smile forming even in this poor lighting.

He lifted his head up as did I and merely held up the end of one of the ties to the dressing gown. Unable to hold back the laugh he covers my mouth with his free hand. The entire end of the once navy material was singed black and felt crispy to the touch. “I was trying to cook as I couldn’t sleep.” He whispered and the lump was rising in my throat, my shoulders falling and rising as I laughed internally.

Slowly he took his hand away from my mouth, “Next time you think about baking whatever it was, let me know. I’ll help ensure you don’t burn the entire building down.” I tell him and he smiles, tilting his head to the side.

“Might make for a good video, the two of us.” Raising an eyebrow to him he realised his mistake, “Cooking that is.” I began to etch further into my apartment, remaining quiet until only a slither was left between us.

“Well, you know where to find me.” I mutter before closing the door, resting against it with a cocky smile on my face as I head back to bed like everyone else, as if nothing had happened.

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susannaprouse · 5 years

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Five - Quito

Our second breakfast in our hotel was great again, eggs, fruit, cereal, the usual. We got up fairly early as we wanted to get the Teleferiqo cable car up the mountain the city was built under. We got a taxi to the bottom and I was getting nervous. Not just because of the long and high cable car but also because we were going up to 4000 metres in altitude, the highest I'd ever been. I wasn't sure how my body was going to react and since this was how high we'd be climbing on the 3-day Quilotoa Loop in a few days it was a sort of test.

We bought our tickets and entered the long queue watching people get into the cabins and travel up. While we were in the queue my imagination ran wild with images of the cabin falling. But if you imagine it that means it won't happen, right?

Soon we were pointed to some yellow circles in a row that was our designated waiting spot until the cabin came around. As soon as we got on to the circle Mike, being the nerd he is, said loudly 'beam me up Scotty'. We were not beamed up though, we hurridly got in to the cabin worrying we wouldn't make it before it started ascending.

We sat in the cabin with two Americans and two Ecuadorians. Mike enjoyed the view while I periodically turned my head to look down then immediately turned back round again. The journey took quite a long time and all our ears popped on the way up.

We disembarked and felt the cool mountain air, after putting on our matching down jackets (we are officially married) we wandered around taking photos and then started walking to the viewpoint. The walk uphill was strenuous and I could really feel my heart pounding and my head getting slightly dizzy. I was pleasantly surprised that I didn't feel ill though. Having made it to the lookout we found a wooden double deck chair so we sat down and enjoyed the view. It was amazing to see a sprawling city right under this huge mountain, we both wondered why they would even build a city there. The scenery is like northern wales on steroids so it's as if Cardiff were in Snowdonia, and bigger! We had a great view of the surrounding mountains too but unfortunately it was slightly cloudy so we couldn't see the largest (currently smoking) volcano in the distance.

Starting to feel cold we continued walking and stumled upon a pair of big swings and so of course had to have the mandatory swing photo. My legs were so short I couldn't start swinging so like a child Mike had to come and push me. After our photos we walked back to the cable car to have our first Ecuadorian hot chocolate (the first of many, I hope!). With a view out to the city we sipped the thick sweet drink, it was amazing and this was just a cheap touristy one. I can't wait to have a famously good one (which I have researched, obviously).

We got the cable car back down the mountain and for some reason going down it was easier to look out and admire the view. Once out we decided to go to the Museo de la Ciudad, a museum I'd read good things about. After buying our tickets a woman proceeded to talk for about 5 minutes in Spanish while we 'Si'd" and nodded like we knew what on earth she was saying. Luckily, there were a lot of hand gestures so we got the jist of where to go and we do know 'banos' so worked out where the toilets were.

We followed the obvious route around the museum learning how the first people came to Quito and how the city was formed. It was a brilliant museum with displays showing what food they first cultivated and what their houses looked like. It even had English translations which we've come to realise aren't common. There were some stranger sections of the museum like the full sized bus experience, which was a room made to look exactly like the inside of a bus. I guess if you've not been on a bus before it might be interesting.

After the museum we headed to the gold church, Iglesia de la Compania de Jesus, which we'd tried to get into multiple times the day before but it was always closed. As we walked in the man said it was free as it was Sunday, we saved 5 dollars each and felt very pleased! You're not allowed to take photos inside the church which is annoying, I don't think God would be oppposed to spreading photos of his house but what do I know. The church was the goldest thing I've ever seen, every inch was gilded. Every inch was also covered in scary baby heads. It was so inticrate and had so many baby heads I don't even know how they began to design it. There were also religious paintings everywhere. I've come to realise I really enjoy a hell painting, of which there seem to be many in Ecuador. These paintings are gruesome, dipicting all the tortures endured in hell and with text beside each one showing what they were for, like murder, adultery or incest. Even the usually serene paintings of Mary have a looming monster in the corner, they're much more interesting.

Having walked a lot it was finally lunch time and we decided to get almuerzo, a daily set menu offered at many local restaurants costing a couple of dollars. We found a greasy spoon looking restaurant that was busy with locals and were quickly given chicken noodle soup followed by even more roasted chicken with rice. I can't believe how much chicken they eat here. I liked the soup better than the chicken, I think because I've eaten so much meat recently, but both courses were delicious. We were also given a thick, sweet drink that I think was made from either sugar cane or corn. I wasn't a fan but Mike liked it.

We wandered around the old town a little more, looking at all the stalls before stumbling on the traditional homemade ice cream I'd read about. It's made in big copper bowls and hand mixed. We bought a coconut cone to share, it was nice but I wouldn't buy it again. You could tell it had been hand mixed. After the ice cream we went back to the hotel to get our bags and get a taxi to our hostel. Unfortunately the voucher we had only covered two nights in Quito so our last night was in a hostel in the new town.

After arriving to the hostel we checked out our pod. Instead of traditional dorms filled wih bunkbeds, the hostel is made up of pods, kind of like bunk beds but that are enclosed with a curtain drawn over the opening. They feel like a cosy little private nook. We had a double pod by a window with a view over the city with the mountains behind and it was perfect.

Having got to the new town earlier than expected we ventured out to find the artisenal market. Wandering down the streets it felt like a completely different city to that of the old town. There were bars and restaurants every block but very few people, maybe because it was a Sunday. The market was good, consisting of small alleys with stalls on either side showing the local wears. It was all aimed at tourists and every stall basically sold the same thing but it was nice to look around. I nearly bought a lot of things but decided to wait as we were only on day 5 and I wasn't 100 percent on anything. We did buy some Ecuadorian chocolate to have in the evening though (as we were still full from lunch and didn't want a full meal).

We walked back to the hostel talking about what we wanted to buy later in the trip. We immediately got into our pod and relaxed. It's felt like we haven't stopped so it was really nice to have a full evening to read, watch a film, watch Tiny House Nation (it's rubbish but brilliant, you should watch!) and then discuss if we could live in a tiny house. Sat in our cosy pod, we obviously decided we could.

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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 7 years

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Word Count: 2545 Prompt: @feelmyroarrrr won my small jump-the-queue contest at the beginning of November when she guessed who the FaceCast for the character of Jinx in Escape was. She submitted the following prompt: Hmmm lemme see, bones x reader obv, he gets injured on an away mission and she's not a medic so he talks her thro what to do. She's nervous as always liked him and doesn't want to hurt him when trying to help. Only way he can get her to calm down Is to kiss her. Awkward moments back on ship before they finally kiss again and etc etc

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“Son of a bitch!” The explosive expletive startled you enough that you jumped. And may have even squeaked a little. You whipped around to find the source of the exclamation, and where Doctor McCoy had been, now was an empty space with a sheer ledge dropping away to the valley below. You rushed over and peered over the edge, grateful when you saw him about 5 feet away, laying on his back in the gravel.

“Are you okay, Doctor McCoy?” You asked, careful not to lean too far over the edge. He sighed and tried to push himself to a sitting position, letting out a sharp cry of pain and slumping back onto the ground.

“Apparently not, Lieutenant,” he managed through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna need a medic.”

“I’ll call for teleport,” you nodded, pulling your comm out. You pinged the ship, but got no response. You moved away from the ledge, looking for a signal, holding the comm out to catch any kind of indication that your messages were going through. There was a weak beep out of the device, and you turned around, trying to get it stronger somehow. You finally managed a weak connection. “Scotty, myself and Doctor McCoy for immediate beam out. He’s injured.”

The connection was spotty, and you barely made out Scotty acknowledging your message and confirming what you feared - it was too dangerous with the interference going on to risk the teleport. You breathed out a low curse and headed back to the ledge.

“Hey, Doc, I’m sorry, Scotty can’t beam us out. I’m coming down to you, sit tight,” you called, carefully beginning to pick your way down the loose gravel toward his prone figure. You tried to avoid the loose scree as much as possible, but inevitably, there was a shower of gravel down onto him, followed by more cursing.

“Jesus, kid!” He exploded. You felt tears well in your eyes and bit your lip to strengthen your resolve. Falling apart in front of the man you’d been secretly carrying a torch for since you’d been assigned to the Enterprise was not going to endear you to him while he was injured.

“Sorry!” You exclaimed, sliding the last few feet toward him. “This slope is not stable. I hope I didn’t make things worse?”

“Just the harm to my dignity,” he grumbled, shaking the silt and pebbles free of his uniform. “Alright, if my memory serves, you’re xenogeology, right? Is your survival training current?”

“Finished my recert on last shore leave, Doctor McCoy,” you nodded. He pursed his lips, obviously thinking.

“So your first aid should be solid, but I think this is worse than what you’re trained for,” he decided. “Reach around behind me, I’m laying on my medkit and can’t quite reach it.” You stepped back and looked at how he was laying on the ground. His legs were both twisted at angles that didn’t seem normal, and his pelvis looked warped. The furrow in his brow, which was covered in sweat suggested to you that he was in a lot more pain than he was letting on. You sighed and tried to quickly figure the safest and least painful way to move him, angled as he was against the wall of the cliff.

“I think this is going to hurt a lot, Doctor McCoy,” you admitted, kneeling as close to his hips as possible. “I’m apologizing in advance. Call me whatever names you need to in order for us to do this, I won’t take it personally.”

“I like to think of myself as a better person than that, kid, but I appreciate your candor.” The smile he attempted to give you was more of a grimace than anything else. “What’s your plan?”

“I think I’m going to need to move you to get at the medkit. So I’ll lift you against my thighs just enough to pull it free. I’m going to need your help though. Once I have you up, you’ll have to hold onto my hips so I can grab the kit.”

“This the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” he grumbled. You bristled.

“You have a better one?”

“No. But there’s morpholog in that kit, and once you have it, I’ll forgive you,” he gritted. You drew in a deep breath and squared your knees against his hips, reaching across his lap to grasp his other hip. Using your arms, you reached under him as much as you could, flattening yourself against his hips and gently squeezing him against your chest with your arms. He screamed out in pain as his body shifted, and dug his fingers into the far side of your thigh to hold himself against you as you grabbed quickly for the medkit. You shoved it along the cliff face until it was past his shoulders and then wrapped your arms against him again to settle him back against the ground. He screamed again and tears filled your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Doctor McCoy.” Your voice was teary, but you could tell he was in too much agony to notice. “Tell me how to give the morpholog.” You reached behind his neck and pulled the medkit free, opening it beside him and pulling free the hypospray.

“The red fluid vial needs to be inserted into the chamber. One pump to prime, then hold it against my neck. Two pumps to administer,” he gasped. Your hands shook as you followed his directions, and pressed the device against his skin. The tension in his shoulders fell away moments later, and you rolled back on your heels to watch him. His breathing slowed, and the whiteness at his knuckles began to recede. You tried to blink the tears back, and only succeeded in having them roll down your cheeks instead. You dashed at them, angry and embarrassed with yourself. Doctor McCoy reached out, and laced his fingers in yours, squeezing gently. You shook your head, feeling your cheeks burn in humiliation.

“I’m so sorry -”

“Don’t,” he interrupted. “Y/N, right?” You nodded.

“Doctor Mc-”

“Leonard. Right now I’m your patient. So Leonard,” he interrupted again. “I know you are scared, but you can do this. I need you to scan me with the tricorder. Just like how we do to you when you come in for a check-up. Then let me see it so I can check the results.”

You nodded numbly, and did as he directed, handing the machine to him when it beeped. He looked at it and cursed, smacking the side of it, and then sighing.

“It’s broken,” he admitted, tossing it aside. “Goddamnit. See where Scotty’s at with our rescue, please.”

You opened your comm and hailed the Enterprise, but still only received static in return. Your eyes met Leonard’s and you shook your head, eyes filling with tears again. He squeezed your hand again, wordlessly acknowledging your fear and you were filled with guilt at the gesture. There he was, laying in the dirt at your knees, broken, and you were the one in tears needing reassurance. You straightened up and wiped the heel of your hand against your cheeks, grinding away the tears like they were an enemy to be conquered.

“What do I do, Leonard?” You asked. He smiled.

“You’ll need to splint my legs. There’s a branch behind you that’s quite straight, cut it off at about four feet with your phaser and we’ll start with that,” he began. He explained every step of the directions to splint his legs to one another, repeating where necessary, before nodding to the tree to signal he was finished. As you cut the branch off the tree, he began to step you through the directions again, and you laid the branch between his legs and then cut the strap from his medkit free, sliding it as gently as you could under his thighs. You placed a triangle bandage under his knees and slid it just above the joint, and pulled your socks off and made a tie out of them at his ankles.

“This is going to hurt you again, Leonard, I don’t think I can do it,” you hesitated. Tying the straps was going to be extraordinarily painful for him. “Can I give you more drugs?”

“I already had you double dose me. Any more and I could go into respiratory arrest,” he admitted. Your shoulders slumped as your confidence eked out of you.

“But -”

“Come here,” he demanded. You raised an eyebrow in question, as you were already kneeling beside him. “No, lean down closer to me.”

“Okay?” You complied.

“I believe in you, Y/N. And I know you are capable of doing this,” he reassured you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder. “I know you are scared of hurting me, but I promise you, you can’t hurt me any more than I already am.”

“I just don’t want you to hate me when this is all over,” you admitted. He placed a hand on your cheek and his eyes softened.

“Not possible. You’re clever, and capable, and look at how beautiful your heart is, that you’re crying over hurting me. I’m much more likely to fall in love with you,” he teased, sliding his hand behind your neck and massaging the tense muscles there. He gently drew you forward, and pressed his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. You found yourself responding, your lips tangling with his. He broke away, a little breathless. “Now, sweetheart, I don’t usually ask this before a first date, but I’m gonna need you to tie me up.”

A startled laugh escaped you and you rocked back on your heels to face the task. You bit your lip again and gritted your teeth, pulling from every lesson on focus you’d ever had to preemptively attempt to block the scream you knew were coming before you carefully secured the straps at his hips, thigh and ankles. You sprang back and looked at the ties, all tight and secure and without being reminded, used your phaser to cut off the branch at the right length before checking on your charge. He’d passed out from the pain. You moved along the edge of the cliff until you came around his head, and lifted it into your lap, leaning against the cliff face for support. As he regained consciousness, you threaded your fingers through his hair, trying in vain to soothe him.

You comm beeped suddenly, startling you, and before you could respond, the golden strands of the transported wrapped around you both. The relief you felt as the transporter pad materialized under you was so overwhelming, you barely noticed when a medical team scooped Leonard from your lap and whisked him away to the MedBay. You just sat their, sagged in relief, until Scotty cleared his throat and suggested you head to MedBay yourself to be checked over.

It had been a week since your adventure with Doctor McCoy, and you’d been trying to avoid encountering him since your rescue. You couldn’t quite pinpoint a reason, other than the extreme emotional responses you’d had to the situation, the crying, the kissing, the awkward MedBay hysteria you’d succumbed to after.

It was easier to hide in the geology lab and hope you never needed medical attention than face the reality of your experience with the handsome doctor by having to see him. Which was exactly where you were hiding currently, working extra on a project instead of attending the Federation Day party in the officer’s lounge. Because of how many people were attending the party, you thought nothing of it when you looked up and realized time had gotten away from you and hours had passed. There’d been no shift change to show you how long you’d been sitting at your desk working, and when you got into a problem, you often lost track of time. When the door did eventually slide open, you assumed it was someone sneaking in to try to make up for the amount of time they’d spent at the party. It wasn’t until you heard someone clearing their throat in front of your desk that you bothered looking up. It was Doctor McCoy.

“Oh! Doctor McCoy, what a surprise.” You forced yourself to smile and wished you were able to repress the burn you felt at your shoulders creeping up into your cheeks.

“Now, sweetheart, I thought we’d dispensed with formalities back on that god-forsaken rock. It’s Leonard. And you weren’t at the party. Jim was going to make you wait, but I insisted he allow me to bring you this,” he smiled. “Come out from behind that desk.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you complied with his demand, standing in front of him. You forced yourself to make eye contact with him nervously and he smirked and then cleared his throat and stood a little straighter

“On behalf of the United Federation of Planets, and under the direction of Captain James T. Kirk, I am happy to recognize your valour with this award for bravery in the line of duty,” he said somberly. “Your personnel file will be changed to reflect the conferral of this accolade.” He pinned the service medal to your uniform and then dropped his hands from you like he’d been burned.

“What?” You asked, confused. His posture softened again and he smiled.

“Allow me to be completely honest with you, Y/N. If it hadn’t been for your cool head, I probably would have died. You’re being recognized for your bravery and -”

“Cool head?” You laughed. “If you recall, I spent most of that trip in tears.” He smiled at you and stepped closer.

“You aren’t a medic. You were in an unfamiliar situation expected to do unfamiliar things. And not only did you do them, you ensured you were gentle and safe at each step of the way. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wouldn’t hate you when it was all said and done.” His voice was low and soft, and his hand traced along your cheek. You felt yourself subconsciously leaning into the warmth of his palm and looking back up at him. The way he was looking at you made you feel more confident, and any residual embarrassment ebbed from your body.

“You’re a good teacher?” You suggested, brushing off his praise. “I did exactly what you told me to do.”

“When you had to turn me, you recognized that it was going to hurt, and you positioned yourself in such a way to be the least painful turn you could manage. Without being told. You are gentle and kind and thoughtful, and you earned the citation you received,” he smiled. “I only insisted I be the one to give it because I wanted to ask you to come back to my quarters to help you celebrate it with a drink.”

“Are you suggesting fraternization with a lower ranking officer, Doctor McCoy?” You asked. He closed the space between you and dipped his head, brushing his lips against yours.

“I just might be, Lieutenant,” he murmured against your skin. “What say you?”

You pressed your lips against his as you slipped your arms around his neck. “Lead the way.”

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Sherlock S3/4 and Star Trek: The City on the Edge of Time

The Enterprise encounters what Spock (Sherlock) refers to as a ripple in time. It’s causing turbulence, and just in case, Kirk (John) tells Uhura to send backup versions of his log entries to Starfleet.

Mr. Sulu is injured, and Bones comes in to help. He revives Sulu with a shot to his heart, and that is successful, but when there is another moment of turbulence, Bones is injected with this own shot.

Bones pops up, ranting...

Mary, Ajay...When he gets to his feet though, he’s talking to the crew. He escapes into the lift, and in the ship. Over the com system, one of the basic crew explains that Bones has received far more then the usual dosage, and they have no idea what effect that will have. Bones goes down to the surface of the planet over which they’ve been orbiting, and Kirk commands they send down a landing party.

Once they land, there is a circular gate and some ruins, and Kirk explains...

Kirk asks Spock for analysis, and Spock says that the circle is the source of all the power, but...

Suddenly, the objects begins to explain that it has been waiting on a question...(it also mentions the sun, which reminded me of Sherlock not knowing about the solar system). Kirks asks what it is.

Kirk: Are you machine or being?

Guardian: I am both, and neither. I am my own beginning, my own ending.

Spock: I see no reason for us to be couched in riddles.

The Guardian explains that it is saying things in a way that they can understand, and goes on further to mention their science is obviously primitive. Sherlock is taken aback by that statement. (I keep hearing the obviously in Mycroft’s voice, but Sherlock conscious is likely saying it, too.)

If you wish, as you wish...

While this is going on, the rest of the landing party has been out looking for Dr. McCoy. He shows up, still ranting about killers. He’s tranqued, and while he’s down, the gate is still showing scenes from humanity’s past--which Kirk is way more interested in, for some reason. Oh! Because he wants to take Bones back a day in time, to before he was shot.

Kirk approaches the Guardian to ask about how they would achieve entering the portal at the right time, just as pirate ships are seen going through it.

The Guardian explains it was set up a certain way, from which it can’t deviate. Spock calls himself a fool, annoyed he hasn’t been recording the gate, and Bones dives through it.

Uhura tells the Captain, she’s lost contact with their ship. There is...Nothing.

It’s not a communicator failure though, as The Guardian explains Bones has erased what was. Spock comments about no past, no future. Uhura says,

Just like the little girl on the plane tells Sherlock. Spock tells Kirk he had begun recording before Bones jumped, so they are going to try to pinpoint the location, and jump at a time just before Bones arrived. Kirk asks what happens if that plan works, and the Guardian tells him it’s basically a clean reset, all will be as it was before.

Kirk and Spock go through, ending up in 1930′s America. They steal clothing, and run past a bakery on 21st Mission St after Spock incapacitates the cop that tried to stop them. As they hide, and change together, Spock explains that time is...

After they get dressed, the woman that runs the mission finds them in the basement. They go upstairs, and the pair sit down to eat with the others that need assistance. Edith Keeler begins a speech about how she insists they all survive, talks about her belief that one day men will build spaceships, and end things like disease. She tells them these men will be able to give each man Hope. She has brought a book up to the podium with her, likely a Bible, so we get Faith. Eventually, Spock steals some tools to work on the circuit they need, and Miss Keeler makes it clear she doesn’t think they are where they are supposed to be. Spock asks,

Yes, Spock (Sherlock) is dressed like it’s TFP, and being told there is always two of them. She tells Kirk he belongs in another time or place, she isn’t sure, but she will figure it out eventually. Spock looks concerned about the smile Kirk (John) gives Miss Keeler.

Now, Spock’s machine starts processing information. He sees that Miss E will either die that year or in six years she will be important enough to be speaking to the President. She died in a traffic accident.

Queue my wondering if Sherlock got his parents killed in a car wreck when he was younger and/or John caused a drunk-driving accident that killed Mary.

Kirk tells Spock he must be mistaken, but Spock tells him that Miss E is a focal point, to which they’ve all been drawn.

The just don’t know if Bones kills her or prevents it. He’s the “random” variable, according to Spock.

Spock asks Kirk what happens if, in order to set things straight again, Miss E must die? The scene goes black, and we don’t know how Kirk (John) replies.

Bones then lands, and accosts one of the men from the mission demanding:

Bones incorrectly thinks it’s a museum of the past history. He passes out after ranting about hospital, needles, and sutures that would have been used then. The other man steals his tricorder, is transported away.

In the meantime, Kirk returns to the flop he shares with Spock, obsessed with knowing if Miss E lives or dies.

(about John Watson)

Bones goes to the mission, just missing Spock by moments, and then we see Spock explaining about the delay of the US entering WWII. Germany...

Spock further reveals to Kirk that Bones had stopped Miss E from being killed in the car accident, and she was the peacekeeper that threw off the timeline, allowing Germany time to complete the A-bomb (patience grenade is about John, remember).

Bones wakes up with Miss E, but says he is unconscious or demented. She asks if Bones would like to meet her friend that talks about Earth like he does, and Bones states, ‘I’m a surgeon, not a psychiatrist.’ He tries to explain who he is, and Miss E says she’s doesn’t believe him due to his uniform, whereupon he replies he doesn’t believe in her either.

Edith goes home, and almost falls down the stairs, but Kirk catches her. She leans in, giving him a kiss, and Spock is not thrilled as he goes right back into the room he was just leaving...the one he shares with Kirk...room 21.

Kirk comes down the stairs when Edith leaves for her room, and Spock comes back out, again. He points out she might have died right there. Kirk points out Bones hasn’t arrived, so it’s too early. Spock explains they don’t have an exact timeline, but to...

...but that millions will die, that would not have died before (reminds me of Moriarty’s plane schemes).

Bones recovers, has convinced himself the surroundings are all a hallucination, but E isn’t. He asks what she is. She says a friend (the closest thing Sherlock Holmes has to one). In return for her kindness, Bones offers to do something around the mission. She explains her young man is taking her to a Clark Gable movie (there was only one in 1930, and it was just his uncredited voice--so possibly an earlier film or error).

Kirk and Spock stop Bones from saving Edith, and she is struck by a car. We get a somewhat dramatic close-up of Kirk’s pained reaction.

When the three of them return to where the landing party is waiting, Scotty explains they only left a moment ago. The Guardian says, ‘Time has resumed its shape,’ but it’s clear the trio aren’t happy. It offers to be their gateway for many such journeys, but Uhura tells them the Enterprise wants to know if they want to beam up. Kirk says, ‘Let’s get the hell out of here.’ (Hel or “Go to hell, Sherlock.)

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Stydia prompt please. A miscommunication where Stiles accidentally asks out the wrong girl to a dance and Lydia is so mad that she refuses to talk to him.

Sure thing!! Thanks so much for the prompt!

One Week Before Prom

Scott watches as Stiles paces around his room in circlesand mutters to himself, head bowed. He’s been at it since Scott arrived thatmorning and has yet to quit once. And it’s all about one strawberry blonde.

"Stiles!“ Scott shouts, causing his best friendto jump in surprise and put his head up, but it did nothing to stop his pacing.“Calm down for a second. You have so much anxiety right now that it’soverwhelming my senses.”

Stiles shakes his head. “I can’t help it, Scotty. Ineed your help! You have to help me, Scott, I have no clue what to do! The wayI ask Lydia to senior prom has to be perfect. It has to be amazing, memorable,and instantly make Lydia say yes.”

Sighing, Scott pulls his best friend down onto the seatbeside him, where Stiles continues to bounce his leg. “Listen, Stiles, Iknow she’ll say yes.”

"Come on, you don’t know that. I have to make thisperfect. This is Lydia Martin, the girl that I’ve had a crush on since—”

"The third grade, yes I know! But you’ve alreadytaken her to a dance before, and plus you two have grown so much closer in thepast few months!“

Stiles groans, flopping backwards onto his bed, limbslimp. Scott watches from his position, concerned slightly. He just hopes that,for the sake of his two friends, Stiles gets over his nervousness and asks herto the dance. After all, the two of them almost constantly are together mostdays, whether it be with the rest of the pack around or just the two of them.At first, Scott assumed the two of them were dating, but both of themimmediately shot that idea down, faces blushing madly, and hearts beatingquickly. In other words, Scott could be a little naive sometimes, but hecertainly isn’t stupid. It’s obvious how much they care for each other. Theonly people who can’t see it is Stiles and Lydia themselves.

All of the sudden, Stiles bolts upright fast enough tostartle Scott. “I got it! The perfect way to ask Lydia Martin to prom! Ihave to get to work right now.”

Scott raises his eyebrows as Stiles races back and forthacross his bedroom, all while typing furiously at his phone. “Are yougoing to tell me your plan?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “My best friend in the wholewide world, Scott McCall, True Alpha werewolf, there is no way in hell I amtelling you my brilliant idea. I’m sorry buddy, you’re just going to have to besurprised like the rest of them.”

"Fine, fine,“ Scott sighs, "So I guessI’ll just leave you to it then.”

Three Days Before Prom

Stiles rummages through his locker, pulling his books outwhen Scott comes up to him, looking worried.

"It’s three days before prom, Stiles,“ Scottmentions.

He mutters in response, "I know.”

"You need to ask her. I know she’s been waiting foryou to ask, Stiles! She’s already turned down a few guys, but I think she’sgetting tired of it.“

"Don’t worry! I think it will happen today.”

“Youthink?”

Stiles groans. “I’m pretty sure! Listen, Scott,it will all make sense when it happens. This will probably be the bestpromposal of all time. You just have to be patient.”

Then, he takes his books in his arms and walks awaytowards his next hour, leaving Scott standing there and hoping that his friendhas everything under control. Of course he trusts Stiles, with his life,actually. But sometimes Stiles just…gets sidetracked, not that it’s a badthing, but in this case, Scott just hopes that he pulls it all together by theend of the day.

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Lydia Martin is usually a somewhat patient person, butit’s three days before Prom and the exact person that she hopes asks her hasyet to even attempt anything, and yeah, she’s pretty impatient about it. Shealready rejected four guys, and two of them were decent people, but she turnsthem down for Stiles Stilinski. She may end up being dateless for Prom and itwill all be his fault.

It’s the last period of the day, Lydia slumps in herseat. Only a few minutes left until the bell goes off, and still no word fromStiles. Not to mention, every time he’s around her, he acts perfectly normal.No stuttering, not shaking, not much sweating. It makes her nervous that maybehe doesn’t want to ask her.

Soon, the bell rings, and Lydia abruptly gets up from herseat, a little upset and a lot impatient. She heads back to her locker for thefinal time that day when she hears music playing outside. Then, she notices,she’s mostly alone in the halls, something a little strange for right afterschool. Curiously, she heads outside, wandering through the crowd of peoplestanding in front of the school.

That’s when she notices the band. It’s the Beacon Hillsband, and they’re performing. The flag twirlers are standing in front as theyplay their songs and march, but why would they be playing her favorite song?And why would they be having a band concert in the courtyard after school inthe first place?

Lydia gently pushes her way through the crowd until shereaches in front of the people lined up like a parade with the ensemble partingthrough the middle. Lydia’s heart thuds in her chest as she sees them carryinga sign.

And there’s Stiles, holding the middle of the sign,glancing around. Lydia grins, looking up and expecting to see her name, butinstead see’s something else.

It reads: Lili,please make me the luckiest man alive and accompanyme to prom, -Stiles.

Then, Lydia’s heart clenches. She sees him beam at her,and she glares back angrily before shoving back through the crowd, this time alot more rudely, stomping all the way to her car. She doesn’t see Stiles chaseafter her, or doesn’t care. Either way, she hops in her car and drives home,angry at herself for thinking that he actually cared.

One Day From Prom

Prom is tomorrow, and Lydia refused to talk to Stiles,walking away from him every time he caught up to her, ignoring his texts andphone calls, and overall avoiding him and the pack. Of course, she didn’t knowwhat really happened.

Stiles messed up. He messed up real bad. Well, in hisdefense, it wasn’t totally his fault,but he didn’t even check the sign to make sure it was right, so maybe it waskinda his fault. But they should’ve gotten the name right in the first place,like is Lydia really that hard of a name to read? Of course, when he smiled atLydia that day and saw her eyes burn, he knew something was wrong. That’s whenhe glanced up at the sign and screamed curses both in his head as well as outloud. Now, he still didn’t have a date to Prom, not that it mattered muchanyway, because the only girl who he would want to take is refusing to talk tohim.

"You have to help me, Scott,“ Stiles begs thatday, "Just help me get alone with her, I have to explain whathappened.”

"She’s not really talking to us, either, Stiles. Ithink you really upset her,“ Scott says softly, sad that his two friendsweren’t talking.

Stiles sucks in a shaky breath. "I know, I know, andit’s all my fault, but I have to apologize, even if she doesn’t want to goanymore. I can’t jepordize our entire friendship over this!”

"I’ll try to help, Stiles, okay? Keep your phoneon.“

And Scott did help. He manages to find Lydia in thelibrary, scanning across some notes. She spots him instantly and tenses, readyto leave at any second.

"Wait, Lydia,” Scott whispers. “Don’t go.Please. I’m here alone.”

Lydia pauses and relaxes back down, staring up at Scott.“What do you need, Scott? I’m a little busy…”

"Yeah, uh, listen,“ Scott stammers, trying tocome up with an idea on the spot. "Can I study with you for that AP test?I could really use some help.”

Lydia blinks. “I guess…”

"Great! Let me just go and get my notes I’ll beright back,“ Scott jumbles and rushes out of the library, yanking out hisphone and calling Stiles, who answers after the second ring.

"Scott?”

"She’s in the library.“

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Stiles heart flutters as he spots Lydia at a table, headbowed, strawberry hair curling over the edges of the table, fingers slidingthrough the pages. He heads up to her, breaths coming out in short spurts,shaking badly, and anxious that he might slip into a panic attack.

"Lydia,” He says. Her head snaps towards him,and once she sees his face, she immediately gathers her stuff in her arms andtries to leave.

"Please, Lydia,“ Stiles begs. "I know whatI did was terrible and you probably hate me right now, but I have anexplaination, just please listen to me for a minute. You don’t have to sayanything!”

Her silence is a queue for him to continue. “Lydia,it was supposed to be you. I spent all week planning something amazing,something I knew you’d have to say yes to, and I thought it would all beperfect. It took some persuading to the band members, but I finally had it andI had no clue that the sign didn’t say your name. I don’t even know a Lili, andI’m not even sure if there is one in our grade! I am so sorry, Lydia. You don’teven have to go with me, I just really don’t want this to completely destroyus.”

Silence. But then, softly, Lydia speaks. “Us?”

"I’ve loved you since the third grade,“ Stileswhispers. "And I still do, Lydia. I’m sorry if that makes you feel weird,but I think I’m in love with you.”

Then, they’re kissing, and Stiles nearly trips over hisown feet in surprise. Lydia pulls away, glaring up at him, then steps hard onhis foot, grinding her heal into his toes. He yelps, looking at her.

"Don’t you ever do that to me again!“ Shegrowls. "Or I’ll probably kill you.”

Stiles gulps. “Yes, I mean, no, I mean…I’ll neverto it to you again, I promise!”

"Good. Pick me up at seven, and don’t be late. I’lltext you what color I’m wearing,“ She smiles, then walks off.

Stiles stands there in shock, unable to move his mouth orlimbs. He just gapes at her as she struts out of the library. At some point,Scott moves by his side, patting him on the shoulder and leading him out.Meanwhile, the only thoughts running through Stiles’ mind are I kissed Lydia, we’re going to the dancetogether.

Prom Night

It’s senior prom, and Stiles is right on time to Lydia’shouse. He waits in the doorway as Lydia descends from her room like a goddess.She looks stunning, dressed in a long, deep red dress, tight to her body andflaring out at the bottom. Sparkles shimmer across the top, gleaming down tothe bottom. In other words, she looks more gorgeous than Stiles can describe.

"You…you look,” Stiles stammers, unable tobring words out.

"Hot?“ Lydia asks.

Stiles shakes his head. "No, you look absolutelybeautiful.”

Lydia smiles at him with a full heart. “And you lookhandsome. Are you ready?”

And, disclaimer, they totally kiss at the dance, andpossibly make out afterwards, and both Stiles and Lydia know at that moment howmuch they truly care about each other.

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