#Mr. Spock is eating my brain

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Help, Mr. Spock is too much fun to draw :((( 💙✨

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Chocolate Donut with Rainbow Sprinkles

Note: SNW Spirk drabble :). For some reason this has been in my head for the longest time lol.

Jim woke up feeling no better than he had the day before. It was only two days beyond the anniversary of the Farragut’s catastrophic encounter with the cloud creature from Tycho IV and he had not been himself for a week. First, because he was anticipating the anniversary. On the day of the anniversary he was reasonably sure he had not spoken a single word. Now not two days had passed and he felt marginally better after reaching out to the families of some of the dead crewmen he had known best. But he was still feeling it, and though he was adept at compartmentalizing and finding solace in his work, Jim felt like the bottom of a boot. Still, he dragged himself to the mess for breakfast and sat up straight as he drank his coffee for breakfast, since nothing looked appetizing enough to eat.

So he was surprised and slightly perturbed when Mr. Spock sat down in front of him. Spock was carrying a tray with a plate, a covered dish, and a cup of tea on it. He set down the plate bearing his own breakfast of some grain Kirk was unfamiliar with and berries. But he set the small covered dish in front of Jim as if Jim might be expecting it.

“Mr. Spock,” Jim said flatly.

“Lieutenant.” Spock nodded. “Good morning. “Good morning. Uh… what’s this?” He racked his brain, wondering if, in the relative stupor he’d been in for the past few days, he’d made some agreement to have breakfast with Spock. Was there a reason he should be expecting a covered dish?

He hardly knew Spock. Yet he liked Spock. He felt an odd kind of magnetic pull around Spock and put it aside…accepting the occasional fantasy when he was alone in bed late at night.

Spock did not start eating. He folded his hands and did not meet Jim’s eyes, instead looking down at the table. “For the past six-point-seven days, I have noticed that you have been acting unlike your usual self. While on the bridge you have spoken, on average, fity-seven percent less than usual. You are one of those humans who is, as the saying goes, easy with a smile. Yet I have not witnessed you smiling once in the last week. And you have not laughed. I… I have found myself concerned as to your well being. After speaking to your brother-”

“Sam,” Jim muttered, rolling his eyes.

“After speaking to your brother,” Spock went on, “I learned that two days ago marked the anniversary of…” He met Jim’s eyes and perhaps seeing Jim’s subtle reaction of dread, stopped himself. He swallowed. “I am aware that you are perhaps marking the anniversary of a great tragedy. I desired to…assist you in some way. That is, I wished to make you feel better. If possible.”

Jim blinked at him and felt a great and welcome warmth come over him. “Oh. That’s exceedingly kind of you. But-”

“I am not asking you to talk about the events of Tycho IV,” Spock said quietly. 

“Good.” Jim relaxed and emitted something close to a chuckle. “I’ve actually talked about it a lot. Just…not with anyone on this ship.” Spock looked at him with interest.

“I understand.” Spock reached out and lifted the cover off the dish in front of Jim. “I only wished to give you this.”

A pink frosted chocolate donut covered in rainbow sprinkles sat on the little plate and instantly Jim was transported. Bobby’s Donuts in Riverside, Iowa. It was actually a full bakery and it had been Jim’s favorite place to relax after school (with the exception of the barn back at home). This was his favorite concoction and one of Bobby’s simpler offerings. Fresh baked chocolate donuts with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. He had not eaten one since…since just after Tarsus IV probably.

“I once heard you speaking of your fondness for this delicacy to Nurse Chapel,” Spock said. “This is not a synthesized item. I…” Spock sat up even straighter. “I made it personally. Captain Pike assisted me.”

“You made me a donut?” Jim stared at him. “You made me a donut?”

Spock looked back at him. Jim knew little about the anatomical properties of Vulcan, but he was pretty sure Spock was blushing, the olive tones of his cheeks darkening subtly. “I am given to understand that humans often enjoy baked goods or sweets as a form of comfort.”

“We certainly do,” Jim muttered. “I just… I don’t know what to say.”

“Perhaps you should try it before you say anything,” Spock said.

“Yeah.” Jim picked up the donut and the corners of his lips quirked up when he felt that it was still slightly warm. He took a large bite and the chocolatey fried dough, not overly sweet frosting, and slight crunch of sprinkles instantly transported him to his child self. He was ten years-old, content in a booth at Bobby’s Donuts, reading about the achievements of Captain Jonathan Archer and distantly hoping his father was safe wherever he was. All that, and at the same time, across the table, he met Spock’s eyes and felt consumed with the urge to throw his arms around the Enterprise’s science officer. Perhaps later.

Jim swallowed the first bite and his mouth twitched before he finally said, “Spock. It’s… it’s perfect.” He could not contain the smile that burst across his face. “Thank you. I… Spock, I think this is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me in a while.”

Spock all but glowed, relaxing slightly in his seat. He raised his head and a subtle expression of satisfaction came over him. “I am pleased.”

Jim took a sip of coffee and couldn’t help moaning slightly at the juxtaposition. Spock’s eyes flashed and he looked down at the table.  

At Starfleet Academy he’d begun drinking coffee. He’d found donuts (that were not as good as Bobby’s but still pretty good) at a spot a few blocks off campus. Studying warp core relays, chomping on donuts, sipping coffee…

“This is the best I’ve felt in weeks,” Jim said softly. 

He wanted to say more. That it was not entirely about the donut. That something inside him had snapped to attention upon meeting Mr. Spock already, and maybe now he knew why.

Spock finally dug into his breakfast and he’d taken several bites as they sat there in contented silence before he said, “That is all I desired.”

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 333

McCoy

Sleep found McCoy slowly. His brain played back the evening for him over and over. He was so glad to be back close to Scotty. Just knowing he was down the hallway was better than the last weeks apart.

He grinned as he thought of Leah and Robbie. He wondered what all they may have gotten up to in Pike’s office. His smile dimmed as he remembered the distance between the pair. He could have Scotty at his side everyday, they were lucky to see each other in person once maybe twice in the year. McCoy resolved to talk about it with Father when he had a chance. Leah should be allowed to be with who she wanted as well.

McCoy walked into the dining room for breakfast with Spock. Scotty was already sitting and McCoy’s heart beat faster when he turned his beautiful smile up at him. His steps took him to his boyfriend’s side quicker and he kissed him before greeting him and sitting.

They were all having a laugh at Jim’s misfortune the previous evening when they were interrupted by a smooth voice asking if he could sit. McCoy saw the flash of uncertainty in Scotty’s face and the dislike on Jim’s.

“Uhm, sure.”

“Thank you,” Khan said as he sat down on Scotty’s other side.

McCoy’s appetite left him, even though the food in front of them smelled delicious.

Mr. Archer walked in then and they all stood.

“Welcome back gentlemen,” the head of house greeted them.

A chorus of ‘good mornings’ greeted him back before he gave them leave to sit and begin the meal. McCoy felt Scotty’s hand slip into his and squeeze. Their section of table remained silent as everyone sat back down and began eating. McCoy bumped into Scotty and realized his boyfriend had scooted his chair closer to him and away from Khan.

Why was Khan sitting with them? It wasn’t just because Sural was in his normal seat. He could have had any of the other chairs near the head of the table.

’Scotty loves me,’ McCoy repeated in his head. He glanced down at where Scotty was pressed against him from nearly hip to knee. The jealousy that normally burned his chest about Khan was only a single spark for once.

“Khan, how was your summer?” McCoy found himself asking before he realized he had said anything. He was a prince, polite conversation was expected of him, even if it wasn't his strong suit. He saw Scotty glance at him in surprise.

“It was pleasant,” Khan replied, with only the tiniest hint of surprise in his voice. “Though nowhere as exciting as yours was, if news articles are to be believed. You all spent it together, I understand?” Khan looked across at Jim and Spock.

“Aye,” Scotty said. “First on Georgiares and then Scotland.”

“It must be nice to travel,” Khan said with a longing note in his voice.

“Were ye here all summer lad?” Scotty asked.

“Yes,” Khan said. “Kati and Joaquin were allowed a trip, but I stayed. After all, my therapist is here.”

“And that’s helping?” Jim asked bitterly, glaring across the table.

“Yes,” Khan said, looking at Jim. Shame crossed his face. “I have apologized to Scotty for my behavior towards him, but Jim, I have never had the opportunity to apologize to you properly. I am most sincerely sorry for the incident with the drugs. My therapist has helped me see how harmful my behavior was not only to others but to myself as well. I don’t expect you to forgive me at once, but please know I am trying to make amends.”

Jim looked at a loss for words. McCoy heard the emotion and sincerity Khan’s voice held, yet he still couldn’t fully forgive him. Jim’s face showed he didn’t either. Spock brushed Jim’s arm, and Jim seemed to shake his surprise away.

“Uh, thank you,” Jim said.

The conversation died off again. They ate in silence until Khan spoke again.

“Leonard, is your father recovered?”

Scotty’s hand squeezed McCoy’s leg above the knee. A reminder to play nice.

“Yes,” McCoy answered the augment. “He took his duties back up yesterday.”

“And the princess did well? I was surprised it was not you who took over,” Khan said.

“I’m not of age for a few more months,” McCoy said. “Leah did an excellent job.”

“She is a very beautiful young woman. It was a pleasure to meet her yesterday.”

From the corner of his eye McCoy noticed Robbie sit up straighter and color tint his face.

Part 334

Scotty

Scotty was surprised by how well the whole talk went. Everyone was polite. Of course some strange looks were exchanged, but otherwise it was fine.

Maybe things could really change. Maybe Khan could really change.

When breakfast was over, Scotty didn't want to leave Leonard. They stood close to each other, the prince's hands in the Scotsman's.

"How long until we see each other again?" Leonard asked quietly and Scotty thought about their schedules and which courses they shared.

"I suppose three hours. Then we'll have Federation History together."

Leonard let out a sigh and Scotty chuckled, releasing one of his hands to place it on his boyfriend's cheek.

"Come on, I'm sure we'll survive it. After all we managed the last two weeks apart."

A smile washed over Leonard's face and he leaned forward to kiss Scotty.

"You're right leannan."

They stared at each other, simply enjoying their company, for some time before a voice interrupted them.

"Sir, we have to leave now or we'll be late."

Scotty looked to the side and saw Spock waiting at the door.

"On my way Spock."

One last kiss and Leonard and Scotty parted ways.

Sural was in most of Scotty's courses. Well... Vulcan people were quite intelligent so Scotty hadn't expected any less. He knew that Spock would take higher courses too if it weren't for his job as Leonard's bodyguard.

Khan was sitting next to Scotty during physics class. The Scotsman could see that he had more trouble than usual working on the tasks. Why? He was a superhuman. These tasks shouldn't be a problem to him.

Scotty's stomach twisted when he thought about the call he had had with the Augment during summer break.

He had said something about scientists and meds. Maybe these were side effects of their treatment?

Scotty would ask Khan later on.

His mind drifted off to the therapy session he'd join. It was on Wednesday. Two days from now. How would it turn out? What would he be able to do for Khan?

The Scotsman was still surprised that Khan had apologized to Jim in the morning. It wasn't anything like him. Scotty had seen that Jim had trouble believing any of it, but he still hoped for things to turn out for the better.

When Khan suddenly looked up, Scotty was startled by the look on the Augment’s face. Khan looked... insecure, almost embarrassed.

"Can... I help ye?" Scotty asked carefully, not wanting it to sound like an insult.

He could see that Khan was fighting with himself before he nodded slowly. He seemed incredibly embarrassed, asking for help.

When class was over, Scotty wanted to leave for Federation History, but Khan held him back.

"Scotty."

The Scotsman turned around, throwing a glance at the clock. If he took too long he wouldn't get the chance to talk with Leonard before class started.

"Yeah?"

Khan swallowed, not meeting his eyes.

"T-thanks for helping me. I... I don't know what's wrong. It... was harder than usual."

Scotty smiled softly.

"No problem Khan. Anytime."

He glanced back at the clock.

"Gotta go now. I'll see ye later."

With that he quickly headed off to see Leonard.

[lionesshathor]

tried my hand at text-based RP. enjoy this spock and mccoy banter!

Spock:

Whoever "borrowed" my padd will return it by the end of the day, or I will turn the ringer on full volume, for a full 24 hours

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

alright, alright! I'm returning it now! lordy, I had no idea the ringtone was set to "bananaphone"

never getting that song outta my head now

Spock:

It was Jim's idea as a way to insure it was returned promptly

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

ugh, figures

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

definitely works

now excuse me while i staunch the bleeding in my ears...

Spock:

It could be worse, his original suggestion was the "baby shark" song

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

oh, that's not much worse

i always learned that song differently anway

Spock:

I forgot, you have a daughter. She enjoys it?

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

not that much anymore, she's just discovered "the song that never ends"

and its sequel, "i know a song that gets on everybody's nerves"

Spock:

My sister enjoyed the never ending song

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

michael? haven't heard from her in ages

and for god's sake, don't put anymore earworms in me

*grump grump*

Spock:

If you took up my offer to learn meditation they would not be able to get stuck in your head

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

I'll do that when you admit to actually having an injury before falling flat on your face

Spock:

I was pushed

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

mr. "tries to walk out of medbay during surgery"

you were BLEEDING PROFUSELY

a grasshopper could have pushed you over

Spock:

I was referring to the incident on the planet, we have already discussed the fact that the anesthesia had an effect on me. I did not walk out on purpose, I was hallucinating

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

really? did your perfectly meditated brain fail on you?

next you'll be telling me that "bananular" is a word

Spock:

When drugged, yes, it can fail. I am not a machine

Bananular?

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

as in, "bananular phone"

did you even listen to the song when you let Jim pick your ringtone?

Spock:

I let Jim pick, to make him stop complaining so I could finish my work

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

you know what, next time you call me illogical, ill just say BANANULAR

Spock:

It is technically not my ring tone, it is an alarm to make people return my padd

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

*facepalm* oooof course you did

let me guess, your actual ringtone is on a frequency only those pointed ears of yours can hear

Spock:

No? You have heard my ring tone, it is currently in the hall of the goblin king....

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

doesn't ring a bell

do you mean mountain king?

Spock:

Yes

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

hmph. don't even know your earth music right

Spock:

I am man enough to admit my mistakes

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

now "tenessee stud" is a real classic

Spock:

Stud?

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

...do i need to explain what a stud horse is to you?

its a song about a man and his stallion

they ride around on adventures in the ancient west

Spock:

That is the premise of most songs you recommend

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

because theyre GOOD

respect the classics!

Spock:

Classic like "save a horse ride a cowboy" ?

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

oho! when did you listen to that one?

did you hear "she thinks my tractor's sexy" perchance?

i still have my "save a horse, ride a tractor" shirt somewhere

Spock:

I listen to all your recommendations when I have time. They are.... interesting

Jim stole that shirt

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

he did WHAT

Spock:

He wears it to bed regularly. I highly doubt you both have one, therefore he stole it

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

that sonuva-

MY SHIRT

did he swipe my "not everything in Iowa is flat" shirt too?

or my Georgia peach shorts?

Spock:

I do not know about the shorts, but the flat shirt he does have, he bought matching "booty shorts"

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

...well, the joke does fit him better

he always had bigger pecs

BUT IT'S STILL MY SHIRT

also since when did it have a matching booty shorts set?

last time in cedar rapids i didn't see anything

next time you see him, tell Jim that the iowa shirt is meant for women

see how he reacts

then get me a replacement

for BOTH

Spock:

He may have gotten them from the replicator. I give you permission to steal your clothes back, do not open the drawer in the closet, it is broken, and jim will notice someone else has been in there

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

how could i open a broken drawer?

Spock:

When opened it will not close unless you do it at an angle. It is difficult for me, and jim.

Spock:

Also, do not go when jim is there

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

let me guess, he's hiding somehting in there?

a secret stash of gummy bears, maybe?

that jim always had a sweet tooth

Spock:

No, I do not believe there are sweets in our room. You forget, jims diet is something we both agree on

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

do we, now? this could be an historic occasion

Spock:

We have agreed for years on this

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

us? thinking alike for year?

i need a drink

Spock:

We agree on many things

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

*spits out drink*

*cough cough*

ugh

if you're gonna get nasty, i'm gonna leave

Spock:

Nasty? We both enjoy salad.... you told me last week

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

I enjoy a good slaw. what you eat is cattle feed

Spock:

Cattle would be poisoned by my regular diet

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

of leaves? i doubt that

get yourself a corn dog or something on a bun

honestly, you're so gaunt and lanky

you need something that will really stick to your ribs

Spock:

The spices are poison to most earth creatures

[boldlygo-boldlygoing-boldlygone]

And We Do It All Again - Chapter 2

Summary: Jim has two big problems right now. The first is that he is hopelessly in love with his First Officer and his Chief Medical Officer, and neither seems to return his feelings. The second is that he’s stuck in a time loop where his ship is destroyed and his crew killed, over and over again.

Things can never be simple for James T. Kirk, can they?

Warnings: angst, (temporary) character death, swearing, time loops, suicide attempt in a later chapter (again, it’s in a time loop so it doesn’t really work)

Pairing: McSpirk

Chapter 2 of 7

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A/N: Can also be read here on AO3!

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Jim thrashed, legs tangling in his sheets, and ended up on the floor, clutching his chest and sucking in breath. Panicked, he kicked off the sheets and stumbled to his feet.

It was only when he realized he wasn't being sucked into the emptiness of space that he paused.

He stood in his room, blinking and taking deep, plentiful breaths. With a shaky hand, he glanced at the clock. Seeing the date, he exhaled deeply. A dream. It had only been a dream. His eyes turned, pausing on the chess board and glasses. A shiver ran up his spine.

Just a dream.

He rushed through his routine that morning, unwilling to admit even to himself that his hands shook a tad. Seeing them would help, he decided, and the sooner he got to see them, the sooner he'd feel better. Once he was dressed, he headed for the mess hall, trying to keep his face relaxed. Something caught in his chest when Spock was seated in the exact place he'd been in his dream, reading, but Jim pushed it away. Spock sat in roughly the same place every day. And he liked to be productive, so the PADD wasn't strange either. Still, he knew he was tense as he sat across from his First Officer.

"Good morning, captain."

"Morning, Spock."

"Our match last night was quite riveting. Your skill is improving."

Jim blinked, mouth going dry. He just knew Spock well. This wasn't weird, it didn't mean anything. "Thanks, Spock. Glad you had a good time."

The corner of Spock's mouth flickered down. "Are you well, Jim? You seem startled by my comment and you are, as Dr. McCoy says, fidgeting."

"No, I'm okay. Just had a weird dream." Jim threw his friend a reassuring smile and allowed himself to lightly touch his First Officer's forearm. Hands were a whole thing for Vulcans, he knew that, but a forearm should be okay. Besides, the contact made it easier to prove to himself that this was real and that he hadn't just watched the two people he cared about most die. "Anyway, let's have a rematch tonight. Bet you beat me this time."

"Not this again." Bones plopped down beside Jim, scowling. Jim grinned and let his arm- the one not touching Spock- wrap around his friend's shoulders. The contact did wonders in calming his racing heart.

"Yes, this again! You wanna come?"

"Depends. Will there be whiskey?"

"Not tonight. You drank everything I had last night."

Bones snorted and started eating. "Like you didn't help."

"Come on, Bones, it'll be fun!"

"I dunno if I can suffer both of your presence without a drink." Bones smirked, quirking an eyebrow at Jim. "But I can try."

"Great! We can meet in my cabin at 2300."

"Affirmative."

"I can do that."

"Perfect." Jim paused, pushing aside the words that came naturally. "Spock, we outta get to the bridge."

"Correct, captain." Spock stood and nodded at Bones. "Until tonight, Leonard."

"See ya, Bones!" Jim grinned as Bones waved half-heartedly, something fond flickering in his features even as he rolled his eyes.

Jim fell into step with Spock as they headed for the turbolift. Inside, Spock spoke up. "I must admit, I do find the recreational time spent with you and Dr. McCoy quite enjoyable."

"I'm glad, Spock. It's- It's quite enjoyable for me too."

He felt Spock glance at him from the corner of his eye, but he didn't comment further. They stepped on the bridge together, then separated for their respective stations.

"Captain on the bridge!"

"Status report, Mr. Sulu?" Jim asked, a strange nervousness crawling over him as his pilot responded.

"Starfleet sent us new orders this morning. There's a planet in our sector they want us to check out."

"Okay." Jim hesitated. It had only been a dream. They were on an exploration mission, after all. It was a common enough command, it wasn't surprising.

"Sir?" Sulu glanced at Chekov, then back at him. "Shall I set the course?"

Jim cleared his throat. "Yes, Mr. Sulu. Thank you."

"Yes, sir."

He forced his attention to turn to his paperwork (paperwork that felt too familiar, too much the same as before), though was unable to keep from occasionally glancing out at the stars. Time crawled by and he found himself painfully tense, worry circling his mind. It had just been a dream. A frighteningly realistic one, but a dream all the same. After his shift, he'd head to his room, meet Bones and Spock, and tell them about it. They'd calm his fears and assure him that he was, in fact, being ridiculous. It'd be okay. He just had to finish this shift.

Then Sulu spoke and he felt as though all the air had left the room. "Sir, there's an unidentified ship approaching."

Jim sucked in a breath and ground his teeth, forcing his shaking hands to steady. "Hail them."

"They're not responding."

"Shields up. Then try again."

"Yes, sir." As Sulu moved to act, the entire ship jolted.

"We've been hit, captain! Damage to engine one!"

Jim swore, a cold panic washing over him. "Are the shields up?"

"Yes, sir, but the hit came while I was putting them up. They didn't block the entire blast."

"Fire back immediately!"

"Shields at twenty percent!" Chekov called.

"Firing now!" Sulu tensed. "It didn't even dent their shields!"

"Get us out of here, Mr. Sulu!"

"Yes, sir. I need-" The ship shook again. The hit took the lights with this time.

"Shields at ten percent!"

"Sulu, can you get us out?"

"The engine is too damaged, sir, I can't warp!"

"Damn it! Evacuate the ship!" He commanded, slamming the button. Red light flooded the room and Jim strode to the console, already pulling Sulu up.

"The autopilot is down, sir, I need to stay and-"

"Get out of here, Hikaru! That's an order!"

"But sir-" The ship rocked again.

"Think of Demora!"

Sulu's eyes went wide. Jim felt guilty for the bluntness, but it got the man moving, and that was what mattered. Jim turned his attention to Spock immediately.

"I need to find Bones."

"I will accompany you, captain."

Jim nodded sharply, not bothering to argue. The memory from yesterday- the dream, the damn dream- rose, but he pushed it down and pressed on.

"Bones!" The ship shook, more violently this time. The shields were down.

"I need to get my patients off this ship. Go without me!" Bones barked, not even looking at Jim.

"Come on, Bones, we can't stay!" Jim insisted, even as he pulled a patient out of bed and helped Nurse Chapel get a grip on him. She dragged the man- the last patient, he realized, as Bones helped Dr. M'Benga with another.

"Alright, alright. Lead the way."

Jim moved, knowing the two were behind him. Fear gripped him as the world exploded again, however, and he was thrown into Bones' office.

"No!"

Spock and Bones, clinging for dear life.

"Bones! Spock!"

Spock's eyes rolling. Bones' face going blue.

"No! No!"

Spock let go. Jim screamed. The world exploded.

. . .

This time, he shot out of bed, eyes fearful as they found the clock.

Same time. Same day.

He wanted to believe to it was a bad dream. That he was stressed and his brain had come up with some weird situation to cope with that. But it had all been too real for that. He didn't know what was happening, but he had to stop it.

He barely pulled on appropriate clothing before taking off, sprinting for Spock's room. He pounded on the door as soon as he arrived, heart racing.

"Jim. It is quite early, is all well?"

"No. You have to listen to me. I dunno what's going on, but I've been through this day twice now and both times, the Enterprise has been blown up and we all die. I need your help stopping it." As soon as it was out, he knew how insane it sounded. He was certain Spock thought he had lost it, but he was simply staring. When he spoke, his voice was void of emotion.

"Why don't you come inside?" Jim blinked, confused, but let Spock usher him inside. "Were you able to sleep last night, Jim?"

"What? Yeah, I guess. Spock, you're missing the point!"

"I am not. I am simply assessing the situation. You are certain these events were real?"

"Yes. Like I said, I don't know how, but they were! We have to do something!"

"Indeed." Spock looked at him a moment longer, then cautiously raised his arms. "You are shaking. May I hug you?"

Jim blinked. "Uh- what?"

"Hugs are customary means of comfort in Earth culture, correct?"

"Well- yeah."

"Then I wish to comfort you. This has clearly caused you great distress."

"I guess." Jim was still confused as Spock hugged him. He couldn't recall if Spock had ever hugged him. "I'm just glad you aren't calling me crazy. I thought you'd think I lost it."

"Believe me, Jim. I do not think you 'crazy,' as you say." Spock released him, sincerity in his eyes even as his features remained neutral. "I do apologize, however."

"What? What are you-" He didn't have a chance to finish as he felt Spock's fingers at his neck. The world was black before he even hit the ground.

The first thing he registered when he came to were voices, low and worried.

"-clearly believed these events to be real."

"Jesus, Spock. You did the right thing bringing him here."

"Will you be able to determine what is wrong?"

"Yeah, I should. He's probably just been pushing himself too much. You saw how tired he was last night."

"Exhaustion could cause delusions."

Delusions? "Bones. Spock!" Jim forced his heavy eyes open and tried to sit up. He found he couldn't.

"Woah, Jimmy, relax." Their faces appeared in his vision.

"Spock, what the hell!?"

"I apologize, captain. You were clearly in a state of panic and I believed Dr. McCoy could best assist you."

"I'm not having delusions! The ship is going to get attacked! Let me up so I can stop it!"

Bones frowned, eyes worried. "Kid, calm down. We're gonna figure out what's wrong, okay? You're gonna be fine." He was being gentle. Bones was never gentle.

He really thought Jim had lost it. He struggled harder against the restraints, anger and despair and betrayal flowing through his system. "Damn it, Bones! Just listen to me!"

"You're not makin any sense, kid. The ship is fine."

"Yeah, now! But we're gonna get attacked!"

"Jim-"

"I saw the crew dying! I saw you both die! I need to save you, let me save you!"

Spock and Bones exchanged a look. A hand closed around his and squeezed. "We're right here, Jimmy."

"Don't touch me, damn it!" Jim thrashed violently, too angry to properly appreciate the gesture. "Listen!"

"I'm gonna put you to sleep again, kid. We'll figure this out, I promise."

"No, Bones, don't! Please, don't!" But it was too late. Jim glowered at Bones, then Spock, as he felt the hypo kicking in. "Damn you both!" He snarled before his body relaxed on its own account and he fell unconscious again.

When he woke the second time, the world was red. Bones was beside him, yanking his limp body- still weak from the sedative- off the biobed. Jim leaned again Bones, groaning as the doctor practically dragged him to the door.

"Leonard!" Spock skidded to a halt in front of them, then grabbed Jim's other arm and helped drag him towards the door.

"What the hell is going on?" Bones hissed as they stumbled to the door.

"We are being attacked." Spock explained shortly. Jim was too weak to say 'I told you so.'

"What? By who?"

"I do not-"

The explosion cut him off. This time, Jim watched, horrified, as Bones was sucked out of the ship. The only thing keeping him from the same fate was Spock's strong arm, his grip painful on Jim's bicep.

"BONES!"

"Jim!" Spock pulled at him, but it was obvious the lack of atmosphere was affecting him. Jim himself already felt lightheaded. Black spots filled his vision and he passed out before Spock's grip failed.

[dreamthinkimagine]

Dinosaurs

WARNING: Predator/Prey relationship

WARNING: Mention of getting eaten

WARNING: Mention of possible death

For @the-spooky-lee because she was so patient with my last fic that took me thousands of years to write

The credits rolled on the screens of the three-sided computer in the break room. Spock stared at his screen, his mouth agape, cold, and his mind practically blank. His mind - Spock’s mind.

“I love that movie,��� Jim said as he shut off the computer. “Is there a problem, Spock?” Spock had to shake his mind from it’s empty void to respond.

“No, Captain. The illogic displayed in the film is most illogical.”

“How?” Bones cut in.”If dinosaurs were still around, some of them would most certainly eat people! They were carnivores, we’re meat. It’s nature. How is that illogical?”

“I think I’ll return to my quarters.”

“Good night,” Kirk said as he watched Spock walk out the door.

“If I’d known sooner that dinosaurs freak him out, I would’ve brought them up a long time ago.”

“This is serious, Bones. I’m worried about Spock.”

“I know. And well...he gets on my nerves, but I’m worried too.”

“I shouldn’t have made him watch the movie.”

“Now don’t go blaming yourself. There’s no way you could’ve known he, of all people, would react like that.”

“There’s got to be a way to show him dinosaurs aren’t an issue.”

“Well, what do you think we should do about it?”

***

Illogical thoughts filled Spock’s head. Dinosaurs weren’t real. Just something for film...right? Heart pounding against his ribs, he stood from his bed. Holding his breath, he shuffled to the computer, keeping himself cloaked with his blanket and said, “Computer, search dinosaurs.”

Spock’s temperature dropped as he looked upon the photographs of fossils from the mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex. Those powerful jaws and massive teeth that Spock knew without a shadow of an illogical doubt would be able to take his arm off in one bite. He shivered at the sight of the remains of a Brontosaurus. The size. The sheer size. What could have a fighting chance against it?

Everything changed when he laid eyes on the bones of a Spinosaurus skeleton.The skull that was as long as he was tall with what looked like pressure sensors - to feel where prey was instead of seeing. That tail perfect for propelling itself in the water. Powerful legs for the land. Once he was able to properly process claws on the end of its arms, he slammed the power button on his computer, breaking it.

Now it wasn’t just a story anymore. Dinosaurs had been real. Not even the Vulcan nerve pinch would be able to save him against these beasts.

“An asteroid,” Kirk said. He was so engulfed in thought, that he didn’t hear his door open. “65,000,000 years ago, an asteroid crashed into Earth and wiped out all the dinosaurs. They’re gone, Spock. They’re all gone.”

“So you can calm down now.”

“Why would you think that I am acting illogical,” Spock asked. “That assumption itself is quite illogical.”

“Well, for one you have that blanket wrapped around you; you green blooded -.”

“I was cold.”

“The power button on your computer screen is destroyed. Were you looking at dinosaurs?”

“That is irrelevant.”

“What about the fact that your lights are on? Is that ‘irrelevant’?”

“I needed them on to navigate my way to the computer.”

“You left as soon as the credits played, Spock.” Spock stood there before them in silence, trying to wrack his brain for a good excuse. Alas, there was none. “It’s alright, Spock. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”

“Now I’m a Doctor and not a psychologist, but maybe some role play would help. Let him know that dinosaurs are simply nothing to be afraid of.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe we could all act like the dinosaurs in the movie? I know it’s childish, but if he sees us do it, it might take his mind off the intensity of the movie.” Spock and Kirk stared at him in silence, expressions blank.

“...Interesting theory, Doctor.”

“It worked with Joanna when she was afraid of dinosaurs.” They still stared at him. “Or we could try something else.”

“Spock,” Kirk said. “An asteroid wiped them out, remember? There’s no way one can hurt you. I hate to say this, but, your fear is...illogical.”

“I am not afraid.”

“We were just over this, you - ”

“Bones.”

“Well if he keeps insisting that he’s not, I say we leave him here. We’re clearly wasting his time.”

“Perhaps that would best.”

“Agreed. Coming, Jim?”

“...Captain.” Jim heard and understood that through the low tone in Spock’s voice that he was being asked to leave. Jim rose and followed Bones out of the room without a word, leaving Spock to himself.

“Think he’s OK, Bones?”

“I don’t know, but he obviously doesn’t want our help right now.”

“We’ll try again tomorrow,”

“I’ll be there.”

***

The next day, Spock was able to keep his composure for all to see - all except Jim. He could read that half-Vulcan like a book and was easily able to see the subtle changes. How Spock's muscles were always braced. How he spent most of his time staring at one monitor. He knew he needed to do something and fast.

Jim spent his dinner in front of his computer screen searching for a documentary he had seen years before. Spock was a scientific mind, so he had to show him something scientific...right? As the computer played the first scene, Jim jumped out of his chair. He memorized the name and jetted down the hall to Sickbay. But on the way, he ran into Spock.

"Spock! I need you to come with me!" No time to get Bones now.

"Captain?" Kirk pulled him into the break room, and began talking to the computer. As Spock wondered what was happening, he suddenly saw a Spinosaurus on the screen and stared at it. Mind blank. The screen suddenly cut to an asteroid hurling through space, with Earth nowhere in sight. Kirk watched him for the whole documentary. And it didn't help; Spock hadn't even moved until the credits rolled. If the scientifically established fact that dinosaurs were extinct didn't mean anything to him, then it had to be something else. Kirk thought for a moment.

The Gorn. That thing looked like a dinosaur and Spock had seen it attack Kirk. Now it all made sense, Spock wasn’t so much afraid for himself as he was for his own Captain.

“Spock, you know we’re probably not going to have to fight a dinosaur?”

“...You must be prepared...Jim.”

“I don’t think I was prepared with the Gorn, but I came out okay.”

“Preparation increases one’s chances of survival. But even with that, survival is never guaranteed.” The next thing Kirk did caught Spock rather by surprise; he’d never expected Jim to place his arm around him.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere. How about this, if I train a little more often, will you calm down?”

“I cannot calm down when there is no need to as I do not have your Earth emotions.”

“Of course, Mr. Spock,” he said and gave his side a squeeze, causing Spock to jump at the sensation. "You know, Spock, I'm not the only one who needs to be prepared for a fight." With that, he squeezed his side again, forcing Spock to jump. "Let's start now!" Suddenly Spock was under a vicious tickle attack with Kirk going rampant on his sides squeezing up and down, up and down. Spock jumped out of his trap and raised his arms up to his ribs, ready to defend himself. “C’mon, Spock,” he said. “I’m a James Tiberisaurus Rex. You’re a Spockosaurus, like the Spinosaurus in the documentary.”

Spock froze at the names.

“Spock, I can’t train to fight anything like a dinosaur without a dinosaur to fight.” Spock thought for a moment.

“Logical, Captain. Perhaps you could attempt to escape from this.” The “unemotional” response scared Jim, especially when Spock wrapped his arms around his ribs and pulled him closer. “Spinosaurus, unlike Tyrannosaurus Rex, used their claws to kill their prey.” With that, Spock started gently scraping his “claws” over the Captain’s ribs.

Bones was walking down the hall when he heard the screech and booming laughter. His curiosity getting the better of him, he made his way towards the break room. The door opened and he smirked victoriously. What he saw was a laughing Kirk with Spock digging into his belly and Kirk using his pointer and middle fingers on each hand, kind of like a T. Rex he noticed, to get at Spock’s underarms. He chuckled.

“Well, well, well,” Bones said, gaining their attention and putting a halt to their tickle fight. “I told you a little role play would work.” Kirk and Spock looked at each other.

“Look Spock, it’s a Boneseosaurus; like a Brontosaurus, except, this one’s ticklish.”

“Fascinating.” They each took a step forward and like the two carnivorous dinosaurs they were mimicking, worked together to take down the herbivore dino - the Spockosaurus pulled while the James Tiberisaurus Rex pushed at their prey. Once the Boneseosaurus was taken down, they relished in their feast.

“Wahahahahait,” Bones cried as Spock clawed at his stomach, and Kirk used his fingers to scratch his neck. After that, Kirk kept his promise to train more often and Spock found himself not fearing dinosaurs anymore. He even took up an interest in the prehistoric reptiles. And, while he never told anyone, he kept three small plastic ones hidden away in his Quarters only for him to see. A Brontosaurus, a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and a Spinosaurus.  

[lyresnake]

Lethal Protector Audiobook: The Saga Continues (It Does In Fact Ramp Up)

In case anyone happens to be interested in my further thoughts on the Lethal Protector Audiobook, put out by Graphic Audio. I haven’t quite finished it yet, but I have uh, enough thoughts that they might warrant their own post.

Pleasant surprises abound: Eddie’s actor’s hushed and perhaps slightly awed tone when the symbiote tells him he’s strong enough to fight his way out of the sonic prison without their help is weirdly endearing.

Getting to that one cool part of the novel I’ve heard about where Donna Diego bonds to the Scream symbiote. I have heard it is quite romantic...

O///////O;;;

Oh, uh, well then.

That said, Donna’s actress does sound very lovely as Scream. She’s also, er, how to phrase this delicately, very enthusiastic when emoting nonverbally during the aforementioned scene.

Right, moving on.

I’m a little thrown that Peter seems to be completely unaware of the concept of a distraction, as he acts weirdly surprised that Scream would try and throw a kid through a plate glass window so she could run away while Peter is busy saving him.

On a side note, I wonder if that nameless teenager now has an adorable Spider-Man puppy crush. Godspeed, nameless teenager who nearly died for an Instagram video, I hope one day you find a cute boyfriend who enjoys cosplay.

I seriously have no idea what they’re using for the Foley for Spider-Man’s footsteps/wall crawling. Something scratchy, like sandpaper on concrete. Really, it sounds very weird.

Interesting that Peter automatically assumes that Donna has just completely forsaken clothing upon bonding with a symbiote. Isn’t that generalizing?

No seriously, she’s walking with a group of other people and he assumes that they’re all wearing normal uniforms but that her street clothes are made of symbiote? Why would you think this, Peter?? Are you imagining it, you weirdo???

Who am I kidding, she probably has forsaken clothes already.

There is still too much Peter in this.

Though the narrative does set him up for mockery by making him spectacularly blow his cover for the sake of a one-liner. I wonder if he realizes the symbiote actually does have pretty consistent taste in men?

Eddie’s actor sounds appropriately grief-stricken when they’re prying off the symbiote. Also of note, the desperate flailing noises the symbiote makes when they’re watching the sort-of-potentially-dead Eddie from the Evil Jar. Ah, l’amour. <3

Also on a bizarre side note, while fussing with a fanfic, I apparently managed to hit on what Tuck thinks it feels like to be forcibly separated from a symbiote. Namely that it feels like being flayed alive. The descriptions of this are weirdly decadent. Mr. Tuck, do you have something to share with the class?

On that topic, Local Man Continues to Scream While Being Tortured.

Huh, Eddie pulls off a “playing possum” gambit and a “pretending to be hurt to get close to your enemy before stabbing them with Chekov’s Scalpel” in succession. I’m actually impressed. He also managed to compliment the symbiote when it wasn’t even there. He sounded so affectionate despite the context. I may cry.

Also the Chekov’s Scalpel bit reads really well with the addition of the voice actor heroically gasping and pretending to struggle. “Oh no these horrible sonic guns are the one thing that can hurt my other--WHICH IN CASE YOU FORGOT YOU PEELED OUT OF ME 30 MINUTES AGO, GENIUSES”. Maybe the symbiote really did upgrade. Or they left Eddie with their one collective brain cell.

Another scene which is helped by the addition of sound effects: completely naked Eddie being simultaneously punched by the Life Foundation Quintuplets. It’s actually hilarious. It sounds like something out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

I am a tad disappointed we don’t live in a universe where the Quintuplets decide to bail back to papa and Eddie takes his spouse and kitten basket of good children and they move into an an apartment and spend their days eating rats in the walls and chewing on furniture. Peter would have an aneurysm.

Oh, it’s the reunion scene! Eddie’s actor really nails “rumbly but quietly emotional” with his “Did you miss me?” line. Be still my heart. The narrator is giving his all with regards to breathlessly describing their mutual, overpowering longing and the tube touching--

--and now there is softly swelling, strumming guitar music. Over descriptions of them pressing their hands/tentacles against the glass like they’re Kirk and Spock. You know, in case it wasn’t totally clear it was That Kind of Scene. I was not actually expecting that. Bless you, sound mixer, A+ a very enjoyable amount of Gay.

FYI Peter and MJ’s emotional gooey phone call scene from near the beginning of the novel does not appear to warrant the Prominent Strumming Guitars. Well played, Graphic Audio.

SDKFJKFJDKFJ DONNA REALLY WASN’T WEARING ANY CLOTHES

[radiopopstand]

Radio Popstand Broadcast 27 is available now!

Go to your favourite podcast player and search for Radio Popstand.

First item on this broadcast is me looking back to my 32 years with diabetes.

Here’s a transcript of the article:

My life with diabetes

Let’s start by saying that I am not a health care professional. The following words are my own experiences of dealing with my diabetes over the past 32 years. They should not be taken as a comprehensive manual in dealing with the condition. If you have any concerns about your treatment of diabetes or that of a family member or friend you should always consult your GP or practice nurse. We are all different and the way you need to treat your diabetes may be different to that which I mention in this article.

A few days after my 28th birthday, way back in the year of 1987, I found myself sitting in the surgery of my doctor. I was attending an appointment I’d made, hoping to rid myself of what I considered, at the time, to be a minor complaint, but what in essence turned out to be a much more serious problem than I realised, a condition was to be diagnosed that I still suffer from to this day, and will do so for the rest of my days.

My immediate concern at this time was the appearance of some boils on the lower part of my back. After living with these for what must have seven to ten days I decided, especially seeing they were becoming rather uncomfortable and would not go away, to see my doctor. Before this time I’d very rarely had cause to see the doctor, but things were about to change.

“Hello Jeffrey, don’t see you here very often, how can I help you today?”, said my GP as he shook my hand and ushered me to a seat. I explained the problem and doctor examined these troublesome boils. “I see, well I can prescribe some antibiotics, which will clear up these little fellas for you, but what we really do need to find out is exactly what has caused these to appear”, the doctor explained.

I was given a specimen container and asked to go to the toilet to provide a urine sample. This I duly did, and on returning to the doctor he went over to a corner of his massive room with my urine sample. In a few moments he walked back over to me and uttered those words that I’ll never forget “This is most interesting Jeffrey, there would appear to be a rather high sugar content in the sample you’ve provided today”, which he spoke to me in the matter of fact style just like Mr Spock from the TV series Star Trek.

It took a while to sink in, but this was the start of my life with diabetes. In those early days it didn’t create too much of a problem. I was diagnosed as having type 2 diabetes, and my doctor referred me to a specialist at the local hospital. Apart from the antibiotics prescription to clear up the boils I wasn’t prescribed any other medication at this time.

Whilst waiting to see the specialist, which must be have been ten to fourteen days after my initial GP appointment, I took it upon myself to refrain from eating anything that contained sugar. This was not easy, but I had no sugar in my tea and coffee, ate no pudding after dinner, and certainly ate no confectionery, cake, fruit or anything else that I considered contained sugar or anything resembling sugar.

I was certainly very strict with myself over those few days, so much so that when I did see the specialist, and he carried out his own tests, it appeared my diabetes condition was hardly noticeable. Unfortunately, over the months that followed the condition got worse. Despite taking various medications to coax my pancreas into producing insulin, the magical hormone that I was sadly lacking, the insulin was not being produced and I was diagnosed as having type 1 diabetes, this was less than 18 months after the initial diagnosis.

A whole new set of rules and a steep learning curve to take in about taking injections of insulin, a more stringent regime of testing my blood glucose levels and how to treat the affects of hypogljycaemia, which is often referred to as a hypo or a sugar low. The biggest hurdle encountered on a daily basis by diabetics is achieving a balance between the insulin taken and the carbohydrate value of your food intake, but these are not the only two components to achieving a satisfactory balance of blood glucose levels, what you are doing in way of activity is another thing that can very much affect this delicate balance.

So what is this hormone called insulin, what does it do, and why is it so important. I’m not an expert on the workings of the human body, so my following explanation is very much simplified, but put quite simply insulin stores away the glucose content in your blood until it is needed. Glucose is an essential commodity, as it is the fuel or energy needed by the brain to function, without glucose the brain can not function, but with too much glucose many serious problems can soon occur if your condition is not treated, and indeed can occur over time even if your diabetes is treated, that is why it is so important to keep a close watch on those glucose levels and try to keep them as close as possible to normal to reduce the chance of problems.

Some of the problems that could occur due to excessive glucose in the blood stream include a blurring of vision due to a change in shape to the eye lens, in extreme cases sight loss can occur, skin infection - remember my original problem with boils, urine infection, lung and other infections, nerve damage to hands and feet, kidney damage, excessive urination which can result in excessive thirst and tiredness and weakness, serious weight loss if body can’t use glucose correctly as your stores of fat are used, dehydration is another serious problem that can cause foot infections and maybe gangrene resulting in amputations of toes, feet or lower legs. I myself suffer with problems to my lower legs often becoming swollen, discoloured and aching, so need to take extra care to avoid the possibility of ulcers developing. This is just a few of the potential problems that diabetes can cause.

Ideally a carbohydrate count of your food has to be made, food that is high in fibre is desirable, as this will be absorbed into the blood steam slowly and help to avoid those blood glucose highs. Each meal should contain approximately the same carbohydrate value each day, to match the amount of insulin you take. This way the chance of the blood glucose level becoming too high or too low is greatly reduced, but of course, as already indicated, the activity you will be engaged in during the day can have an impact on the amount of energy required, and hence can cause problems, as can being ill with something as simple as a cold or even being stressed, these can all affect your glucose levels, as can the weather. Yes, that’s right even the weather can affect those blood glucose levels.

The affects of a low sugar situation can occur at any time, sometimes you become aware that they are occurring, test your blood glucose level using the test equipment available to confirm your suspicions and take glucose orally in the form of dextrose tablets or some other form to remedy the low sugar episode. Unfortunately, it’s not always that easy, there are occasions when the low sugar situation can take you by surprise, so much so that you can find it difficult to concentrate and take the appropriate action required to get you out of this predicament. It is always most important to carry with you some form of fast release carbohydrate such as dextrose tablets and carry some form of identification explaining you are are a ‘type 1 insulin dependent diabetic’. I also have a wrist armband which has these exact words, something that let’s others immediately know in moments of crisis that you are a diabetic.

In the thirty two years I’ve suffered with diabetes I’ve had three instances where I’ve collapsed into a coma due to a low sugar hypoglycemia situation. On the first occasion my father was still alive and he called our own doctor, who immediately came to the house and dealt with the situation, on the other two occasions an ambulance was called. There have been several close calls over the years, on one occasion hitting my head on the side of the cooker and giving myself a black eye. More often than not a low can be quickly treated and I’m back to my normal self quite quickly, on other occasions the affect can take several hours to recover from with intense shivering and sweating being a side affect and also the dreaded muddled head.

Apart from the falling into a coma incidents, the next worse state I’ve been in several times is waking up in the morning where I’ve obviously been low on sugar during the night and I awake with a totally muddled head, after working out how to cure the sugar low, the muddled head then stays with me all day. A very unstable way to spend a day, especially if it’s a work day. I’ve had days where the blood glucose level has returned to normal, but the muddled head can stay until after I’ve had my evening meal, which can, putting it mildly, be most disconcerting and ruin one’s day.

Obviously, if you get several days of low or high sugars you need to make adjustments to your insulin dosage or food intake to try to combat the situation. I currently take four injections a day of insulin, one before breakfast, one before lunch and one before my evening meal, this is a quick acting insulin, after taking I immediately have my food. There is then a final injection of insulin before bed, which is a more slow acting insulin to see me through the night and acts as a base insulin throughout the day. I can often go for weeks or months were my sugar levels are well behaved and everything stays within required parameters, then without warning several occurrences of either high or low levels happen, this can be one of the greatest headaches trying to get things back on course. This is one of the things I find most difficult to make the majority of people around me understand, I’m sure they just think my whole diabetic control is poor and I don’t know what I’m doing.

This whole process of insulin injections, carrying out continuous blood glucose tests by pricking one’s fingers, counting the carbohydrate value of foods, sticking to a schedule of eating meals without missing any, making sure you’re carrying dextrose tablets with you at all times, inspecting your feet to make sure they are not damaged, dealing with the muddled head situations and dealing with the tiredness and general lethargic feeling when sugars go too high can all over time put quite a toll on your well being and frame of mind.

Added to that those mundane illnesses that we all suffer from time to time, now appear to be twice as worse, as you’re not only battling with that but you’re also dealing with your diabetes, that always wants to play up at the same time making you feel appalling and not wanting to do anything. You must keep testing the blood glucose levels and KEEP TAKING THE INSULIN, as although you might not be able to eat, or only eat very little, those blood glucose levels still tend to rise during an illness. It is important to keep hydrated, all that glucose can cause serious dehydration, which can be a very serious situation. Try to drink as much sugar-free fluid as possible. Diabetes is difficult enough to deal with on it’s own, but when you have another illness raise it’s ugly head it’s always best to consult your GP or practice nurse for advice.

Something all diabetics have to deal with at some point is the strange attitude some people seem to have of diabetics, in many cases considering the condition to be a preventable self inflicted disease caused by carelessness of those that suffer with the disease. The truth of the matter is type 1 diabetes is definitely not a lifestyle caused condition, whereas type 2 diabetes can be caused, but not in all cases, by lifestyle. During my 32 years as a diabetic I’ve encountered my fair share of ridiculous, comical, hurtful or just plain silly comments about this condition that I suffer from. Most people make comments with the best of intentions, but some can be really quite rude and disrespectful. I try by best to ignore the majority of the ridiculous comments but the odd remark/criticism can, on occasion, be unkind.

Comical remarks include:

“Do you have a special hole that’s been made to put the insulin into yourself”

Hurtful remarks include:

“This whole problem has got to be your own fault, you must have been a real piggy in your younger days”

“Do you not think it’s about time you got this balance with food and insulin correct, for goodness sake Jeffrey you’ve had this problem for over 30 years now”

Ridiculous remarks include:

“It’s only diabetes, it’s not going to kill you”

“Jeffrey, why drink that diet drink, you need to drink this full sugar Coca-Cola, it’ll do you the world of good”

I’m going to be very boring now and repeat what I said at the start, please excuse me, but it would me very remiss of not to say this. This article has attempted to highlight some of my experiences of dealing with diabetes over the past 32 years. My remarks shouldn’t be taken as the correct or only way to deal with the condition. If you have any concerns about your treatment of diabetes or that of a family member or friend you should always consult your GP or practice nurse.

One event that seems amusing now although wasn’t funny at the time was during a low sugar episode when my head bowled down and I went for a swim in a plate of baked beans, my then teenage niece who was there at the time often reminds me of this incident and we both have a chuckle. You’ll have wait till she writes her memoirs for the full story.

Jeff Wright, 4th August 2019

[impalaanddemons]

One Jump - Part 4

A/N: Aw yeah. I’m back in business. I have two more party planned to wrap this up. This part has mutual pining. The way to Scottys heart is through the Enterprise.

Story: Reader grew up on a planet that’s basically Tatooine in Star Trek. She’s a thief and tried to steal from the wrong Starfleet-Officer, getting herself stuck on the Enterprise.

3000 words. @eufeme rubs off on me....

Soundtrack is “A whole new world” from “Aladdin”. You have been warned.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You finally woke hours later - your room empty and the ship humming lowly. The fever was gone and, just as the doctor had promised, you felt a lot better. No bethaoizdan fleas anymore, you guessed, carefully lifting yourself into an upright position. Your head was still buzzing and someone - the one. the engineer. - had thankfully positioned a glass of water just next to your bed. Of course the water helped. „Great, now I owe him something.“, you muttered under your breath, then, after your head cleared enough, you got up an carefully stretched. You looked around the blank walls lacking any kind of personal touch. „And now?“ Silence.

Someone brought food a little while later, but had - despite considerable efforts charming him - nothing to say about your situation. You spent some time examining the funny texture of the stuff before you ate it, not because you felt like an ape from the stone age, but because you had nothing better to do. Again time slogged along without you participating in it’s passing. It was a boring, dull experience that made you wish for Mr. Scott or the Doctor reappearing. Your hopes rose as your door opened once again, but ti was just another faceless person clad in a red uniform to you. He handed you a grey dress - same uniform the others wore, minus the colour. „Did I get a promotion during my absence yesterday?“ you asked jokingly, but where only greeted with a nonchalant smile. „Yeah, please don’t be overbearing or something like that.“, you rolled your eyes. „I’m dying with all the attention here. Gonna get a heart-„ but the doors had already closed behind you again. „Damn it.“ you mumbled.

By the time the door opened for the next time you had already examined every nook of your quarters and finally resigned to lie in your bed in your new dress, slightly uncomfortable with the way it left your knees unprotected and nearly bored to death. „Y/A“ - Captain Kirks presence filled the room as soon as he entered it. No wonder he was captain of a ship. He had charisma and his beaming smile probably had won over more diplomats and women then anyone could count. Sly bastard. He was followed by his loyal entourage - the vulcan - a species you’d had rarely contact with so far - the dark haired doctor on his other side and even Mr. Scott trailing along. „Ah, hm, Captain!“ you sat up and gave him your most charming smile in return. „Do I have to say ‚Sir‘ in return or have I not yet been enlisted?“ He smiled - well, a bit, and shook his head. „No one is going to enlist you, we’ve got regulations after all. Freedom of will being one of them.“ „At least when it comes to enlisting,“ mumbled the Doctor next to him. He was only barely audible, but Kirk threw him a stern look nonetheless. „That was highly unnecessary,“ the vulcan added in his neutral voice. „Good god you’re bickering like an old married couple.“ you giggled and you could swear that Mr. Scott was smiling at you. „Not that our relationship status should be of much concern to you, young lady.“ he smiled again. It was very difficult to be angry with him for keeping you on the ship. „As you have more pressing concerns right now.“ „Ah, the trial. Bring it on. I am prepared.“ you crossed your legs and smoothened the fabric of your grey uniform with your hand. The scotsman, who had been quiet for the whole time so far, frowned. „There’s no trial.“, Kirk responded and crossed his arms in front of his chest. „Not yet.“ „Although it is worthy to note“, that was the vulcans voice again - stern, eyeing you suspiciously. „That we found 53 offenses in 14 different cities on the planet. Captain Kirk has decided to not follow through with local law.“ „Which, if I may cite my first officer, is ‚highly illogical‘. But being the situation as it is I suppose most of the local courts are not opposed to being bribed.“ „Yes, the concept of institutionalized exchange of goods to avoid persecution of the law is rather … interesting.“ „Thank you, Mr. Spock“, Kirk interfered and a smile tugged at his lips again. „I propose a quid pro quo.“ Meeting your blank stare, he explained further: „We are looking for a peculiar piece of equipment on the planet you haven’t gotten the chance to steal yet.“ You did your best to look mortally offended at his suggestion, but gestured him to yes please keep going on. “Mr. Scott here would fill you in on the details, tell and show you what to look out for. Then you’d acquire the equipment for us.“ Mr. Spock felt it necessary to intervene: „By legal means of course.“ „Yes - and after we have the equipment we need, you’re free to go wherever you want.“ Somehow you felt that the Captain wasn’t as opposed to get what he needed by other means if necessary as his first officer was. Something in your brain tried to pinch you, but you didn’t quite get it. „Why me?“ you asked and quickly followed your question up: „I mean, yes, I can do that for you. Sounds like a fair deal and you starfleet types are way too ‚by-the-book‘ to shy out of that. But why me? You’ve got a ship full of people. You’ve got Mr. Scott here, who is I guess married to this thing. Why me?“ Kirk chuckled and the Doctor at his side smiled amused. „Let’s just say that I see a worthy local guide and I think we’re going to need someone able to navigate the more delicate places down there.“ He rubbed his hands together and looked satisfied now. „With that sorted out, I’ll leave you to Mr. Scott.“.

Mr. Scott and you eyed each other cautiously. You had not forgotten how nice he’d been to you - but neither had you forgotten that he was the reason you were stuck here in the first place. He in turn looked at you like one would look at a wild cat - a tense beast where one had reason to be mindful of every move. „Well, Lass,“ he shuffled with his feet and cleared his throat. „Better follow me to Engineering then. Captain’s given you clearance to move around the Enterprise“ he opened the door and gestured for you to leave the room, then added: „To a certain extent.“

The Enterprise was a whole new world - more than a city really, more than a ship, it was a little planet in itself and the warp core was its living beating heart. Mr. Scott explained the shifts, that you were in Beta right now and pretty late already. He then gave you a general rundown of the most important bits of the ship - mess hall („Yes, Lass, we’re goin’ to go there. Yes, you can get everything ya want. No. Not now.“), lift („Ya’re restricted to certain decks, don’t try, otherwise we’ll know.“) and the ships belly - engineering. Even there you weren’t allowed to go just everywhere, but it was a good enough start. He showed you the main engineering room, his rough hands stroking over the warm metal. Where others may have seen an inapt sexuality - but you saw a gentle devotion there, an intimate worship that went beyond physical.

You were in fact sitting on his desk, careful not to touch any buttons by accident, your legs dangling from the edge, leaning slightly forward while listening to his rundown of the main reactor.

You were slightly suspicious that Captain Kirk had perhaps not in mind for you to learn the whole manual of the warp core, but since the alternative was to sit alone and brooding in your room, this was you’d complain about. It was also nice to learn something about this ship. At least that’s what you told yourself. „ … and tha’s how ya modulate the subspace bands.“ he finished and looked up, making a hushing gesture to get you off of his desk. You jumped down, smirking up at him. „All that talk has made me hungry, Mr. Scott.“ „Ach…are ye ever not hungry?“ he lifted an eyebrow and grinned at you. That was a new one, you thought and then shrugged. „Don’t think so, Mr. Scott.“ „Then follow me, Lass. Jus’ wanted ta give ya a short introduction anyways. We’re getting to the real work tomorrow.“ You shot him an side eye but said nothing. „And Lass…“ „Yes?“ „It’s Scotty for ya. Just good ol’ Scotty.“

While eating with him you learned that he was in fact rather easy going - other crew members would regularly come up to the table you were sitting at, greeting him and throwing you curious glances. With your grey uniform you stuck out like a sore thumb. He was called „Mr. Scotty“ or „Scotty“ depending on the person. The younger those addressing him were, the most likely it was for them to be more formal around him. You even heard the occasional „Sir“. Food was good - better then a lot of stuff you’d had before and since you could choose your dinner it was even to your taste. „Ya’ve ever been on a ship before?“ You shook your head while simultaneously stuffing the last bites of food into your mouth. „Nah… Never been off planet before.“ He just nodded, silently, and watched you finishing your plate. „Ya know we got someone to clean the plates. Ya don’t need to do it here.“ For a second you just stared at him, then broke into laughter. „You know, for an uptight starfleet type you’re surprisingly funny.“ He laughed with you.

At the start of that Gamma shift you lay awake for a while before falling to sleep. Staring at the ceiling with the lights dimmed down. Turning around every now and then. Yeah. You were definitely taking this pillow with you.

„And that’s how you decide if it’s an Type A or a Type B modulator, lass…. lass… are ye even listening to me?“ You snapped back to attention, cleared your throat and tried your best to look innocent. „Sorry, Mr. Scott.“ He had been pushing facts about gadgets and machinery and even physics in your head for the last 3 days and sometime around noon yesterday, you had felt how your brain had basically shut the flood gates and resigned to nodding along and staring at him. Which you had enjoyed quite a bit. The staring, not the nodding part. Whenever he picked something up you had the opportunity to ogle at a very fine backside in those black trousers and there was no denying that his broad shoulders were filling his uniform just perfectly. Not that you would’ve said something like that aloud. „…listening?“ So much for snapping back to attention. „I’m sorry… it’s just…“, you sighed, got off your chair and stretched. „I’m someone employed in commodity trading..“ „Ya mean petty thief.“ „…not an engineer. It’s all been a bit much.“, you finished and shrugged, no biting at his remark. „Don’t have ta be an engineer to get this, come over.“ you followed order and stepped up to his side. „Look, if ya turn it around…“ „They both look the same. They’re identical. I swear you’re making that up.“ „‘am not.“, he sighed, a deep furrow appearing on his brow.

Handing you over the item he grabbed one of your hands and took it in his.

„Look“, the engineer muttered and his calloused fingers rubbed against the back of your hand as he gently pushed your hand over the smooth metal. „Feel that concave there?“. You nodded, prefering to better not say anything right now.

„Now take that“, without letting go of your hand he took Type A (or Type B?) from your hand and gave you the other one. He slid your hand over the metal once again and you could feel his admiration for the fine piece of machinery in the way he applied gentle pressure, stretched your fingers slightly to show you just how and where the structure bent exactly. Right there you could really imagine those hands doing that somewhere else. Someone seemed to have dropped a hot lump of coal in your belly, where it sank deeper and made your cheeks burn. „I… see, Scotty.“ stumbling over the words you looked up from the thing in your hands and stared right up into hazel eyes, darkening as he met your gaze. For seconds you stood there - just staring at each other like idiots, or like cats still undecided to fight. Finally - it felt like hours. Hours someone used to fill more coal into your body - the engineer let go of your hands, turning around to put everything back in place. „That’ll be all for tonight, Y/N. Ya’re good to go.“

You waited for a moment to see if he would join you for your meal, like he did before. But he busied himself with putting everything back to place and after politeness and hope turned to awkwardness you rushed to get some food alone.

You hastily took your meal with you to your quarters, eating in silence before dimming your nights and staring at that ceiling once more. A deep sigh escaped your throat. Tomorrow was the last day of „training“ and then you were off, back where you belonged and far away from this complicated world. You burrowed your burning face in the pillow.

„Wait a second, Lassie.“ You stopped your trajectory leading you to the mess hall and instead converted that bouncing energy in your step to turn around. „Mr. Scott.. Scotty?“ The engineer smiled at you for a second, putting that thing (Type-I-Dunno-It’s-Made-of-steel) back where it belonged to. If you had to get one of those, you probably wouldn’t find the right one. Well. Their loss. „Would ya come to my office after ya’r meal?“ You nodded warily, waiting for more of an explanation. „Tha’s all, thank ya.“

That was mysterious. At least for Starfleet standards. You choked down some food without even tasting it and proceeded to walk down to his office in engineering, your beating heart suppressing even the Enterprises low hum. He probably just wanted to do some last minute mission briefing. A few more lectures about machinery, or warp chore architecture, maybe another delighting evening of diagrams and techno babble. A last chance to admire his features. „There ya are. Follow me.“, his tone was almost brisk and commanding. It was so unusual, even though you only knew him for a couple of days really, that you followed his step without asking any questions. The scotsman looked as if he were in deep thought as he led you to the turbo lift, typed something on the panel there and crossed his arms behind his back without looking at you. You did consider asking him, but his stern look kept you from inquiring. You had never been in this room before, you knew that for sure. It was almost empty, sprawling at least half a deck wide. You stared in astonishment as you became aware of the fact, that half of the ships hull was transparent, offering a panorama view of your surroundings. „Ya told me that ya’ve never been on a ship before,“ Scottys accent grew thicker as he spoke, rumbling through the words with a deep rich sound that reminded you of a distant storm in the desert. „Thought you’d appreciate the view“, he continued and took your hand, leading you forward, directly in front of the glass. „And here I thought you were going to throw me out of an airlock for being a nunsance,“ you joked. He grinned, but did not respond and instead let go of your hand. „Wait fer it…“ The stars around you turned and it felt as if you were stumbling, your eyes getting the information of sudden movement where your inner ear noticed nothing. It felt like swaying in the breeze and then there it was - a orange ball, bright yellow spots and grey fumes hiding parts of the world beneath your feet. Your breath caught and this time you grabbed his hand, if only to anchor yourself in this reality. „Is this…?“ „Aye“, he squeezed your hand gently. An excited buzz filled your belly, spread through your veins and along your spine.

You wanted to answer something, anything really but words escaped you as the Enterprise took it’s turn around the planet. Something blue shimmered down there and the distant memory of an ocean stirred in your heart, reminding you of the smell of plants and salt and sand under your feet. „Captain’s flying a maneuver right now“, he explained as the planets surface slowly vanished out of sight, was replaced by stars lighting up in the distance. His hand still squeezing yours sent a burning sensation up your arm and a cold shudder down your spine. „I could stay up here forever, Scotty.“ the admission came not easily to you, but up here, far above the sand and the dirts and the cloud it felt relevant to say it out aloud. „We dinnae have forever, but ye can have tonight.“

He was looking down on you and you were staring up. Neither of you said anything, with only the endless sky of the universe rushing past you. Your world shrank down to his eyes and his thumb absent mindedly rubbing over the skin of your hand. Your world faltered into a single second, a moment that stretched into eternity where you got on the tip of your toes and took in the expression of satisfied disbelief as you pressed your lips on his. His sigh was one of relief and in one smooth movement he let go of your hand to pull you into his arms.

„I’ll kill you“, you mumbled in between to kisses. You felt how his lips formed a smile. „Sure, lass.“ The both of you knew there were eyes on you, but neither of you did care. Your fingers wove through his black hair, nesting at the back of his head. There was his body so close to yours - his arms wide enough for you to get lost in his embrace, his smell of cologne and electronics and oil attaching itself to you. „I’ll accompany ya to the surface tomorrow.“, he whispered at your ear. Your heart jolted a little at the thought. „And .. if ye want… dinnae… I’ve a wee something to drink at my quarters an’ maybe ye want to …“ „Shut up, Mr. Scott.“, you kissed him again, making every further explanation futile.

His breast moved up and down as he slept, your fingers sprawled over his skin, touching him while you were lost in thought, slowly drifting away into sleep. He muttered something indistinguishable in his sleep, turning around so that a heavy hand could land on your hip. Maybe, you thought, eyelids heavy. Maybe you should steal something else.

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[threenorth]

Dearest L

I hope this might be one of my last letters but.. I'd write everyday if i had something to offer but my blog will tell you I'm thinking about things i haven't properly I got stuck on a loop at looking at it in the wrong ways.

I look to the stars.

They tell me how much i still feel for you.

I look at the few images i have that i made bookmarks of you at least you don't feel so far away...

When i wakeup in the morning and find your in my book next to me at least I'm kinda waking up to you but it's not the same as what might be...

Everyday I'm getting stronger but also new issues becoming apparent.... ultimately your laugh and your smile eats up my grey and if your anything like me...

I'm sorry you probably relaized my smile was beginning to retreat I felt like a worthless looser and I couldn't tell you my shit because i didn't want to ever hurt you, it's why i never asked you about what i deemed touchy subjects and ultimately i guess that's my fault... When i was younger i looked into sex and how to please woman in bed around the time i was looking into my own sexuilty i came across bdsm and let's say i being literal and undagoised with my asd i got some of the terms mixed up and started feeling more and more attracted to the wrong types of media... Yknow what i mean.... people talked about age play and age regression and at 19 i felt 13-17 or worse some days I'm pretty sure i was 9 in front of you but couldn't tell you i felt childish maybe that's why I'm whimsical sometimes...

I'm pretty sure my assement is gonna drop the BPD on me...

I made mistakes in our friendship/relationship but I take the blame i was pretty fucked up some of the time...

And today...

I was thinking about when you asked if i had a girlfriend i didn't reply it's you but 2013 was quite a blur but as far as i remember depending on time frame I don't think even though it appears you thought so but i don't think i cheated on you... But i do know before you i had a ldr gf i wanted you but you were dating i think it was quin? I can't remember you umm yeah you know but maybe aoon after by a few months I got into a really bad relationship again some of that is a blur i need to check our blogs and check the dates but i think we might of gone on dates but after we collapsed i said to her i was single but ultimately i guess here's a bit of trivia for you i would of asked you out in 2013 sooner but i didn't know your opinion on long distance and you said something like nah that doesn't apeel to me and it's funny because for me i would do long distance with people because you never know what can happen and now i want someone here but we have be back at long distance until covid leaves and or maybe we could... Well...

You made me so happy... My rules I put on myself you have always been.

1. Never hurt L more then she's been through allot just like me.

1.1 Don't talk about truma or touchy subjects.

1.2 especially about certain people's names and i tried to forget them but i remember a few...

2. Let her guide the convo if she wants to talk about something important to her let her talk as much or as little as she wants to.

2.1 listen when it's important to do so and then if need be offer your opinion or advice in the situation if it's one of those situations.

3. If she talks about something research it to try understand it or maybe figure out what she says.

4. Always check her blog for the warning signs to make sure she doesn't lie about feeling okay or try figure out what she might be going through as school is hard and that could be 1/1.1

5. If something you think could be considered confronting or confidential don't blog about it on my own blog.

6. Ask on anon if you had something but maybe for some reason feel rejection or axeinty maybe but later i started sending specifics so you knew it was me...

Your most recent words eating me alive...

So I don't know how to rebuild trust with you.. It. Takes time and i got all the time in the world but i know that let's say i don't know if we do if you want me to clarify I'll wait for that discussion but...

But i know your unstable I'm always going to accept a call at 3am if you need me. My mental health can take hit's and I'm willing to be hurt so you can be stable... I was trying to hint to you to take your meds but then I forgot about the American healthcare system my $5 for something like 30 pills came with a free repeat and i think if im prescribed it it's $5 for 90 and a free repeat and that same med for you is $120 American ($5 nzd) I'm willing to be hurt from all things on your mind that you don't talk about I'm guessing? But if I'm stable it makes it easier for me to take your pain because i know most of your issues relate back to me so i know your talk about me so please remember I'm trying to get back to my best me but some of those days i wasn't really there i miss being carefree and whimsical.

But remember I'd be holding your hand though your pain, you held mine and you don't deserve to go through it alone anymore or at all but i don't know how to tell you that i can't be there but I'll comfort you I'll be here and maybe one day you can come to my arms and we can feel 17/19 again(June 24th) but the good days in the outlet when you put on the iron man mask for kids.. I sometimes wish i had taken more photos but ultimately your memories are in my heart and i kept them safe...if i knew that would be my last/first kiss (with you) I would of done it longer but a few things that day crossed my mind and why i stood back...

It's day's like this that i feel okay but if you see.. I can't be social axouis around you I'm afraid I'd break my new rules.

But I'm always wondereding so many things I'm sure your the same but none of them matter to me anymore because i relaize that I want you in my life and now never leave again and i guess you can't believe me when i say it but I'm sorry i promised forever but i didn't know my life was about to take a rough corner, i look now and i see your hand and i kept shooting it down, i also never saw your hints your blog was always so painful for me to revisit, I've tried for so long to return to you i remember when you asked me to leave so i did but i couldn't get you off my mind and everytime i wanted to message you my brain told me she told you no and i didn't and by trust tell you truthfully what ever you ask but i know sometimes you say something and it means something else so please forgive me when i cross the line and you actually ment what you said, we need to work on our communication and i promise I'll tell you as much or as little as you want when you ask me something, or when you ask if I'm okay, so.. Yeah i guess i'm suffering some days truma wrecking my brain currently but not as bad as before but some days are rough about ughhh last fortnight i did my first step in becoming my own Steve Rogers. Trying to be a good man and I'm getting there... I'm just stuck in my super soilder tube.

I look back you said you were sarcastic and cynical and I guess I'm greatful i never saw that side of you, i always saw a beatufil girl id love to date. Unfortunately now we're older and this makes life more difficult but we did this once so we can again and if we have to do rolling hours of me getting up at 3am to talk to you for an hour before you work I'd do it once my mental health won't be impacted by short sleeps.

I've gone to bed at 2am/3am the last few days I'm s bit shakey but i can function but i don't know how sunstable this is.. Yet without pharmaceuticals.

Also while I'm at it I'm willing to revist anytime from 199 ughhh 4 would be difficult but 1994-202- with your questions i have many for you but i don't want you to be hurt so before we do my safe word will be asking you to stop asking me that or something.

I'm getting stronger and some of my old triggers are gone I'm afraid of a new one and you might blame yourself for hurting me but ultimately i don't care if you hurt me, but it might take a bit of time to rebound sometimes i'm quick sometimes I'm not so nimble.

X

R

Burn after reading.

P.S

Did I tell you i had a tattoo idea for you back in the day? Well If not had one but now it's changed but it's almost the same.

Oh here's a laugh my shrink asked me today if i knew the star wars character doctor spock.

I was like ughhh there's no star wars character named doctor spock you must mean star trek and then it's mr spock or did you mean bones the doctor.

I'm pretty sure he's trying to raddle my cage.

[mychemistrynotes]

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☆ My hobbies include reading, writing, and studying foreign languages

☆ My other classes are precalculus, introduction to human communication, and cultural diversity and intergroup relations

☆ I love cats, but dogs are great too

☆ I took two semesters of Italian and passed (it's a big deal to me because me and Spanish don't get along so I don't know how my brain works with Italian)

☆Spock is my spirit animal

☆ I spend a lot of time on YouTube (and actually sleep to it)

☆I swear a lot

☆Some of my favorite shows include Mr. Robot, Westworld, Lucifer, Orphan Black, Star Trek, the Orville, American Gods, the Walking Dead, Black Lightning...(I could go on forever)

☆ I could eat Cheez-Its all day

☆My dream jobs are working at NASA or the CDC (I also study astronomy and virology in my spare time)

School starts at the end of the month and I know I'll have a lot on my plate, but I'll try my best to post 2-3 times a week here. I plan on looking over things in my textbook and other sources before the class starts (I know I'm a big nerd), so I might start making notes early.

I've rambled more than enough. I enjoy learning and helping others, so if you have any questions or anything feel free to message me, and good luck with your studies!

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“Did you bring the kitten?” Kirk asked.

“He is not really a kitten anymore, dad,” Lyionel replied, then held up the light peach cat carrier. “You were out there for three weeks!” He looked at the side. “technically he is still a kitten but I think the Klingon half has a hand in that.”

The calico cat mewed at the grinning admiral.

“A----acho!” Spock had a high pitch swift sneeze as hen came over to Kirk’s side.

“Bless you,” Kirk said, fondly looking over toward the taller Vulcan.

“I am fine,” Spock said.

“Thank you, son,” Kirk said. “Sorry you had to spend your first holiday alone.”

“Actually, I spent Hanukkah with the Kirk’s,” Lyionel said. “andddd guess where we went.”

“Rock climbing?” Kirk offered.

“Camping,” Spock said.

“Zoo going?” Kirk guessed.

“Even better,” Lyionel said. “Shopping!”

Spock raised an eyebrow at the man. They had gone shopping with the young man during his recovery. He had lots of clothes that ranged in taste, some of which were fancy, and he had long socks that didn’t blend in. He was dressed entirely in green. All of his clothes were green with different secondary colors ranging for holiday events. In fact, he wore green sun glasses decorated in light green sparkles. Lyionel reminded Spock of the riddler’s criminal fashionable style. Kirk turned his attention toward the cat.

“What are the kittens names?” Kirk asked.

“Kobay, and Ashi,” Lyionel said. Kirk slowly turned his head in the direction of Spock who had a fond short laugh. Spock had a fond short well aged laugh.

“Mr Spock,” Kirk said, baffled but in a endearing teasingly manner. “you can’t resist the opportunity to name a cat after a program that hasn’t been made,”

“I didn’t name them, I gave him a list of suggestions,” Spock said. “Apparently he favored Kobay and Ashi.”

“We’re failing at this,“ Kirk said.

“More than we ever know,” Spock said. “It seems the giftee has finally left the Hood.”

“Where--” Kirk looked over to see Ambassador Durche exiting the docking port. “There he is!”

The dark man was being escorted by security officers straying from the remaining Ambassadors. Like a very young man with more than energy than someone in their sixties, Kirk ran after the man with carrier in hand. The calico mewed as it slid from side to side. Spock followed along  after the admiral in a slow pace. Officers walked past Spock and Kirk. Lyionel went over to a honey station and ordered himself a honey bar.

“Ambassador Durche!” Kirk called..

Durche stopped appearing to be alarmed.

“Yes?” Durche said.

“Your cat,” Kirk handed the carrier to the dark woman.

Durche turned the cat carrier toward him to see the calico.

“That is so cute,” Durche lowered the carrier. ‘“Thank, thank you, thank you very much, Admiral Miller.”  Durche held her hand out for the man to shake.

“You’re very welcome,” Kirk said, taking the Loktaran’s hand.

“I won’t forget this,” Durche said. “If you need a favor on Loktara, please, call.”

“We will,” Kirk said. 

Durche let go of the admiral’s hand then turned in the direction of people calling him. People who shared a familiar resemblance dressed in a two piece yellow outfit resembling much what the delegates were in. Durche, the Loktaran Ambassador, was in a two piece dark outfit with a bright blue sash. She turned back in the direction of the partners.

“May the great bird of the galaxy bless you,” Durche said, then stopped shaking hands with the admiral.

“Live long and prosper,” Spock said, holding the ta’al..

Durche turned from the two then headed off toward his direction. Spock lowered his hand linking it behind his back. There was a familiar mew from behind the two. It was distinct and short. It was a familiar mew that Italian made just for him. Kirk had a happy sigh watching the woman go off.  Spock turned away from Kirk then knelt down. The sound of a mew brought the attention of the admiral. Kirk looked over to see in his husbands arms was a large, fluffy white cat that was purring. Spock felt on the cats forehead then grew a beaming wide smile as he stood up to his feet. Italian rubbed the side of Spock’s cheek with the side of his face.

“I thought he was gone,” Spock said, emotionally.

“No one is truly gone,” Kirk said, rubbing along Italian’s neck while looking up toward Spock with affection.

Italian’s legs were on the Spock’s shoulders purring while laid in the corner of his arm. His head turned in the direction of admiral Kirk. Washington came out of the docking port and stopped, holding a  small cat carrier, to see that the kitten had found them. A smile grew on the officer’s face then returned the cat carrier back into the ship. The scene panned back. Spock had another sneeze. Kirk had a laugh at the Ambassador.

The press was all over the matter shortly after the Hood’s docking port met with the starbase. The ship had several layers of metal peeled away, a deck corridor for three decks were missing, loss of officers, and the phenomenon of Stabby the quartermaster quickly trended in the federation. Officer Reeds was escorted out by security in cuffs then handed over to starbase authorities.T’Pot stood at the top of the curled tower in the shape of a ‘c’ attached to the ground. Visiting one of Earth’s historical sights only momentarily reminded the woman how insignificant she was. How planets were vast and large with population centers. She exited the ground minutes afterwards relieved and dressed enough to blend in with the Terrans.

Now that the mission was over.

What was there to do now?

For so long, she had been determined on serving the captain and the crew’s protection. A security officer, chief of security, turned captain. She had served in Starfleet for over twenty years. The reports that she had read was strikingly struck a cord. Bole’s physical body was gone except for her brain taking the Greosciou far, far, away, out of the galaxy possibly. Ten thousand years alone and never come back. Was she going to go the same way? A captain, who did so much to preserve the ship, ending up as a disapproval in Starfleet. Yet to her, Bole was perhaps a great captain. She wasn’t illusion-ed on that thought. She had not planned ahead for this. Not at all. T’Pot’s bondmate came behind her with linked hands behind his back as she gazed off the balcony to their apartment. It was a like breeze going from Earth to Vulcan for downtime.

“Your mind is preoccupied,” Sochya said, coming to the woman’s side.

T’Pot visibly relaxed alongside the short Vulcan.

“I do not  know how I can go back out there,” T’Pot said.

“There is no room in your life if you let fear reside in it. . .” Sochy said.

“Until you cast it out,” T’Pot finished.

“Indeed,” Sochya said.

“I do not believe my life is to be spent in space,” T’Pot said, leaned forward with a sigh placing her hands on the balcony’s edge. She looked over toward the man. “Perhaps it is somewhere else. Somewhere closer. I do not wish to be compared with my former captain.”

“You have done this comparing and contrasting all on your own,” Sochya said. "The press has not done any of it as of far,” Sochya placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “You are a starfleet officer and have done as far proved yourself worthy of commanding a starship.”

“It does not feel natural,” T’Pot said.

“Nothing does aboard a Starfleet vessel,” Sochya said. “It is unnatural . . Perhaps with your new career advancement, there is a purpose behind it, such as patrolling zones.” she raised her head up. “Which is, in itself, a security mission.”

T’Pot nodded.

“You are right,” T’Pot said, turning away. “I shall find a assignment that deals with my interests accordingly.”

Sochya held his two fingers out.

“Excellent, my wife,” Sochya said.

T’Pot completed the ozh’esta gesture.

Spock was laid in beds surrounded by Kobay, Ashi, Maru, and Italian. Italian was seated alongside Spock against his chest. Kirk came to the bedroom door singing. Spock’s skin was covered in sweat. His grayed hair was stuck against his skin. Sensing Kirk’s return, Spock turned from the direction of the window toward Kirk. Spock lifted himself up against the back rest of the bed as the door opened. Kirk slid the door open.

“Good morning, husband!” Kirk’s well aged voice that rung in the Vulcan’s ears.

“Ashaya, adun, t’hy’la,” Spock said, as Kirk placed the tray onto the Vulcan’s lap. Steaming, warm plomeek soup rested in the center. There were pieces of tomato floating inside and celery.  Kirk’s special ‘get well soon’ soup was red with pieces of carrots sticking out.  Kirk sat on the edge of the bed appearing well phrased compared to the ill, shirtless Vulcan. Italian leapt into the Vulcan’s lap.  “Please lower-” Spock sneezed. “your voice. It is too loud.”

“Sorry about that,” Kirk said, softening his voice. “I can’t believe we forgot to get you a shot before we left.”

“It is partially my fault,” Spock said. “I was focused on other matters.”

“November and December were busy months,” Kirk said. “Learning Federation Standard, then how to write, and cursive. . . That was very stressfull. I think I got more grayed hair because of it.” Kirk laughed in bemusement.

Spock held his two fingers out for the admiral.

“You are beautiful,” Spock said. “Just the way you are.”

“If you weren’t sick then I would be kissing you the human way,” Kirk said, returning the gesture.

“Kaiidth,” Spock said. Then he lowered his hand feeling around for a spoon. Italian moved the spoon toward Spock’s hands. Spock’s fingers grabbed onto the long, cold silver center then picked up and began to eat. Kirk’s warm smile at the scene slowly started to fade.

“I am going to work today,” Kirk said. “And I am taking Lyionel.”

Spock raised an eyebrow.

“I am sure, Spock,” Kirk said. “he is going to be the most helpful on this secret mission.”

Spock took a sip appearing not to be convinced.

“The mission we’re going on involves a science facility,” Kirk said. “You know, the Gastavo colony?”  Spock nearly dropped it. “Spock, I won’t save it. We are just fixing a little problem.” Spock glared in the direction of the admiral. “I know, I know, I know. We can’t interfere more as have any further.”  Kirk shook his hands. “Okay, it’s more of a big problem. The locals worship someone named Ha’chie. The scientists there think they’re worshipping a robot.”

“Natives had no part in the tragedy at the Gastavo colony,” Spock said. Spock’s attention was laid on Kirk. Spock’s unoccupied hand went over to Kirk’s hand gently taking it. “Jim, be careful.”

“I will, I will,” Kirk said, “In the mean time, I have arranged to have all the medicine for you on the counter. And I like you not to go after us when you’re sick. Don’t want the natives to get sick, do you?”

“No,” Spock said.

“By tomorrow, you’ll be good enough to make yourself something,” Kirk said.

“I shall be,” Spock said, with a nod.  “If I am still not well, I shall force myself up and provide self-care.”

Kirk had a light hearted laugh looking at Spock affectionately.

“Self care does,” Kirk said, with a light squeeze of Spock’s hand earning a slight gasp.

“Jim,” Spock emphasized. “Not when I am eating.”

“You’re so lovely,” Kirk said.

“I am quite aware how attractive I am to you,” Spock said. “I do not desire a mess on this bed that I cleaned three weeks ago.”

“Oh well, the things you can arouse out of me,” Kirk said.

Spock heard knocking from down stairs.

“It appears we have a visitor.” Spock said.

“I wonder who that can be,” Kirk said. “Probably a lost traveler.”

“Again,” Spock said, rubbing his forehead.

“I will wake Lyionel up then get the door,” Kirk said. “Baby, it’s a little of a Kirk incident that we live by the fork in the road to the highway.”

Kobay, Ashi, and Maru raised their heads up with alert ears at the sound of  the knocking. Lyionel was sleeping in his bedroom snoring away almost ready to fall right off. Kirk stroked Italian’s forehead then slid his figure ff reluctantly off the bed. Kirk left the door ajar heading his way down the hall. Spock sipped in more of the soup making a occasional chew or two. Spock picked up the napkin wiping along his mouth. Spock heard the sound of a door creaking open. There was sheer joy and shock traveling through the bond.

“Bones!” Kirk shouted.

And that is when Spock knew that his new family was whole again leaving a smile on his face.

His not a logical intervention came to become something otherwise

It had turned into a much . . . logical intervention in the grand scheme of things.

The End.

[deathishauntedbyhumans]

Younger

Jim is de-aged. Bones is Concerned. 

Stranger: I have a problem. I'm younger.-JK

You: You've always been younger than me, Jim. It's not exactly a new development. LM

Stranger: Yeah, hah hah, very funny, I mean I'm younger than I was when I went to bed.-JK

You: That's impossible. LM

Stranger: Yeah, and yet I'm looking in there mirror.-JK

You: Maybe the mirror's broken. LM In all actuality, given the weird, impossible shit that happens on a daily basis around here, I almost believe it could happen. Do you need me to come to your quarters? LM

Stranger: I mean I probably do, but I'm hesitant to ask because this is embarrassing and I'm ridiculously short because of it.-JK

You: I'll try not to hold it against you. LM Have you been in contact with anything out of the usual? Radioactive substances, weird fruits? LM

Stranger: I got hungry on the last planet we visited...-JK Berries?-JK

You: I swear to God, Jim... LM I'll comm. Spock. Hopefully they picked up a sample of whatever the hell it was you ate. LM

Stranger: I was hungry!!-JK

You: Then wait until you're back on the ship! Or pack a snack that you know is safe! LM

Stranger: ..Okay, point, true, I got myself into this. It can be reversed you think?-JK

You: If your XO can identify what caused it, then he can hopefully reverse it. Otherwise... I have no idea. LM

Stranger: Okay well..no, it /needs/ to be reversed. A) I can't command this way, and B) I refuse to re-enter puberty.-JK

You: They'll figure something out. They usually do. LM

Stranger: They had better.-JK Will you be able to tell how old I am?-JK

You: I can do my damnedest. I'll have a rough estimate, most likely. LM

You: How old do you feel? LM

Stranger: I dunno. Not old at all?-JK Nothing fits and I had to climb onto a chair to wash my hands.-JK

Stranger: Essentially a nightmare.-JK

You: Christ. LM Alright. I'm nearly there. LM

Stranger: Right.-JK ((shall I move to paragraphs?))

You: ((Sure!))

Stranger: Jim sat on his bed, deciding he didn't really care to move much during this whole ordeal. He'd showered and taken care of himself (to the best of his ability) and got dressed back in his now far too big pyjamas, and he was /not/ moving, not until doctors orders said otherwise. The last thing he wanted was to converse with anyone like this, not even Mr. Spock. But Bones couldn't be helped. If he wanted help, and he wanted it fast, he'd have to enlist his help to at least take a look at him, get an assessment and they'd go from there. But he felt like crap all the same. He could hear Bones approaching the door, which he'd left unlocked for him, and he straightened himself up in an attempt to look taller. "Come in," he said preemptively.

You: Leonard was only halfway convinced that Jim was telling him the truth. While strange, unorthadox things did tend to happen to them more often than expected or projected, Jim was... well, he was Jim. And Leonard wouldn't put it past him to fake some sort of strange happening just to drag him out of Medical and get him to do... /something/. Whatever Jim wanted him to do. Because Leonard did it, most of the time. He found Jim's quarters unlocked and simply hit the entrance key, letting the doors slide fully open before stepping inside. He watched them close before turning around, having caught the sound of Jim's voice. It sounded... higher. Younger. Oh, no. As soon as he caught sight of Jim, Leonard nearly wished he hadn't. It was certainly Jim sitting there on that bed, that much was obvious. The same sandy blond hair, the same bright blue eyes staring forlornly at him. But... this Jim was just a child. "What the hell did you do to yourself, kid?" he asked with a sigh, shaking his head and running a hand over his face before approaching him. "You couldn't've waited 'til you were back on the ship to have a snack?" He set his medkit down on the bed, opening it up to rummage through it as he spoke.

Stranger: "I really think that calling me 'kid' is ridiculously inappropriate at this time, and I'm prohibiting it for until after I've come back to my age again," he said, trying not to look directly at the other, for fear of dying from embarrassment alone. If it had ben a doctor he didn't know well that might have worked out fine. As it was, he was Bones. He was grumpy, and he was Jim's best friend and he was witnessing his lowest point in life. "Look, when you gotta eat, you gotta eat, and we didn't pack enough rations. I had fed mine to an adorable animal we came across, looked sort of like a cat and dog mix, but it was about as big as a bird, can you believe that?" he asked, face falling after a short laugh. "...I guess that doesn't really help my case here, does it?"

You: "No. It doesn't." Leonard let out a huff of a breath that might have been a laugh if he hadn't been so damn concerned. Honestly, Jim was difficult enough to take care of when he was an /adult/. He wasn't sure if the ship would survive having Jim as a /child/ for more than a few days. "/Kid/," he added pointedly, turning to Jim again and fixing him with a pointed look. He only held it a moment, though, more concerned with getting a read on the situation than he was with properly getting Jim to understand the gravity of doing stupid shit like eating unknown berries on a random-ass planet with no one else aware of the situation. Leonard supposed they were lucky Jim hadn't had some sort of immediate allergic reaction to it, although he wasn't sure if this was really any better. "Hold still," he instructed, running the tricorder along his body, letting it pick up whatever information it could.

Stranger: Jim stood as still as he could, but he wanted to chew Bones out for calling him a kid /again/ after being told not to. He stayed still for all of thirty seconds, but after that he cracked open his mouth to speak. "Am I gone die?" he asked. "How old am I? Can you tell?" He shifted his eyes to look at Bones and sighed impatiently through his nose. He hated having check ups, and he hated that it took this of all things to get him to actually go through with a check up. Having the doctor also be your buddy, with whom you'd occasionally have a drink with, only made it all the weirder, thus part of the reason Jim avoided going to check ups. That, and anything invasive. "Can I move yet?" he asked, sounding annoyed. "This is getting painful, standing still."

You: Ignoring Jim's barrage of questions was fairly simple, given the fact that he had a habit of talking whenever he was in a position where he had to be given any sort of physical. It was a bad habit, but it was also one that Leonard recognised as a coping device, and so he'd never shut it down. Jim and doctors had never gotten along very well, if his medical file was anything to go by. He was glad that Jim trusted him enough to be CMO. "Alright, you can move." Leonard finished the scan a little more than a minute after he'd began it, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing as Jim immediately shifted his weight, looking for all the world like a little kid who just didn't want to sit down and wait. He checked the screen, although the findings weren't really helpful. In fact, they were... just about the opposite. His brow furrowed as he took it in, and then he looked down at Jim. "You're perfectly healthy," he stated, well-aware that he hadn't managed to keep himself from sounding puzzled. "At least, you're perfectly healthy for an eight-year-old. It looks like your entire physiology has somehow... de-aged itself, which makes absolutely no sense, but here we are."

Stranger: "An /eight year old/?" He asked. "An /eight year old/??" He repeated, looking pale. He wasn't sure exactly how he was so surprised over this, after all he looked the part, but he also hadn't ben eight for a few decades so there was no reason why he should have know right off the get go. "So what you're saying is that everything's de-aged. But my mind is in tact, right? I mean, I still remember you, I sure as hell didn't know you when you were eight." He ran a hand down his face, clearly stressed out. "Do we have any uniforms in my size, do you know? I'm not going to stay in a bathrobe this entire time. And there's NO abnormalities in me? You're sure?" Well that just made things all the worse. "What am I going to do??" It wasn't so much that he expected Leonard to know, but he was a bit desperate at this point.

Stranger: ((Just making sure that went through!))

You: ((It did, yes! Sorry, I went afk for a sec))

Stranger: ((Yeah no problem!))

You: Full readings were hard to come by on a portable tricorder unit, but Leonard trusted this one. It had been trustworthy every time he needed it to, so he had no reason to think it was trying to fool him. Still, he understood Jim's confusion. How he could be mentally sound and physically eight years old was a little beyond him. "For the moment, your brain is just fine. There's nothing off the charts, barring your anxiety levels." Those had spiked, but that was to be expected, given the circumstances. "If you want to do a full physical, we can, but as far as I can tell..." Leonard shrugged. "You're as normal as you usually are." He set the tricorder down, watching Jim work himself into a panic. Slowly, gingerly, he lowered himself onto the bed beside Jim, reaching over to pat his shoulder. "Hey, look. First things first, we'll get you a uniform. If there isn't one, we can replicate one. Second, I'm gonna need you to describe the berries. Spock's searching the database for anything that causes... abnormalities to occur, but a better description would probably be helpful. I didn't tell him what's happening, either, but if he knows the circumstances, he may find something quicker." He left his hand there on Jim's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Dependin' on what he finds, we go from there."

Stranger: Jim sighed, but felt relieved at Bones' hand on his shoulder. It wasn't much, but it did help put him at ease substantially. It made him feel a bit more like things would be all right, even in the offhand chance that they weren't all right at all. He shifted nervously in his spot and nodded. "They were pink. Sort of looked like blueberries. Had a bit of a green fade by the stem," he explained. "You'll get the uniform for me?" he asked, and looked at Bones. "Bones, I had to push a chair just to get to the sink. I was /not/ a tall kid way back when. How am I supposed to get around the place without falling on my face at some point?" While it was all well and fine to leave this to Spock and his database, something that was absolutely to be trusted, it still did pose the problem being that if Jim were to live like this for several days (possibly), how was he supposed to just get through the day in the literal sense? "Do we tell the crew?"

You: "It depends." Leonard spoke slowly, as though he was weighing the options with his words as he said them. "If Spock is able to find something in the next few days, we can call it something else. You were sick, you had some sort of fever, which is why you aren't around. If it's more than a few days..." He shook his head. "I don't see a way past tellin' them. Your crew cares about you, Jim. If you go plain missing without informin' 'em, they're gonna ask questions." He offered Jim a hand, tugging him up so that he was sitting beside him on the bed instead of standing awkwardly beside it. "It's up to you how long you keep it a secret." Leonard pulled out his comm. unit, having let Spock know that there was trouble already. The updated information may or may not have been helpful, but it felt like a stupid move to keep anything that might assist this problem to himself. "McCoy to Commander Spock," he said into it, waiting for Spock to answer before continuing. "Updated description of the berries that the Captain ingested: pink, looked like blueberries." He glanced at Jim. "Green around the stem. Try subcategories under--" A slight hesitation. "Physical regression or age regression." There was a beat of silence, and then Spock simply uttered an "Affirmative, Doctor" before ending the communication. Leonard put the comm. down again, heaving a sigh. At least someone was trying to figure it out. Maybe they could enlist Sulu's help, too. The man had an odd obsession with plants.

[bkwrm523]

Visions From the Abyss, Chapter 6: Bug Hunt

Title: Visions From the Abyss, Chapter 6: Bug Hunt Rating: Mature for violence, gore, and horror Pairing: Leonard/reader Word Count: 2541 Warnings: Violence, gore, and horror.  Might wanna make sure you have a strong stomach and aren’t eating anything before you proceed. Tags: @captainsbabysitter-blog @mysupernaturalfics @vintagevalentinexx @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @cookingglitterfairy @kittenofdoomage @catsoftheapocalypse @medicatemedrmccoy @goodnightwife @imoutofmyvulcanmind @outside-the-government @starshiphufflebadger @gracieminabox @mccoymostly @mrswhozeewhatsis @sebbytrash @madhattervanessa @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @whatif-animagineblog @loverbug1123 @annalisehartmann @imamotherfuckingstar-lord @sistasarah-sallysaidso  Summary: The Team takes on the Queen. Author’s Note: Beta’d by @yourtropegirl 

Chapter 1: Spock Chapter 2: Jim Chapter 3: Scotty Chapter 4: Uhura and Leonard Chapter 5: Hide and Seek

Y/n felt her stomach drop as they reappeared, and it wasn’t entirely due to the transporter.  As soon as she could, she looked over at the spot where Spock and Scotty had been.

“Scotty, you all right?”  Jim asked the two of them, his concern imperfectly hidden.

“Let’s not do tha’ again, sir.”  Scotty replied, heaving himself to his feet.  Y/n shushed them, drawing everyone’s eyes and momentarily halting conversation.  She drew confused frowns; until everyone looked around.

They were not in Engineering.  They had instead materialized in a hallway near the Engine Bay.  Bodies lined the walls.  All were crewmen of the Enterprise, and only some were recognizable.

They’d all heard Y/n tell them that she’d run into copies of them, had failed to save them, but actually seeing it was a different thing.

They were all up there.  Hung on the walls by grey-black-green tentacles like slabs of beef.  There were easily about six of each of them on the walls.  Unconscious, thankfully.  Face-huggers covered everyone’s mouth and nose.  Their limbs were all restrained, so even if they had been conscious, they couldn’t have moved.

No one spoke; they all just stared, uncomprehending of the horror that was in front of them.

Scotty ripped his helmet off, stumbling towards a wall before vomiting noisily.  Leonard was over there in a moment, tricorder out and scanning Scotty.

“You all right, Mr. Scott?”  Jim asked softly.

“We need to stay quiet and get moving.”  Y/n interrupted, trying not to look at anything.  At any of them.

“We should-” Scotty croaked, regaining control of his stomach.

“Put your helmet back on!”  Y/n snapped at him.

“Y/n,” Jim began gently.

“She is correct, captain.”  Spock chimed in, speaking softly.  “The Xenomorphs implant eggs in their victim’s stomach by accessing the esophagus.  Once implantation has occurred, it is impossible to save the host.”  There was a moment of silence to absorb Spock’s words, before Scotty cursed in Gaelic and fumbled his helmet back on.

“They’ll be guarding this place.  We need to keep moving or we’ll get swarmed.  All sound needs to be kept to a minimum.”  Y/n ordered them.  Everyone glanced at Kirk, waiting for his brief nod, before they took out weapons again.

“Can’t we save them?”  Scotty hissed a whisper as they moved through the hallway, carefully and alert.

“They’re not real, Scotty.”  Jim replied, speaking just as quietly.

“Even if they were, removal of the eggs is impossible.  The only mercy we could grant them is a quick death.”  Spock said.

“That’d get us swarmed for sure.”  Y/n added.  Her voice was a little tense, drawing Leonard’s concerned gaze.  She wanted to help them, badly.  The inability to help, to even grant them a merciful death was killing her.

“Anybody know which way to the queen?”  Leonard wondered aloud.

“Engine Bay’s that way.”  Jim answered, gesturing in a direction with the barrel of a shotgun.

The group made their way through the hatchery slowly, trying with little success to avoid looking at the bodies on the wall.  Jim spotted a duplicate of himself whose eyes were open.  They made eye contact for a moment, and he could see the despair and desperation in his double’s eyes, the silent plea to kill him.  Jim swallowed bile and looked away.  He suddenly understood Y/n’s lack of emotion.  She’d done this about eight times, kept having to watch friends, to watch Leonard get taken by these things over and over, and couldn't do anything about it.  It was a wonder she hadn't gone mad.

There were odd, vine-like things covering the walls, even between prisoners.  One of them made a wet, squirming noise.  Jim heard Y/n’s breathing pick up, and her, Scotty, and Spock all snapped their weapons towards the noise.  The three people in the room with any knowledge of the movies were all obviously concerned about it; Jim didn't ask, yet; he just turned his weapon with them and waited in the tense silence.

Nothing happened.  And still no one moved, everyone hardly daring to breathe.

“All right, guys.”  Jim began, his voice hushed.   “Anyone wanna tell me what-”

If this had been real, Jim would have been highly suspicious at the timing that he kept being interrupted.  As it was, he just chalked it up to Y/n’s subconscious sense of irony.  His thoughts were interrupted, when the space of wall they were staring at squealed again, then made a popping sound and produced a face-hugger.  Four weapons opened fire all at once, quickly annihilating the creature.  Weapons fire died an instant later, and everyone just stood there for a long moment, panting into the silence.

“What the hell are those things?”  Jim wondered, accidentally voicing the thought aloud.

“They deposit eggs into their victims’ stomachs, Captain.  In the movies, they attach to the victims faces, sometimes for days, and are impossible to remove without killing the victim.”  Spock supplied.

“Did you have to say that?”  Leonard demanded.

“I was simply answering the Captain’s inquiry.”

“It was a rhetorical question, Spock.”  Jim chimed in.

More squealing came from around them, killing the conversation as weapons snapped up.  It gave them a second or two of warning, before at least fifty of the things burst from the walls around them.  There were a few yelled curses before everyone opened fire at their feet.  Y/n’s breathing quickened, and she had to force herself to focus on the moment, on shooting as many of them as she could.  One of them sailed through the air towards Leonard’s faceplate.  She sniped it out of the air at the last moment, just before it touched the glass protecting his face.  She had a moment to take in his pale and shocked expression before she resumed shooting.

“Spock!”  Jim shouted, drawing everyone’s attention to the half Vulcan.  Two of them were on his faceplate.  Y/n heard the glass crack and splinter, and her stomach dropped.  She froze; most of the facehuggers were gone, but for the two on Spock’s face.  She could fire at them, but all of her weapons would take out the rest of Spock’s faceplate.  And possibly his head.

Leonard appeared in her line of vision then; he had produced a knife from somewhere, slashing expertly and surgically at the facehuggers until one dropped lifeless from his helmet.

Time slowed next.  Y/n heard the glass on his helmet give way, and the remaining facehugger fell towards his face.  She heard gunfire behind her; Scotty or Uhura maybe?  Dispatching the remaining facehuggers.  She screamed Spock’s name, watched Leonard try to slash at the facehugger before it reached him.  Len was moving too slowly, however, and Y/n’s voice failed as the facehugger attached to Spock’s face.

She couldn’t move.  The gunfire died; apparently all the others were taken care of.  The rest of the crew crowded around Spock, and she distantly heard them speaking.  She didn’t know what they said, all talk reduced to babble.  She couldn’t move.  Couldn’t save him.  Again.  She’d lost him again.

Her vision started to fade, until she felt a pain in her shoulder penetrate the fog in her brain.

“-sten ta me, lassie.  Ye’ve got ta breathe, alright?  Just listen to my voice and try to breathe with me.”  Scotty’s voice came, and she realized he was squeezing her shoulder with his hand hard enough to get her attention.  He spoke softly, continuing to urge her to calm until he heard her take a ragged breath, rewarding her with a smile.  She returned it, albeit a weak and uncertain smile, trying to thank him with her eyes.  He just gave her a nod, not saying another word.

They returned to Spock in time to see his hands reach up for the facehugger, dig his fingers under the top of it, and, incredibly, slowly pry the thing off his face.

It took all of Y/n’s strength not to vomit.

The remains of the helmet were quickly pulled off his face by the others, and the half Vulcan turned onto his side and proceeded to cough and vomit onto the floor.

“Captain.”  Spock said a few minutes later, rising shakily to his feet.

“Spock, we - Bones, is there-”  Jim was actually at a loss for words for once.

“Captain, there is no point.”  Spock interrupted him.  “For one, it has been established by the movies that I am already implanted with a Xenomorph embryo, and that it is impossible to remove without killing me.  And two, let me remind you, this is just a dream.  It is very unlikely that I am in any real physical danger.”

“Spock, you-” Leonard began, not in much better state than Jim.

“Doctor, I will be fine once we awaken.  For now, I suggest we make the most of the time I have left.”  Spock suggested.  No one spoke for a long moment, everyone trying to swallow Spock’s suggestion.

“As soon as we’re outta here, I expect you to report to medbay.”  Leonard ordered Spock.

“Doctor, your concern is illogical; the xenomorphs are nothing more than projections produced by-”

“Don’t argue with me, damnit!  I am the CMO, and I can and will order your stubborn ass to medbay if I want to!”

“As you wish, Doctor.”  Spock sighed.

Spock lead the group through the narrow hallway, blessedly out of the hatchery.

“Shouldn’t we be seeing more Xenomorphs?”  Jim wondered softly.

“That is unlikely, Captain.”  Spock replied.  “Xenomorphs function a great deal like most earth insects; the ‘queen’ spends most of her time laying eggs.  Any adult workers would mostly likely eat the eggs if they encountered them freshly laid.  As such, the queen will eat any other adults she encounters to protect the eggs.”

“Charming.”  Scotty commented, sounding faintly green.

Mercifully, they passed through the part of the hallway containing the bodies without further incident.  Y/n’s stomach was no less jumpy, however; she kept expecting the queen to jump out at any moment.

“Lieutenant Y/n, you got that - that Cain thing?”  Jim asked softly. Y/n fumbled for a moment, replacing the revenant on the sheathe on her back and drawing the Cain.

“Yes, sir.  It's got quite the radius, though.  You guys’d better keep your distance from the queen.”  Y/n replied.

“We’ll try.”  Jim began grimly.  “But whatever happens, as soon as you have a shot, take it.  Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”  Y/n answered faintly.  

“Remember, Lieutenant; this is just a dream.  You will not be able to seriously injure us.”  Spock chimed in helpfully.

“Yes, sir.”  Y/n replied mechanically.

They entered the Engineering bay, and the place was transformed.

The light was dim, enough to make it difficult to make your way around the place without tripping over something.  There were more of the grey tentacles covering everything, making the whole place seem disgustingly wet.  They lined even the walls and ceiling, giving a grotesquely artistic look to everything.  It almost looked like bone or resin.

It was revolting and wrong to see the room look like that.

“Would anyone mind if I threw up again?”  Scotty asked, his voice low enough to barely travel to the rest of the group.

“I might join you,” Leonard replied.

“Better hold it in, gentlemen.  No time for it just now.”  Jim told them.

No one spoke after that; they all had their weapons out and ready.  Y/n’s hands were surprisingly steady on the Cain.  She only had two shots with it; she knew she couldn’t afford to jump at shadows.  She kept to the middle of the group, everyone’s senses on hyper alert.

“She’s messing with us,” Jim murmured to himself from the front of the group.  They’d been wandering engineering for a few minutes, and had no sight of her.  He turned slightly, targeting an ankle high clump of what looked like an egg, and let out a short, targeted burst on it from his assault rifle.  There were more disgusting squelching noises as he easily killed the thing inside.

An angry roar came from the darkness somewhere off on Jim’s left.  Everyone spun towards it, but the first one to react was Y/n.  She aimed the Cain at the center of the patch of shadow, and he saw her pull the trigger.  Nothing happened, at first, and Jim’s stomach gave a sickening lurch.  The barrel of the enormous weapon opened like a flower, and he heard it make a whirr.  It did that for around three seconds, before giving a thunk and expelling a single huge bullet.  For a bullet, it traveled slowly, but after a second or two it hit the wall where the queen was hiding.  She followed it quickly with another shot, just before the first one hit.

Despite all the warnings, the size of the explosion shocked Jim, and nearly threw them all off their feet.

“Well.”  Scotty said aloud, a few moments later.  “That’s that, then.”

“Umm, guys?”  Uhura asked hesitantly.  “If that worked, then why are we still here?”

More low growling punctuated Uhura’s words, and they slowly turned to face it.

The queen.  Still alive, despite the explosions.

“Oops.”  Y/n said, her voice small.

Then the real fight began.

Spock and Uhura recovered first, laying into the queen with the powerful assault rifle.  The impact of so many bullets forced her back, drawing a furious scream from her.  They didn’t puncture her thick hide, but the impact was definitely chipping away at her skin’s natural defense.

“Anybody got any ideas?”  Jim yelled from cover.

Y/n was, much to her surprise, not panicking.  She crouched near Jim, tossing the now-useless Cain to the ground, and reached behind her for the Revenant assault rifle.  She was fresh out of plans, ideas, even theories.

“I’ve got it, sir!”  Scotty yelled from nearby.  “Just keep that bitch busy!”  He ran out of sight, not waiting for a reply.

Jim shook his head and smirked a little, amused at Scotty’s enigmatic quirks even in the desperate situation.  “All right, everyone.  You heard the man.  Keep her out of Scotty’s hair.”

Y/n, Jim, and Leonard stood then from their respective covers, lifting their weapons and joining Uhura and Spock.  The revenant in Y/n’s arms roared to life, joining the other weapons.  The combined fire easily ripped into the queen’s torso, drawing a scream of pain and bright green blood.

“Stay away from her blood!”  Y/n yelled, her fear dissipating at the easy friendship, and hope finally blooming in her chest.  “It’s acid!”

They continued to fire, trading off as the each took time to reload, and keep the queen pinned to the walls.

“Scotty!”  Jim yelled after what felt like an eternity.  “How much longer?”  They were starting to run out of bullets, and he was beginning to worry.  Scotty didn’t reply, as he was out of earshot.

The only warning they had was an odd noise from the warp core, before it churned and suddenly blew, flooding the room with intense bright light.  Y/n heard the queen screaming in pain, before the noise was drowned out, and all she could see was white.

[dreamthinkimagine]

Halloween

For @heartsywritesthethings because she was my first follower!

WARNING: Zombies; Vampires; Ghosts; Witch; May be spooky for some

“That’s not scary.”

“What?! It was a guy who murdered two people and ended up getting murdered by the same tool he used to murder them! And it was in an underground tunnel that led to a slaughterhouse! What do you mean ‘That’s not scary’?!”

“Sorry, Bones. It’s just not scary.”

“Captain, what exactly is the logic behind this?” Spock asked as he studied the bowl of Earth candy set before him. It was the night before Halloween and Jim, Spock, and Bones were sitting on the floor in a circle with a computer in the middle that showed an image of a campfire as they told scary stories.

“Because tomorrow’s Halloween.” Spock raised an eyebrow in confusion. “It’s a holiday where people try to scare each other and eat candy.”

“Not too much,” Bones said. “Eat it in moderation.” In response, Jim instantly took some candy from the bowl and popped a piece into his mouth as he looked at Bones with a smile and a twinkle present in his eye. When he looked back at Spock, he saw his eyebrow was still raised. Seeing that he was not going to be able to explain what Halloween was he said:

“OK, Spock, you can go.”

“Thank you, Captain.” He stood and walked out the door.

“I’ll show him what it is tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna try to scare Spock? Jim, he’s a Vulcan; he’s not scareble.”

“Like your story?” Bones looked at Jim for two seconds before tackling him.

“Bones? No. No. Don’t,” Jim laughed even though nothing had happened until after his plea. Bones drilled his fingers into and against Jim’s belly. “Aaaahahahahahha!” Jim brought up his knees to protect himself, so Bones skated his fingers along his collarbones. “Bohohohohones!” Jim started to rock left and right.

The doctor quickly switched to Jim’s ribs, causing him to squeal and straighten out. He kept one hand spidering at Jim’s ribs and his other squeezed up and down his side; and Jim started to buck. “Stohahahahahap! - DOHOhohohon’t!” Jim said when Bones kneaded his thighs. “Hahaha!” Jim folded up again, but that didn’t stop Bones from getting the sides of his hips.

“Hahahah-AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO!!” His legs went down so he could protect his hips with his hands, but he couldn’t focus enough to actually do it. “HAHAHAAHIHIHI!!” Bones tickled his hips for another five minutes before giving him a quick squeeze and scratch to his knees. As Jim panted and his giggles started to fade, Bones helped him up.

“That’ll teach you to mock my scary stories. Especially during the days leading up to Halloween.”

“Fair enough, Bones.”

“Now let’s get some dinner, since that candy doesn’t count as one.”

***

What Jim and Bones did not know was that once Spock got back to his Quarters, he asked his computer for a more specific definition of Halloween and how it is celebrated. When he felt he understood, he went and found Scotty.

“Do you believe this to be achievable by tomorrow morning, Mr. Scott?”

“Aye, Mr. Spock,” Scotty said. “Absolutely. Let’s get to work.” As Scotty worked out the technical issues of their plan, Spock had his own mini mission to attend to. He snuck into both Jim’s and Bones’ Quarters and replaced their phasers with replica toys. He also rigged their alarm clocks to go off at 9:00 instead of 6:00 in case Scotty’s logic failed and more time was needed.

He was going to help his friends celebrate Halloween.

***

When Jim’s alarm clock went off the next morning, he rushed through his morning routine so he could get to the Bridge faster. How had that happened? He didn’t set his clock to go off at that time. As he was rushing to the Bridge, he and Bones ran into each other. Literally.

“Jim,” Bones said as he held his hurting head. “What are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“My, uh, alarm clock went off three hours late.”

“Mine too. What’s happening?”

“I don’t know.” Suddenly, the lights began to turn on and off. On and off. On and off.

“Jim?”

“Something must be wrong with the lighting system. I’ll tell Scotty.” The lights began to flicker faster and faster until they were out.

Only a dim light every one hundred-fifty feet.

“Captain.”

“Spock! This is creepy lighting isn’t it?”

“Appropriate for Halloween?” Spock asked.

“You could say that.”

“Why are you in the hallways, Captain?”

“Our alarm clocks went off three hours late.”

“Curious.” Suddenly they felt a chilling breeze and heard an even more chilling cackle.

“What the - ?!” Bones yelled as the witch flew over them on her broom. Jim and Bones both pulled out their phasers and set to stun the witch...but nothing happened. Their phasers weren’t working. They both got a pit in their stomach and ran with Spock behind them when the witch turned around and began to chase them. Her black cat sat on the edge of the broomstick as it hissed and showed its teeth.

“You can’t run from me,” she said in her high, shrill voice. “Mr. Whiskers...” she said in the creepiest of ways. The cat, in response, looked at the running figures in front of him as he growled. He jumped off of the broom and ran for them at full speed. Jim threw his phaser at the cat, which fell over when hit.

“You’ll pay for that! You’ll pay!” The witch yelled. She waved her hand over the floor and it began to go into a gravitational collapse. The men ran faster, just avoiding the abyss below. The witch called up the lost pieces of the floor and set them back into place with her hand wave.

This time she took both hands off of her broom, waved them, and cackled as she vanished. The three turned around only to see the doors in the halls open - and the ship began to fill with a stench no words could describe. Out from the doors came zombie crewmen! Not just red-shirts. There were yellow and blue too!

They moaned as they reached towards the three with their bony fingers and walked towards them. Bones screamed when some jaws fell off; being a doctor, he knew more than anyone else how wrong it was. He knew what kept the jaw in place, and what would have to happen if it were to fall off. The three of them ran down the dark halls.

“Are you alright, Doctor?”

“No, I’m not you green-blooded - !”

“Brrrrrrraaaiiiinnss...” one of the zombie’s called to them as a piece of flesh fell from its face.

“Captain, why do we run if they can only limp?”

“Do you want them to get your brain?!” Spock raised an eyebrow.

“Either way, I believe we have escaped.” With the zombies out of sight, they stopped to catch their breaths.

“Well, we might be able to slow down, but that doesn’t mean that we should stop moving,” Bones said as he walked further ahead...until he hit something.

“What’d my foot just hit?” As he backed up, it rose straight up. Bones was met with a six foot five inch vampire. He gaped at the soulless eyes. The dark eyes without pupils. The vampire felt McCoy’s neck with its thin, cold fingers and long fingernails.

The monster showed its teeth as it prepared to take a bite. Large, white and sharp. Jim had to grab Bones’ shirt so they could all run the other way. Soon, they heard the moaning again and Jim tripped over a severed zombie head. As the head stared at him, it moaned, “Braaaaiins...” and tried to bite him, but only got his pant leg.

“AAAAAHHH!!!”

“JIM!!” Spock and Bones both yelled. For his Captain, Bones punched the head, making it let go. When they turned, they saw the vampire getting closer. Jim picked up the head and threw it at the crowd of zombies, causing more limbs to fall off, some fell apart completely and others crashed onto the ground.

Bones and Jim ran just past the vampire, who reached out for them, but missed. Spock simply walked up to the creature who smiled and winked at him. Spock nodded at the crewman and went into his Quarters.

***

“I - I think we lost ‘im.” Bones said.

“I think so too. Wait, where’s Spock?!”

“Spock?” Bones called. That was when ten white, yet transparent figures faded through the walls. Jim and Bones, turning as white as ghosts themselves, sprinted down the hall.

“SPOCK!!”

“SPOCK!!” They cried out. As the ghosts grew nearer, so did their fear. Until finally, five ghosts faded through each and through the floor. Both completely out of breath, sweating and still scared.

“Bones?”

“Jim?”

“Don’t look down.”

“I can see it.” The floor was now covered with a thick fog and when they tried to look up to see just how far it was, they were met with a dark figure standing in the middle of the floor.

It suddenly opened it’s eyes - the irises were red. It stepped forward, just barely in the light; casting spooky shadows over it’s face. But Jim realized something about the vampire.

“Spock?!” Spock stepped closer to the two, causing them to back up and fall. Something about Spock being the ghoul made it much more frightening than the others. They couldn’t move - they were frozen. Spock bent down at Jim, opening his mouth.

“Trick-or-Treat, Jim.” As Jim and Bones let out the loudest screams they had ever screamed in their lives, Spock turned and stood.

“Mr. Scott,” he called, “I believe that will be sufficient.”

“Aye!” The lights turned back on, the fog faded, and the zombies, vampire and witch all came out. They began wiping off their faces or taking off masks to reveal that they were just crewmen. Only crewmen. Scotty walked up to Spock.

Jim and Bones sat there on the floor heavily breathing, gaping, and trying to process the last fifteen minutes.

“Y-you...Spock...Scotty...?”

“What...crewman...zombies...?”

“Mr. Spock organized it Captain.”

“As did Mr. Scott. He handled the technical aspects, such as the lights, the witch’s cat and spells, the dismemberment of limbs, and the ghosts.”  

“Mr. Spock got the crew in on it though, switched your phasers, and reset your alarm clocks.”

“You did all this to...to scare us?

“You did say that scaring others is how Halloween is celebrated, Jim.”

“You’re not supposed to give anyone a heart attack!” Bones yelled.

“But, you did get us, Mr. Spock.” Jim and Bones stood.

“Happy Halloween.” Spock said. Jim and Bones looked at each other.

“You get Scotty,” Jim said. “I’ll get Spock.” The crew ran; they knew they’d be next, but at least they’d have time to hide. Spock and Scotty were already laughing; and neither Jim nor Bones planned to stop until they were both cackling like that fake witch.

“Happy Halloween, Jim,” Bones said and gave his side a tweak, earning laughter from his friend.

“Happy Halloween.”

Happy Halloween!

No Cats Were Harmed During The Writing Of This Fic