#mediical-trek

[starfleetsxvulcan]

[ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver is missing the deceased sender. (@mediical-trek about TOS Blue for the Ambassador 👁️👁️)

Starfleet Headquarters had long since left a bitter taste in Spock's mouth.

Not one that was strong enough to ever hinder his loyalty or deter his responsibilities but there was a bitterness that lingered. He served the Federation well, earning the ranks of captain, admiral and finally the title of Ambassador, just like his father before him.

Such an esteemed rank had him not only going far into the many galaxies on missions of diplomacy or plights of peace but also he found himself walking the same path through the same buildings, time and time again. And like that of a broken record the elder Vulcan found himself at a standstill before a particular mural that was on constant display in the main lobby. One that stretches the course of a wall, with silver plagues of what appeared to be names reaching high up towards the ceiling, like they could go on to the heavens. In the center a statue depicting the Enterprise-Jim's Enterprise-in all her true glory. The very starship he had not only spent years serving under Admiral Pike but also under Kirk before an unpredictable and quite unforeseen attack ripped her to shreds in a ball of fire.

Spock found her name easily, he did not even have to look, and a silent sigh escaped his lips as he slowly reached out and let his fingers trace over the engraving that dedicated her as a hero among her peers who were lost. 'There you are, my dear.' He simply remarked to himself with a hum bringing his hand back, for a moment there was a glassy, sad look that swirled in his dark eyes but then he blinked and it was gone. 'Until we meet again, Bluebird, until then.'

// @mediical-trek

[bcnes-archived]

@mediical-trek sent ; “I’m not trying to baby you! It’s called taking care of my friends.” - from hurt / comfort starters

The glare he levels her with is intense enough to melt straight through the hull. He's not sure who's bright idea it was to stick his biobed in a quarantine field - either the whatever-the-hell he'd picked up down on the planet's surface ( thanks, Jim ) genuinely is more virulently contagious than he'd first assumed, or his last four escape attempts ( none of which he remembers, having been lost in a half-conscious brain-addling fever for the last 48 hours ) were too annoying for Chapel to feel inclined to bother handling a fifth. Either way, it means he can't do much more than sit there with his arms folded trying to burn marks into the back of everybody's head that passes by. Frankly, Leonard doesn't have the energy to even think of anything more.

She's either brave or foolish for attempting conversation at all. Whether he's the ship's best doctor is highly debatable - but what's mostly agreed upon is the fact that he's definitely the worst patient.

"Yeah? Well friends don't leave friends cooped up in their own damn sickbay when they could be out there helping to synthesize a cure for this mess," he scowls. Never mind the fact that, if that were true, Jim Kirk would be confined to a biobed a whole lot less than he actually his. "I'm the chief medical officer, for god's sake, I think I'm capable of determining when and when I don't need taken care of!"

[teapottroubles]

@mediical-trek said: [ comb ] sender takes their time brushing receiver's hair ( Reversed ! ) For Scotty !

If you asked any young crew member aboard this ship how they felt about Montgomery Scott, they'd say one of two things. Either that he was a big scary commander not to mess with, or that he was an oversized teddy bear with a penitent for spontaneous acts of questionable moral. The base line under both of these, was that the engineer was a figure to look up to. ( sometimes, in a literal sense. )

So it came as a shock to literally no one ( except maybe Cassie herself ) when Scotty came into sickbay, armed with a hairbrush, hair tie ( both of which he got from Uhura. ), and a bottle of something incredibly alcoholic for Doctor McCoy to keep him from saying a damn thing. " Now surely I dinnae have ta remind you of dress code ensign. "

His words were trailed by a hearty chuckle, making sure she knew he wasn't genuinely scolding her. Scotty took a seat on the far end of the room, motioning bluebird to come and sit next to him. The engineer could go on for god knows how long about how having your hair down while on duty could very well get you injured, and how given Cassie's current state, that should be on the forefront of her mind... but he settled for a shake of his head as he scanned over the blonde's arm, which was currently restricted to very minimal movement. Nothing broken, well, nothing broken anymore, but Bones still made it very clear she should be avoiding moving it around too much while it was still sore.

" C'mon Cass, let's see if we cannae get this sorted out, aye ? " Scotty started right at the bottom of her hair, like he knew exactly what he was doing. Which, to be fair, he did. Years and years of doing his younger sister's hair had prepared him for this type of situation.

[the-rustbucket]

🌸I am for some reason really frazzled this week so I'll just be active on Discord. You can find me in my server but if you just want my discord grab my DMs and ask!

🌸I'll also have a possibility to be active over on @mediical-trek (my Star Trek OC blog) so yeah ✨

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🌸Like I said on my mangle blog- I am slowly getting my Roxy and FNAF muses back! Slowly but surely!!

🌸It won't be fast- but I will queue up stuff I have to queue and schedule munday memes

🌸my focus is mainly still on @mediical-trek (my OC Star Trek blog)! So FNAF content will be slow, but rest assured I believe my hiatus is slowly pulling back

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🌸Will resume by posting some starters and ask box stuff!! I will also have some things in queue as well if I have any responses or stuff to put in in (this will also include scheduled munday memes!)

🌸so sorry for the hiatus, and future apologies for being slow! Currently I am most active on @mediical-trek (my OC Star Trek blog)

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[starfleetsxvulcan]

"Here, i noticed you lost this earlier." ( @mediical-trek , Bluebird giving something Spock dropped? Can be any versions you'd think fit)

Spock had been on the move throughout the ship from his own quarters, the sick bay, to the bridge.

Frustration was starting to become very apparent on the vulcan's features, he had not found what he was looking for and he was running out of places on the ship to look. Mr. Scott would not prefer to have the science officer attempt to pull the Enterprise apart in his search. But for what Spock wanted to have in his possession again, he was willing to consider it. Much to his inner dismay, however, the half-alien was coming to the logical conclusion that whatever he had lost might now be on some distant planet in the vastness of space...lately, he had been on a lot of ground parties.

Then there was Bluebird.

A new medical officer who came upon the Enterprise at the request of Doctor McCoy needing an 'extra hand', even with Nurse Chapel. A lot of officers were getting hurt lately. Bluebird is a Filisophlite, from the planet Enus. Which partly meant, as Captain Kirk already gave a chuckle to, Spock wasn't the only crew member with pointed ears anymore.

The vulcan was on a slightly defeated journey back to his quarters when she had suddenly appeared before him causing him to stop abruptly as he almost walked right into her. At first, Spock didn't seem thrilled to see her but then his agitated features melted completely when he saw what she held out to him.

It was his mother's necklace.

The silver clasp for the piece of blue that came from the planet of Vulcan had broken which meant it must have slipped from his neck-as he always wore it-tucked below his shirt. The jewelry was a special keepsake that not many onboard even knew he had.

'Thank you.' Was all Spock could say as he slowly but gently picked up the necklace, looking over the stone's condition for a moment before he let his hand's fingers close around it in a protective manner. He'd have to fix that clasp. But his attention went back to the medical officer a second later. '...It was Bluebird, correct? The name you wish to be called?'

// @mediical-trek

[starfleetsxvulcan]

Continued from (x) for @mediical-trek.

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An eyebrow shot up for a moment in response to the rather blunt refusal to his request for a quick discharge.

His jaw seemed to clench tighter as she continued to bandage his arm as she spoke of him being too rigid as he sat there still splattered with his own blood. Just as she wished, however, he made an attempt to relax, his balled fist loosening. The young vulcan remained silent to her repeated, concerned inquiries about how he had been slashed in the first place. Dark eyes trained forward, seemingly he was indifferent to her clear and well-known empathy. The science officer had no acknowledgement of it written over his features.

Cold.

'It was a calculated risk..Bluebird.' The blue-shirt finally gave an answer then he began to further explain, his gaze returning fully to the blonde's. 'I was attempting to perform a Vulcan Mind-Meld with the creature on the planet below, its violent attacks towards the colony there are unprecedented. Unfortunately, I was struck by a claw before I was close enough to successfully make contact. I am determined to try again which is why you must discharge me immediately.'

[starfleetsxvulcan]

[insert a wooden carved duck with whales engraved on the sides and painted like the ocean. The tag reads "From Bluebird 💙"] (@mediical-trek )

Spock had returned from duty to find the little blue surprise on the doorstep to his quarters.

The Vulcan, with his curiosity drawn, stooped down and gently picked up the wooden duck before swiftly entering his room. Once inside, the science officer sat right at his desk, his hands beginning to travel across the carved surface softly, with purpose, taking in every detail he could glean from the tips of his fingers.

A ghost of a smile appeared upon recognizing the engraved whales.

'Remarkable craftsmanship.'

// @mediical-trek

[starfleetsxvulcan]

[wound] from SNW Blue to SNW Spock? 👀 ( @mediical-trek )

His green blood was splattered against the blue of his uniform, still fresh but starting to stain the fabric the longer he sat on the biobed.

Spock had his bare arm held out stiffly, a large clean gash had made its mark on his pale skin. Starting near his wrist leading up near his elbow like that of a talon had lashed out and struck him. Whatever creature that had done the deed obviously had been rather close to the man, very close.

The young vulcan's brows were furrowed as he silently watched Bluebird treat this newest wound of his. However, he didn't appear to be in any discomfort or pain instead he looked mildly frustrated. Maybe even a tinge impatient. As if him getting patched up was more inconvenient to the science officer than needed or even what he wanted at that precise moment.

The fingers of his free hand were tapping away on the surface of the bed, dark eyes soon finding contact with the blonde's. '...I do not consider this to be serious. Can I expect to be discharged immediately upon you finishing, Miss Bluebird?'

// @mediical-trek

[starfleetsxvulcan]

[Insert Bluebird smothering Speckles who was now a lion, unaware Spock was trying to find her] "Look how big you are sweet girl!" (@mediical-trek )

Spock rounded the slightly curved corner of the hall in a near bolt.

He had only left his quarters for a moment and upon returning Speckles was no longer there. She had gone. The science officer could only assume she had decided the pad around the Enterprise like she always tended to do, meaning she could be on her way to a multitude of places and most certainly she'd be spotted by the crew quite soon enough. She wouldn't be recognized either even if her friendly attitude was in no way altered in her change of looks.

Much to his own surprise, however, as he skidded to a halt at the sight. It was Bluebird happily engaging with Speckles. No manner of alarm on her face, just pure enjoyment and his transformed animal companion was absolutely basking in the doctor's affections, gently pawing at her, rubbing against her for more.

'Bluebird! I am...pleased to see you.' The vulcan exclaimed, briefly letting out a silent puff of relief to himself. As he strode closer to the scene the big cat's ears perked up.

'Clearly you found Speckles, distracted her long enough as well. Unfortunately, I have no clear explanation as to how she ended up this way. My tricorder scans only indicate that she is a domestic feline with no regard to her current appearance.'

// @mediical-trek

[starfleetsxvulcan]

"Just follow my lead and i'll help you." (Dancing Prompt for being at a Neptonian ball, TOS Blue and Spock of course <3 @mediical-trek )

When a route to Enus was set in motion by the Captain, Spock never predicted he'd be on a ballroom floor just a few hours into the arrival on the surface.

The focus had been Starfleet Academy, foremost, the unique agreement that was made and the cadets in the facilities there followed by certain negotiations. Surely, another attempt to discuss Enus becoming a Federation planet-which has yet to bear any fruits of success. It was a matter of high priority, however, that good standing remained with the Filisophlites, the Federation, and StarFleet as a whole. When Bluebird began speaking of an event that was going to be happening, A Neptonian Ball, and that she would be attending, a commander found himself in the position of being asked if he'd be her plus one.

How could he refuse?

And so, Spock, in his full dress apparel uniform stood tall upon the transporter platform waiting to be beamed down. He attempted to ignore McCoy who felt it was necessary to scramble up and straighten out his decorative pins, none of them were crooked, before clapping him on the shoulders, offering a wink while his blue eyes seemed to shine. Jim also appeared to give the vulcan an excited grin before giving a proper 'Engage!' to send the two off for the night.

The vulcan truly expected no less from his two closest companions.

Spock had blinked at Bluebird, as if partly taken aback. For only a mere second or two had passed, he took in her words-what she was implying too. Inviting him in the art of dance. He watched as she stepped out onto the dancefloor of the ballroom before him. For most of the grand affair he had remained ever so close to her side, speaking accordingly when spoken to, observing everything he can-making mental notes of the details, for a report. He was, after all, the only Starfleet Officer in attendance.

The vulcan doesn't move for a few more moments, as though he is thinking it over. But then he arches a brow, a spark flashing in his dark eyes and he steps closer to the awaiting blonde, giving her a small accepting bow. A mere hint of a smile.

'Very well. You shall lead, I shall follow.'

// @mediical-trek

[starfleetsxvulcan]

🎼🎼🎼🎼🎼🎼🎼 ( @mediical-trek tOS PLEASE FINALLY HOLY F-)

She was in dock, the Enterprise, at the nearest Starbase on route.

Running only on impulse power she made it. A quarter of her crew gone and another quarter injured. A peace negotiation between two rival systems went awry, fallen through, leaving the vessel in the explosive crossfire of a war, taking hits she never provoked or asked for. Jim pulled quite a maneuver just to get them out of the danger. It was a failure, through and through despite the best intentions and efforts of Starfleet. A hard truth to swallow for the Captain, no doubt, who had solemnly ordered all non-essential crew off the starship along with the dead, the hurt.

This left the Enterprise empty for the most part. Tattered on the outside and hollow on the inside. The most bustling of areas either being the few who remain on the Bridge, Scotty with his small team in Engineering or the Sick Bay, where the task of getting most of the patients safely into the base for further treatment was being led by Dr. McCoy and Nurse Chapel.

Instead of halls bustling, it was silent as the vulcan made his way towards the archives under orders to run the logs, check recordings, and remove important artifacts from previous missions to the temporary possession of the Federation. For further safe-keeping and study while the repairs began. And as he passed another long window that peered out into the vastness of space, Spock's pace slowed, he started to hum to himself, until finally, he started to sing into the silence with a melody. Voice low, controlled, yet sounding as if the practice came rather naturally to him with the way the walls carried and amplified it.

'...I was lost until I found me in you, I saw a side of me that I was scared too. But now I hear my name and I'm running your way...'

There was a pause as he continued his journey along, his eyes making contact with his own hands he had brought in front of himself, turning them over slowly, instead of focusing on the way ahead. '...All I feel as I get closer to you, is a desire to move like you do. So, now I hear my name and I'm running your way...!'

The blue-shirt stopped short at another window, his expression changing as his fists clenched. '...I am ready now!' Suddenly, he turned on his heels sharply, facing the black, the twinkling stars beyond, head turning upwards, answering an unheard challenge. His voice rising with clear emotion, perhaps even a sense of desperation. '...It's my desire that you feed, you know just what I need! You've got power! Power over me!' Spock flattened his hands against the glass, pressing, feeling the cold against his palms and fingertips. It looked as if he was singing to the void itself, of all things. '...I give my all now, can't you see? Why won't you set me free? Power! You've got power...!' In the blink of an eye he appeared to realize fully just what he was doing and pushed himself back, breathing hard.

The half-alien continued to just stare, he hadn't noticed that he was no longer alone.

'Over me.'

// @mediical-trek.

[starfleetsxvulcan]

❛  will you just shut up and kiss me already?  ❜ (In the most Respectful way from TOS Blue, @mediical-trek )

Spock had only been in the midst of a lengthy, detailed explanation of a recent ground mission he was a part of with Bluebird.

The two had settled at a table in one of the more empty recreational rooms of the Enterprise. It'd hardly been an hour since the science officer beamed back aboard with the remaining members of the landing party and, of course, the Captain with a disgruntled looking doctor in tow. They had been on the surface of the deep red, desert-like planet below for the span of seven days in an attempt to make any contact with the sudden discovery of intelligent life that had been reported by a previous starship.

Perhaps Spock and the others did get more than they originally bargained for judging by the ragged, dirty, cut up uniforms and empty-supplied state they reappeared as. Even the vulcan's hair looked unkempt, which was a rare sight.

'Two factions of these most fascinating creatures that have built societies within tunnels, housed generations of offspring, found a masterful way to adapt below the surface all coming to a tedious brink because-' The blue-shirt cut himself off, quite suddenly, freezing hard. It was as if what his partner had said finally fully dawned upon him, jolting him back into the reality beyond his reminiscent ranting. Slowly, his dark eyes found Bluebird's, brows raising a tad revealing his bewilderment-borderline surprise.

'...Pardon?'

// @mediical-trek