ST2009: Something RottenTitle: Something RottenFandom: Star Trek (2009)Characters: James T. Kirk, the rest of Enterprise crew, Karidian Company of PlayersSummary: After thirteen years of peace he finds himself facing someone he thought dead. There is something rotten... Will he find out what it is before it's too late? Kink meme inspired - drama, angst, hurt, comfort, friendship and Tarsus.Something RottenIt had been years since he really thought about what happened when he was twelve.It had been years since he thought about his aunt, his uncle, his cousins.It had been years since he thought about him. But suddenly, nothing else but this man seemed to oc
Star Trek TOS: What is MineKirk moved silently, his steps quiet even against the backdrop of the room (with the exception of the epiphany of the clacking keyboard) before wrapping an arm around his First Officer's wraist and leaning down so that his head was nested on the crook of Spock's shoulder, eyes half closed as he watched elegant hands type out a sheet from what must be an entire month's worth of paperwork. Not once did he pause his work or even falter, even when Kirk decided to lay a chaste kiss on his neck- but it did certainly amuse him, as cued by a slight raise of an eyebrow when he felt the lips against his flesh curve into Jim's distinct grin."You must
Star Trek TOS: Deny Me NotWhen I first looked back at the events we had been so recently subjected to- the Pon Farr and the duel in which Spock had fought me (as so lost was he in his blood fever) with all intents to kill- I had recalled fear, and fear had not been kind.The memories had risen to me a few times after we had left Vulcan, involuntarily breaking into the abode of my conscious thought when they did. They materialized in the form of momentary flashbacks, never lasting too long but long enough to always send an abrupt chill crawling across my spine as if someone, without warning, poured a glass of ice water on me only for the sake of my due reaction- and m
The Best of Both Worlds: EpilogueEpilogueFor almost twelve hours, Beverly operated on Picard, removing as many of the Borg's cybernetic implants as she could. Some of them had been integrated too deeply into his body's systems, and she didn't dare touch them, but they all appeared to be inactive. She'd been able to clone a new arm for him, and once she reattached it, its nerves, muscles, blood vessels and bones began to knit with his own.After the surgery had been completed, Beverly kept him in sickbay for another day, as he recovered under her caring ministrations. She finally let him return to his own quarters to rest.But sleep would not come to Picard, and he lay
The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter ElevenChapter ElevenThe fear emanated from Earth like an odour, and it excited her. She would prolong their torment, let them experience protracted fear, and even then she would not grant them death. She would take them; make them her own so their minds would live, anguished forever inside the Collective.She had been aware of the messages spreading throughout the Federation after she had destroyed their fleet, and she rejoiced in them. They had given warning to their own kind as well, to run and escape, but that was irrelevant. Many had fled Earth in their fear, but she would find them. She would find all who tried to hide from her. She h
The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter TenChapter TenThe ready room door chime sounded, and Jonathan Archer looked up from the padd in his hand. "Come in?"The door slid open and T'Pol stepped in. Archer looked at her, his expression grave and concerned. He lifted up the padd. "The computer analysed Phlox's numbers," he said. "They're pulsar frequencies. With geometric light year measurements."T'Pol looked at the display. "Spatial coordinates," she said. Her voice was quiet, but when she turned back to him, he could see the concern on her face, the cold realisation she was now making the same as the one he'd made twenty minutes before.Archer stood and leaned heavily on
ST2009: PrideTitle: PrideFandom: Star Trek (2009)Character: Winona Kirk, James T. KirkSummary: Winona is proud of her baby.Warnings: Uhm, fluff?PrideWinona couldn't take her eyes of the baby in her arms. Small bundle of life and joy, with light hair and the bluest eyes she ever seen.Not even George had eyes in such a shade of blue.The baby came into this world with a powerful cry, announcing his presence loudly to everyone, most of all to his mother and father, telling them that he will not be overlooked and that he has his place in the world.He cried, so his father could hear him before he left this world himself, carrying the sounds of
The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter EightChapter EightCaptain's log, Stardate 44000.3. Repairs are complete and the Enterprise is warping to rendezvous with Starfleet at Wolf 359. Subspace communications from the site of battle have been cut off, possibly due to Borg interference.Possibly, my ass, thought Riker. Starfleet regulations were clear that speculation had no part in official log entries but there was no doubt in his mind that the Borg had survived the attack. And just as little doubt that when the Enterprise arrived at the battle site they would find only debris. Riker felt sick when he thought of the crews of the starships, fighting and dying.He forced himself
ST2009: One Thousand WishTitle: One Thousand WishFandom: Star Trek (2009)Characters: Leonard McCoy, Jocelyn McCoy, Joanna McCoy, James T. KirkGenre: AU, humour, friendship, fantasySummary: Being a genie sucked.Being a genie sucked pretty badly at times.Leonard knew that more than anyone else, well, unless that anyone else had been genie. Leonard was genie as long as he could remember and he couldn't wait to get to fulfil the thousandth wish so he would finally be free of the oath he took so many centuries ago.Seriously. Who would have thought that 'Our Father in heaven, I'll do everything, just save my father' would turn around to bite his ass so badly?And so
The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter SixChapter Six"Come in, come in, Number One," Picard said.Commander Riker stepped into the captain's quarters. It was the first time he had been in here, and it felt rather odd. Until now, he'd only known the captain in the work environment. But now, the mood was changed. More intimate. Getting together as friends, almost. But not quite. Riker was quite aware of why the captain had asked him to join him for dinner. They'd been serving together for almost two months now, but Picard hadn't had a chance to get to know Riker personally. The real William Thomas Riker. And so, when the computer had delivered the captain's invitation, Rik
The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter SevenChapter SevenFirst Officer's Log, Stardate 44009.3. The Borg ship has resumed its course towards Earth. We are unable to pursue pending repairs to the Enterprise.Deanna didn't have to be an empath to feel the despair in the observation lounge. The mood was quiet, eyes were downcast, and voices were quiet and subdued. She'd need to make some appointments to see them over the next few days. Assuming they survived the next few days. She sighed and turned her attention back to the viewscreen. The senior staff was reporting to Admiral Hanson, who was already leading his fleet of starships to meet and attack the Borg Cube at Wolf 359. H
The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter FourChapter FourCaptain's log, supplemental. The Enterpriseremains concealed in the dust cloud. And, to my surprise, the Borg have maintained their position, waiting for us to come out of hiding. I have no explanation for their special interest in me or this ship. We continue to prepare our defenses for the inevitable confrontation. But, I must admit, on this night I contemplate the distinct possibility that no defense may be adequate against this enemy.It was late, ship time. Picard had been sleeping on the couch in his ready room, but after five hours, he'd just wasn't able t
The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter FiveChapter FiveFirst Officer's Log, supplemental. Our pursuit of the Borg continues at high warp on a course that will take us to the very core of the Federation. The devastation they could bring is beyond imagination.Worf had made the adjustments to the phasers himself, trusting none of his security personnel to make them. The cost of failure was too high. Despite wearing the uniform of Starfleet, Worf was at heart a Klingon warrior, and he lived according to that code. Duty. Honour. An oath sworn to protect his captain. An oath he had failed to fulfil. It gnawed at him, eating him from the inside, and he could not rest until he ha
Babies Like Bouncing, Right? [Stark Trek XI]As he looked around the bridge of the Enterprise, Admiral Christopher Pike realised that he was surrounded by children.Unfortunately, this wasn't a metaphor or sarcastic quip about the youth of the crew. They actually were children (or babies, as in the case of one Pavel Chekov, now a sniffling bundle of blankets in his arms).Chris's own reflection in one of the gleaming white interfaces of the starship had shown him with dark hair and many fewer wrinkles, but he was fairly certain (95.6% certain, Spock might say) that these effects would be reversed by the combined shouting, running and general trouble-making in which the de-aged Enterpr
The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter TwoChapter TwoCaptain's log, Stardate 43993.5. With confirmation of the Borg's presence in Federation space, Admiral Hanson has returned to Starbase 324 to discuss strategy with Starfleet Command. Lieutenant Commander Shelby remains on board to continue tactical preparations."…I've ordered a standing yellow alert, all Federation and allied outposts have been warned and Ops will continue to monitor long range sensors. I've assigned Data, La Forge and Mister Crusher to work with Commander Shelby."Picard turned away from the window of his ready room to face Riker. "Very good, you've covered all the bases..." He moved around to the o
The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter ThreeChapter ThreeThe Borg Cube didn't drop out of warp until the last moment, re-entering normal space less than five kilometres of the Enterprise's bow. It loomed massive and dangerous on the viewscreen.Riker stood and approached Ops. "Data, is that the same ship we faced at J-25?"Data quickly checked his readouts. "Uncertain, Commander," he said. "But the dimensions are precisely the same.""Captain, you are being hailed," said Worf.Picard turned. "I am?"Worf looked up from his console. "Yes, captain. By name."Picard stood. "On screen," he ordered, moving defiantly to the front of the bridge.The screen flicked away from t
The Best of Both Worlds: ProloguePrologueIt had been the same for the last few nights.Always dark and hot, a vague sense of something chasing him as he ran down narrow corridors. Cold fingers just behind him, brushing against his uniform tunic, grasping, trying to pull him back into the darkness. And the voices… Whispering, chattering, but always just beyond his hearing. And then he'd stumble and fall and turn to face his pursuer, but always at that point he'd wake up, his sheets drenched in his own sweat, and his enemy remained unseen.This night was no different. When Picard woke, he lay in his bed for a moment, composing himself, ignoring the discomfort of
The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter OneChapter OneCaptain's log, Stardate 43997.6. Admiral Hanson and Lieutenant Commander Shelby of Starfleet Tactical have arrived to review the disappearance of New Providence colony. No sign remains of the nine hundred inhabitants.After the away team had returned to the Enterprise, Picard had sent a priority one message to Starfleet Command, informing them of his fears. Starfleet had agreed, and promised to send an expert, one Lieutenant Commander Elizabeth Shelby, who'd been heading the team charged with developing a weapon that would be effective against the Borg. Joining her was Admiral Hanson, from Fleet Operations.As soon as they h
Follow meYou have taught, the UniverseIs unfolding as it should.Can you trust me in reverse?Can you feel the major good?Going boldly to exploreWhat we cannot yet foresee,Where no man has gone before - Have no fear and follow me.Space is silent and serene,Final threshold we transcend,As I echo: I have beenAnd shall always be your friend.03.04.2012
ST TOS: Are We There Yet?Title: Are We There Yet?Author: NeferitCharacters: ChekovGenre: humour, crack, parody - your pick Are We There Yet?In the words of profound wisdom – Chekov was fucked, and not in the funny meaning of the phrase. No, he was really fucked, like very really kidnapped by hostile alien race, who thought it funny to kidnap Starfleet Officers.It wasn't so bad, actually. They just took him from Enterprise – now that is something what he would pay good credits to see, Mr Scott's and Captains fury at that damn aliens who dare to steal people from their ship – right before they will took every ounce of power from the engine
ST 2009: The ChoiceTitle: The ChoiceCharacters: Spock, Leonard McCoy, Jim Kirk, NeroRating: TGenre: DramaSummary: Nero has them all three captive. He tells Kirk that he will let either Spock or McCoy live, but Kirk has to pick which one lives and which one dies.The ChoiceOh God, how could he let them get captured? How could he miss the now so obvious trap?James Tiberius Kirk was a great man once.Nero said that in his time James Tiberius Kirk was a great man. In old Spock's thoughts he saw himself – n, not himself, his other self, the one more mature, less-fucked up self. He had his father and brown eyes (so unlike the crystal blue he had in this
Star Trek: The Young Officer (Pt 2)Shortly after the incident with the Thorndike we arrived in the Cardassia system. We were supposed to be conducting some scientific experiments as well as taking some samples. However, first I was to have a meeting with a representative on Cardassia Prime to agree to a treaty so that both parties- the Federation and the Cardassians- would benefit mutually from the research and that the Cardassians wouldn't be left out. I beamed onto the planet with AJ, my first officer, at about midday in the capital city. I met with the representative of the Cardassian government, and got the initial awkwardness out of the way as quickly as possible. O
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