As an avid TOS fan, this is everything I want in an ST: AOS vid. Amazingly well done!
I said don’t lecture me about those evils. I know this is not a dignified position for the Chief Medical Officer of the starship Enterprise. Why else do you think I’m still here? I don’t want to go staggering through the halls like this. Jim would have my hide. He runs a tight ship, that man, a tight sh—
Damn it, there I go again. Can’t stop thinking about it. Tight. I’m tight, there’s one for sure. Snockered. The ship is tight, ever since the esteemed James T. Kirk took over three years ago. And my pants sure as hell are tight, let me tell you that. But I’m not gonna think about it, no sirree bob, I’m gonna do something else.
A very drunk McCoy commits some accidental voyeurism.
Logic and Lubricity, or, K/S as told by Jane Austen; with some less seemly parts.
In which two space-faring gentlemen find themselves stranded in a convenient cave, and one of them finds himself battling an untimely case of Pon Farr… This short fic is simply hilarious and tickles my Austen-loving fancy something fierce.
Kirk strode onto the bridge that first day, and each of the bridge crew stood to attention. He made his rounds, strong arms laying relaxed at his sides, a smile on his charmingly boyish face, introducing himself in-kind to each officer and shaking their hands with both of his own.
When he got to Spock, the effect was almost immediate. He sensed it as Kirk approached, that nameless pull that almost shocked Spock into stepping toward the man. It wasn’t a scent so much as it was an instinct– a sixth-sense that Spock recognized immediately, if only because he had met so many people and he’d never felt this before.
AU in which Vulcans recognise compatible mates by scent, this is 90% Spock longing for Kirk and 10% insanely hot smut. All while somehow managing to sound completely plausible and in-character.
“It was a very kind thing you did for Captain Pike, but don’t pull anything like that again, not for me or anyone – that’s an order. Understood?”
“My apologies, sir,” Spock said, “But I cannot obey that order. It is my duty to ensure the safety of my superior officer.”
Kirk frowned and let out a sigh. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
“Sir?” Spock asked, an eyebrow raised.
The captain just shook his head.
Missing scenes that follow the development of Kirk and Spock’s relationship during the first five-year-mission.
There is no time. No time to process, no time to grieve. Steve pushes the horror, the guilt, down into the pit of his stomach, a lead weight that would crush him if he allowed it.
The noise from the array distorts, changing in frequency as the light flares up, painfully bright. Steve turns away, shielding his eyes, and sees the Borg on the walkway before him move stiffly, its head still bowed.
It slowly rises, lifting its head. The red laser sighted by its right eye strobes across Steve’s face as it turns towards him.
It was human, once. It’s eyes a shade of blue that Steve hasn’t seen in half a lifetime.
Star Trek AUs make me happy, and this is an excellent one!
Such a nostalgic ship for me – and this song is surprisingly perfect for them!
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying drawled. Wei Ying leaned forward further until he put his hands flat on the Captain’s desk and pushed himself to standing. The skin was smooth now, Wen Qing had regenerated the bruised and torn skin from their escape and subsequent stranding in the Delta Quadrant. But Lan Zhan had seen the hurt there before it was wiped away. “Maybe you don’t see me as your First Officer at all.” He cut his eyes up to look into Lan Zhan’s. “Maybe you don’t want to. Maybe you want me to throw over all of these command responsibilities and it can just be me and you inside of my mind, just how you like…Imzadi.” Lan Zhan’s breath caught, an invisible stutter in the regular ordering of Lan Zhan’s functioning. Wei Ying slid his hands forward, body following. Wei Ying was leaning over the desk, fingertips close to Lan Zhan’s but not touching. They could be. If Lan Zhan reached out.
“You are my First Officer.” Lan Zhan kept his hands where they were, pressed so hard into the desktop that his wrists felt the strain.
This is absolutely my new favourite Star Trek AU! I can’t believe I never realised how apt the premise of Voyager is in regards to the cultivation world vs. Yiling Laozu conflict. Also, this is just plain amazing storytelling – culminating in the hottest telepathic blowjob ever!
“Don’t you think declaring me unfit for command is a little extreme?” Jim pushes forward in his chair, picking up the datapad and reading it in a glance. When he looks up, however, he doesn’t seem surprised. “Huh. I was actually joking. So it’s this or Starfleet Medical, huh? Your people wouldn’t like that at all.”
“There is a time,” Spock says slowly, taking the chair across from Jim, “for discretion. And then there is a time for the necessary.”
Jim drops the datapad.
“This is the necessary.”
Jim nods grimly before closing his eyes and taking a careful breath. “If you touch me,” Jim says slowly, “I will kill you. Or you will have to kill me. Do we understand each other?”
Spock nods. “As you would say: crystal.”
This is a somewhat different, and brilliantly written, take on the “Kirk deals with the fallout from his meld with Spock Prime” trope, and I love it!
When his alternate first arrived in a scrambled transporter beam two weeks ago, Jim was excited to meet him and combine their powers for the forces of awesome. Actually, first Jim ordered him quarantined, polygraphed, and tested for alien DNA, but he should have known the guy would hack his way out of the brig, and by the time he emerged again, clothes inexplicably torn and whiskey eyes somehow deadened, Jim knew he was who he said he was and instead of excitement, he felt a creeping disquiet about the man.
This is epically awesome – I love the characterizations, each man distinct, each relationship special.