Let me spin you a tale

Puzzle Pieces Part II

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:03:51 GMT

Diana Morgan looked over at the squabbling couple, quizzically an eyebrow arching up as she tilted her head. She had heard of the now frequent fights of George Kirk and Winona Morrison, but hadn't ever seen one for herself. She frowned, wondering if this was really how they had been acting in the two months since Christopher had left them. Since Christopher had come to her room needing advice in the middle of the night.

"Seriously, George, you're acting more and more like a whore every day. Could you for once just you know, act like your girlfriend is standing there when you flirt with the other cadets?" She snarled ever so slightly with a glare that would have killed other men.

"I'm not a whore, Winona. Just because I actually appreciate the forms of the other cadets and choose to make them feel good about themselves does not mean I'm a whore." George answered back as they walked quickly with some space between them.

Winona rolled her eyes glancing at Diana as they walked by. "Right, and my name isn't Winona."

Diana frowned, watching the duo leave and eyed the space between the two of them. That large of a space wasn't normal in couples unless they were fighting enough to make the possibility of a break up real. This didn't bode well and Diana found that it worried her. Chris had thought they would be better off without him, but that obviously wasn't the case. They didn't fight like that when Chris was with them. She sighed before she heard a voice yell her name.

"Diana." She turned and saw Chris standing a small distance away from her.

"Come on, there's this new place I've got to show you that you and Hugh will love."

She smiled, filing away what she saw for future reference, knowing that she had to broach the subject soon before George and Winona did something stupid that couldn't be fixed. She trotted quickly to reach Chris and motioned for him to lead the way.

It took them ten minutes of walking to reach their destination, a small restaurant away from everything else, in its own secluded area away from the world.

"This the place, Chris?" She asked pointing to it as she took in the outside of the building which had a slightly worn look about it.

"Yup. Wait till you eat here, it will be amazing and I swear, you will be thanking me endlessly." Chris opened the door and motioned for her to enter first. "After you my lady."

She walked through the door and rolled her eyes. "We'll see about that Chris. We'll see about that."

They sat down and ordered their food as a small silence settled over the two of them with Diana pondering about how to broach the subject of George and Winnie to Chris and Chris just looking at her curiously.

"You okay, Diana? Something on your mind?" He asked as he started to dig into his newly arrived meat and mashed potatoes.

She almost snorted, that such a loaded question. She sighed, taking a bite of her salad and a drink of her water before she answered. "I'm fine, can't say the same of George and Winona though. Saw them fighting as they walked by me before you came and got me."

His brow furrowed slightly. "Really? How bad was the fight? Just a normal one where Win." He flinched slightly after he realized he said the wrong name. "I mean Winona was just in a foul mood after class?"

Diana fought the urge to smile, thinking that maybe there was still some hope if Chris had yet to break himself of his habit of calling Winona, Win. "No, the kind where when they were walking off they could be misconstrued as two people who didn't know each other or two people who are only just acquaintances."

Chris nodded, his face taking on a sad aura complete with a frown and worried eyes as he took some more bites and drink his own water. "They weren't walking together?"

She shook her head, eating some more of her salad. "They were walking together, just with a large amount of space between them. Not really the walk of two lovers in love and happy. More like the slow destruction of a relationship walk."

He blanched, setting his fork on his plate with a sigh. "You're not just telling me this, right? You actually saw this?"

She nodded slowly, taking in his pale face and nervous eyes. "I did. They didn't look happy, Chris. At all."

He pushed away his food, suddenly losing any trace of hunger at those words. He sipped at his water before he stared at Diana as she ate. "Can I ask you something?"

"It's what I'm here for, Chris. Ask away." She stabbed another piece of lettuce and ate it, chewing slowly as she waited.

"You think I made the right decision when I did that? When I broke up with them? If you saw that, I don't-"

She cut him off with a small smile. "Know if you made the right decision? You know, that's not exactly the best quality in someone who is training to be a captain. I'm inclined to believe that you made the wrong decision, Chris. I saw you three and there was a happiness there, even when you all fought, there was just something there. I'm not even sure how to describe it. You all evened each other. You helped to navigate them in a direction that doesn't have them fighting over trivial things. It's hard to explain, Chris, but I don't think leaving them was the smartest thing to do."

He set his glass down and leaned back in his chair, his arms dangling over the back. "Don't tease me, Diana. Damn. I don't know what to do. I need to make this better for them somehow. I'm not going let them fall apart just because I left them. I left them so they could be together, it won't do to have the opposite happen. I just won't get back together with them."

Diana smiled internally to herself. It was a start and if all went well, it was the start of a new beginning for those three. She finished off the last of her salad and water quickly as Chris watched her with a ponderous look on his face. "You ready to go?"

He shook his head slightly as if to clear it. "Yeah. Let's just pay and we'll go. Did you like it?"

She knew an avoidance tactic when she saw it but chose not to point it out as she got up from her chair. "I did. I might come back with Hugh next week."

He chuckled softly as he paid. "Then I believe my work here is done."

She walked outside after he did and they walked slowly to her room, talking aimlessly about nothing. She skirted around the George and Winona issue, figuring Chris would figure out what to do on his own, and that it might be best if she didn't interfere too much in the matter.

As they reached her door she turned to him and sighed. "What ever you chose, Chris, just realize that what may seem like the logical thing to do isn't always the logical thing. Sometimes, it's the most illogical decision that works the best. Sometimes the people and situations call for someone to be illogical." She kissed his forehead softly. "Goodnight Chris. Make the right choice, alright?"

He nodded before she turned to enter her room. "Alright. Thanks for the input."

"You're welcome. You needed it."

--

Chris stood outside George and Winona's dorm leaning slightly on the wall next to the door. It was 1930 hours and both of Winona and George's classes had ended fifteen minutes ago, it was merely a matter of waiting for them to show up and possibly let him in. After an annoying night of tossing and turning and missing his bed companions yet again he had decided what to do. They needed to talk about everything, they needed to talk about whatever caused them to seemingly fight uncontrollably without him. They have been perfect for each other, but even the best of couples had some fights, usually small ones that were easily resolved, however, the fights that they were having weren't normal for them or a happy couple. They were the fights of a couple, of a relationship that was dying slowly, crawling on its last legs and it was a pain for anyone to watch.

"Chris?" Winona asked, startled by his presence next to the door, her face looking confused.

"Winona. Can I come in?" He asked pushing himself off of the wall.

She stared, sticking her tongue out slightly as she pondered her answer. She nodded slowly, opening the door. "Come on. You want to wait for George to do whatever you came here to do?"

He walked in slowly, hesitantly, worried that Winona would kick him out. "Yeah. You look like shit, Win."

"You know I always look like shit after my last class, Chris. I have to unwind before I look even remotely pretty." She rubbed her neck slightly, wincing as her hand cramped a little.

He nodded, feeling slightly awkward. He saw her wince and frowned. "You want me to rub your hands, Win? Just out of niceness?"

"I'm fine, Chris. You know what I'd like and it's not a hand rub. It'll feel better soon. Sit down, you look too awkward and this was your room for a year, so don't act like you've never been in it. Or slept in it. Or slept with either of us in it."

Chris thought that maybe he deserved that just a bit and shrugged, sitting down on the couch. "Sorry, figured you probably didn't want me in here."

Her face softened as she spoke. "I love you, Chris. That's never going to change. I'll always want you in here. George would too. We'd like you to stay, truthfully, but it's your decision."

"Win-" Chris started before the door opened to reveal a less than put together George.

"Winnie, I swear he's- Chris. What are you doing in here?" George asked noticing Winona and Chris sitting on the couch together.

"I came to talk to you two to be honest. Sit down George." Chris shrugged, pointing the open spot next to him, not realizing that the way they were sitting was reminiscent of old times when they would just sit and relax.

George sat down silently and looked at Chris. "So talk, Chris. We're listening."

Chris took a deep breath and sighed. "You two have been fighting, haven't you?"

Winona and George looked at each other before Winona sighed. "We always fight Chris. You remember. George gets annoying sometimes and so do I."

"That's not what I asked. Diana saw you two fighting before I showed her a place to eat last night. She told me you two walked away looking like you didn't know each other. You walked away with a large amount of space between the two of you. That's not a good fight. That one you two never had when I was around."

"There's a reason we didn't Chris. That's-" Winona paused biting her lip. "I used to have those fights with him back before we brought you into our relationship. You calmed both of us down quite a bit. Without you, we went back to our old habits of sniping at each other like that."

"You're kind of glue to us, Chris." George continued, elaborating on Winona's statement. "You keep us together."

Don't say that George, please don't say that. "Right George. Right. I just- I broke up with you two so you'd stay together and go on with your lives without me being a tagalong. You two aren't going by the plan. You two are doing the exact opposite."

Winona looked Chris straight in the eye. "We can't follow that plan. We love each other so much and we like being together, but our personalities clash too much sometimes. We need a buffer. We need someone to keep us even. Someone who smoothes out the rough edges. You are that. I don't know how to convince you of this, but that's what you are. You are our sandpaper or something. Fuck, Chris, I don't know how to describe it."

George smiled as he raised an eyebrow at Winona. "What I think she is trying to tell you is that we need you. We don't work without you. This is going to crash and burn. It's already heading that way without you."

Chris leaned his head back, resting it on the cushion of the couch. "I can't. George, Win, I-no. I-"

"Stop. Stop right there, Chris." Winona turned her body to him and grabbed his hand. "Okay, a triangle is the first stable figure that three lines can make. It can stand on its own without too much help. It needs three sides to make it complete. Two doesn't work and one doesn't work. Three is the number you need. You're the last side. You're the last equal side of the triangle. Without you George and I are just two lines that aren't complete. You complete us and make us happy. Without you, it doesn't work."

Chris stared at Winona and looked over at George trying to figure out if Winona was telling the truth. If they were lying and just wanted their fuck toy back. George shrugged. "For once, that's the slightly eloquent way of putting it, albeit, with a disturbing connection to math, but it's the truth. I feel the exact same way. You are the last side. You complete our triangle. We make a triangle all together, not apart."

"I can't do this if you two keep making me feel like I don't belong here. I need to know that this is really equal with the three of us, nothing less." Chris felt his hand shake slightly in Winona's own before she squeezed it.

"If you ever feel like that, tell us. We'll fix our mistakes and make everything better and make it so all of our sides are equal and make our triangle sturdy."George smiled slightly moving his hand.

"Promise me." Chris sighed as he felt George's hand move to his knee.

George puffed up his chest slightly and coughed. "I promise that I, George Samuel Kirk, will always make sure that Christopher Richard Pike always feels like an equal part of the trio between the three of us. Formal enough for you?"

Chris laughed at George's face as serious as it was. "Yes. Win? Care to do the same?"

She arched an eyebrow before pursing her lips. "I, Winona Allison Morrison, solemnly swear upon everything I hold dear that I will make sure that Christopher Richard Pike is always an equal part of the lovely triangle I have, because two lines do not make a triangle. It takes three." She dissolved into laughter after the last bit and found herself falling into Chris' lap.

She thought about something before she cocked her head, pointing at Chris. "You're going to have to get your clothes, because the bed is too cold without you and I have no buffer between George's icicle feet and my Mojave hot legs."

Chris blinked at her before breaking out in a grin. "I'm not going to tell you how many things are wrong with that sentence. I'm just not, Win." He wiggled slightly to make her move her head. "Get off so I can go get them."

She scrunched her nose and mock pouted as she moved her head off his lap. "There was nothing wrong with that sentence. Ask George."

George put his hands up. "I know absolutely nothing about that. At all. I'm completely oblivious. She's talking crazy. My feet are warm."

Chris snorted as he walked to the door, knowing that George's feet were the farthest things from warm. "Right, George. Keep telling yourself that." He paused, turning around before he opened the door. "I'll be back later tonight. And maybe, we should possibly warm up that bed."

As he left the room George and Winona shared a look before grinning, giving each other a soft kiss, happy to know that their third triangle piece was back safe and sound with them and not with anyone else. That he would stay just as long as they could keep him with them, which if they had their way, would be until the day they died.

---

Winona smiled as George pulled off her boots lovingly before she felt Chris' fingers move to pull off her uniform's sweater. She shivered slightly as his fingers danced across her skin, making goose bumps appear.

"I missed you, Chris. Missed this. Missed seeing you and George while you do this." She whispered as George and Chris kissed each other over her shoulder, making sure she could see. Chris busied himself with unzipping her skirt to make it easier to slide down as he kissed her shoulder blade softly.

She sighed into George's kiss as Chris placed those feather soft kisses and occasionally nibbled slightly. George smiled, his hands stroking her abdomen, tracing shapes, mostly triangles to amuse her. She felt the fabric of her skirt slide down her legs, pushed by Chris' sure hands. Gone was the shaking that she remembered from their first time with the three of them. George pulled away slowly from the kiss, leaving her pouting ever so slightly.

"Winnie. You're going to have to step forward, because your skirt is pooled on the floor and it wouldn't be good for you to trip before we have sex." George whispered, his hands moving to unhook her bra only to be swatted away with a glare from Chris.

She grinned, laughing softly. "Right. Sorry. I'm just-"

"Excited?" Chris whispered, his breath tickling her ear when he did.

She shivered again. "Yeah. Love you two so much."

"We know and you know the feeling is mutual. And Chris-"

"I know. Don't worry. I know." He smiled, taking his time unhooking the three hooks, pausing after each one to kiss Winona's neck, with the occasional bite in time with George's kisses.

Winona gasped as the final hook came undone and Chris ran the fabric of her bra across her skin, kissing her back softly as he maneuvered her arms out of the straps, shucking it to the floor when George pulled away again.

Winona frowned. "You two are wearing too many clothes. It's not fair that I'm naked except for my panties and you two still have on everything." She moved over to the bed and lounged on it. George and Chris tried to follow but she arched an eyebrow. "No touching this." She waved her hand across her body, settling on her breasts, her finger circling her nipple before pinching it, her mouth opening slightly as she did it. "Until all of that." She pointed to their clothes. "Is off."

Chris and George looked at each other, a mischievous glint in their eyes, before they turned back to Winona, dual grins decorating their faces. George laughed with an almost evil tinge. "That can be arranged, dear. It's going to take a bit of time though. I think we want to savor the moment, enjoy each other's skin."

She shrugged, leaning back and making herself more comfortable on the bed. "I don't mind. I always do enjoy a good show. Especially when it stars my two favorite leading men."

Chris smiled pulling up George's shirt slowly, his fingers paying attention to his six pack, scratching it slightly which earned him a slight intake of breath. "I can see you still like that George. Good to know things haven't changed in a month." He finished pulling off the shirt and kissed his lips as a reward.

George chuckled as he pulled up Chris' as well, his fingers roaming up the sides. "That will never change, Chris. My stomach has been and always will be my most sensitive spot." Chris' eyes fluttered shut as George's fingers moved higher. "I can see you still like your sides being touched as well." He pulled of the remaining bit with a bit of a flourish and kissed Chris softly.

"Always, George." Chris' fingers danced down to George's pants before unbuttoning them and stopping at the zipper. He moved his right hand up to rub his abdomen, relishing in the feel of it beneath his fingers.

George mock glared at Chris. "It's not nice to tease a Kirk. Besides," he moved his own hand down unbuttoning and unzipping the pants before he started to palm Chris' slowly growing erection, "two can play that game."

Chris let out a breath harshly, not expecting George to do that yet. "George."

"Hm, Chris?"

Chris growled slightly, pulling the zipper down before he started to pull down the pants with an edge of roughness. "You need to stop teasing people."

George chuckled. "But it's so much fun." He nibbled on Chris' lip before he pushed the pants down, pulling them off his feet as well.

"Says you." He rolled his eyes as he shimmied out his boxers, letting Winona enjoy the view.

"Quarter bouncing ass. I approve, Chris. Bring that ass over here." She laughed motioning for him to come over to the bed.

He obeyed until he stopped by the side of the bed, waiting for her to do something. She smirked and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him roughly. "Missed you so fucking much. Don't ever leave again."

"I'll try not to." He whispered pulling off her panties as George joined them on the bed.

"You won't, Chris. We'll make sure this lasts, right Winnie?" George stated, kissing her neck.

"Right, we're-" Winona started before she let out a small moan as Chris' tongue glided along her abdomen.

"Got to love that sound." He said huskily before he darted his tongue in her navel, while George alternated between kissing Winona's breast and his back.

The dorm filled slowly with their noises, their gasps, moans, screams, and sighs as the three of them enjoyed their rekindled relationship with sex. Sex they had deprived themselves of for the duration of their separation. It ended long after it began, with the three of them curled up under the covers, their body heat keeping each other warm and making sure that not even George's feet would become icicles. And they wouldn't have it any other way.
---

"This isn't good, Chris. This is bad. Really. Really bad. I mean it's wonderful at the same time, but this is the worst timing ever known to mankind. I can't be." Winona Morrison paced, her hands shaking slightly as Chris watched her silently from his seat on the couch.

"Win. Breathe. It'll do wonders for you, trust me. Just breathe. You are. Dr. Watson said that you were and I trust him." Chris tried to reassure her by speaking calmly, and by getting up and grabbing her by the arms. "Calm down and sit."

She sat down on the couch and took a few breaths before looking at Chris. "Dr. Watson lied. Please tell me he did. Please. This is- George- we just got-"

Chris grabbed her chin and turned it toward him. "He didn't lie, Win. You're pregnant. You're going to have to get used it. You're pregnant, yes this is possibly the worst time for you to be pregnant, but we will get through it. Remember the plan we made after I came back? Four kids, two from George, two from me? Well, this little one is just making the plan start a little early. Just calm down, you don't want to lose it do you?"

She blanched. "No. I don't. I just- this is the wrong time. The completely wrong time. And George probably doesn't want it."

"Stop right there Win. You know he'll want this kid. Don't even begin to make yourself think otherwise. I want this kid, George is going to want it, you want it. This kid is so wanted and will be so loved that it will be insane."

"The kid will be insane?" She joked slightly.

Chris paused before he shook his head, amused. "No. Not the kid, the amount that he or she will be spoiled and loved will be insane."

Winona smiled. "You think so?"

"I know so. Wait. Your dad is going to kill George. Shit. Your dad is going to kill George. As in murder and castration for getting you pregnant. He might kill me too. Oh dear. This is not good."

"Marriage. Dad doesn't have to know, it's probably George's kid, so we can just lie to my parents and tell them we were married when he or she was conceived. It could work, they might be a little annoyed because they didn't plan the wedding, but then George and I are having one with you after you finish with all of your studies, which would offset most of the hard feelings. This could work. You in?"

"For you marrying George and lying about how this kid was conceived? I'm only a cadet, so no obligation exists for me to tell you two, shame on you. So, I'm all for that. Especially since that means I can keep my penis. I kind of like it, for some strange reason. I've become dreadfully attached to it." Chris smiled, taking Winona's hand and pulling her off of the couch.

She laughed, falling into his chest slightly shaking with it. "That- is- that was something else, Chris. Really. I don't even know how to respond to that."

"You could start by telling me you enjoy my penis as much as I do, since it was you know."

She shook her head, still snickering. "Yeah, I know, Chris. I know. It's a lovely piece of equipment that I love working with."

Chris just grinned, rubbing her shoulders softly, nibbling on her ear. "You want to go meet George outside of class and tell him?"

"Do you?"

He shrugged, moving his hands down to her abdomen, placing his palms flat on it. "I could be persuaded, since I want George to know he's going to be a proud daddy just like I'm going to be a proud papa and you are the proud mother of that little kid in there."

Winona beamed, dragging Chris by the hand out the door and walking to George's class. The walk to the building it was in had taken what was left of his class time and Chris and Winona found themselves trying to find George through a sea of people.

"George!" Chris called out as he spotted the blonde. "Get over here; we've got something important to tell you."

George turned and maneuvered his way to the two of them with a slightly curious look on his face. When he reached them, he hugged Winona first, giving her forehead a quick kiss. "You feeling better?"

Chris and Winona exchanged glances before Chris nodded slightly to her. "Well, sort of. I went to Medical this morning with Chris, since his class was later and Dr. Watson saw me." She sighed looking sad.

George's face became tinged with worry. "What did he say, Winnie? Are you going to be okay? Are you dying? Am I going to lose my number one girl?"

She shook her head, a smile slowly making its way to her lips. She grabbed George's hands and put them on her abdomen. "I'm not dying. Far from it. One could say I might be having the nine month flu, it's how every human being comes to be."

The realization dawned on George and he started to grin. "You're- you're- you're pregnant?"

Winona nodded slowly. "You happy?"

To answer her question, George enveloped her in a massive hug, lifting her up and spinning her around happily. "Why wouldn't I be?" He asked setting her down with a massive grin as he kissed her.

"Bad timing?"

"We'll deal, Winnie. Right now, I could care less, I want this kid. Don't worry." George kissed Chris in his happiness as well, determined not to leave him out. "You figured out how to deal with your dad?"

"Already did, Chris brought it up while I was freaking out about being pregnant." Winona smiled, feeling giddy.

"That's my Chris and Winnie." He said proudly. "This calls for a celebration. Dinner, let's get dressed, you're skipping class, I don't care if you don't want to, you can tell your instructor that your lover is pregnant and that he can just suck it if he doesn't like it."

Chris snorted. "It's a she."

"You get the point, Chris. Come on, dinner to celebrate the beginning of a wonderful plan." George laughed as they walked back to their room.

---

The Narada came from nowhere and Winona found herself being rushed to a shuttle while the Kelvin went to pieces around her. The explosions made what was already turning out to be a hard delivery even harder for her. Her second child with George was early, much to her chagrin and it couldn't have chose a worse time to come in. If she hadn't been in so much pain, she would have laughed at the irony of both of her children having horrid timing, but she didn't.

Winona heard the shuttle doors shut and turned her head toward them. This wasn't how it was supposed to be going, George wasn't here yet. He needed to be here. Chris wasn't there and she didn't want to do it alone.

She grimaced and pulled open her communicator."The shuttle's leaving. Where are you?

George paused before answering. "Winnie. My love? Listen carefully, okay?"

She grimaced again before saying anything. "We're about to have this baby."

His voice cracked slightly as he realized what he was about to say and how much he didn't want to say it. "Sweetheart, I'm not going to be able to be there."

Her heart stopped and she found it hard to breathe. They both aren't with her and George is going to die. She started to cry. "No-- no, no-- wait, fuck, George."

George heard Winona's voice, he knew she was starting to cry. His heart felt like it was being ripped out bit by bit hearing her. "I want you to hear me, Winnie. Please. There's no other way, my love, my Winnie, you know all I want- all I want in the world is to be with you right now."

She abandoned all pretenses about not crying, her tears starting to flow down her cheeks. She knew the answer to the question she was about to ask, but she needed to hear it from him. "Are you still on the ship?" He didn't answer. "No- no, you need to be here- George, I can't do this without you and Chris. Please- don't-" She winced the pain of her contraction getting to her.

The doctor frowned. "Okay, you need to push."

As the shuttle left the ship completely Winona pushed, her screams echoing in the shuttle. She hadn't felt pain this bad with Sam and back then she had Chris and George unlike now, where she has no one.

The baby cried, a loud wail that announced its presence to the people aboard the shuttle and to George on the Kelvin. The doctor handed her the child, wrapped in his blanket. She found herself smiling internally at the fact that the child was alive and seemingly fine.

George smiled in the captain's chair despite himself. "Hey, Winnie. Hey, so what is it?"

Winona barely forced out the words to shocked to do much of anything. "It's a boy."

He grinned even more, relishing in the fact that he has two little boys now. "It's a boy? Yeah?" He paused as he heard Winona cry. He frowned, knowing that this was killing her. "Tell me- tell me about him. Please, Winnie?"

Her heart ached, knowing these were the last words she was going to ever say to George. She willed herself to say them, even if she sounded pitiful while doing it."He's- he's beautiful, he looks like you, George."

George laughed before he glanced at the monitors. Oh god.

Winona's voice cracked as she said her next words. "George, you should be here."

He sighed knowing there was nothing he could do about it. "I know, so what should we call him, huh? Don't name him Chris, please."

"We could name him after your father." She knew it was a horrible name to stick her boy with, but it was the only one she could think of at the moment.

George rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to cover his face with his hand." Tiberius? Are you kidding me? No, that's the worst. We'll name him after your dad, let's call him Jim."

She smiled in spite of herself. "Jim. Jim it is."

George looked at the monitor again and frowned, preparing for his final goodbye. "Sweetheart? Winnie? Can you hear me?"

She nodded hearing the desperation in his voice and she realized she only had a moment or two left. "Yes. Yes, I hear you, George."

He took a breath before he started crying. "I love you. I love you and Chris so much. I love y-"

His voice cut out suddenly and Winona just started to cry. George was dead. Gone for good. Never coming back. The other side of the triangle was dead and she was alive with two boys and Chris. She broke down and handed Jim to the doctor, her face looking pale and shocked.

George was gone and she just heard him die. She didn't want to be alive right now. At all. Everyone in the shuttled looked at her with pity and she just cried like her newborn son and she couldn't bring herself to care.

---

The day when they finally arrived back on Earth was a somber one. San Francisco had decided to rain to make what was a depressing day even more depressing for those coming off. Winona Kirk took the most of the pity and condolences when she stepped back on Earth, but sought out her other triangle side for help.

"He's gone, Chris. Dead. I heard him die, Chris. I want George back. Jim is lovely. I shouldn't be here, we should be-" She rambled slightly, shaking in Chris' arms while her parents dealt with Sam and Jim.

He stroked her hair like George used to when the three of them were all alive. "Sh, Win, sh, it's going to be fine. We'll find a way to work this out I promise."

---

It was six months before Starfleet started to let Winona do any work. Six months of therapy where Winona was forced to talk about what she had heard, how she had heard George die, and how that made her feel. It sickened her, how they wouldn't let her just deal with her grief in peace alone with Chris. He sighed every time she brought it up and always told her that sometimes, even the best of lovers couldn't help with grief the way a psychologist could.

Sam, as Winona and Chris had taken to calling him after George's death, and Jim were the shining beacons in their lives. The things that told them that not everything had been lost, but occasionally Winona gained a sad look in her eyes when she looked at Jim, reminded that if she hadn't been giving birth to him on that shuttle, she'd be dead and not missing one third of her triangle, or from a joke her, George and Chris had joked one day over a call, missing part of their family's pentagram. It was another year before they actually assigned her to another ship after she had begged and threatened to leave Starfleet all together.

"They assigned us to different ships, Chris." She whispered as she laid in bed with him, his arms wrapped around her waist like nothing had changed, like they were just waiting for George to get out of the shower or come back from class.

"I know, Win. They've got you on the Lexington and me on the Columbia. Win, we knew this was probably going to happen, even if we requested remaining on the same ship, it was hard enough keeping you and George together." He sighed, his hands rubbing a soothing motion across her lower back.

"We're going to have to send the boys to my parents or yours." She frowned snuggling into the safety of his arms even more.

"What about George's parents?" He asked tilting her head up a little to look her in the eyes.

"Maybe, but you know how hard it is for them already, with losing George and all. We'll talk to them." She paused and sighed. "I don't know if we can do this, Chris."

Chris kissed her hair softly. "Neither do I, Win. We just have to see what happens for now and then the puzzle pieces will fall into place or they won't."

"Right, come what may and all. I'm going to sleep Chris, if that's fine with you. Can you stay with me or do you have-"

"No, I'm tired myself anyway. Goodnight, Win. I love you."

Winona shut her eyes briefly before she spoke. "I love you too, Chris. Sweet dreams."

Chris swore that he heard the imaginary triangle that symbolized the three of them fall. He swore that it just collapsed after that pause. He wished he could say he wasn't expecting it, but he knew that he'd be lying to himself. Instead, he just laid there and fell asleep, savoring one of the last times he'd get to do this.

--

Normally, Winona didn't get nervous. She was frank and would tell you if you bothered her, but this one time. The one time it really mattered, she had put off until the very last minute she could. After George died she realized that it really did take the three of them to make their relationship work. She thought that maybe, just maybe her and Chris could make it through, that they would be strong and be the couple that Starfleet had wanted her and George to be. Something was just missing, the last side of their triangle was missing, and their final puzzle piece was gone, made unusable, eaten by the dog while everyone was off paying attention to other things. It just wouldn't work, she tried and Chris tried, but it had slipped right through their fingers.

When Winona learned of their separate assignments she realized that was the sign that it might just be better for the two of them to go their separate ways and live alone. She'd have Jim and Sam and Chris could be the captain he was destined to be, she had worked it out, and just waited, savoring the last moments before she came out with it. Before she tossed away the only link other than Sam that she had left to the carefree days of the academy, before she made it so she was a lone line with only her sons as the other sides of a family triangle. It was the worst timing, she knew, but she needed to do it when there wasn't a chance she'd change her mind before they took off for their assignments.

"You have the worst timing, Win. Are you serious about this? You really want to us-" Chris sighed looking over at Winona with a frown.

"You know I love you, I just, I can deal with knowing Sam and Jim are George's, but I don't think I can handle seeing you and remembering what we shared with George. They can stay with my parents. I'm sorry, Chris, I'm not that strong, alright, I have my limit." Winona felt tears well up in her eyes and blinked slowly.

His fingers wiped away the stray tears that managed to fall before he kissed her forehead. "I know. I know. You'll be fine. Promise me you aren't doing this because you just want to push me away because you hurt."

She shook her head and bit her lip. "No, I mean, that's an aspect, but Chris, we need to be away from each other, we only worked as triad. The combinations never worked as couples. I love you, I just can't be with you. Think of it, you can be that amazing that you're going to be as opposed to anything else you'd be when you're with me."

Chris just kissed her softly. "You're sure? Absolutely sure?"

"Yeah."

He let out a sigh as he realized that Winona was going to do it. He shrugged inwardly before kissing her slowly, savoring what would be his last kiss from her, nibbling ever so slightly at her lip before he pulled away slowly, resting his head on her forehead. "Fine. Just know that I will always love you, Win. Just take care of yourself, alright? And take care of our boys too."

She nodded slowly, sniffling. "I will, Chris. You take care too. I love you so much, never ever forget that. Never forget that if everyone else hates you I love you."

"Can't forget that. Forever and always, until death destroys?"

Winona let out a small laugh, choked off and harsh before she walked off to her separate shuttle. "Forever and always, until death destroys."

Puzzle Pieces Part I

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:49:32 GMT

"You're an idiot. A big huge idiot who needs to learn to shut up and stop pissing people off in bars. Third time this month, George, not bailing you out again." Winona Morrison snarled at her boyfriend of two years.

George glared at Winona. "Come on, Winnie, they were insulting you. They said that girls had no place in Engineering, I had to punch him."

"Did you have to get the entire bar involved?"

"No, they just happened to be there and joined in. I completely handled it." George snorted.

"Your black eye, busted lip and broken nose tell a different story. Seriously, you could have gotten hurt so badly."

"But I didn't. Besides, this isn't that bad."

"George, the people in Medical look at me funny now. I went in there to get a burn treated, and do you want to know what they said?" George opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off. "They asked me where you were. They aren't used to seeing just me there and it took them ten minutes to stop laughing. That's embarrassing."

"You worry about other people's opinions too much Winnie. Lighten up, it is kind of funny."

"And you don't worry about them enough. It wasn't funny. Dammit, George, you have got to stop this."

"Stop what?" George asked, frowning.

"Stop what? You know, for a linguistics specialist, you're an idiot sometimes. You need to stop getting into fights on my behalf. I'm fully fucking capable of defending myself. Just tell me their names and I'll make sure they're taking cold showers for months. One of these days I'm going to let your nose stay broken, because these trips to Medical are getting to be insane."

Christopher Pike watched his two lovers bicker back and forth as he sat on the bed, his head tilted to the side in the hope that if he looked at it from a different angle their argument might make sense. The entire argument was stupid in Chris' opinion, because it was George. George liked to occasionally do stupid things and all three of them knew this. It's not like it was a shocker to anyone, especially when it somehow involved Winnie or him. It was sweet in a "I love you two so fucking much I'm going to get involved in bar fights to protect your honor" sort of way; though, George feeling the need to protect his honor was maybe just a little emasculating, because, he was perfectly capable of protecting his own honor and he wasn't some desperate princess in need of rescue. Well, except for that one time with the hangover and being caught a tree, but they don't speak of that. Ever.

"But they're fun, Winnie. And I only do it so I can get yours and Chris' attention."

Chris' mouth dropped open as he covered his face with his hand and wished that those words had not tumbled out of his mouth. George had just proved that was indeed an idiot. He peeked through his hand to watch the tirade unfold.

"You're kidding me, right? George, there are better ways of getting our attention, like, oh I don't know, calling our names. We do have them, you know, they aren't just there for decoration. People use them. Chris and I use them. You should learn to. Do you see me throwing wrenches at your head to get your attention? Do you see Chris crashing shuttles? No? Well then, stop getting into bar fights."

George's mouth opened to counter her argument before Chris stepped in, planting a kiss on his mouth. "Both of you two, shut up. Seriously, that was the dumbest argument I've ever heard, and truly, since I've been sharing this room with you two, I've heard some dumb arguments, so that's a feat in and of itself. Winnie, can we just take him to Medical, cause the nose is looking very unattractive right now."

Winona sighed, looking back and forth between the two. "Fine. But we're talking about this later."

Chris smiled as they walked out the door. "Of course, but talking, not yelling. Cause this was ridiculous, you two, just fucking ridiculous."

---

"He has got to stop this, Chris. I'm so fucking done with this. Does he not realize-"

Chris sighed, cutting her question short with a quick peck to her lips. He took her hand in his own hands and started to rub it slowly, working out any kinks, hearing the knuckles crack underneath his practiced actions. "It's George, Win. You know him, he does stupid things for us. We've all done stupid things for each other, I mean you and I don't start bar brawls but I distinctly remember you rigging all of the science departments' room showers to only give their owners ice cold showers. Took them a disturbing amount of time to fix all of them. They said something about it being the best hack and change job they'd ever seen. Now they may not know who did it, but I only know of one engineering girl who could do such a thing. You have any idea who that could be? Perhaps she's getting her gorgeous hands massaged by one of her lovers, perhaps she's sitting in medical."

Winona looked around as she attempted to see if anyone was looking, since what she was about to say should not be heard by the wrong ears. Thankfully, as it turned out, Medical was surprisingly empty at night. She leaned over, keeping her hand in Chris' pair of hands and kissed him softly on the nose. "I just thought they could benefit from having some cold showers to decrease their sexual urges. It was for the good of the universe, Chris."

Chris let go of her hand and grasped the other one, repeating his actions again. "Right, Win, and the fact that George slept with all of them had nothing to do with it at all." Winona could taste the sarcasm dripping from his last words.

"I ashamed and shocked that you think I would stoop to their level. I am far too proud to do such a thing. I have morals, Chris. Morals. I don't enact petty revenge on people because they've slept with George. Why would I do that?"

Chris laughed, his thumb accidently digging in a bit too hard. "Because every single person in the department slept with him?"

"You know, I did it for the good of Starfleet. It would have been absolutely dreadful if all of the science girls managed to become pregnant. They needed to reign in those libidos." Winona defended, keeping a straight face that the best poker players would envy.

"True. Would have been tragic. But what about you and your libido that needs two people to satisfy it? Do you need cold showers too, my dear Win?"

"No. It just means that I have good taste and I know the benefits of getting two men to satisfy me instead of one. Can't go wrong with having the man everyone wants to fuck, George Samuel Kirk and you in my bed." Winona smiled kissing Chris softly.

And you.There it was again, that little pain that came when he didn't get a title, a phrase to describe how wonderful they thought he was. Chris was used to it, because George and Win had grown up together and dated and broken up and then came back together with him as their dual partner. They had a history, a long and complicated history that he had only been a part of for a year. One year of insanity that made him question why anyone sane would date these two oddities. He loved them but it just hurt when he was designated as a "you" and not as a "you, the hottest cadet in Starfleet". They wanted him, he would be in bed sleeping in his own dorm if that wasn't the case, but the stabbing pain, the ache for something special with them, the desire to be part of the trio and not feel like it was the two separate entities of him and the romance of the Kirks. He didn't like feeling like the taglong puppy, the charity case for them. He sighed and deepened the kiss between the two of them, trying to forget his thoughts.

"Cadets Pike and Morrison?" A soft voice asked, causing them to turn around.

"Yeah, Dr. Watson?" Chris smiled, letting Winona's hand slip out of his own.

"Keep him away from the bar fights, otherwise I'm going to let his nose stay that way one of these days." She joked letting George pass by her.

"We'll try."The two laughed before George linked arms with Chris and motioned for Winona to take the other before they walked out of Medical with smiles. Only if one looked at Chris' they'd see a faint trance of melancholy.

--

"Check." George smirked, moving his knight much to Chris' chagrin.

"This is why I never play chess with you. I always lose." Chris tilted the chess piece slightly forward with the tip of his forefinger resting on the top and bit his lip. "There's no way I can win this is there?"

"Well, there is one way, Chris." George leered, his eyes dancing across Chris' frame, finally settling on his face.

"Really?"

"Well Chris, I can't very well focus on the game if you have your shirt or pants off. Your ass and chest are distracting." George flashed his trademark Kirk grin, leaning back in his chair lazily.

"You're horrible just so you know." Chris rolled his eyes, pulling his shirt off slowly before he blocked the knight's path with his queen.

George smirked bringing his hand up to his mouth as he fiddled with his academy ring. "Well, well, Mr. Pike, you insist on distracting me with such tantalizing things." He moved his rook to a spot where Chris' pawn could easily take it.

Chris rolled his eyes and placed his shirt in his lap before he moved his pawn to take the rook. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to make it a little less obvious that you're throwing this game in my favor. It would do wonders for my ego."

"If you took off your pants, I wouldn't have to make an effort. Just seeing you in only your boxers would distract the shit out of me. Winnie does it when she wants to win." He moved a knight to a random position, too far for Chris to take it in one move, but close enough to make it seem as if he was actually trying.

Chris raised an eyebrow as his pawn jumped two spaces forward. "She wears my boxers when she wants to win at chess? I've heard of lucky underwear, but I didn't realize my boxers were, considering I always lose in them."

George moved a lonely pawn into the path of Chris' newly there pawn. "Not your boxers, Chris, not usually. She either wears mine or she wears her girl boxers, you know the ones that just hug her ass just right? And there was that one time that she won while wearing your shirt and my boxers. She'd looked amazing, with her just-fucked hair and cheeks slightly red."

Chris cut him off, knocking over the pawn suddenly. "Where was I when this happened? In class? In my actual, originally assigned dorm? Getting dinner?"

George took Chris' free hand in his own. "No need to get flustered about it Chris, you were asleep. It was about two months ago, I think, Winnie had a really hard day and we volunteered to fuck it better. After we did, you were really tired because you had an early class and had stayed up far too long studying and just fell dead asleep. Winnie and I couldn't sleep so we played chess. She found your shirt and my boxers, put them on and won the game because she looked so attractive in that outfit. We joined you in bed after we finished. We didn't do a thing. We didn't even have sex on the table."

Chris frowned, staring at George's face. "Still, you could have woken me up. Ever think I would have enjoyed it, George? That maybe I would have liked to see Win looking like that?"

"You were exhausted afterward. Don't you remember how you just passed out on the bed after we cleaned up? You didn't even want to get up to clean it until Winnie and I forced you to. We let you sleep for your own good, Chris."

For your own good. There was that feeling that George thought he was a puppy or a plaything for him and Win. Not an equal part of the trio they had. Just something they picked up for their amusement. He felt like a puppy that was supposed to bark on command and sit down at the bottom of the bed if he agitated them. Or even better, that he was the substitute for whoever was in class, so Win would fuck him when George was gone and George would fuck him when Win was gone. And when he was gone, they would fuck and laugh about how pitiful he was. His stomach twisted a little like it always did when he thought about that possibility.

He pulled his hand out of George's grasp as "I'm not a kid, George. You and Win always forget this. I am capable of making my own decisions. You two always use that excuse, how hard is it to ask me if I want to join?"

"It's hard when you push yourself as much as you do and don't seem to realize that there is a limit to how much you can take. You would have passed out in your first class if we hadn't let you sleep. Forgive us for wanting to be nice and actually care about you. Thought you would appreciate the thought. We won't have sex with you when you're like that. Come on, Chris, just forget I ever mentioned it, let's just finish the game."

"You leave me out more often than not some days. I mean I understand you and Win are this- you know what, I don't even-" Chris pushed his chair back further away from the table and stood up throwing on his shirt as he did so, almost ripping off a button. "I just remembered, I think I left one of my PADDs for class in my actual dorm room, not this technically unofficial one I have with you and Win. It might be a good idea to go get it. In fact, I think it might be a good idea to just stay there tonight, I think the inspectors or someone is coming to visit. We can't have them finding out that three cadets are living with each other, especially when none of them are married but are merely having copious amounts of sex with each other. Although, the youngest one does get left out. Tell Win I said goodnight when she comes back and tell her I'll give her the hand massage tomorrow. Goodnight George, I hope you and Win have fun tonight, I certainly know that I'll try to."

Chris walked briskly to the doors, a slight scowl marring his features. "Chris." George called out, getting up from his own seat. He turned to look at George before the doors opened. "Goodnight George."

George opened his mouth to say something but just sighed as Chris exited the room, angry for what George thought was a really idiotic reason.

---

"Stupid son of a bitch. Who the hell thinks that's a good thing to tell someone who has to be the third and newest person in trio. George, you goddamn dumbass." Chris snarled slightly to himself as he walked across the campus to his own truly assigned dorm room.

It wasn't that Chris didn't love George and Win. Really, if that was true he would have left them after the first few nights. No, it's just that for all their promises that what they had was an equal triumvirate, Chris felt left out. It most certainly was an equal partnership with George and Win, considering how when the other wasn't there, the one left would some how manage to have sex with him almost without fail, but when it came to him being on equal footing with the both of them or even just one of them, he was always seemingly at a disadvantage. He was already a year younger than the both of them and consequently, in different classes, despite being on the same track as George. There were those days that they we all together for the entire day, but nowadays those days were becoming a rarity that he started to treasure.

Chris looked around, wrapping his arms around his torso, the slight chill of the San Francisco night getting to him a bit. He should have brought his jacket but in his rush to leave he had forgotten it. Looking around, he saw some couples walking together laughing and resisted the urge to growl. They never had to worry about feeling like a puppy. A plaything. Less than an actual part of a relationship. They were on equal footing, there weren't secrets about letting him sleep while one of his lovers was wearing his boxers and playing chess with the other lover. There weren't random fucks that only seemed to happen when at least one of them were gone. He sighed as he realized that this was what he signed up for when he joined Win and George. He knew the risks. Knew how hard this might be and he still waltzed right into it.

Chris was so busy watching the couples stroll by he almost walked straight past his own dorm. He entered the dorm with a sigh, remembering that he had met his roommate right at that beginning of the semester and he didn't remember seeing him much after that, since he spent all of his time with Win and George in their own personal dorm they had begged for, citing the fact that they were in a steady enough relationship that they had earned the right to have their own rooms to cut out the annoying chore of actually having to leave and go to each others' rooms. Unsurprisingly, with George's Kirk charm and Win's delightful promises of doing her own maintenance, their request was granted.

As the doors opened, Chris couldn't help but smile at one detail in room's decor. He had told himself that if push ever came to shove that he would live here, so to make it easier, and more pleasing to him, he had added pictures of the three of them, and various ones with just him and Win, or him and George, the two of them or pictures with only George and Win in them. They decorated his side, filling almost every spot and he was suddenly glad that his roommate had left the pictures up even if Chris had abandoned him for greener pastures at the time.

He looked around trying to see if his roommate was in and thankfully realized he wasn't. Chris walked over to his bed and plopped down, grabbing a picture with the three of them entangled in each others arms. Chris was in the middle, as always, while George and Win were on either side of him. Win wore a look of love, but the angle made it hard to see who exactly she was looking at. From a normal angle it appeared she was looking at Chris, her head tilted downward enough to make it hard to reason that she was looking at George, but when Chris tilted the picture to the left side he could see her eyes stare at George with such intense love. And George just looked right back as if Chris wasn't even between him and Win. As if he was a puppy. Chris frowned, setting the picture to the side before picking another with the three of them.

This photo had them in their winter jackets and his arms around Win while George's were around his waist, circling it to warm up its owner. Chris smiled, the photo had been taken a few days before Christmas and their amusing presents for each other had been bought and hidden from each other. George had laughed his hearty, bubbling laugh as soon as it was taken and had whisked them away for hot chocolate to warm each other up. The hot chocolate had worked, helping to warm their bodies without the taking off any off their warm clothes. He smiled remembering how Win had almost tripped and spilled her hot chocolate on him and the pavement. George laughed until she had glared, hitting him in the back of the head lightly, lovingly and without a trace of true, honest malice. The memory was nice, a fond one that he had almost forgotten in the past month or so, one that reminded him of just how wonderful his two lovers were when they chose to be.

Setting aside the picture once again he picked up one with just George and himself sitting together, his head in George's lap with George stroking his hair. Win had decided that day that it was her obligation to take pictures of her two boys in the warm San Francisco sun. George had been telling him a story, one he hadn't heard before. It was about his mother and how she almost left his father at the alter because she had accidentally misplaced her wedding dress. Thankfully by the grace of Win's own mother and her father, the dress was found, a bit dirty from the Iowa dust getting at it, but intact nonetheless. Chris chuckled at the memory, quieter than the chuckle he let out when the story was told, but a chuckle nonetheless. George's eyes were tilted toward the sky, the afternoon sun dancing in his blue eyes, an effect that was captured beautifully in the photo by Win and her attention to details. His smile served to brighten the picture even more and drew in the attention of photo Chris' eyes. George had the best smile when it was directed toward you. George's fingers were threaded through his hair, massaging his scalp, relaxing Chris to the point of drowsiness. Shaking his head Chris set the photo aside and found another with just him and Win.

His Win. His beautiful intelligent Win. The photo had her grinning at him over a chess set, her fingers holding the white queen close to her mouth and his own fingers holding the black king, poised to move it to the side. The look she gave him was one of adoration with a bit of lust, she had known just how arousing it was for him to have the piece between his lips, his tongue darting out to lick the top with just a bit of flourish. She also knew what she did to him when she held the queen to her own lips teasing the entrance to her mouth, but never letting the piece or her tongue penetrate the wall. She would smile, her lips stretching but still the piece would just sit there until he moved it with his own hands, before pressing a kiss to those lips. It was in his eyes that he saw a look of love mixed with the faintest traces of awe, seeing his angel, the queen of George and his life, the blond goddess from the Ancient Greeks who had decided that George and him were worthy of taking care of her. The chess game that was a taken from was a special one, George had decided to see which of the two of them were better. Chris had objected on the grounds that they both were horrid compared to him, but George was persistent, insistent that they go through with his insane match. Begrudgingly, Chris had chosen the black pieces while Win had taken the white. It was a peculiar game, with slightly random, illogical moves on both of their parts, soon the pawns except two on Chris' side and one on Win's side were left. George watched amused at their moves and their shifting in their seats. He saw Win try to distract Chris by slipping her shirt sleeve down, showing just enough of her skin that could distract Chris, if only he chose to focus on it, which sadly enough for her, he didn't. Chris wasn't an angel by long shot however, with his leaning back and frequent movement of pieces to his mouth. A fact that luckily for Chris, Win was paying attention to. She shifted in her seat a little each time his tongue darted out to lick the piece, remembering what his tongue could do when put to better use than taunting her during chess games.

George had watched on in amusement before deciding that he wanted to capture the moment as Chris took yet another one their distracted Win's pieces. She tried to imitate it, without the tongue or without having the piece enter her mouth at all, but found that Chris wouldn't be distracted enough to lose the game no matter what she did. Unbeknownst to the both of them George had grabbed a camera, checking to make sure it didn't have a flash to alert them of what he was doing. They continued, Win shifting, and Chris watching, slightly distracted, but not entirely. George fought the urge to chuckle as he snapped the photo of his two lovers. The two people he cared more about than any others, the two people he'd die to save. Die to protect. After the game finished, he had wrapped his arms around the two of them, leading them to the bedroom and the bed and said, "Well, you two may suck at chess, but I doubt anyone could ever say the same for your skills in the bedroom". Later on, as Win slept with her head cradled in Chris' chest, George showed him the photo, smiling as he did so. Chris had laughed and told him to give him a copy so he could label it the one person Chris knows he can beat. The next day, George handed over a copy with a chuckle, "Make sure they don't fuck up the frame." and Chris had snickered, kissing him in thanks.

Thankfully they hadn't fucked up the frame, and it rested in Chris' hands, a bit dusty, but he was a cadet, not a maid, he couldn't always have everything spotless. He set it aside, shaking his head in amusement, George and Win were his people, his wonderful, blonde, amazing, adoring people. It was then that two pictures caught his eye. He stared, tilting his head to make sure they were those particular pictures and they were.

The two pictures were the only ones he had of just George and Win, the epic romance that all of Starfleet knew about. The duo you knew were going to marry each other and as of late were wondering why they hadn't. The pictures were deceiving in their simplicity, two images that for spoke a thousand words without so much of a prop in sight. Just two lovers with each other. The first was taken by Chris in random bit of fancy with a camera, seeing as for once, George and Win hadn't stolen the camera first. It was a warm spring morning, a lazy one even if he had been dragged from his comfy bed by his two lovers before the sun even rose. Dew peppered the grass, giving it a slight coat of water that the three laid on as they watched the sun rise.

As the sun reached over the horizon, it danced across their blond hair, highlighting it and giving it an almost surreal glow. He tilted his head before grinning, grabbing the camera and climbing up the tree that provided a bit of shade if they chose it. Win had noticed first, taking her attention away from George and their entwined hands, she raised an eyebrow silently shaking with giggles. Chris smiled slightly, motioning for her to be quiet, he wanted this to be a candid shot, not one with them actually looking. He hadn’t wanted them acting happy. Putting on pretend smiles for the sake of the photograph. He just wanted to capture them in simple, down to earth bliss, capture them in their natural habitat, a peculiar mix of spontaneity and order and of simplicity and complicated. A photograph that was simply them. Win rolled her eyes and scooted closer to George, laying her head on his shoulder, snuggling into him lovingly. Chris made sure was steady on the branch before he moved to take the photograph. It wouldn't do him any good to fall off the branch midway through it, if that happened all he would probably get was the tree before he fell down. Sighing, he paused, waiting for the right moment, waiting for George to move closer to Win. And then it happened. George tilted his head, leaning it on Win's head on his shoulder as he smiled sleepily. Grinning, Chris took the picture fast, in case the angle made him fall. It didn't and then George noticed him and laughed, getting up before pulling Win and motioned for him to give him the camera before he came down. Chris mock pouted and handed it over before hopping down from his branch. Win smiled, grabbing his arm and resting her head on his shoulder before she whispered that they should go to bed. They walked silently back to their dorms and did just that before Chris left to get the photograph copied three times and framed.

Chris smiled sadly remembering that day, remembering how nicely George and Win had fit together under the tree with the sunrise coming up over the horizon, how even when he was in the middle that he felt like he was intruding, like he was a mismatched puzzle piece that was being shoved in to fill a spot, something that almost fit, but always had that one bit that wouldn't work right. Win had curled right into George, her body seemingly looking like it was made to be with his and Chris knew that was probably true, they were after all his George and Win.

Then there was the last photograph. Another devilishly simple one, and one that he had no part in taking at all. He remembered the Saturday when he was holed up in their shared rooms, sick as a dog and according to Win, looking vaguely like one as well. His nose had been running in combination with an aching body made it so he hadn't felt up to snuff to go walking around San Francisco with the two of them like he had planned. They were ready to toss away their plans for him, but he waved them off, telling them it was fine and to enjoy themselves and that he'd get a hypo later on.

The photograph was apparently taken by a person who randomly did them as you walked by if you wished to have it taken. George and Win had agreed to it and the photograph was taken. It was of the two of them, their bodies close together, Win's head on George's shoulder and George's on her own, their hands linked together tightly, never waiting to let go. They looked like they had stepped out of one of those holovids Chris had watched that day and other days, they looked like the two lovers who were going to marry each other and stay together for a lifetime and beyond. When they had come back, bringing a bit of ice cream, among other things George had grinned, saving what he called the best gift for last, hiding the photograph behind his back before he displayed it with a flourish, telling him that it was all for him to remind him even when they weren't there that they always loved him. Chris had taken it with a smile, his body feeling so tired he didn't really care, but every time he looked at it, it seemed to have the opposite effect.

Like right now. That picture was the quintessential proof that George and Win would be better off without him. That picture didn't have the same allure when you tried to find a way for him to fit. He was the ill-fitting puzzle piece, the trailing puppy dog, the tagalong fuck buddy of George and Win, the only thing that didn't belong anywhere in the equation.

"Way to go, Pike, way to fucking go, getting yourself involved in this mess with George and Win. You idiot. What the hell were you thinking? Such a damn fool, wasting a year on this. You've got to let them go, can't hold them back, they can get married, be Starfleet's golden couple when they get older. There isn't room for you in that plan." Chris told himself softly, his heart twisting slightly in his chest with every word.

He frowned, setting aside the final picture before collapsing on his bed, as he decided that George and Win could take a night without him. Besides, after tomorrow, as this would be his only bed, he figured he might as well start getting used to it now.

---

"Winnie, he just stormed out like a damn child. Didn't even bother to think that maybe, just maybe we were just looking out for his best interests at heart. I mean, he'd do the same for you or me if the situation was reversed." George explained, pacing slightly next to the bed he shared with Winnie and Chris.

Winona crossed her arms and lay down on the bed, sighing. "Did you say something stupid George? That's usually what happens when one of us storms off. You've usually been a huge idiot and managed to offend us in some way as soon as you opened up your mouth."

He frowned. "For once I didn't say anything stupid. Honest. Besides, I don't always say stupid things. You and Chris just take half of the things I say the wrong way."

She rolled her eyes and turned her to face him, an eyebrow arching slightly. "That's because half the things you say are open to interpretation. Okay, what exactly happened, George, because you had to have said something stupid. I don't know what it is, but you had to have."

George motioned for Winona to move her legs off to the side so he could sit down. She sighed loudly, moving them nonetheless. "Well, George?''

He sat down, his hand sitting on her knee. "We just talked about you and me and chess and that one time-"

Winona held up a hand and frowned. "You mean the chess game where I was wearing your boxers and Chris' button down shirt? You've got to be kidding me."

George looked confused and tilted his head. "No? That's actually what we talked about before he ran off." He paused, the realization suddenly dawning on him. "That was-"

She nodded, putting her own hand on top of his. "Probably."

They sat in silence for a moment before he sighed, "Fuck."

"It'll be fine. We always forgive you. Chris probably just needs his space. Time to think. He'll be back tomorrow. His uniforms are in here, can't go without them."

"I- I didn't mean to do it Winnie. I thought he would enjoy the image. Because you did look amazing and so tempting during that game."

"It's fine, George, don't be sorry." She snickered slightly. "And yet, I still lost the game; must be losing my touch with seducing you two."

George laughed, crawling over her to lie down next to her. "You still have it. It just never worked when you were playing chess. Sorry, chess kind of outweighs you."

Winona smiled and turned over to snuggle into his chest. "I'm not even dignifying that with a response."

He wrapped his arms around her and set his head on her head, smiling against it. "Didn't think you would, Winnie."

"Go to sleep, George. He'll come back in the morning and we'll talk then." She yawned before shutting her eyes and falling asleep.

"Of course." He frowned, wrapping his arms tighter before falling into the land of dreams with her.

--

Chris snuck into the room quietly, making sure Win, Winona, Chris corrected himself internally knowing he needed to get used to calling her that and not his nickname, and George were still asleep. He looked over and saw their bodies close together, George seemingly protecting Winona's from any problems and Winona for one of the few times, being protected. His heart twisted again, reminding him of what he was going to leave. Two people he adored. Two people who had helped survive his first year here, two people he cared about so deeply that it hurt to look at them knowing what he was going to do. The thought of if you love something you set it free crossed his mind and he found it fitting his situation to a tee. He loved them, so he had to let them go for their own good. Had to let them see how good they were without him, even if it ripped his heart out in the process. Even if he didn't think he could stand it. He had to do it for the three of them, he needed to get out and away from them. He needed to learn to be Christopher Pike and not just Chris the tagalong to the romance of George and Winona. He needed to learn to live by himself, for himself without relying on them as a crutch. It had to be done. There wasn't an alternative to it. There wasn't an easy way out for him to take; it was this way or never.

He opened the closet the three of them shared, shuffling through the various fabrics, lingering slightly on George and Winona's clothes before he found his uniform and grabbed it, shutting the closet with a sigh.

"Chris?" Winona whispered sleepily her eyes blinking slowly as she shifted to look at him as much as she could without waking George. "C'mere, I missed you last night."

He forced a smile and directed it at her, walking to her. "I know, Win, I just needed to clear my head, think about a few things. You two should get up, you guys have about two hours before your classes, I've got to throw this," he pointed to the uniform in his arms, "on and get to class myself. We'll talk later, okay."

She frowned, feeling a bit of apprehension, but she nodded nonetheless. "Alright, Chris, we'll talk after class tonight. Can I get a goodbye kiss though?"

Don't do it, Pike. Don't-fuck it, do it since it's the last time. "Of course, Win. Consider it a reward for having to wake up this lump without me." He kissed her softly, his lips brushing against hers like normal, even with his reluctance to dig himself any deeper to make it even harder on himself tonight. "I love you, alright, I'll see you later." He trotted off to the bathroom for a quick shower and change before Winona laid her head back down with a sigh.

"It's for everyone's own good, Pike. Just remember that." He thought to himself as he pulled on his uniform in the bathroom. He came out of the shower and looked over at Winona waving slightly before he left quickly for his class.

Winona sighed and bit her lip. "This isn't going to end well. Fuck."

Winona Morrison sat on edge for the vast majority of her day, even messing up simple things in engineering. George had fared better, since he hadn't heard Chris' voice. There was something wrong and Winona had no idea what it was, or how to fix it, but it worried her and any focus she would have had was gone.

"You okay, Winnie?" George asked, stroking her hair as she lay on his stomach.

"No, George. Should be obvious that I'm not fine. I'm just worried about this. You didn't hear him, I don't know what's wrong and it's worrying me."

"It's Chris, Winnie. He probably just didn't sleep very much and you know how his voice gets when he's like that."

"As scratchy as sandpaper. I know. Still, I can't help but think something is wrong, it's been bugging me all day."

"It's okay." He tried to reassure her, making sure his fingers didn't catch on any snags as they moved through her hair.

"You don't know that." She replied before the door opened and reveled Chris looking a bit worse for wear. "Chris."

Chris smiled sadly and sighed. "Winona."

Her heart froze when she heard that. Chris didn't call her Winona. It was always Win. She was right, something was wrong. What George had said had done something. And from the way he sounded, it was bad. She fought to breathe in, to take a breath to fill her lungs, to get her heart started again. "Come on, Chris, you haven't called me that since we got together. C'mere. George and I missed you."

His eyes drifted off to the side. "I'd rather not, Winona. And after what I'm going to say, you probably are going to take that back." He took a breath, slow and controlled and tried not betray the nervousness he felt.

"We always forgive you, Chris. Whatever you did, it'll be fine. Just spit it out." George said feeling guilty that he had seemingly caused this mood.

"You're not going forgive me for this." He shut his eyes before looking the both straight in the face. "I can't do this. I can't be with you two. It's not working. It's a fantastic idea and all, but me and you two just doesn't work. We have to be separate people, separate groups to be happy."

Winona's face blanched as she listened. "Excuse me? I-are you- what that hell brought this on, Christopher? What the hell made you decide this?"

He flinched slightly at the use of his full first name. "You don't get it, Winona. You have George, it's kind of a guaranteed thing, you two are the quintessential Starfleet couple that are going to get married and have kids that you raise in some manner and later on, they go into Starfleet. There isn't room for an extra piece in that puzzle. There isn't room for something that makes everything uneven. There isn't room for me in that picture. Have you seen photos with just the two of you? It's almost sickening how well you two fit. I don't fit there, Winona. I tried. I tried for a year and I still can't find a way where I fit. So, solution, take me out of the equation. Let it just be the Winona and George equation of perfection. Take the tagalong puppy away. Put him out of his misery. Let him stop feeling like he's just a toy for the two of you."

George stood there in shock before speaking. "When have we made you feel like that Chris? This is an equal thing. It isn't just me and Winnie, or me and you or you and Winnie. It's all three of us. Together. Being a strong unit of three people. Being the perfect goddamn triangle. Not just a fucking line like me and Winnie. We can't really solve acting like something if we don't know when or how were doing it. You have to tell us."

"Tell you two? Really? And what good would that do? It'd somehow be cured with sex to make me feel like I'm a part of this stupid triangle that doesn't even work. I'm too short of a hypotenuse for it to work. Our triangle is broken, in case you couldn't tell, George. If you paid attention occasionally you would have realized that." Chris ground out, realizing this was turning out to be worse than he thought.

Winona stared at Chris, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "What triangle are you a part of? Because as far as I could tell this one isn't broken. I thought you were happy, Chris. You certainly acted like it. Or was that acting, was that just making sure George and I didn't realize you'd do this until you did it tonight. Wanted to drag out the agony? Did you want to see how you could make us react? Really Chris? It's the three of us. George and I need you as much as we need each other, make no mistake about that. I just- no, you are not breaking up with us. I'm not going to let you. We need you to make everything work without you we're just a straight line that falls when it tries to stand up. You're not leaving."

"I'm not a child, Winona. If I want to leave that's what I'm going to. Don't make this harder than this already is. You think I want to do this? I don't. I want to be with two people I love almost more than life itself-"

George cut him off. "Then why are you doing this? If you want to stay, Winnie and I aren't telling you to leave. Stay."

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because, when a love is uneven like this, it isn't healthy. I don't care that I love you two so fucking much that it hurts sometimes, I can't do it. For the sake of my mental health. I can't do it. If you love something, set it free. I'm setting you two free, consider this me setting you two free like two doves or some other bird. Just let me do it."

"No. This is the damn coward's way out and you know it Chris!" Winona raised her voice as she stepped closer to Chris. "We can work this out. Just talk to us."

"No. No. No. I'm not doing that Winona. I'm not. I'm leaving. I've had it with this stupid game we play with this. It's tiring. There's nice moments, but every time we get one of those, it always gets a bad one to go with it. Guess what? I kind of just want a semi-normal relationship were I don't feel like I'm an extra piece that isn't really needed, but is kept around. I'm not getting that from this. I just- I'm fucking done, Winona. I'm done." Chris turned to leave before George grabbed his arm and turned him back around, his eyes looking into Chris'.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you-I thought you'd like the image. I-" He whispered with a frown.

"Don't, seriously George. Don't." Chris took George's hand off his arm and sighed looking over George's shoulder to Winona before looking back at George. "I'll see you two around."

Winona moved to go after him but was stopped by George grabbing her. "Leave him be, Winnie."

She glared at George. "You're just going to let him go?"

"It's what he wants. We can't change that. If he wants to come back, then he can. I'm just- he just wants to leave. We've got to let him, otherwise, we'd probably lose him anyway."

Winona glared even harder at George before poking him in the chest. "This is your fault. If you hadn't said whatever it was that you said to Chris, none of this would have happened. You idiot. You fucking idiot. I don't even know what to say, I just, George, fine. Fine. We can let him go, but if our relationship comes to a fiery crashing end, I might just decide it was your fault." She paused looking at George. "He really just did that didn't he? He really just left us."

He pulled her into a hug, letting her face burrow against his chest as he held her close. "He did. Don't cry, Winnie. You still have me."

She sniffled into his shirt. "He left us. Chris left us. This isn't right, it not supposed to be like this. It's the three of us, not the two of us. I need to fix this, George. I need to make this better. We need Chris, it won't work without him. We're going to crash and burn and explode."

His hand stroked her hair softly before moving down to her back, moving in slow circles, trying to calm her down. "We won't, Winnie. We'll be fine. Trust me. We won't let ourselves crash and burn. We'll be fine. Just come on, let's go to bed. Think about it in the morning, it's no use staying up and crying about it." He guided her to the bed and sat her down.

Her eyes started to look bloodshot, angry streaks of red dotting her eyes, bringing out the blue in them. She lay down slowly, inching the covers over her body. "I'm going to fix this later, just watch George."

He joined her with a sigh, snuggling in close to her. "I'll watch Winnie. Let's just sleep now." He blinked back his own tears and burrowed his face in her hair as they fell asleep

Onward to Part II

Puzzle Pieces Masterpost

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:10:56 GMT

Title: Puzzle Pieces Masterpost
Rating: R.
Pairings: Winona/Pike/George
Word Count: 15184
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Winona, Chris, and George are in a relationship and it's going well in the sort of way that it's not bad, but it's also not amazing. Chris feels like the third wheel and breaks it off after two particular instances, but the funny thing about being in love with people is that you sometimes find that you can't stay away, no matter how much you might want to.
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really, but there is a character death at the end.
A/N: Okay, holy shit, I finished this. This was such a damn feat for me you all have no idea, this is the longest thing I've ever written, and I consider it my baby. This, by far, is my favorite threesome in the Star Trek verse, it's not canon, but it just works for me. There's a lot a people I want to thank, beginning first with my lovely beta cero_ate who knows everything that she did when it came to making this come together. Second, my lovely Alberta girl periariyx who is amazing on levels I can't even begin to describe. Third, vakair_dar who told me about the sign-ups the day they were closing and told me early enough to actually be able to post the comment saying I was going to do it. Anybody who cheered me on in a certain chat that I shall not name, but you all know who you are and I just outed myself to you all, but I don't care, because it's high time you all found out who I am. On to my fanmixer and my artist, who happened to a pinch hitter. Now, crediniaeth you own my soul with the mix you made me, I already said thank you once, but I'll say it again, thank you so much for it and chosenfire28 , you pinch hit for me and that just makes me so happy, thank you as well. Finally, there is one person who should get credit for the best mix covers I've seen in a while and that is antiphobia who delighted me with the covers

Now this was hard to write especially the ending, because of what happens and how close I had grown to the characters. Eventually I'm going to have smaller one shot in this universe, mainly with the photos I mentioned, but that won't happen until my real life calms down a bit. Anyway, without further ado, I present to you the links to Puzzle Pieces. Enjoy.

Part One

Part Two

If I'm Gonna Survive, The Dream Must Stay Alive (Gen, Winona/George)

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 04:41:22 GMT

Title: If I'm Gonna Survive, The Dream Must Stay Alive
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Gen, mention of Winona/George
Word Count: 715
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Don't ever let your fear kill your dreams, or you'll wither away.
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really.
A/N:For this drabble challenge at where_no_woman. Title came from the intro of a TV show called The Tribe and isn't mine. And I'm fucking in love with Winona apparently.

For the first year after the Kelvin, Winona can't even stand to look at the stars. What they gave her in exchange for what they took is too little. Too little to make her think it is fine that George died. She loves Jim and wouldn't trade him for anything but she just wants the stars, the unknown reaches of space to her back George. Give her back the one bit that she's missing the most. She tells Starfleet she isn't coming back a month after they get back and stays with Jim and Sam. She stops looking up at the stars at night. She won't let them take anything else away from her.

It's been one year and two months since the Kelvin, since she came home with Jim held tightly to her chest and a slightly haunted look in her eyes. She won't look at the stars, look at the unknown, because she's scared. She's settled into a routine. It's simple, but she likes it. It's normal. It keeps her from looking at the stars. It keeps her from leaving to go up there. Keeps her from giving herself back up, offering herself up to those stars. It's safe down in Iowa with her parents and her sons. She's alive and she wants to stay that way.

It's been two years and it's Jim's birthday. It's the anniversary of his father's death, and it's the anniversary of the Kelvin destruction. It's the sign that Winona has lasted another year alive. After the party she puts Sam and Jim to bed, kissing them goodnight and finds that she can't help but look out at the stars. She eyes one and suddenly feels out of place. She almost can't remember this feeling. She hadn't had it since-she stops and blinks realizing it. She hasn't had this feeling since she was a teenager that wanted to get out of Bumfuck, Iowa. She feels trapped in Iowa, in the house, the town. Her dreams of showing the universe that she is the best engineer it has ever seen have fallen by the wayside, put aside so Winona can be protected from ending up like George and leaving Jim and Sam without any sense of a parent. Sure they'd have her parents, but they aren't the same. The stars blink at her, asking her why she's abandoned them, why she won't come back. She frowns and turns to go back inside before she hears her mother.

"You should go back, Winnie. You don't belong down here all the time."

Winona stares at her mother before answering, her voice cracking a little. "I don't wanna die. I'm one of the only things they have left."

Her mother arches an eyebrow. "And your father and I are chopped liver? Winnie-"

"Mom." She glares.

"No, you're going to listen to me. You're dying down here just as much as you'd die up there. It's worse, in fact, you aren't acting like my daughter. My daughter wouldn't be sitting on planet just withering away."

"Mom, I'm not withering away-"

"Don't even. What happened to the Winnie, my little Winnie who told me that she'd fix all those ships up in the sky? Hm? What I see right now is a woman who is too scared of the possibility that she'll die to do what she wants to do. That's not my daughter."

"I-" Winona stops, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. "I don't know. They need me- I need them, they're all I have left of him."

Her mother wraps her arms around Winona and strokes her hair. "They'll be fine. You can still talk to the through comms, Winnie, you need to get back up there. Be my daughter. Be the strong girl I raised and show everyone that no one can put you down."

Winona's voice comes out quiet, almost like a little girl's when she speaks. "Okay."

The next day comes and Winona Kirk decides it's time to show put a Kirk back up in the stars. It wouldn't do to have them think a thing like death is going to bring them down. They're strong. She's strong. She's going to grab her dream again and she won't let it go this time, not for all the universe.

Make It Through For Me (Gen, Winona/George)

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 01:16:18 GMT

Title: Make It Through For Me
Rating: G
Pairings: Gen, mention of Winona/George
Word Count: 247
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Even when things are torn up plenty, Winona always makes it through.
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really.
A/N:For this drabble challenge at where_no_woman. I actually like this a bit, it's making me feel like my writing is progressing.

Winona knows there are some times when a ship isn't going to fly. When it's just going to sit there like a sitting duck and the crew better hope with all their might that another ship is going to be in the area to save their ass. Sometimes you're saved and sometimes you aren't. Winona is always saved, even when she doesn't think she should be.

Her ship, her baby, the USS Lexington is beat up, her engines aren't functioning at their normal level and Winona knows they've seen many better days. But she's working, chugging along slowly to the closest ship or starbase after Winona and the rest of the engineering crew fixed her up the best they could. They'll get out of there soon enough, just like she did.

Hearing George die over her communicator tore her heart into little tiny pieces as she stared at their newborn son. It felt like a fight day after day just to deal with it all. By the end, she felt like her ship does now, beat up and wondering if she could fix herself. She still occasionally feels that way, but it's getting better after 25 years. She functions just fine, no random bouts of crying everywhere, nothing to show that she still misses George every day and still feels like someone beat her up on occasion.

She sighs and realizes that even when she or her ship is torn up plenty, they will always fly true.

I'm so fucking stupid.

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 05:02:10 GMT

I have class tomorrow and an audition until 8PM. What am I doing right now? Staying up till fuck knows when to get my Big Bang done. I'll update this before I go to bed to inform everyone if I'm done or close to it. FML. I procrastinate too much.

6964 words till I'm done. Oh lord.

Entry in which everyone realizes I procrastinate too much/I may throw up on you.

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 14:30:05 GMT

Home from school because I'm nauseous as fuck, so obviously time to do a meme to show everyone just how much of a problem I have finishing stuff. Beware, this list is long, but amusing.

"Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"

"1. At the present time he lounged with one Gary Mitchell and Greg Olson on the steps of the porch on his fathers plantation.

2. He felt their hands running across his bare skin and their lips leaving marks telling everyone that he was theirs and no one could have him. (Shit, I really need to finish that one, it's a beauty.)

3. The look she gave him was one of adoration with a bit of lust, she had known just how arousing it was for him to have the piece between his lips, his tongue darting out to lick the top with just a bit of flourish. (Chess kink, I may have given myself it. Damn you Bruce Greenwood.) I actually finished this one!!!

4. He, as the first officer of the USS Enterprise, should not have to fight the Chief Medical Officer for the attention of the of the captain. (This is named FLAIL and I don't quite remember why...)

5. True, they weren't as bad as what McCoy dealt with, but still he did it enough so that George had to warn him about his eyes staying that way and him being less then attracted to eyes rolled up in the back of his head. (I lost the prompt for this, fml.)

6."You know, when you talk about the ample nacelles I get so flustered and you're an engineer and it's been my experience, or at least the Captain's, that engineer's are wonderful with their hands." (... I don't even have an explanation for this, just that I'm laughing my ass off right now.)

7. "Finally, took- my god, stop trying to peck his brains out." (There is a reason this line is in the fic, it's supposed to be there, really.)

8. He is just as smart if not smarter than people twice his age and Dr. McCoy had the audacity to dismiss him as though he was a stowaway who didn't earn his position through hard work and dedication. (Other lost prompt, although, it's supposedly on page 41 of a part.)

9. Her eyebrow arched in an almost Vulcan way. (No comment on this, really.)

10. Right, because he totally wanted to die by crashing into an enemy ship and leave his newborn son and wife alone in a medical escape pod. (This fic has the potential to be quite awesome really.)

11. She likes doing what she was assigned to do, it's fun and it's going to get her foot in the door to engineering, because one day the admirals at Starfleet Command are going to realize that she can do more than just fuck someone and entertain them afterward. (Y'all can guess who this is about, not the pairing though.)

12. So, a little bird called the ship's computer told me that it was your birthday today. (Birthdays are awesome, really.)

13. Doctors are supposed to know, just in case, for some fucked up reason, they have to treat a Vulcan with some problem with their damn penis. (These sentences are getting worse, aren't they?)

14. The shaking had stopped, but under these circumstances, Spock wished it hadn't. (These are all Star Trek, case you can't tell.)

15. After all, he knew that despite everything, he would neither fit on Earth nor Vulcan. (THE PART THIS CAME FROM MAXED OUT ITS COMMENTS. WOW.)

16. Of course, explaining this to his boyfriend, who at the moment, is one very pissed off Russian, is proving to be extremely hard. (... lost prompt again.)

17. "Christine, no matter what he makes us say or do the answer is no." (This one is going to be fantastic if I ever finish it.)

18. The response is silence and an eyebrow that promises a possible killing when they are back in their shared quarters. (EYEBROW OF DOOM.)

19 A five year old James Tiberius Kirk fidgeted at Chris' feet, obviously bored with the proceedings and childishly unaware of just how much they would effect him in the coming years. (I remember this, goddamn, I need to finish it.)

20. Temporarily taking the form of a Romulan, he formed his hand into the shape of a gun and said, "Pchu" before disappearing in a flash of light, reappearing on the Narada with a smirk. (Pchu is totally a word. Haha.)

21. "Yo mayo! Never mind Hikaru, I'm taking Pavel's shower!" (Technically two sentences, but I felt the need to show this.)

22. All of those reasons alone made Arthur look twice, but it was the eyes, the same strikingly blue eyes that the prince had.

23. God, what he wouldn't do to have those fingers around his- no, as the future king of Camelot, those thoughts cannot be entertained. (Two Merlin ones in a row, shocking.)

24. If I had a middle name, it'd be welcome. (I don't think this one is ever going to get done, it was a kink meme request I started last year, and I hate it because the person who requested is so fucking amazing at kink fic and the fic I started to write is shit, I feel bad though, because she's in the Star Trek fandom too now. I may finish this, maybe.).

There are plenty more I haven't actually written down, but in case you can't tell, I really need to learn to finish things, yeah? Hopefully now the stupid nauseous feeling will go away while I try to take a nap. Love you all.

MEME HAPPY TIME.

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 06:48:24 GMT

I've done this meme before but I don't care because I'm having a wonderful past two days and I love it. Questions were asked by periariyx.

1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.

1. WHEN WE GET TOGETHER, WHAT IS THE FIRST THING WE SHOULD DO, OTHER THAN IM EACH OTHER FROM OUR LAPTOPS WHILE SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER AND GIGGLING LIKE DORKS ABOUT IT. I'm going to answer this question in capslock... I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA. I LITERALLY HAVE TO SIT DOWN AND PONDER THIS LIKE IT IS A PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION.
2. Which country has your favourite history? England, hands down. I like Italy as well, but England just has this allure.
3. Favourite word? If not a swear, then what's your favourite swear, as well? Asinine. I fucking adore that word, I use it as much as I can when talking and my favorite swear happens to be fuck, because you can use it in so many ways.
4. When did you start writing fanfiction? What was the first fandom you wrote for? Did you feel like as big a nerd then about it as you do now, or less of one, or whatever? Oh dear, 11 or 12 maybe. It was bandom and het and self-insert. I'm not into it as much, which is sort of saddening but I realize that it may have been for the best.
5. APPARENTLY, FOR THE TIME BEING, WE SHARE "HOODIES" AS A COMMON LJ INTEREST. TELL ME ABOUT THE FAVOURITE HOODIE YOU OWN. OH MY GOD, IT IS THE BEST THING EVER. IT'S ACTUALLY A FALL OUT BOY ONE THAT HAS BEEN THROUGH SO FUCKING MUCH. I'VE SPILLED SO FUCKING MUCH STUFF IT AND IT'S FALLING APART BUT I LOVE IT. I'VE HAD IT SINCE '05 I THINK, BECAUSE I GOT IN WHEN FROM UNDER THE CORK TREE CAME OUT AND IT'S GOT THAT LOGO ON IT. I'M GOING TO HAVE TO THROW IT AWAY EVENTUALLY, BUT I DON'T LIKE THINKING ABOUT THAT.

True Blue (Uhura/Chapel)

Wed, 19 Aug 2009 07:27:10 GMT

Title: True Blue
Rating: PG
Pairings: Uhura/Chapel, implied Kirk/McCoy/Spock
Word Count: 541
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Kirk isn't the only senior officer who has a thing for those blue uniforms.
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really.
A/N: First femslash I've written for Star Trek and I actually like this quite a bit. To the original prompter, I assumed it was Christine Chapel in that clip, but I'm not sure, still it brought forth this. For this prompt at st_xi_kink. And beta-read by this wonderful girl: periariyx who is a godsend who beta reads at insane hours of the night.

Christine Chapel is always awake at 0500 hours. No matter how much she tries to sleep in, she is always awake. Before, she'd be in the shower and down to the mess by 0520, but as of late, she doesn’t leave her shared quarters until 0620. Instead of taking the shower as soon as her body wakes up, she has taken to sitting in bed, waiting for her girlfriend to wake up and stretch her body across hers before they shower together.

A grin crosses Christine Chapel's face as her girlfriend's eyes open slowly. "Nyota."

The woman in question stretches, kissing Christine. "Thought I told you to stop doing this. Leonard is going to get onto you one these days."

She chuckles. "If he tries, I have blackmail material, courtesy of our captain."

Nyota slinks out of bed, gracefully sliding over Christine with a practiced ease. She extends her hand out to her. "Well then, join me in the shower?"

Using the hand as leverage to pull herself out of the bed, she gets up and kisses Nyota softly. "Of course."

Contrary to what some of the crew seems to think, the captain isn't the only person on the ship who prefers his partners to have the science and medical blues. Nyota can name at least three other than herself. Amusingly enough, she is the only red shirt who prefers the blue, but it's no matter to her. She believes she would love Christine even if she wore red or gold, because Christine's personality is not defined by a uniform color, and if it was, it would be purple, for Christine is her queen just as she was Christine's.

Christine is on the bridge with Dr. McCoy as Nyota watches on with a smile. The Enterprise is heading to a nearby planet for a routine mission, but both McCoy and Christine seem to enjoy finding reasons to see their significant others on the bridge. Christine catches Nyota's eyes and attempts to raise an eyebrow disapprovingly before her face dissolves into a smile. Nyota fights the urge to laugh at McCoy's eye roll directed towards Christine before the two start walking to the lift doors. Nyota gets up from her chair, attempting to look slightly inconspicuous but failing when she sees Chekov turn around and face her. She doesn't care though, and plants a soft kiss on Christine. A kiss that she returns, her tongue slipping in slightly, before pulling away, leaving Nyota in a daze.

She puts her fingers to her lips and smiles before going back to her station, a giddy look on her face for the rest of the day.

They balance each other out. They’re not opposite enough to where a relationship is impossible, but the differences in hair, skin, jobs, occasional temperament, in how they treat the captain on shore leave, are there and somehow they work. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. This is the thought Christine has as she drifts off to sleep, stroking Nyota's hair curled up behind her. She finds herself kissing the back of the woman she loves, feeling thankful that Captain Kirk isn't the only officer on the ship that has a thing for the medical and science blues.

You're My Favorite Work of Art (Uhura/Chekov)

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 21:00:08 GMT

Title: You're My Favorite Work of Art
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Uhura/Chekov
Word Count: 1361
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Chekov has a habit of wandering the corridors of the Enterprise at night, which coincidentally is the same time Uhura paints in deserted areas of the ship. Chekov catches her one night and things go on from there.
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really.
A/N: More het, holy shit, I haven't written this much in years, and I most certainly haven't gotten this graphic. For this prompt at st_xi_kink. And beta-read by this wonderful girl: periariyx who is a godsend.

The first time Pavel Chekov sees Nyota Uhura painting, he is half-asleep and nearly stumbles over a broken paint brush she had left on the floor. He doesn't take the time to actually look at what she's creating but he finds it sweet that she is actually painting with an easel, brushes and real paint. As he leaves the deserted room quietly he wonders if she paints like he wanders the ship's corridors at night.

The second time he finds her he's more awake and hides, watching the brush dance along the paper, filling it with colors that slowly morph into the planet they were just on. She bites her lip, pausing as she tilts her head, looking for what she's missing. Pavel waits until she smiles, dipping her brush in the paint and adding the final touches.

She stretches out her legs and admires her work. "It's a shame no one is ever going to see you, but really, I'm not supposed to paint you. Well, I mean I'm allowed, but it's just not really normal you know. No one knows I like painting. I didn't even let Spock know." She sighs and tears the painting off the easel crumpling it up before tossing it near where Pavel is hiding. He takes in a breath and holds it for fear of her discovering he's there.

"One day, maybe. One day," she says before she leaves the room.

Pavel frowns as he removes himself from his hiding spot and picks up the painting, smoothing it out. It's a beautiful piece of art from someone who obviously knows what they're doing, the colors mixed just so and as he stares he feels himself transplanted back to the gorgeous planet. He looks around to see if anyone is watching and folds the painting up, sticking it in his shirt uniform to hide it.

"I'm going to keep this. It's too pretty to be thrown away," he comments to the empty room before he heads back to his quarters.

The third time is a week later and Nyota has found out that her ex-boyfriend is now sleeping with Dr. McCoy and the captain. Pavel worries about what turn her paintings might take after this development. He knows if he was her that there would be anger running through all of them. He thinks she may believe it is a slap in the face to see Mr. Spock with the two.

"It took them long enough," she states out of the blue before dipping her brush in a scarlet shade of red, a small heart taking shape.

Pavel tilts his head, watching her dip other paint brushes into a metallic gold and two blues before tracing the small heart in each of the colors. She smiles, adding details from their personalities and lifestyles. A hypospray for the doctor, a background of the brownish red of the former planet Vulcan for Spock, and the captain's chair for the captain. Pavel sighs lightly, seeing the glee and passion on Nyota's face; he wants to put that look on her face. See her passion unleashed on him.

She finishes and crumples the painting again. Tossing it towards Pavel, she mentions something about Russians and stupidity under her breath. He frowns, picking up the painting, and it saddens him that no one ever gets to see these paintings other than him. He wishes she'd paint all the time.

The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh times follow the exact same pattern with Nyota tossing her painting each time and her mutters about Russians are starting to worry Pavel. It's not healthy, he thinks, to take out her anger on his mother country. The paintings are in his room, almost as a shrine to her work. Hikaru asks about them and never gets an answer. Pavel brushes his questions off, knowing Nyota will tell him if she ever wants to and Pavel respects the wishes of her talent remaining secret.

It's the eighth time that Pavel realizes he may have fallen for Nyota. He sits in his usual hiding spot, waiting for her to create a work of art again. The last time it was a golden landscape with red intermingled throughout with the Enterprise sitting docked at a shipyard. That particular painting is sitting framed next to his bed, a reminder of just how talented the woman he's fallen for is.

This time she has set out metallic paints, paints that would look wondrous on her dark skin, a sharp contrast making it stand out.

"Fuck," he utters in Russian as Nyota bends down to pick up a brush. She turns suddenly and stares at the spot where Pavel is. His eyes widen as she steps closer and closer before she finds him.

"Pavel?" she says and he thinks his name coming from her lips would be sweet if it wasn't tinged with betrayal and hurt.

"Nyota, I can explain, I-uh- you-" he stutters before she cuts him off.

"How long have you been watching me?" Her eyes flash with anger.

"A month, maybe two."

"You've been spying on me for a month? Really, Pavel? You of all people."

He stands up to face her. "Why are you hiding this? It's beautiful."

"I'm not supposed to paint. It's not something people are supposed to do. Pavel, this is private. This is the only time I'm able to do this. Why are you spying on me?"

"Because I find this beautiful and I may think you are beautiful as well." His voice lowers on the last few words but Nyota hears them nonetheless.

Her face softens. "You think I'm beautiful?"

"Da." He moves towards the paints. "Can I show you?"

She seems slightly taken aback before she nods, slipping out of her uniform, the fabric inching slowly off her shoulders. Pavel watches it intently. Nyota takes her time, wanting to prolong it, wanting to see his reaction. The fabric finally pools at her feet before she steps out of it. "You paint?"

He chuckles and dips a brush in the gold paint. "No, but seeing you like that makes me want to."

She smiles before gasping as the cold paint hits her skin. Pavel makes a 'u' on her abdomen before trailing upwards, reveling in the contrast and her sighs as he reaches her breasts, taking special care with her nipples. His cock jumps a little at the thought of her making those noises for an entirely different reason.

She whimpers a little before speaking. "You're too clothed. And there's the silver there as well. I like it better."

He strips slowly before grabbing the silver paint and dipping a new brush in it. He uses this to trace a line down her abdomen as it flutters under the feeling. He moves it up only to have Nyota grab his hand and pulls him close.

"Put the brush down and fuck me. Please. You can watch anytime."

He needs no further urging as he drops the brush and moves to position himself above her. He moves in slowly, taking his time and watching her face.

"Move," she whispers, bucking her hips slightly.

He moves in and out, kissing her neck as her nails make small scratches on his back. The paint isn't dry and Pavel feels it creep onto his skin, but he doesn't mind because Nyota is making those sounds and she feels so nice and she's clenching around him and he feels himself coming with a groan before pulling out of her with a lazy kiss.

"You have paint on you, Pavel," she says, her finger tracing the gold and silver mix.

"Leave it. I will shower it off soon." He gets up, pulling her up with him. "Thank you, Nyota."

She smiles. "No, thank you. You're the first person who's ever gotten to see this. Besides, I may be of the belief that you are attractive and I may want to continue this later."

He puts his clothes back on and walks over to her, kissing her softly. "I'd like that."

He walks out and realizes he doesn't have a painting, but instead, he gained his favorite work of art.

You Wanna Kiss the Girl (Bones/Uhura)

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 07:17:05 GMT

Title: You Wanna Kiss The Girl
Rating: NC-17 to be safe.
Pairings: Bones/Uhura and unrequited Bones/OFC, Bones/Gaila, Bones/Winona, Bones/Chapel
Word Count: 1560
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Bones always wants the girl and there's always a reason he doesn't get her. Except for just one and her name is Nyota.
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really.
A/N: I wrote het, and I'm proud of it. For this prompt at st_xi_kink. And beta-read by this wonderful girl: periariyx.

Scarlett Butler
Her name was Scarlett Butler and she was the epitome of what Leonard McCoy loved in a woman. Charming, intelligent, best dancer this side of the Mississippi and attractive to every man she met. He was thirteen when he realized that he wanted her. They were friends from a long way back, growing up together in Georgia, spending lazy afternoons on her parents’ porch, climbing trees that were high above them, riding horses until her parents yelled for them to come inside.

They were fifteen and still just friends when he told her as they took a stroll to pass the time. She paused and arched an eyebrow. "You want to have sex with me, Len?" A laugh bubbled from her lips. "I don't even know what to say. You aren't serious are you?"

He frowned. "Scar, I'm not one to joke about this sort of thing. What the hell is so funny about it?"

She tried to stop a smile from reaching her lips, a futile effort on her part as the grin crossed her face anyway. "Well, Len... um... I'm not too sure how put this. You aren't-" She paused, pouting slightly as she struggled to find the right words. "My type? You're my best friend, Len, but I just can't see myself having sex with you. It'd be like having sex with my brother, my twin."

Leonard opened his mouth, about to comment on the fact that sometimes twins liked to have sex with each other, but thought it would be a bad idea. He settled for a tense smile. "Of course. I was just testing you, you know. Gotta make sure you still have your standards."

A giggle escaped her lips. "Oh Len, what would I do without you?"

Apparently, a lot of things, his mind supplied as they walked off arm and arm as if nothing had happened. Something did, though. That something caused a wedge that caused the two of them to slowly drift apart until the tag team of Scar and Len transformed into just Leonard and Scarlett. And it saddened him more than she'd ever know.

Dr. Justyna Lenski
Her name was Dr. Justyna Lenski and she had legs that went on for miles. Legs always shown off with skirts or well-tailored pants of every color. Part of him realized that maybe, just maybe, it was a bit narcissistic to want to fuck a woman whose last name was disturbingly close to his own first name, but that part, that little, tiny part, was pushed away by the larger part that didn't care one bit. Leonard was glad for that part, because that part let him indulge in fantasies about his instructor's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in closer.

It was a warm day at the University of Mississippi, not that Leonard ever minded those days; he was from Georgia after all, this heat that killed others just felt natural to his own body. He stayed behind after class, his posture relaxed in a chair at the front of the room. He watched as she busied herself with papers before she looked up and noticed him.

She frowned slightly as she crossed the short distance to where he was. "Mr. McCoy. Is there a reason you're sitting there? Is something wrong?"

Other than the fact that you're still clothed and any teacher/student fantasies I have aren't being filled, no. He smiled as he leaned forward. "Nothing is wrong Dr. Lenski, I just wanted to tell you something."

"Oh really? What?" She sat on the table in front of him and smiled, crossing her legs.

He grinned. "You ever had a teacher/student fantasies, Dr. Lenski?"

"Stop right there. The answer is no, Mr. McCoy. One, I'm spoken for, and two, not in the mood to lose my job. You're attractive and all, but no." She cupped his chin and tilted his face toward her own. "You'll find some girl to fuck later, okay? She isn't going to be me, but she’ll be loads better for you." Her hand dropped. "Now, I suggest you run along, because I'm sure you have many more important things to do than proposition your professors."

He stared for a second before he muttered an apology, grabbing his bag before heading out at a medium pace. He heard her chuckle as he left. "Goodbye Mr. McCoy."

Leonard considered himself very lucky when the other class had one opening left, because at least that teacher was ugly as sin so he could avoid the whole thing happening twice. He transferred without a second thought, even after Dr. Lenski chased him down to ask why. He figured it was for the best; after all, it was much easier to focus on class when he wasn't distracted by his professor's assets.

Gaila
When Leonard McCoy met Jim Kirk, he should have realized that being his friend meant getting to see every single girl he tried to pick up. He first met Gaila when she stood stark naked in their bathroom waiting for him to get out of the shower. He was too embarrassed to do anything but gawk that first time while she chuckled at his expression.

The second time was much more sane for Leonard, if only because they weren't both naked. Still, the thought of having sex with an Orion appealed to him in a way that almost took him aback. He smiled. "It's nice to see you're actually dressed."

"I thought you liked me naked. Most people do." She grinned.

"Oh, I did, just would have preferred it if I had seen you naked under better circumstances. Like say, underneath me."

She chuckled. "You're Bones, aren't you? You're Jim's best friend who really needs to get laid."

His face morphed into a cross between a frown, eyebrow raise and a look of shock. "He thinks I need to get laid?"

"Oh hun, don't deny it. You do. I can see it in your shoulders and your body. You-how do you avoid having sex for years? I would die, really, because sex is fantastic. I could help you know, Jim wouldn't mind. I mean, not that we're exclusive anyway, but he knows you're clean and every- hey where are you going?!" she called out as he walked toward the door to their room.

He turned back. "Anywhere but this room."

Leonard just liked to pretend he never wanted to have sex with Gaila after that. The fact that Jim had said he needed to get laid and told her, just put a damper on any mood he could have.

Winona Kirk
Winona Kirk was attractive. Very, very attractive. She was an engineer and a damn good one at that. Bones never liked to mention to Jim that maybe, just maybe, he had entertained the idea of seeing just how well his mother's hands worked and just how it would be to have sex with an engineer almost twice his age.

Winona met him at a Starfleet function honoring her son. She smiled when she saw him looking at her. She beckoned him over with two fingers and a smirk.

He walked over with a smile and leaned on the wall next to her. "Yes, Ms. Kirk?"

"Stop giving me that look. I'm flattered, but I'm married and while you are my type, you're my son's best friend. So, no."

"But-"

She glared. "No. Now run along and go play with your crew. I guarantee you'll have fun."

Bones left that function grumpier than ever and everyone decided that it was best not to ask why after Jim had come back looking horrified.

Christine Chapel

Christine Chapel was blond, intelligent and wonderful. In short, she was almost perfect for him, except for one minor detail. He was, in fact, her boss. So, Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy thought it was best to keep this want to himself just this once.

Nyota Uhura
It works out in the end: Christine finds her knight in Vulcan armor with Spock and Leonard finds his princess in Uhura. Why he never thought of this before is beyond him. They're good together, a sarcastic team that keeps Jim in line when Spock fails to. Leo knows it's been a month since they started and finally figures that it is time to take the plunge, so to speak, with Nyota.

He kisses her deeply, pushing her on the bed. His hands, soft, talented hands working her out of her uniform and underwear. Her soft gasps filling the air around him as his fingers brush against her inner thighs.

She pulls his face closer to her own and whispers against his. "I've been waiting for you to do this."

He grins lazily and his mouth settles on kissing every inch of her body as he works his way out of his own clothes. When he finally does he strokes her cheek and smiles.

"You're one of the few who I wanted who has. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she says arching slightly as he takes her nipple in his mouth.

–--

She snuggles into his chest, smiling, after they're done. "Those girls were idiots, just so you know."

A laugh escapes his lips before he kisses her hair softly. "I know, but you're the only one that matters now. I love you, Nyota."

"Love you too, Leo," she sighs contentedly as they drift off to sleep.

Progress Meters!

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 20:34:56 GMT

I'm insane, really. I have the startrekbigbang due the 15th of next month, and look at the progress bar below:

5003 / 15000 words. 33% done!

Shit. On the plus side, I do have better news to report on the reel_startrek front:

108 / 2000 words. 5% done!

That one just needs to be over 1000 words, but I think there's going be quite a bit more than that, even if I am skipping certain parts of the movie. I don't know, it's going to a miracle if I get these two done, really.

Looks Can Be Deceiving (Gen, Winona/George)

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 19:12:20 GMT

Title: Looks Can Be Deceiving
Rating: G.
Pairings: Gen with a bit of Winona/George
Word Count: 252.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: If there is one thing Winona Kirk is not, it's a dumb blond. For the prompt "She was living proof that looks could be deceiving" at where_no_woman.
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really.
A/N: I love Winona too much for my own good apparently. Alas, I think I'm fine with it, though. And I feel the need to warn anyone one my flist that this might not be the only thing I post today.

Winona Kirk is blond, blue-eyed, and attractive, so naturally this leads to the dumb blonde jokes. Very stupid, asinine, couldn't be farther from the truth blond jokes. George doesn't get these, no, you don't make fun of the first officer and call him an idiot, you save that for his Lieutenant of wife, go you, New Ensign, way to pick your battles. Forget she just saved your exceptionally dumb self from dying. Forget that and call her a dumb blond. She may accidentally toss a wrench at your head, but to you it's nothing. To you, it's easy amusement.

Of course, you're new, you don't realize that the woman you just made the butt of your joke is one of the senior engineers who puts half her male colleagues to shame. You don't realize that she is a firm believer in girls actually working and doing important things, even they are pretty and have a lovely husband. You don't seem to realize that Winona Kirk is living proof that looks can be deceiving. You'll learn in time though. You'll learn when she fixes the transporters, when she fixes the environmental controls in your quarters, when fixes everything. When you learn, she may forgive you. Maybe. Until then? Well, you just go on making those jokes, because she does not have time for confused assumptions and you'll realize just how wrong you are soon enough and she will laugh when you do. Because Winona Kirk is the farthest thing from a dumb blond.

This Is the Beginning of a Beautiful Relationship (Winona/George)

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 09:09:18 GMT

Title: This Is the Beginning of a Beautiful Relationship
Rating: R.
Pairings: Winona/George.
Word Count: 794.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: The first time Winona meets George Kirk is interesting to say the least. For this prompt at st_xi_kink.
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really.
A/N: I've never been to a hoedown and it shows, so I sort of glossed over that aspect, really. And this is un'betaed.

"What's your name?"

Winona Morrison looks up from her bare feet at the man standing in front of her. She smiles, her eyes taking in his slightly torn overalls and surprisingly clean work boots.

She chuckles. "Winona. You?"

He smirks slightly watching her eyes glint in amusement. "George Samuel Kirk. That's a nice sundress you've got on."

She smiles a teasing smile. "I wish I could say the same about your outfit. Didn't have any time to find something else?"

"Actually I didn't, my friend dragged me out here as soon as I came back inside, didn't even let me change. You look bored."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Nah, I'm just observant, especially when it's a nice-looking gal I'm observing."

"My, my aren't you the charmer? Tell me, does that line usually work or do think I'm that easy?"

He laughs a laugh that fills their corner of the room with glee. "I don't think you're easy at all, I just wanted to see your reaction. Come on, a gal like you can't be bored, it's a crime. Come dance with me."

"What if I say no? What are you going to do then?"

"I suppose I'm just gonna have to drag you onto the floor."

She rolls her eyes. "Those aren't words a girl wants to hear, usually you'll go away would be a good choice right now."

"Winona, I'm persistent. I'm not leaving until you dance with me. Come on, you're bored and I have the cure. All you have to do is dance with me once. I'm not that disgusting, am I?"

She looks over at her friends, dancing with their boyfriends and bites her lip before looking back at George. He was cute, blond hair, a wonderful grin and his body allowed him to pull off the outfit he was wearing. She sighs, rolling her eyes as she gets up. "Fine, one dance and then you are going to leave me alone in my boredom. Deal?"

"Deal." He smiles, pulling her to the dance floor where a slow song was starting to play.

As he pulled her closer she raised an eyebrow. "You planned this, didn't you?"

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling. "I assure you that I didn't. It's purely accidental. Might as well enjoy it though."

He twirls her, his hand grasping her waist as she stops. It makes her smile. "For someone who showed up looking like you did, you're not that bad of a dancer."

"I'll take that as a compliment, Winona."

It's three hours before the two leave the hoedown, Winona twirling around like a child and George following behind her, equally giddy. He catches up to her and grabs her by the waist, pulling her in close against him.

"You are wonderful, has anyone ever told you that?"

She giggles slightly, her face burrowing into his chest. "Not really. I mean, people occasionally do, but then later on they call me a frigid bitch, which as you can see, I'm not."

He steps back to look at her face. It's shining with a smile that is like one of the millions of stars they're under right now. It suits her. "Come with me to my parents' barn. Please?"

"Are you trying to have your wicked way with me, Mr. Kirk? Because if you are, my mother wouldn't approve." She teases as he links their hands together, pulling her slightly.

"I don't care." He kisses her softly. "Besides your mother isn't here."

Winona pulls him in for other kiss. "I don't do one night flings. You-"

"Neither do I. Now come on." He starts running to a nearby farm, pulling her along.

"This is nice." She comments, plopping down on the hayloft.

He towers over her, grinning before kissing her. "Thanks. I put the hay here myself."

She smiles as he pulls off her dress before his fingers move to unhook her bra. "You're attractive as fuck and I don't normally do this." His fingers dance along her back, earning a gasp.

"I figured you didn't."

"Good to-" His tongue glides along her abdomen and she moans softly.

"Get out of those now." She commands and George changes faster than he thinks he ever has.

"Thank you." She whispers pulling a stray bit of hay from his blond locks.

"For what?" He asks, his fingers stroking her side.

She curls up closer to him. "This. It was nice. You want to do it again some time?"

"I planned on it. Go to sleep. I'll take you home later." He smiles watching her eyes slip shut.

"M'kay. Night George."

"Night-" He pauses, thinking of a nickname for her. "Winnie. Goodnight."

He feels her smile against his side before he finds himself falling asleep under the stars with her.

This Is How A Heart Breaks (Kirk/McCoy, McCoy/OMC, Kirk/Everyone, Jocelyn/McCoy)

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 08:30:26 GMT

Title: This Is How A Heart Breaks
Rating: R for many uses of supposedly impolite words.
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy, McCoy/OMC implied, Kirk/Everyone implied, past Jocelyn/McCoy.
Word Count: 2841.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: When Jim declares his love for Bones his declaration is met with quite an unfavorable response from Bones, leading to a situation that Bones has to fix. For this prompt at st_xi_kink.
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really. It does have a fair bit of angst though.
A/N: The original anon will probably never ever read this, but I had to write it. Why no one else took this prompt is beyond me. And this was constantly known as "the angst that never ended" while I wrote it. Seriously.
My beta and I have looked over this far too many times to count (and I've changed things so many times, including this ending), so if I forgot a word or something along those lines, tell me, because we've probably missed something.

"Bones." Jim rushed down to his friend and soon to be chief medical officer from the top of the stairs.

McCoy paused and looked up at the running figure with a look of amusement and pride. It had been a few days since the assembly of the admirals where they had given Jim Captaincy of the Enterprise. He could safely say that he hadn't seen Jim that happy in all the time he had known him and it had, in turn, made him happy.

"Jim." He smiled as Jim finally reached him.

"You got a minute to head back to the room? I want to talk to you and I forgot to grab something."

"Graduation is in about two hours, Jim, and you forgot to get something from our room. Why Starfleet ever decided to make you captain I'll never know. Come on." McCoy rolled his eyes, starting off for their soon to be former room.

Jim chuckled. "You know you love me, Bones."

Way more than you know, kid. Shit, McCoy, don't go there again. Never ends well.

Within minutes the duo reached the room, almost barren baring the lone pair of underwear sitting on the dresser. McCoy raised an eyebrow as he noticed it.

"That's what you forgot?"

Jim grabbed the underwear."Yeah. I meant to wear them after I had packed and then I had forgotten I put them there so I grabbed another pair. Sit down."

McCoy sat down on the bed he had slept on for the past three years that he had shared with Jim. He remembered all of the times when he stayed up waiting for Jim, studying for an exam as he did so, and all the times the two of them helped each other with their own respective tests, Jim reminding him that there was no need because he was a brilliant doctor.

Jim looked at him and smiled before sighing. "Bones, you know you're my best friend, right?"

"Considering the amount of times I've saved your ass, I would hope so."

A chuckle. "Yeah." Jim paused. "I know this going to seem so weird, but I love you, Bones."

McCoy blinked before laughing. "I love you too, Jim. What was so important about this about this that you needed to tell me in here?"

"No, Bones. I mean that I'm in love with you. As in, I want to spend at least a fair amount of my life with you. I want to be in a monogamous relationship with you. No fucking anyone but you. If it'll make you believe me, I'll use your real name. I'm being completely serious. I love you, Leonard McCoy." Jim stood up and moved closer to McCoy.

McCoy felt time stop. Had Jim said what he thought he said? Did he just honestly profess his love for him? Fuck. This wasn't supposed to happen. Jim liked women and he liked women. He married one for God sakes. She gave him a daughter. He just likes Jim in a platonic friendship way. Just in a platonic way. Sure, Jim is attractive and all, but he didn't like him that way. At all. Leonard McCoy doesn't do the whole swinging several ways thing. He liked females, and that's it. No males, no aliens.

"When did I give you the faintest idea that I loved you as more than my best friend? Really, Jim? You think I'd actually want to fuck you? I don't have sex with guys, in case you forgot that little detail. Besides, you are a slut, you realize that, right? There's no walking around it, you sleep with everything, if it moves it's probably had your damn cock in it. I don't even want to think of what you're carrying because of that. You're incapable of maintaining an actual relationship that lasts more than a night or at best a week. You honestly think I reciprocate those feelings? Are you out of your mind, Jim? Did Spock cause some brain damage I wasn't aware of? Dammit Jim, why did you have to mess up this friendship up with this?"

"I thought-"

"You didn't. If you had actually put thought into this, you would have realized that I am not attracted to you that way and I never will be. Got it, kid?"

For a second Jim looked as if he had just been stabbed before he schooled his face into a smile. "Of course. Hey, you go ahead, I'm just going to check and make sure I didn't leave anything else."

McCoy frowned. "Fine, just don't be late."

"I won't." Jim whispered as McCoy turned his back and walked out.

As the doors swished shut behind him, McCoy suddenly felt as if he had been a bit too harsh to Jim, but quickly brushed the feeling aside, remembering that Jim had dealt with worse comments in his life. If anything, it'd just bruise his ego. Nothing to worry about. He'd get over it.

--

Jim rubbed at his temples. "I just need something to help me sleep, Bones. Can you just-"

"Not until I actually look you over to make sure it's not something you caught. Look at me."

Jim sighed before lifting his head up. "Happy?"

McCoy frowned, noticing the large bags under his friend's eyes. This had been going on for a while and from the looks of his eyes, it was getting worse. "How long has this been going on?"

Jim's eyes darted away from McCoy. "A week, maybe two."

"And you're just now coming to me?" McCoy growled. "Dammit-"

"Save it, Bones. I'm not in the mood to listen to you worry. I'm fine, but I just want to be able to sleep through the night. Now, will you give me something or not?"

"This week, sure, if you still can't sleep after next week then you're bringing your ass back to Sickbay and either I'm going to figure out or you're going to tell me what's wrong with you. Deal, kid?"

"Deal." Jim answered before McCoy obliged his request.

"It'll let you sleep, but you won't miss your shift." Jim slid off the biobed and wobbled a little. "You need help getting back to your quarters?"

Jim's shoulders tensed. "No. I'm fine. Same time tomorrow?"

McCoy's eyebrow arched, watching Jim's shoulders tense. "Yeah. Goodnight."

"Night Bones." He replied, looking firmly in the opposite direction.

McCoy sighed. That wasn't his Jim that walked out of those doors. That wasn't the Jim he'd grown attached to in the Academy. That wasn't the Jim he- Dammit, McCoy, you're stronger than that. You aren't attracted to him. You don't love him. He knew something was wrong, just not what was wrong.

--

"What did you do to him?"

McCoy stared at Uhura as she glared at him with a ferocity that could have killed a man. "What, no hello, Doctor McCoy how was your day? I didn't do anything to your lovely little Vulcan, anything else?"

"I wasn't talking about Spock, considering, you'd already be dead by now if you had done something."

"I haven't fucked Chekov either. Nor have I insulted anyone on the crew, not even Christine. I've been downright nice to her, to be honest."

"I'm talking about the Captain. You know, your best friend James Tiberius Kirk."

"Oh, you mean the one who won't look me straight in the eye anymore or the one who's been avoiding me to the point where I only found out three days ago that he hasn't slept properly in two weeks or the one that does both?"

"Yeah, the last one. Also previously known as the one that flirted with me on a daily basis and hasn't since graduation. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

"If you're thinking I fucked him in our old room and made him swear not to do it, then no, that's not what happened. Besides, I don't know why he stopped. Even if I did, I wouldn't have been the one to tell him to stop, because seeing how much it bothers Spock just fills my ice cold Southern heart with unadulterated glee."

"If you weren't the CMO of this ship, I would hit you right now. I mean, do you know why he's depressed, because he's not acting normal and it's worrying everyone."

"He could have just matured. It's possible. He is after all the captain, he can't act like he used to."

Uhura snorted. "Right and he just isn't sleeping for the fun of it. You did something. I don't know what, but you were the last person he saw before he started acting like whatever pitiful imitation of him this is right now. I don't know what you did, but you need to fix it."

"I don't even know what I apparently did. I can't fix it. He'll get over whatever his problem is and it won't matter."

"Bullshit. You know what, whether or not you want to deny whatever, I don't care, but when it starts affecting everyone else, it's gotten a bit out of hand. Just fix it so everything can go back to normal and I don't have to worry about whether or not the captain is going to get us all killed."

McCoy bit back a growl. "Goodbye Lieutenant."

Uhura frowned. "Goodbye Doctor."

McCoy stared at the space vacated by Uhura and sighed. It seemed as if the words hadn't rolled off of Jim's back like he had thought they would. Meaning Jim had been telling the truth. Fuck. I can't. I can't. He wasn't sure how to fix this. But he had to try.

--

Jim came back at 2000 hours to a McCoy that scowled as soon as he walked in. "Evening, Jim, come with me to my office."

"Why?"

"Because I'm your CMO and I said so. Now come on, cause you're not getting anything unless you do."

"No."

"Do you want to sleep?"

"What kind of question is that? Yes, I do."

"Then get your ass in there. Now." McCoy growled.

Jim begrudgingly walked into the office and watched as McCoy did the same. He sat on the desk and waited until the door shut before he spoke. "You got me in here, what do you want?"

"What do I want? Such a loaded question, Jim. I want to know why you have suddenly become worryingly depressed. This isn't healthy, you realize that you can't go on like this. I want to know why you're avoiding me like I have Andorian shingles."

Jim forced out a laugh. "I haven't been avoiding you. I've been busy."

"You're looking at the wall. Just tell me. I'm your best friend for crying out loud."

"My best friend. Ha, that's rich Bones, normally best friends don't throw confessions of love right back in someone's face. Sure, they'll tell them they don't reciprocate the feelings, but they don't usually call them a slut and ask if they have brain damage. Fuck, Bones, if you didn't want to fuck me and get into a relationship with me, you could have just said so. You didn't have to throw in my face that I sleep around and you certainly didn't have to call me an idiot. In case you haven't noticed, I haven't slept with anyone since then."

McCoy ignored Jim's rant. "You haven't been sleeping, of course you haven't slept with anyone."

Jim growled, vacating his spot on the desk in favor of getting closer to McCoy. "That's beyond the point and you know it. I wasn't kidding when I said all of that. I love you. I want to have a relationship with you that's more than just friends with you. I'd understand if you don't have sex with guys, but you- you- I don't even know. You aren't telling me the whole story. I'm missing something here, because from what you say I'm the closest you have to a significant other, and I want to know we're not together." Jim's face moved in closer. "I want to know what is so disgusting about the idea of being with me. I'm clean, I'm intelligent, I'm the youngest captain ever. I want to know why you are so averse to this fucking idea. Is the thought of having sex with me so disgusting that you feel the need to insult me?"

McCoy watched Jim pant slightly, his chest rising and falling. He felt Jim's warm breath on his face. "Anyone would give their left arm to have sex with you. You're attractive, I'll admit that, Jim, and you're also intelligent. You apparently are not intelligent enough to realize that there are people who value a strong friendship over having sex with their best friend. I will admit that the thought, of having sex with you crossed my mind once, you're attractive and I haven't gotten laid in a while. I don't care if you meant what you said. You're a guy. I can't, no, I won't have sex with you and become your boyfriend or lover or whatever the fuck you want call the arrangement that would happen. I have my reasons, and they are none of your business, even if you're my best friend."

"When they affect me, they are. So, tell me Bones, why don't you want to do this? I can give you more love than Jocelyn ever did and you're throwing it right back in my face. Why?"

"Don't test me, Jim. And don't bring her into this conversation."

Jim inched closer his lips ghosting over McCoy's own. "What are you going to do about it?"

McCoy shuddered slightly, if he didn't get Jim off around him, this wasn't going to end well. "If you don't back off, I won't give you the hypospray."

"I wasn't sleeping before it, doesn't matter and I don't think I will." Jim whispered before pressing his lips to McCoy's.

McCoy growled, biting Jim's lip, taking it between his teeth, pulling on it. Jim groaned slightly as McCoy flipped their positions, pinning him to the wall. He felt a hand snake under his shirt before McCoy pulled away roughly.

He panted. "Get out."

"Bones-"

"Get. Out. Have Christine give you the stupid compound, but get out of my sight."

Jim opened his mouth to say something before McCoy glared. "Fine. I'm sorry."

McCoy scoffed as Jim walked through the doors. "You're sorry, my ass."

He hadn't meant to do that at all. He remembered what happened the last time he was involved with a man. He remembered the snide remarks that were directed toward his boyfriend. He remembered- he shut his eyes at the thought, it would do him no good to remember that incident. The incident where he swore off men forever.

He recognized the signs that he was falling for Jim early on in their relationship. His first words to Jim may have been "I may throw up on you", but Jim stuck by him anyway, listening to him whine and act vaguely like a mother hen or come to think of it, an overprotective boyfriend. Everything was fine, he'd pushed aside the feelings so well, he had one of the best friends a man could ask for, minus how much trouble he got himself into, and was content. And then Jim threw a wrench in the entire situation he had going by confessing his love. His love for me. McCoy frowned as he remembered his denial of Jim. It was. . . a little more harsh than he had intended it to be, but hearing those words tumble from Jim's lips was too much. He felt his control slipping and just uttered the only thing he knew would get Jim to back off, even if it did wound him a bit more than he intended it to.

Fuck. Jim. McCoy shook his head and left his office in search of Jim. It was Jim. Jim who already said he loved him. Jim. His best friend. It could work. It was going to work. It had to work, because he wanted his best friend as his lover.

---

The door chimed, informing Jim of McCoy's entry into his rooms. Jim sighed, his back to McCoy. "I really didn't mean to do that. You know me, Bones, I fuck everything that moves."

McCoy frowned at the self-deprecating tone and walked around to grasp Jim's chin. "Despite the Academy's ideas on that, you and I both know that isn't true. You didn't fuck the Andorian or me."

Jim scoffed, his voice softening. "Never will either."

"I'll be the judge of that, kid. Besides, I heard that tongue of yours is quite talented." McCoy pulled Jim for a kiss, his teeth softly nipping at Jim's.

As McCoy pulled away, Jim frowned and raised an eyebrow. "You're not-"

"Playing with you? Depends, if you ask I could. Come to bed, I'll explain it to you there."

A smile broke out on Jim's face. "You'll be doing more than explaining, Bones."

McCoy chuckled. "I'm counting on it."

Happiness (Uhura/Chekov/Sulu)

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 01:45:00 GMT

Title: Happiness
Rating: I think it's PG, since there is a slight allusion to sex in here.
Pairings: Uhura/Sulu/Chekov, Sulu/Chekov, past Spock/Uhura
Word Count: 373.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Uhura snuggles in bed with her two lovers. For this prompt at st_xi_kink
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really.
A/N: This is pure fluff. They are cuddling and there is I love you in Spanish and Russian.

Uhura smiles against Chekov's back before pressing a kiss to it. If anyone had told her three years ago that she'd be sharing a bed with Hikaru Sulu and Pavel Chekov she would have kindly laughed in their face and directed them to Doctor McCoy and his hypospray-zealous self. It happened though, first with Chekov and Sulu; although, Uhura reasons, that was pretty much inevitable to everyone. However, when her and Spock had just naturally drifted apart in the romantic sense, she informed him that perhaps it would be logical to go their separate ways and remain close friends. It took them three months to ask her to join their arrangement, but she consented nonetheless, because really, Chekov pouted a little, and she thinks even the harshest of Vulcans could not have resisted it.

She feels Sulu's arm wrap around her middle, his fingers stroking lightly across her still sensitive skin. "What are you smiling about?"

"This. I'm just happy. I could die tomorrow and I'd die happy."

"I would hope you didn't die, because then we would be two very depressed men and would teach Demora Russian and Vulcan and all the languages you speak."

Uhura fights the urge to giggle. "We are on a ship with a Half-Vulcan, you remember that, right? And besides, her other daddy could teach her."

Sulu chuckles quietly. "I'll give you that one, but I wouldn't let her be taught by Spock, no matter how logical it may be."

"Fine. I suppose I will avoid dying for now," Uhura sighs shutting her eyes for a moment.

Chekov turns to face Uhura suddenly, kissing her on the nose when she opens her eyes in shock. "Not that I don't find this interesting, but we have Alpha shift tomorrow and I imagine we are very tired. So, can we go to sleep now? Please?"

His two lovers smile. "Of course."

"Thank you," Chekov comments before snuggling closer to Uhura.

She plants a kiss on his head speaking softly in Russian. "Я люблю тебя, Павел."

"Я люблю тебя тоже, Nyota," He whispers back.

"Te amo, Hikaru."

His arms tighten around her middle. "Te amo."

Perhaps it was unexpected, but Uhura wouldn't trade them for the entire galaxy and neither would they for her. And that's just how she likes it.

The Truth Is Rarely Pure and Simple (Gen, Past George/Winona)

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 08:34:50 GMT

Title: The Truth Is Rarely Pure and Simple
Rating: PG-13 (I only wrote fuck once, so I'm still in that territory.)
Pairings: None, to be perfectly honest. Some past George/Winona, but it's sort of gen.
Word Count: 260.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Winona wishes Jim could remember. For the prompt The Truth Is Rarely Pure and Simple at drabble challenge at where_no_woman
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really.
A/N: I wrote gen. Holy shit. The world may possibly be coming to an end now. It's short and I looked over it, but it probably has a few errors.

Looking back on their childhood, Winona wishes she could have been there more often then she was, but the life she started with George before the Kelvin, the life she wanted to continue if only for could only last so long without Starfleet calling her away.

Frank, well, she was certainly sorry for that. She had married him in a rush after Starfleet called again and her parents and George's parents wouldn't let her leave Jim and Sam with them again. She needed someone to watch them. Someone to keep Jim from doing something stupid when George was brought up. Someone to keep Sam from being Sam and stop him from leaving again. It just so happened that Frank was the wrong person to ask to do that. She knows she should have realized his temper and Jim's natural streak of "Let's do everything!" would be at odds. Thankfully, Jim knew to call her, which meant that the next morning she took the first shuttle back home and promptly told Frank to get the fuck out her house or she'd have him shipped off to the nearest L class planet.

She wishes Jim would remember that. She wishes that he remember that she never wanted to leave. She just had to. She just wants Jim to remember that the truth, like so many other things, isn't always pure and simple. The truth is just the truth. Nothing more, nothing less. It's just what actually happened, and not what you want it to be. And that's what bothers her the most.

Revenge Is A Wild Justice (Kirk/Uhura/Bones/Spock)

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:01:59 GMT

Title: Revenge Is A Wild Justice
Rating: R to be on the safe side.
Pairings: Kirk/Bones, Spock/Uhura, Kirk/Uhura/Bones and Spock/Bones/Uhura/Kirk
Word Count: 1683
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: When spying on a conversation between Kirk, Bones, and his ex-wife, Uhura feels the need to help out. Taken from this request at st_xi_kink, which wasn't filled when I started this, and I felt the need to finish it regardless.
Warning/Spoilers: I assume you've seen the movie, so none, really.
A/N: I sort of adore this foursome. This is honestly the first time I've liked a foursome enough to write fic for it.

Nyota Uhura had to hand it to her captain, the man did know how to pick a lovely shore leave planet. At first glance she wondered why exactly Jim (she hadn't called him captain off duty since the Platonian incident a few months back, because after you've been forced to make out with someone, why do you need formalities?) had chosen Argelius II as their shore leave destination, but that was before the lovely massage and peace and quiet she enjoyed. And also before she realized that there were some lovely shopping areas, one of which she was in now.

It was when she turned the corner that she spotted Jim and Doctor McCoy talking to a blond woman who, upon closer inspection, appeared to be McCoy's ex. Never one to miss a conversation, Uhura paused, listening intently.

"- so you did take my advice, Leonard. You finally realized that no one could ever compare to me and that even if they could, you would just be so pitiful that they'd have no choice but to cheat on you. Tell me Jim, if I may call you that, is he good in bed for you? Or does he just leave you hanging and make you finish yourself off." She smiled a sickly sweet smile.

McCoy's jaw clenched slightly as he growled."Jocelyn-"

She cut him off. "Shut up, Leonard. Bless your heart for having to deal with a pitiful excuse for a man. Unless you like sort of thing, which come to think of it, if you're dating Leonard here, you must."

Uhura scowled from her hiding spot. She heard that this Jocelyn woman was a bitch, but she never imagined that this much vile hate could be spewed by one person.

"Don't tell me, Jim, this is a pity relationship, isn't it? You are just dating him because no one else will. Aw, you're such a kind soul, taking on hopeless cases. And you're having sex with someone on the side, aren't you? Leonard can't satisfy someone like you."

Jim's hand clenched into a fist as he walked closer to Jocelyn. "I'll have you know-"

Uhura stared at Jim's clenched fist for a millisecond before remembering that the Argeliuians were pacifists. She knew there was only one thing to do.

"Jim, Leonard! There you two are." She smiled, strolling toward the two who turned around slightly confused.

She pulled McCoy in for a kiss, her tongue pushing against his lips asking for entrance that was granted with a smile and an opening. She pulled away, pressing another soft kiss before she turned to Jocelyn.

"And who might you be?"

Her lips pursed together. "Jocelyn Treadway, Joanna's mother and you are?"

Uhura smiled, settling in between Jim and McCoy, her head resting on Jim's shoulder and her arm wrapped possessively around McCoy's waist. "I'm Nyota Uhura. Hm, I thought you would have been more attractive. I guess Leonard was just taking pity on you when he married you, he's such a nice man like that. Isn't he, Jim?"

Jim looked as if he were about to laugh, but kissed her temple instead. "Yeah. He's perfect and isn't he just wonderful-"

She interrupted and felt McCoy's arm wrap around her waist. "Oh yeah, his hands are so precise, he knows exactly where to touch. It just turns me into putty. Really, Jocelyn, I don't know how you gave him up or why for that matter? I think you couldn't please him. A man like him needs two to satisfy his urges. I guess you just weren't enough. It's a shame."

As she watched the entwined trio before her Jocelyn's face morphed into a combination of disgust and annoyance. "Well, Leonard, it's nice to know you're such a sexual deviant. Perhaps you aren't a good influence on Joanna."

McCoy snarled. "Really, Jocelyn? Tell me, where did you leave our daughter this time?"

"With my mother, since Clay is with me."

McCoy's eyebrows twitched and Jim moved his hand to his back in an attempt to calm him. "You left our daughter with that woman. So help me if she lays a hand-"

"Relax. She won't. Besides, I think anything is better than you."

Are you kidding me? It took all of Uhura's control not to slap Jocelyn after she heard that. She has seen the times when his demeanor changed when he worried about Jim, Spock, or her or even the lowest crew member. He made Jim content. (More importantly, he made him stop the stupid almost-death missions) How anyone could belittle him was beyond her. "Listen here, you idiotic woman. Leonard is the best man a woman or man or any other being could ask for. The fact that you don't seem to realize this indicates that you have some serious issues to work out-"

Jim cut Uhura off, his body shaking with rage. She had insulted the parenting skills of his CMO and his best friend-turned lover. A man that everyone knew cared more about the crew than almost anyone else. The man who was the biggest hypochondriac he'd ever seen, but considering it was the Enterprise, his fears were well founded. Uhura could see the struggle he was having not to hit her as well. "You haven't seen him look forward to talking to Joanna for just five minutes. You don't see how much he actually cares. Of course, I think it'd be wasted on you, considering you are, and I beg your pardon ma'am, a pitiful excuse for a human being let alone a mother. And-"

McCoy's lips curled as soon as the words tumbled out of his ex-wife's mouth. How dare she even talk to him about being unfit when she had left their daughter with her mother. He opened his mouth to argue with her before shutting it when Uhura and Jim had gone on their own rampages. He saw Uhura look at him and felt Jim's hand stroking his back and pondered what to say next. It took a glance eyeroll from Uhura for him to come up with an idea. "You know what, Jocelyn, I will tell you what I told you when we finalized the divorce. Have fun with whoever the fuck you decided to marry instead of me and I hope he realizes what he just got himself into, because you are the- there aren't even words to describe you, Jocelyn. I just hope that you're happy, because at the moment, I am possibly one of the happiest men in the galaxy. So, I believe that Nyota wanted to finish shopping and I think Jim and I are going to help. Goodbye Jocelyn."

Uhura grinned as she saw the look on Jocelyn's face before she walked away with Jim and McCoy. When they were out of her view, Jim laughed, letting his arm fall away from Uhura's waist.

"That was brilliant, Uhura."

"Don't be getting a big head, I did it so you wouldn't punch her and cause a diplomatic incident. If you remember, the Argeliuians are pacifists."

"But it was for a good cause. You heard Jocelyn. I'm sure they would have understood."

McCoy smiled. "I don't think they would have, Jim. Thank you Nyota. I owe you one."

A thought struck Uhura as she watched McCoy's lips form those words. She opened her mouth in reply only to be interrupted by a voice they all knew well.

"Nyota? Why is Doctor McCoy's arm is wrapped around your waist? And might I inquire as to why you were kissing him?" Spock asked causing the trio to turn around and look at him.

Before Jim and McCoy could get a word in edgewise, Nyota removed McCoy's arm and walked over to Spock before whispering something in his ear. His eyebrow arched as if he believed she was lying. "I'm serious. And don't tell me the thought hasn't occurred to you. It's almost completely logical minus that one little problem and we're getting past that." Her voice lowered so McCoy and Jim couldn't hear. "And he's starting to look more appeasing as the days go by."

Spock stood for a moment contemplating the idea that Uhura had proposed before stepping toward McCoy and Jim, his face impassive.

"Nyota has offered an idea that has the possibility of being beneficial to the four of us. I wish to inquire if you and Doctor McCoy would object to joining Nyota and myself in my quarters to explore the possibilities of such an arrangement."

Uhura watched as Jim and McCoy shared a look before Jim spoke, a grin crossing his features. "What kind of exploring?"

Spock took a step back to Uhura. "That is up to the Doctor and you. Nyota and I would be open to a number of explorations."

"Let Nyota finish shopping first. She stopped to help us and I think she would like to finish. We'll entertain ourselves while we wait." McCoy answered wrapping his arm around Jim before turning to leave.

"Have I told how much I love you today? Because I feel the need to say it now." Uhura grinned, her fingertips rubbing against his in a Vulcan kiss.

"You have informed me of this fact on three separate occasions today. This is now the fourth."

"Well I don't care." She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear slightly. "Go join them. I'll be there soon. Just don't do anything without me."

--

When Uhura made her way back to the ship she quickly made her way to Spock's quarters and stood in shock at the door.

She surveyed the image of her boyfriend towering above Jim, with McCoy watching from the sidelines. "I thought I told you to wait for me."

"Nyota-"

McCoy cut him off. "Jim can be very persuasive when it comes to sex. It doesn't matter now, cause now you're here and I think you deserve a reward for being a wonderful help today." He motioned for her to come to him and Nyota, despite her excellent grasp of many languages, found herself speechless. And decided she didn't mind at all.

Spontaneous (Kirk/Spock)

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 21:02:05 GMT

Title: Spontaneous
Rating: PG at the most. I don't wanna say it's G and be wrong, so let's go with PG
Pairings: Kirk/Spock
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and since I'm not the aforementioned company, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Spock and Kirk are genetically incompatible and that makes it hard to carry a child to term. Taken from this request at st_xi_kink.
Warning/Spoilers: MPreg and some angst.
Word Count: 576
A/N: Well, this came about because I thought the prompt was quite nice and I've never written MPreg, so I decided to try it at least once. It's also un-beta'd since my beta refuses to read MPreg and I couldn't find another one at the time.

He knows something is wrong when he can't hear him anymore. He's been able to hear their son for a month now. Not hearing him can only mean one thing.

He's gone. Dead. Ceasing to exist in even the faintest form.

Spock is lying on a biobed waiting for McCoy to confirm the distressing news. He and Jim had been hoping that they would be spared the issues that had plagued his parents' efforts to conceive. The fact that he was lying in the bed proves that hope was in vain.

McCoy looks at Spock with sorrow filled eyes. "I'm sorry-"

Spock interrupts coldly. "It was to be expected."

"You never know, Spock, this time could have been the one that lasted. You were doing fine."

"I'm aware of that, Doctor. However, it did not and it is only logical that you remove the lifeless fetus before it causes any damage."

McCoy looks at the Vulcan with a mixture of rage and pity. Only he would be so technical in the face of his and Jim's second failed attempt to carry a child to term.

"Would you stop acting like this didn't mean anything to you?"

"Doctor McCoy, do not lecture me on how to deal with the loss of a child. You do not know how one should react."

McCoy shakes his head before leaving to tell Jim that it didn't work again.

-

"Spock?" Jim walks over to his bondmate's bed and takes a seat next to it. "Are you alright?"

"Yes. Doctor McCoy has removed-" Jim cuts him off.

"Don't talk about it. Does he know the reason he just died?"

"He believes that it was genetically compromised."

"Too many genes?"

"That is the logical conclusion."

Jim sighs. "We can always try again. Third times the charm and all."

"I fail to see how attempting the procedure once more will help. And furthermore, I do not wish to attempt it."

"But Spock-"

"Jim. While our minds are compatible, it has been proven twice that our DNA cannot combine in a logical fashion to allow a child to be carried to term. Therefore, it is simply illogical to attempt to produce a child."

"It's illogical to want to have a child with you? Are you listening to yourself? We both wanted this child. How can you say it's illogical just because it hasn't worked?"

"The child has a 63 percent chance of having genetic deformities that cause it to die before it is even born. Even if it does not, it has a 69 percent chance of having a genetic defect that will impede it in living a normal life."

Jim angrily stands up. "I don't care, there's still that percent that it can avoid all of that mess. And that's what I'm holding onto. Look at you, you turned out to be perfectly normal."

"My situation was different since my mother was in fact a female, unlike myself. I will not do it, Jim."

Jim opens his mouth as if to respond in his usual way, but closes it, choosing instead to head toward the Sickbay doors. He turns to Spock before leaving and frowns.

"Spock. I suppose it's ultimately your decision, but if you do this-" He pauses to collect his thoughts. "I don't think I love you anymore. I'm sorry, but I don't. Goodnight, Spock."

Spock watches Jim leave and feels his heart crack in two. The pieces shattering as they fall.

Just Wanna Touch You For A Minute (Kirk/Bones, Kirk/OFC, Kirk/OMC, Kirk/Gaila)

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 00:56:07 GMT

Title: Just Wanna Touch You For A Minute
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kirk/Bones, Kirk/OFC, past Kirk/OMC, and past Kirk/Gaila.
Word Count: 3067.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and Marvel and 20th Century Fox own the rights to the X-Men in their comic and film versions, respectively. Since I'm not any of the aforementioned companies, I don't own a thing.
Summary: Kirk is a mutant and cannot touch anyone. Taken from this request at st_xi_kink.
Warning/Spoilers: Small spoilers for X-Men: The Last Stand, that's it.
A/N: First off, I have taken a few liberties here, the first and foremost ones with biology. As far as I'm aware, you can't really change someone's DNA when they're walking and talking and living in general. I have to ask for a bit suspension of disbelief on that matter, just think it's possible within Star Trek. For those of you who don't know, there is an "X-Gene" in the mutants in X-Men that causes them to be mutants. Now, I assumed that the cure that was used in the third X-Men movie just caused the gene to lie dormant, meaning even if a mutant took the cure, they'd still pass on some capacity of the gene to their descendants. That's technically my second liberty and my third goes with that. I changed the specifics of the power used in here, instead of having immediate drain of powers, memories, and life of everyone, I have made it so life is just drained from everyone and that it takes longer for the power to effect aliens such as Gaila and Spock.

Since that's out of the way, I have one final note, my beta has been on vacation and hasn't seen this. If you see any errors, please don't hesistate to point them out.

He still remembered the day he found out. He still remembered watching William slide to the floor, seemingly dead. He swore never to kiss anyone, never to put anyone in that state again.

He's been good about keeping that promise. Even if everyone thought he had sex with anything that moved, he chuckled. If only they knew. He realized that his power took longer to work on aliens when he met Gaila. He was able to touch her for five minutes before she began to feel the effects. A little fact that his affection starved hands adored. And a fact that he was infinitely thankful for on the bridge, because, really, it wouldn't do to have his first officer dead before they ever reached a point of contentment.

They saved Earth and miraculously no one had touched him long enough to die. Jim smiled and everything was right in his world.

---

Fifty five days into their five year mission and Jim realizes his plan to never fall in love with anyone, including his crew, is failing miserably. The one person who he needs to stay alive, not just for him, but for the entire crew, is the one he wants to touch and feel and kiss and love. Is the one that would die. He can't do it. He won't.

"Captain." McCoy coughs. "Captain." Another cough and then a growl. "Dammit Jim, pay attention."

"Sorry, my mind's somewhere else. What happened?"

McCoy gives him his patented "You're an idiot" eyeroll before answering. "Supposedly, to seal the agreement, they need a kiss from a high ranking person, usually ambassadors, but they'll settle for Starship captain."

Jim freezes. "Are you sure they won't settle for Spock?"

McCoy chuckles. "Come on, Jim, you never turn down a kiss from any being. Why are these guys any different?"

Oh I don't know, Bones, maybe the fact that I'll kill whoever I'm kissing in about five minutes. No, that wouldn't work. Time to settle for the lame answer. "I can't."

"You can't, my ass. You just don't want to."

"No, Bones, I really can't. I- you know what forget it, I'll do it. Happy?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, because the sooner you do it, the sooner we can get off of this planet."

The ambassador motions for everyone to join him in standing in toast. "Nice to know you care so much about my wishes, Bones."

"Jim, I'm your best friend and your Chief Medical Officer, if I listened to your wishes you'd be dead many times over by now."

"To the union between The Federation and Capella IV, may it remain strong for many years." They raise their glasses in agreement before sipping the drink. "And now, to cement the union I present my daughter, Deirdre."

The woman to the right of the ambassador smiles before walking over to Jim. "Captain." She comments in a soft voice.

Please don't die. Please don't die. It's not a good time to have diplomatic incident. Just don't die. "Deirdre. It'll be my pleasure to kiss you." Jim whispers before leaning in to softly kiss her.

Her mouth opens into a sigh and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in, making sure that no one can deny that he actually went through with it. He isn't sure how long they've been standing there until she starts going limp in his arms and Bones yells at him as he drops her on the floor.

The ambassador and Bones sweep in first as Jim backs away in horror. Shit, it's just like Will. Shit.

"Dammit Jim, what did you do to her?" McCoy growls, scanning her.

Jim opens his mouth, trying to tell him anything but the truth. Anything that can explain how she just collapsed. Anything that won't make Bones look away in disgust.

"I didn't do anything. I just- I didn't mean to. I told-" He is cut off by her groaning.

"What happened?"

McCoy raises an eyebrow at Jim. "That's what I'd like to know."

---

McCoy wastes no time in questioning Jim when they beam back aboard the ship. As soon as he clears everyone for duty he motions for Jim to join him in his office. Jim barely enters before being pushed against the wall.

"What the hell was that down there? Dammit Jim, for one I'm your best and for that matter, only friend and two I'm your goddamn Chief Medical Officer, meaning I can have your command taken right from under you in less than a minute. Which is going to happen if you don't tell me what I just witnessed on that godforsaken planet. That's not normal, Jim, not in any sense of the word."

Jim tenses, but doesn't stop the flow of words that tumble from his mouth. "I know it's not normal. I know it's not normal to kiss someone and it be a likely possibility that it'll kill them. I know it's not normal to put your first boyfriend in a coma because you kissed him. I know it's not normal to be unable to touch anyone you love or hate or don't give a shit about either way. I know Bones and I don't need you of all people to rub it in. Do you remember the X-Men from back in the 20th and 21st centuries? There was this one in particular called Rogue and to condense this story, she did what I do now. She sucked the life out of whoever she touched. She took the "cure" they came up with and went on her merry way and had family, she was my grandmother. Somehow, she passed the gene on to my mom, who passed it onto me. It showed up when I was sixteen. I haven't been able to touch anyone with bare skin for more than five minutes since then. So, yeah, the power is the reason she fainted. That's what you and everyone else saw."

McCoy steps away from Jim with a look of shock on his face. "Bullshit. The academy-"

"Name anyone who would say they didn't want to sleep with me." Other than you.

"Point taken. How did you avoid killing every doctor that's examined you? How come I'm not dead?"

"You like sticking me with hyposprays and that tricorder does the examining quite well. And the only other time a doctor would touch me is when they're operating and they wear gloves. Therefore, no contact with bare skin, no dead doctors."

McCoy sighs. "All of the cure was destroyed in 21st century. Dammit. Jim, I-"

"Save me the pity, Bones. I've gotten used to not touching my family, my friends, and you. I've tried so many times to get rid of this stupid power that I never wanted. It hasn't worked at all. Are we done? Can I go back to being captain now?"

McCoy studies Jim's face, wondering how it must feel to never really touch anyone for long periods of time. What it's like to not be able to kiss someone you love. What it's like to never- he stops that thought, squashing it into the farthest corners of his mind.

"I'm done and I suppose you can, but Jim, what do you say about trying to create a cure on the ship?"

Jim pauses, his gloved hand rubbing against his mouth before he answers. "You think it could work?"

"Maybe. This is the Enterprise after all, we seem to have a knack for making the impossible, possible."

"What's the harm in trying again? Fine. Let's do it."

McCoy smiles slightly. "Alright then, I'll talk to everyone and we'll go from there."

Jim starts walking through the doors before turning around. "Thanks Bones. You don't have-"

"Anything for my best friend, kid. Now get out of my sickbay."

Right. Friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Just friends.

---

Looking at Jim's DNA for what seems like the millionth time in the past month, McCoy thinks that the doctors who first came up with the cure had it easy, considering they had a mutant who essentially did their work for him. One gene in Jim, just one damn gene and he's stuck with this power. One gene that he has to isolate to cure him.

"I told you, I've tried."

"You never had the best crew in Starfleet helping you. It's possible, it's just a pain in the ass and I'm wondering if I was out of my mind when I asked."

Jim grins. "Well, I do tend to make people lose their minds around me. Although, not for the reason everyone seems to think. Tell me Bones, do I just give off slut vibes?"

"Of all the times to ask me this, you ask this now?"

"Well, now you know I'm not really one since I haven't ever slept with anyone in my entire life. I mean, I could kiss Gaila and the other species for five minutes give or take, but that's not enough time to fuck anyone. So, since you know that I didn't sleep with everyone you can make an informed decision."

I haven't ever slept with anyone in my entire life. Jim was a virgin. Something in McCoy smiles at the thought of relieving him of that issue when he figures out how to cure him. Pushing him onto the bed, Jim's lips mouthing his name, eyelashes fluttering.

McCoy bites back a moan before answering. "No. You just are attractive enough to have everyone wish you were a slut."

"Including you?"

Yes. "No. Jim, go to bed, I'll tell you if we make any progress when you get up."

Jim looks him up and down, stopping at McCoy's crotch and the slightly noticeable bulge. He smirks before turning around to the doors. "Fine. Night Bones."

After Jim leaves McCoy looks down, fighting the urge to smash his head against the wall. "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a seventeen year old boy."

---

"Bones, you've got to sleep. You are of no use to anyone half dead." Jim yells after finding him passed out on his desk.

McCoy looks up at Jim with bleary eyes. "Coming from someone who could kill me. I have to figure this out, Jim. You need this."

He watches Jim's lips form a frown before they answer. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. Just going to pretend you didn't just imply that I would kill you willingly. And what I need is you to go to bed, I'm not having my CMO dead on his feet because he wants to cure me of something that I'm used to."

"Dammit Jim, I know you wouldn't. And I'm fine, I'm not dead on my feet. Besides, while you may be "used to it", which I highly doubt considering how you keep looking at me with those eyes, but I am not. I'm used to you not touching me, but I'm used to the idea of knowing why. I need to help you."

"Those eyes? What are you talking about? I haven't been making eyes at you. You don't need to do this, you can do this, but it's like I made it a fucking order that you had to find a cure for this stupid thing."

"You have this goddamn longing look in your eyes like you'd give anything to touch me and only me. Everyone else would just be an added reward. I know you didn't make it an order, but dammit Jim did it ever occur to you that maybe I wanted to do it out of my own free will. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I wanted to this because I-" He stops, wondering if he should continue his rant when Jim's looking at him with terrified eyes. "You know what, just forget it."

"Because you what, Bones?"

"I want to be able to touch you without gloves or clothes."

Jim walks behind the desk and turns Bones' chair so he leans over the older man. "How?"

"Like no one has ever touched you before. I want to kiss you for as long as I want and fuck you for as long as I want."

Jim shudders, his mind conjuring images of Bones towering above him, writhing underneath him.

"So, now that you know I'm doing this for both of our benefits, get out of my Sickbay and let me work, so whatever you just imagined can become real much sooner."

As Jim rushes out of Sickbay, McCoy swears he hasn't seen him run that fast since the Narada incident.

---

When Jim appears in his quarters a week later holding a thin sheet of plastic, two thoughts cross McCoy's brain. One, did he just replicate plastic and two, what the hell is it for?

"I've come up with an idea that solves one big problem we have right now."

McCoy rolls his eyes. "Somehow I fail to see how that piece of plastic helps with not being able to fuck you."

"That's because it doesn't. It solves the problem of not being able to kiss you, because it's a barrier between us that's flexible."

"You mean to tell me that you want to kiss me through plastic. Dammit Jim, it could suffocate us both."

"Not if we're careful. Please Bones, I just want to get a taste in case you-"

McCoy cuts him off. "I will find a cure. We're close Jim. You just need to have-"

Jim stops him with a kiss from behind the plastic. It feels odd at first, and McCoy smells plastic for a few seconds before he seems to ignore it, instead focusing on the faint feeling of Jim's lips on his. He notices the heat from their mouths fogging up the plastic and pulls away smiling. "Patience."

"Who needs patience when they have you?" Jim chuckles before leaning in to kiss McCoy again, his lips grasping McCoy's lower one.

When Jim leaves after what seems like hours McCoy makes sure that his room will have the necessary plastic to allow this to happen all the time.

---

The breakthrough comes to McCoy in the midst of one of Jim's affectionately called Saran Wrap kisses.

That's it, you just need to change it up a little. He pulls away startling Jim as he hastily walks to the doors. "Go to bed. You have alpha shift tomorrow."

"Bones! What that fuck?"

"Just trust me on this, Jim. Just go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He gives Jim one last kiss before walking out the doors.

"You green-blooded hobgoblin, open the door." McCoy growls at Spock's doors.

"Doctor McCoy, might I inquire as to why you are expressing unfounded anger at my door?" Spock asks startling McCoy.

"Damn you Vulcans and ability to sneak up on people without even breathing. Come with me, I finally figured out how to cure Jim."

Spock's lips upturn slightly before he follows a slightly frantic McCoy. It would seem that the captain would finally get what he wanted after three years.

---

The message McCoy gave Jim is brief, a simple order for him to come down to Sickbay. Jim isn't getting his hopes up, the last time he had gotten this sort of call it was to tell him that the treatment was yet again, a failure. But Bones had seemed so sure and he stopped kissing him. Maybe this is the one.

As soon as Jim arrives in Sickbay he's greeted by McCoy who almost shoves him to a biobed.

"We did it. We figured it out." He waves the hypospray in his hands. "It's in here. It's going to knock you out for a while, but it'll be worth it."

Jim smiles and tilts his neck, giving McCoy better access. "Do it."

He feels a pinch and then blackness.

---

When he comes to Nurse Chapel is the one who is standing by his bedside checking his vitals. He looks at her questioningly.

"He's asleep in the office. I'll go get him, Sir."

"Thank you." He croaks out.

He hears a muffled curse come from McCoy as Nurse Chapel wakes him up, pointing at Jim with a smile. This is it. The moment of truth. Jim thinks as he sees McCoy walking towards him.

McCoy stops next to the biobed. "Take off your gloves and touch my hand."

Jim blinks before pulling off his glove and inching his hand towards McCoy. He loosely links their fingers together, worried that it didn't work.

McCoy smiles as time passes with no adverse effect on him. "It worked." He kisses Jim's hand softly.

"I-shit. Can we get out of here?"

Instead of answering McCoy yells to Nurse Chapel to watch over Sickbay for him for the next hour. She chuckles in response as they leave hand in hand.

---

As soon as they reach the inside of Jim's quarters McCoy finds himself against the wall, his body flush against Jim's, his tongue darting through his lips. Somehow in their haze they manage to make it to the bed, their clothes thrown across the room.

McCoy flips their positions, pinning Jim to his mattress. "This is just the beginning, kid."

Jim's hips buck as McCoy's hand grips his cock. "I hope so. Don't talk, just fuck me."

McCoy grins, fiddling with the lube he finds on the nightside. He coats his fingers, easing one and two in there. Jim mewls as McCoy brushes against that one spot. McCoy pulls his fingers out and Jim groans at their loss.

McCoy pauses as he coats his own cock. "You sure you want this."

"Yes, just do it."

McCoy eases in carefully, letting Jim adjust before moving. When Jim adjust his moves are slow and deliberate. He watches Jim's eyelashes flutter when he has just the right angle. His lips whisper "Bones, bones, bones." as he inches closer toward the edge.

McCoy's hand gives Jim's cock one last stroke and whispers. "Come for me, Jim."

"Bones." He sighs as he comes.

McCoy follows soon after with a growl and falls down next to Jim. After a minute Jim turns and smiles. "Hey Bones, you want to declare that I need to bedridden for today?"

McCoy chuckles and kisses Jim, biting his lip softly. "If I get to enjoy that for the rest of the day, fine."

Virtue After Sin (Kirk/Bones)

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 07:33:47 GMT

Title: Virtue After Sin
Rating: R-ish
Pairings: Kirk/Bones with a brief mention of Spock/Uhura.
Word Count: 1239.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all.
Summary: Jim sins and Bones takes note.
Warning/Spoilers: None.
A/N: First time posting for this fandom, even though I've been following it for a while. This also came from the Star Trek XI Kink Meme. Also, the title is a twist on the Judas Priest Album Sin After Sin and the virtue charity can be defined as loving everyone, and being loving to everyone including your enemies.

Lust
"You insatiable idiot." Bones growled pushing Kirk onto the bio-bed while pulling off his shirt.

"You wouldn't have me any other way, Bones." Kirk grinned making quick work of Bones' slacks and underwear freeing his cock.

Bones grunted and unbuttoned Kirk's slacks and grinned. "You slut. No underwear again? Easy access as always, Jim."

Kirk grinned, his lips meeting Bones', his teeth nibbling at the doctor's lower lip.

Twenty minutes later and Bones noticed that Kirk had left Sickbay without bothering to rearrange his disheveled appearance. He let out a sigh, the whole damn crew was going to find out within the next day that they had fucked in Sickbay and there was nothing he could do about it. Sometimes, he mused, Jim had just a bit too much lust sometimes. Not that it was completely bad, of course.

Gluttony
"I thought I told you to stop indulging in those cinnamon buns, Jim. You're getting rounder."

"Is that your way of telling me I'm getting too fat for you?" Kirk asked, his mouth full of one of the buns in question.

Bones rolled his eyes. "No, it's my way of telling you that you're being a glutton and that you need to lay off the damn buns. At the rate you're going it won't be the Klingons or the Romulans that kill you, it'll be your own damn eating habits."

"Have you had these buns? They are heavenly. No one can blame me for eating it."

"When you've had as many as you've had the past few days, yes they can. Now-" Bones snatched the bun out of Kirk's hand before continuing. "tomorrow, I'm going to make sure that the replicator isn't going to give you the buns, and instead, you earned yourself a week of strictly vegetarian meals."

Kirk made a grab for the bun only to be unsuccessful and stared at Bones. "Bones. I order you to give me that bun back."

Bones chuckled. "Jim. You forget that I'm your chief medical officer. When it comes to eating habits, I give the orders not you. Now come with me."

"I am perfectly capable of walking to the bridge without grabbing one of those delightful buns. No need to watch over me like a mother hen."

Bones rolled his eyes and walked over to Chekov. "Here kid, have a cinnamon bun."

Chekov's grinned and took a bite out of it causing Kirk to frown.

"You just proved my point. Now come on."

Greed
When it came to the Enterprise and being her captain, Kirk stopped at nothing to get them. The greedy little idiot. He got her and even though his mother thinks that he's happier just because of his relationship with Bones, Bones knows the truth. The greedy little bastard was given the power and the ship he wanted from Starfleet, and he was just a lovely addition to Kirk's pile of riches.

Sloth
"I'm not getting out of bed and neither are you. We're on shore leave, and we should just lay around and stay in bed doing nothing." Kirk lazily kissed Bones, pulling away slowly as he traced shapes on his lover's chest.

"I am getting out bed, Jim, because your come is starting to dry and I am not going to let it dry. I'm not going to rip out my hair when pulling off the covers just because you wouldn't let me take a shower. Now you can stay in bed if you want, but I am going to shower." Bones moved swiftly out of the bed and turned around to see Kirk starting to fall asleep again.

As Bones walked to the shower one thought crossed his mind. Why the hell did Jim turn into such a sloth the first two days of a shore leave?

Wrath
They are on a new planet that has joined the Federation when it happens. The species is like the Orions with their sexual appetite and naturally Bones thought that Jim would be all over them. He may have been seeing him exclusively on the ship, but he never passed up the chance to flirt with any of the alien races leaders (or their daughters or sons). Surprisingly enough, the aliens rebuff him and instead turn their attention to Bones.

Needless to say, it's only due to Spock's speed and incredible strength that Jim didn't attempt to kill the ambassador's son and cause a diplomatic incident in the process. Bones starts to think that he might like Jim's possessive streak after that impressive display of wrath on his behalf.

Envy
Back at the academy, Bones saw parts of Kirk that no one else ever did (or will). He saw the looks that he gave the couples that walked by, however brief they were. Kirk may have been the biggest playboy on campus but Bones knew that all he wanted was someone to spend all of his nights with instead of the bed warmers that he changed more frequently than socks. He knew that look, the envious look, considering he had given it to the aforementioned bed warmers when Kirk wasn't looking.

Bones saw the look again when Kirk realized that Spock was involved with Uhura and decided to prescribe the best medicine. Himself.

His reasoning if anyone ever asked was that he already had a green blooded monster and that he didn't need a green eyed one.

Pride
One thing Kirk hasn't learned yet is that he isn't indestructible as evidenced by the injuries Bones is stuck treating.

"What the hell were you thinking Jim?" He growled out scanning him with his tricorder.

"Nothing really. He said that the Enterprise was junk and that the crew were supreme idiots and that I was ugly and stupid and I don't really remember the rest."

"Oh, so he injured your ego first and then you decided to let him do physical damage too? Dammit Jim."

"No. I just- Bones."

"Don't Bones me, you damn idiot. You need to learn that you break, bruise, and that it would be surprisingly easy for you to die."

"I know-" Bones shot him in the neck with a hypospray before he finished the sentence and let him fall back onto the bed behind him.

"Save it for later, Jim." Bones rubbed his temples. "You know, one of these days your pride is going to get the best of you and that will be the day I can't save you."

Charity
Bones sees it time and time again after the Nero incident. Every time they meet a new species or ambassador. Every time they are stuck fighting a Klingon or a Romulan. He sees Jim being the most charitable person he's ever seen. He loves everyone, he doesn't discriminate on helping people in trouble. He's actually acting virtuous and it's slightly worrying.

"Jim?" He asks as they eat dinner.

"Yeah Bones?"

"When did you decide to act-"

Jim interrupts. "Like I actually have morals? Like I'm a virtuous person? Well, there was a lovely doctor who told me that I needed to stop doing some things in case they caused my death. He's really attractive, so I decided maybe I should listen to this attractive, intelligent doctor."

Bones just smiles and lets out a small sigh of relief. Maybe his lover isn't entirely bad. Maybe there is something there worth holding onto that isn't just a mess of sin. Perhaps, he thinks, this might actually end well.

The Unforeseen Rewards of Casting Spells in Your Sleep (Merlin/Arthur)

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 00:50:01 GMT

Title: The Unforeseen Rewards of Casting Spells in Your Sleep
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur with sides of Merlin/Uther, Merlin/Gaius (non-expilcit), and Merlin/Morgana.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all.
Summary: Merlin has started to cast spells in his sleep. The results are both horrifying and wonderful for him.
Warning/Spoilers: Nothing that bad. Merlin's tied up to the bed in the first dream. Also, let's say spoilers for the first episode, since that is about the only one I can think of.
A/N: First time posting for this fandom, even though I've been following it for a while. This also came from the Kink Meme and I was the anon who posted this, I was just a bit of a wuss in admitting it. I must warn everyone that I happen to be American and since this is unbetaed, no Brit-picking occurred and it probably sounds like an American wrote this. Alas, if anyone wants to beta, I'll gladly take them up on the offer.

Merlin hated his magic sometimes. No, really, because the sheer amount of times it has managed to cause some form of embarrassment, he thinks he deserved the right to hate it. "Of course," he mused, "it did have its' uses, but right now, such uses were nonexistent."

He isn't sure how exactly the current situation came to be, but this by far is the worst form of embarrassment for him, even if no one can see what is happening.

"Note to self, ask Gaius for the same drought he gives Morgana, because, this whole sleepcasting is most definitely not good for my health." Merlin thought before feeling the landscape in his dream shift to a bed that he most definitely has not seen. All Merlin knows is that he can hear moans that sound suspiciously like his own and that from what he can tell there are two bodies in a bed. Moving to the other side of the room, he is greeted by a sight that causes his eyes to bug out.

He was right when he thought those moans were his own, but he didn't expect to see a panting Uther above him, pounding into him like there was no tomorrow.

"God, Merlin, you're so tight. You've been a good boy, haven't you?" Uther groaned as Merlin rocked in time with his frantic thrusts.

"Yes, sire. I've been a good boy for you." Merlin moaned as he struggled against the bonds holding him to the bedpost. "Please, sire, let me come."

Merlin blinked. Why in the world was Uther of all people having a sex dream about him? And for that matter, why was he tied to a bedpost?" Merlin was torn out of his thoughts by Uther's response to his Merlin's response.

The king grinned wolfishly, his hand inching toward Merlin's cock. "Of course, since you have been such a responsive pet."

It was at that moment that Merlin shut his eyes and shook his head in an effort to escape the image that he was being presented with. Luckily for Merlin, the shutting of his eyes produced the effect of transporting Merlin into another one of the castle's occupants' dreams.

Merlin looked around worriedly and hoped that this wasn't the room he thought it was, unfortunately, a voice, in fact, his own voice, and a familiar body dispelled any notion of that sort.

"Gaius, are you finished? I can only do so much by myself."

"Well, you could always use your magic."

"But it's not the same as you." Merlin pouted opening the door.

"Well, then, come out of your room. I have a new soothing balm that need to test and I cannot imagine a better way to do it."

Merlin cringed and wished that he didn't have to hear where this conversation was going (even though he had a sickening idea already) before falling on the floor of a distinctly more feminine room.

Merlin pondered. "If I've already been to," he shuddered, "Uther and Gaius' dreams then that leaves, oh god, Morgana and Arthur. Will this awkwardness ever end? This has to be some evil sorcerer's work, because I would never do this on purpose."

As if to answer Merlin's silent question, Morgana moaned under the touch of dream Merlin's nimble fingers that were inching up her thighs.

Her hand stroked the side of his face as she panted. "Merlin-"

He silenced her with a kiss. "Sh. Just lie back," he traced a line of kisses down her neck to her breasts," and enjoy the ride."

Merlin watched as Morgana gasped as his dream self entered her slowly, reveling in the tightness, before increasing his pace due to her urging.

"Of course, I should have known she wouldn't give up complete control even when it came to sex." Merlin chuckled before being taken out of the dream, only to be transplanted into Arthur's.

"Shit. If this going to end the way the others ended, I can't be here." Merlin thought frantically.

It was a little known fact, in fact, only Gaius and Morgana (who by some awful timing had discovered the fact), that Merlin was quite smitten with one Arthur Pendragon. Merlin went to great pains to avoid telling him, thankfully only having problems when Arthur needed a bath. Arthur was blind enough to believe Merlin when he said it was just the heat of the water that caused him to blush.

"Merlin, you idiot, get back over here." Arthur ordered with an almost predatory look in his eyes.

"Wait. I'm the dream version of myself now? What is this? Some kind of ironic twist in this spell? I suppose it could be worse, I could have been the dream version in Uther's dream, or Gaius'," he shuddered at the thought, "oh, who am I kidding, I get to fuck Arthur. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts."

Merlin was taken out of his thoughts by a pair of strong arms wrapping around his waist. "I told you to come and you didn't. You are by far the worst manservant in history."

Merlin smirked. "Says the biggest prat to ever grace the world. I have to ask though, would any of your other manservants do this," he pushed Arthur back onto the table behind him and lowered himself down to the blond's waiting cock, "to their master."

Merlin took a second before taking Arthur into his mouth, earning a groan from the man in question. Merlin hummed in amusement and felt a sudden tug at his hair, forcing his gaze upwards.

"Do you have any idea how erotic you look now-" Arthur moaned as Merlin swiped his tongue along the base of his cock. Merlin smiled as best as he could and snaked his hand upwards to play with his balls.

"Merlin." He hissed as Merlin's mouth was inciting such delectable feelings. In response, Merlin moved his lips down to the tip, twirling his tongue as he did.

Merlin used his free hand to leisurely stroke himself as Arthur's wove his fingers in Merlin's hair before surrendering control. Merlin sputtered for a second before swallowing, coughing as he did removed his mouth from around Arthur's cock.

Arthur patted him on the back. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Merlin croaked as Arthur's hand slid down his chest, "what are you doing?"

The prince smirked as Merlin arched his back at the contact. "Returning the favor."

Merlin gasped, shutting his eyes as he did so and when opened them he was greeted by a resounding lack of Arthur. Whimpering at the lost of contact that had felt so real, he threw off his cover and maneuvered his way out of his room as well as Gaius' chambers, attempting to ignore Gaius' groans. He looked around a second before grabbing a torch and sneaking to Arthur's chambers in an effort to continue what he started.

Merlin paused before opening the door, hearing Arthur moaning like a common wench and Merlin felt his cock twitch in response. He opened the door and was greeted by the sight of Arthur writhing on the bed, one set of fingers wrapped around the silk sheets below him while the other was stroking his cock furiously.

"Arthur." Merlin groaned softly at the sight.

At the sound of his name, Arthur's eyes shot open; Merlin froze, thinking he honestly should have thought this through more.

Arthur turned his head slowly and looked at Merlin with eyes black with lust. "I can see you, don't just stand there shut the door and get in here."

Merlin swallowed thickly and stepped in the room, closing the door quietly. He raked his eyes over Arthur's sweat glistened body, if there was one thing that Merlin could say with a great deal of certainty was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, he was quite sure that Arthur looking at him this way was high on that list.

"I had a dream about you, a very sexual dream. It's not like this is odd," he paused as Merlin coughed, "because as of late you have been creeping into them, but tonight was different. It felt so much more real. It felt like you were actually sucking my cock. Tell me Merlin, do you want to?"

Merlin blinked, his mouth making movements like a fish out of water. "Um... do want to what, Arthur?" He squeaked out reminding himself of a girl.

The man in question smirked slinking out of his bed over to Merlin. "Do you want to suck my cock? Or would prefer to do other things?"

Merlin felt Arthur's breath ghosting over his neck, succeeding in throwing whatever coherent thoughts Merlin had in his mind out the window. Not even bothering to answer with actual words, Merlin brought their lips together in a fierce kiss and ground his hips against Arthur's, earning a appreciative groan from him.

Somehow, someway, the two managed to find their way over to the bed as Arthur ripped off Merlin's clothing, leaving it strewn about the room. Pushing Merlin onto the bed, Arthur straddled his hips.

"Now, Merlin, do you want to do this? And none of this moaning, ngghing you want to do. I want you to say it."

The prince rolled his hips as Merlin attempted to answer. "Yes, just move you fucking prat."

He smirked. "Yes what?"

"God, Arthur don't make me say it." Merlin wriggled in an attempted to make some friction. "Fine. Arthur, if you don't fuck me I will die on this bed. Now move."

Arthur grabbed a vial of oil, kissing up Merlin's torso as he did so, paying particular attention to his nipples as he darted his tongue around them, earning a moan.

Merlin watched as Arthur tilted the vial, applying the oil liberally. He tensed as he felt Arthur's finger enter him.

"I need you to relax." He whispered kissing Merlin softly as he added another finger.

Merlin bit his lip before feeling the tip of Arthur's finger brush against a spot that overwhelmed his senses. Merlin groaned as Arthur's fingers left only to feel the tip of the blond's cock at his entrance.

"You-"

"Yes."

Arthur slowly entered Merlin feeling the warlock's muscles surround him and moaned at the feeling before hearing Merlin's pleas of faster, faster.

Merlin moved a hand to stroke his neglected cock only to be swatted away by Arthur who preceded to take him and pump in time with his thrusts into Merlin, smirking as Merlin was reduced to a pile of incoherent words and moans.

Suddenly the noises coming from Merlin ceased before he groaned at his release, his face taking on a look that was indescribable to Arthur who followed into ecstacy soon after.

Merlin turned his head to look at Arthur, his mouth opening to explain everything before he was silenced by Arthur's lips on his own.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow. Right now, I believe it would be good to sleep."

Merlin nodded and started to climb out of the bed only to be stopped by Arthur grasping his arm. "Where are you going?"

"To my room?"

"You idiot. Get back in bed. Did I tell you to go?" Merlin shook his head. "I didn't. Good, now that you know this, get back into bed."

Merlin smiled and laid down next to Arthur, who proceeded to wrap his arms around him as if he was worried that he would lose the warlock.

"Goodnight Merlin."

"Night Arthur."

-

Gwen found the two intertwined and smiled as she left. Morgana's insistence on seeing Merlin could wait until the two woke up, because Gwen found it far too adorable to wake them. And besides, she wanted the payment for her bet before they awoke.

Amanda's Insane Questions

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 00:54:23 GMT

INSTRUCTIONS:
01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me" or something of the sort.
02. I respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
03. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

I asked imaginaryhorses to interview me and she picked hard questions for me. GRR on you Amanda. GRR. :D

1. What do you regret most?
Losing various friends. Everytime I lose a friend it's over something stupid. I still haven't forgiven myself for losing Gia in second grade. I lost all contact with her. There's also Maddie from preschool and Will from elementary. I lose friends way to often.
2. Who's your favorite artist (of any form- writing, film, music, artwork, anything you feel applies) and why?
This is a hard question to answer, I don't want to pick one. I guess I have to though. It's Freddie Mercury. There are many reasons why, but the main reason is that he was everything I wish I was. I want to have enough courage to prance around on a stage singing without worrying about being over-the-top. I'd also kill to have a voice like his. Hugh Laurie does come in a close second for my favorite artist though.
3. What's your favorite thing about talking to people online?
I can tell them things that I can't tell to people who see me everyday. For instance, the fact that I like writing slash fanfiction.
4. What kind of religious beliefs do you hold?
That's complicated. I am not exactly a Christian or any other major religion, but I do believe in certain aspects of religion. I need to believe in something, otherwise I have heart palpitations because I'm scared I'll just be sitting in the ground rotting when I die.
5. State in precisely thirty-three words your thoughts on Infinity on High. If you haven't got the album yet, do so for "This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race." It's reasonably good. I can't pick any song that is completely horrible, even though some do have their low points. Fall Out Boy are like a fine wine, they get better with age.

Mon, 19 Jun 2006 21:53:02 GMT

Holy shit. I got tagged!

The first player of this game starts with the "6 weird things/habits about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blog about their 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end you need to choose the 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read yours.

1. I have more guilty pleasure albums than I should. Guilty pleasure albums like, all the Destiny Child albums, various Swedish pop bands (ABBA, A-Teens).

2. I can never wear shorts outside of my house. Ever. I always wear pants or at least a long skirt.

3. I can never look into someone's eyes when I lie to them. I always look to the left.

4. I love fuzzy socks. I own a pair in every color and style. I'm wearing some right now, because my feet are freezing.

5. I cannot watch a movie that I've seen numerous times without commenting on it. For instance, when I watch Gone With The Wind I make comments on a bunch of things in it.

6. I can't listen to the song Paralyzed by Rock Kills Kid without thinking slashy thoughts. I don't know why, but I can't.

Tagging: generic_radio, meri_pier, nailsxtacks, and I have no one else to tag. God I need more friends.

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 04:57:39 GMT

I'm letting my bath cool down and I'm bored. So, enjoy.

View the product of extreme boredom.

1. Adam Carson
2. Davey Havok
3. Hunter Burgan
4. Ryan Ross
5. Brendon Urie
6. Patrick Stump
7. Frank Iero
8. Quinn Allman
9. William Beckett
10. JephA Howard
11. Jade Puget
12. David Bowie

Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic ? Do you want to?
No, and maybe I do.

You think Four is hot? How hot?
Hotter than the sun.

What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
That's biologically impossible. Unless, one of them is a girl, which according to some is debatable.

Can you read any fic(s) about Nine?
Yeah. Plenty.

Would Two and Six make a good couple?
Possibly. It'd be entertaining cause I have them on my wall. (The power of band posters.

Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
Brendon and William is sex on wheels.

What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
He'd possibly be disturbed. Either that or turned on.

Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fic.
Pure smut. Yay smut!

Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
There should be.

Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic.
Give Me Your Heart And I'll Love You Till Tuesday

What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Four to deflower One?
I have no idea. Maybe if the other way around, but not 4 deflowering 1.

Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash?
Everybody reads Frank slash.

Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
Don't know. I believe Amanda tried to write one though.

Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?
I have no idea. I believe that Amanda dabbled in writing him though.

Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five?
I'd love them if they did. :D

What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?
Hm...... Leah. Yeah, he'd scream that.

If you wrote a song-fic about Eight, which song would you choose?
Quinn in a songfic... I'll get back to you on that.

If you wrote a Two/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warnings be?
The disturbing amount of white skin you get from this should go away in about a day.

What might be a good pick-up line for Two to use on Ten?
.... no idea. You can imagine one for yourself

When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
Two hours ago. Read Sarah's slash.

What is Six's super-sekrit kink?
Patrick is a cuddle whore.

Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober?
Yes, at least in my sick mind he would.

If Three and Seven get together, who tops?
Hunter.

"One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Three." What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

Ah. Hundam love. Let's see.
Let Me Hold Your Hand.
Amanda, Sarah, and Fran, but she's not on my friends list.
I'd write it. :D
By the way, of course 9 ran off with 4. They are cute together.