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Rating (some of) star trek characters from tos and aos by whether or not I think they wash their ass.
Jim T Kirk (tos):
Yes absolutely 8/10 very clean as expected from a bisexual man with a lot of gay feelings for his first officer.
Jim T Kirk (aos):
A cursory wipe but he gets better eventually after he hooks up with a girl who likes pegging and discovers his ✨gay feeling✨. 3/10 to like, 6/10.
Leonard 'Bones' McCoy:
Yes. Spotless, both versions original and reboot. This man is a doctor and also just hygienic. 10/10.
Spock (tos):
Quick and efficient, this is a man who showers in five minutes and is still cleaner than the guy who took a three hour shower. 10/10.
Spock (aos):
He's still riding the high of his first act of rebellion and sees his ass as too dirty to touch but still attempts it. I'll give him a 5/10 for effort.
Sulu:
Yes. This is a homosexual, not only does he clean his ass, he values personal hygiene and dedicated Saturdays to taking care of himself. 12/10.
Chekov:
No, this is a teenage boy who's booksmarts have left no room for common sense and he joined Starfleet at fourteen, right at the worst time, puberty wise. 1/10 because he's a clean boy otherwise.
Uhura:
Do I even have to give a reason? This is a women with class. Of course she cleans her ass. 10/10
That's all for now, feel free to disagree and I'm not a coward so if someone gives me a compelling enough arguement to change one of the ratings I will.
Vote for the og sun and moon duo 😔✌️ do it for them #spirk
SUN AND MOON DUO SHOWDOWN - SEMI FINALS
spock... for me??? 🥹
THE VERY FIRST STAR TREK SLASH FIC PUBLISHED
“A Fragment out of Time”, published in 1974. Kirk / Spock. page 1 page 2
I had to share it with you because I can’t stop laughing, and every time I reread it it just gets funnier and fUNNIER
Bold of you to assume a grad student isn’t crazy.
Happy Valentine’s Day grandma! There’re too many amazing options, so dealer’s choice?
Spock has an older brother.
He’s a teenager when Spock is born and by the time he’s taking his first cautious steps, he no longer lives at home. Sybok graduates the head of his class and flies through the Science Academy with similar ease and for almost as long as Spock has had memories, Sybok has been talking about his thesis.
It’s topic changes often enough that Spock’s stopped keeping track.
When he’s younger, it would be inaccurate to say that Sybok is around often, but he is around. His brother visits home to pilfer texts from the family library and to have short, tense conversations with their father but he will ask Spock about his studies and always inclines his head to Spock’s mother, something that many Vulcans will not do, so he thinks that means that Sybok loves them.
After he gets into a fight at school, Sybok doesn’t visit anymore.
Spock accepts it as something else that his emotional outburst has cost him and refuses to let the tears fall no matter the pressure building behind his eyes.
Books still disappear and reappear from the library, so he knows that Sybok is still coming over, it’s only when Spock isn’t home. Eventually he starts appearing again, and he still has those horrible tense conversations with their father and nods at his mother, but he no longer lingers to ask Spock about his studies.
The fact that it hurts so much is just a sign that he needs to focus on his control.
When Spock is fifteen, Sybok leaves Vulcan.
He tells himself he doesn’t see his brother often enough for it to matter. It s the truth and yet it feels like a lie.
Spock doesn’t mean to overhear a conversation that isn’t meant for him. But it his mother speaking, and Sybok, and he’s never observed them to exchange anything but greetings and farewells.
“-don’t have to do this. I know you want distance, but-”
“I’ve already tried the other side of the planet,” he says dryly, speaking with an oddly Terran cadence to his words. “The problem is he can still comm me and send his friends to look at me disapprovingly.”
“He’s concerned,” she says.
Sybok laughs. Spock startles, nearly giving himself away, but forces stillness and silence.
“I don’t want to overstep,” his mother says softly, “I know it’s not my place-”
“Amanda, please,” he scoffs. “This is your home, you’re my father’s wife, and you’re my brother’s mother. How can you overstep? You can’t speak freely anywhere else on this planet, of course you can speak freely with me.”
There’s a long silence. Spock wants so badly to peek around the corner, but if he does then they’ll know he’s there.
“He wants you to be happy,” his mother says. “I do too.”
Sybok sighs, but it sounds a lot nicer than his laugh had. “He wants me quiet. It’s bad enough that he’d decided I’m a bad influence on Spock, at this rate he’s doing to decided I’m a bad influence for all of Vulcan and kick me off the planet myself. I’m just speeding up the process.”
Father thinks that Sybok is a bad influence? Why would he –
“That incident was not your fault,” his mother says sharply.
Oh.
“Father was probably right, actually,” he admits. “If I’d been allowed to talk to Spock after, I would have told him it was a job well done. There’s fire in our blood, Amanda. Rage is the most Vulcan emotion there is.”
Spock blinks. That’s nothing he’s heard before.
“It’s things like this that make your father worried,” she sighs.
He laughs again, gentler this time. “It’s fine. I’m going to go to a nice remote planet with all my books and work on my thesis and this one is far enough that even Father won’t be able to bother me.”
“But Tarsus IV?” she asks. “It’s barely colonized, and it has terrible ion storms, and their agriculture is still developing! It’ll be difficult for you to keep to a Vulcan diet!”
There’s another silence, then Sybok says, “My mother never worried over me. She did not find it logical to waste the energy and mental capabilities on events she could not control.” Another pause. “It’s nice that you do, Amanda.”
“Oh, Sybok.” His mother sniffs. “You’re my husband’s son and my son’s brother. You’re my family too. Please be careful and let me know if you need anything at all. We’ll be waiting for you to come home.”
“I believe you will, at least,” he says, and then before his mother can respond, continues, “Live long and prosper, Amanda.”
She sighs again. “Live long and prosper, Sybok.”
Spock forces his racing heart calm. He hopes his brother returns home soon.
Absurdly logical, said no romulan ever...
I’m watching TOS Star Trek rn, and I gotta say-
sometimes, while watching Star Trek, I just have to pause, rewind the scene, and physically say out loud:
What the fuck just happened?
How the hell did this get past the screening?
Jesus Christ Spock that’s gay.
Jesus Christ Kirk that’s gay.
Jim. Stop. Being. Horny. PLEASE.
That was beautiful.
I want truthful, honest opinions on this. It’s the beginning of a fanfiction, and I don’t know whether I should keep at it. Also writing tips will help,and be as harsh as you want. I need it.
encounter(verb): to meet someone unexpectedly
Captain James T. Kirk sighed as he stumbled down the hallway, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder where Bones injected the cure to the strange virus that had infected the ship. The medical team had distributed the antidote in record time before Doctor McCoy had forced the entire Bridge crew at the time to end their shift early, allowing the vaccinated Gamma shift to take over. Kirk stumbled again over his own feet, before a hand wrapped itself around his forearm to keep him from falling.
"Careful, Captain. As your energy is drained, it would do you no good to fall before we reach your quarters," Spock's voice told him as they continued walking to the captain's room, his hand still wrapped around the shorter man's forearm.
"You're, right, Mr. Spock." He sighed, leaning against the wall near his door to enter the code. "I'm afraid that we will be unable to play chess tonight, as I'm-" he cut himself off as he noticed his code pad ripped apart, hanging by a couple of loose wires in the wall. He instantly stood straight and completely silent, Spock doing the same. They glanced at each other before slowly creeping into the room, both men ready for a fight.
The completely dark room took a moment to adjust to, but both could make out the sight of a figure huddled in the corner near the bed, a couple of things that had fallen off the selves surrounding it.
"Lights, sixty percent," Kirk called out, the lights coming on immediately.
A young girl, no older than eighteen, lay there glaring at them with big, red eyes through dark, thick lashes. She had tanned skin, giving her the look of someone from the Middle East. Her dark brown hair was tied away from her face, a dark line of red strands pulled together into the ponytail. She had dark freckles spotted all over her face, along with scars over her face and hands, which was the only visible skin, the rest covered by her clothes. Tight, black pants, a dark sweater of sorts covering what seemed to be a white turtleneck. All of these things were interesting, but the thing that caught the men's attention was the girl's obviously broken leg and the large cut bleeding out on her side
Kirk took a step forward to help, before a hand from Spock and a noise from the girl stopped him. She had raised her upper lip into a snarl, her sharp teeth obviously not human. The noise emitting from her was a growl, sounding like one of an animal predator. The noise didn't stop until the two men took a step back, but they didn't stop there. Kirk continued to walk him and his first officer backwards, out of the room, never taking his eyes off of the girl. When they were in the doorway, Kirk forced them to stop.
"Spock, call Doctor McCoy, tell him to bring his bag and to get over here quickly. I'll watch the girl.”
Spock nodded and ran down the hallway to follow the orders, returning a moment later to help the Captain. They continued to stare at the girl until she started to stand, wincing visibly as she did.
"Wait, don't-" Kirk took a step forward, but the girl once again started to growl. Spock put a hand on the captain's shoulder, before moving towards the girl. The growling slowly got louder, and Spock took notice of the girl's nails growing into claws.
As soon as he got close enough to touch her, the girl crouched into a fighting stance and tilted her head, watching him intently. Spock reached a hand forward, and she lunged at him.
Bones finally entered, going wide eye at the sight of Spock wrestling with a young girl. "Jim! What the hell-"
"Not the time, Bones! You got a hypo to get her sedated?!" Kirk yelled at him as he watched Spock and the girl. She obviously wasn't human, as Spock was struggling to hold her down, even with the Vulcan strength that he possessed.
Bones grabbed a hypo out of his pack, quickly approaching the two. "Hold her down Spock, just...keep...her...still..." he muttered, pressing the hypo into her neck as she slowly calmed down, before slumping on the ground. Spock finally got up and Kirk approached the group, bending down to examine the girl.
“Bones, I’ll get her to sickbay. Spock-”
"You're gonna do nothing of the sort, Spock here can take her to the sickbay. You need rest, and if you don't I'm going to inject you with what I injected in her," Bones commanded, leaving the room and gesturing for Spock to follow with the girl.
"The doctor is right, Captain. You should rest. I will take the young girl to the sickbay, and then I will take my rest in my quarters. Good night, Captain," Spock said before picking up the girl gently and following Bones. Kirk sighed before deciding he might as well do as they say. As soon as he's up, he'll check on the girl.
*
The morning had come, and Kirk found himself in the sickbay, sitting beside the girl. Bones had fixed her leg and the gash in her side, and as she slept she looked younger than she was. Kirk was right with his first guess, the medical scans showed that she was under eighteen, but over fifteen, female, and half human. Everything else was a mystery. Her past, her name, the other half of her species. Kirk was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Spock take a seat right next to him.
"Our shift will begin soon. I am certain that the girl will be alright, Captain. Doctor McCoy gave her the cure, and her injures have been healed," he stated, his hands still in his lap. Kirk sighed and leaned back, about to speak, Bones cutting him off.
“Her vitals are off the charts. Runs hotter than you, Spock, and I can only hope that that’s due to her half we don’t know. She woke up sometime in the night, Jim. I had injected her with the antidote earlier, and when she awoke all she did was stare at me. I gave her some food, light stuff. Soup. She inhaled it like I was gonna take it from her before passing back out."
"Food is food," a voice chimed in.
Kirk stared at the girl slowly sat up, not meeting any of the men’s eyes other than Spock’s. Her back was ramrod straight as she spoke. "Du nam-tor Vuhlkansu." It wasn't a question. Kirk glanced at Spock, who had quirked up an eyebrow in very well concealed surprise.
"Ha, nash-veh Vuhlkansu. Uf tor du stariben nash?"
"Wuh Vuhlkansu ha-tor k' nash-veh, au saven-tor nash-veh." She avoided Kirk's and Bone's eyes, keeping hers focused on Spock.
"You speak Vulcan impressively. Whoever taught you taught you well," Spock said in Standard, allowing the two human men to understand the conversation.
"Thanks, I guess. Listen, I don’t want any trouble. I just needed a ride. At the next space port or civilization with transportation that you arrive at, I’ll be out of your hair," she said, staring at Kirk right in the eye. Authoritative hazel stared into fiery red.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You're a stowaway, but if you give us some information, we can help you out. Just, simple things, like your name-"
"Call me El.”
"-your family,-"
"Don't have one,” she stated keeping her nonchalant tone.
"or, what species you are."
The girl snorted. "'Fraid I don't have an answer for that one, buddy. Don't know myself."
Kirk sighed and leaned forward slightly. “Well, El, how’s your leg? And your side?”
El furrowed her brow, tilting her head in thought. “It’s….alright, I guess. Not hurting anymore.” She grinned, turning to Bones. “But can I have a lollipop? Isn’t that something that earth doctors do, Bonsey?”
"Yeah, yeah. Hold your stowaway ass right here." Bones waved her away, heading into the second part of the sickbay.
"How do you know his nickname?" Kirk questioned, nodding towards the other room.
El sighed. "I've been on this ship a month, Kirk. I know everyone here, and the name of this beauty," she paused, looking both him and Spock up and down. "Gotta say, pretty impressed with the scraps you get yourself in and out of."
"Miss El, am I correct in assuming that you arrived at the ship two point five three months ago, when we had docked at the starbase Ares II?" Spock cut in, cocking his head slightly to the side.
El nodded. “Was stuck on that planet for a bit when I saw your ship, and the rest is history. Also, no ‘Miss El’. I don’t like it, just call me El.”
“How did you find yourself on that planet, El?”
El just shrugged in answer, crossing her arms.
“El, how did you get injured?” Kirk asked after a moment of silence.
El mumbled incoherently.
"Would you please repeat that, El?"
She mumbled again, and yet again Kirk asked her to repeat it.
Kirk glanced from her hand back to her face. "Fine. I won't tell. Captain's honor," he smiled tersely, putting his hand over his heart. "Spock, we need your honor too."
Spock raised a brow, before his shoulders slightly loosened in the form of a sigh. "I won't tell as well, El. Vulcan honor." He put his hand over his heart. El copied him, nodding at their promise.
"Good. Now, where's my-"
Bones had returned, a red lollipop in his hand. El took it from him- "perfect timing, Bonsey-" and popped it in her mouth before taking it out. "Look, I hate sickbays. Not your fault doc, just not a fan of them. I'm useful. I can fix things, help out some places, whatever you need. Or, if you want, I'll-“
The boatswain's whistle of the ships communications cut her off. "Captain, we are approaching the nearby planet now," Uhura's voice called out of it.
Kirk looked trouble, glancing back at the girl. "Listen, I'll stick by you, or Spock's side for now. I can earn my freedom, and I know enough about how nice it is to not abuse it. Just let me outta here, and I'll be good," she pleaded, both eyebrows raised.
"It would be the most logical thing to do, Captain. We may ‘keep an eye on her,’ as you humans say, and decide on what we must do with her.”
Kirk sighed. "Fine. No funny business, and you'll stick by me for now. Got it?" He said, standing.
“Roger that! No trouble caused, promise. It’ll be like you never found me.”
Kirk sighed and nodded. "Okay. But, again, you need to be by me or Mr. Spock at all times."
"Yes, sir!" The girl saluted and launched herself off of the bed, landing gracefully on her feet. "But first, could I have my clothes back? I'm not one for..this." She pulled at the clothes she was wearing, something akin to a baggy, blag jumpsuit.
Christine Chapel walked in as soon as she finished saying that, the mended clothes of the young girl folded neatly in her hand. "Captain, Dr. McCoy told me to bring these clothes for the girl..." she trailed off, seeing her standing.
"Thanks, blondie. Talk about good timing," she said, taking the clothes with a smirk. The four watched as she dropped the clothes on the bed, holding up her sweater. She turned it around, before nodding in satisfaction. “You guys only mended it, right? Didn’t touch anything in it?”
Bones raised an eyebrow and crossed his hands behind his back. “Is there stuff in it?”
“Nah,” she stated, undoing the buttons on the jumpsuit. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed that I run at a high temperature. This sweater has internal heaters, cause without ‘em I get super uncomfy. Can’t control my damp heat, so I gotta run ‘em high.” She stepped out of her jumpsuit, leaving her in her undergarments.
All four of the occupants to averted their eyes elsewhere as she dressed. She handed the rumple jumpsuit back to Bones, who took it with a glare. She simply winked at him.
"Thanks, guys. Pretty good at this healing stuff.”
Kirk and Spock calmly walked out of the door, El following them to the side. "Just so you know, you might want to inform Scotty that the food replicator thingy is broken. I fixed it, but it's kinda hanging on the edge," she said calmly, shoving the lollipop in her mouth.
Kirk's eyes widened in surprise, and he and Spock shared a glance. "Thank you. You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to." She bit into the candy with a loud crunch. "I've been on ship after ship and I've never seen a beauty like this one. You should be proud of yourself, Captain. I would. I also wouldn't want anything to happen to the crew of a beautiful ship like this, 'cause who would take care of her?"
Kirk softly smiled at her, puffing out his chest in pride. "Thank you. She is a truly beautiful ship, and I'm lucky to have her."
When they reached the ship’s lift, El stuttered for a second as the two men entered and grabbed the handles.
“No other way to get to the bridge?”
Spock shook his head.
El sighed, as she stuff the now empty lollipop stick in a small pocket on the side of her sweater. “Listen, I don’t do…lifts. Bad experience. I’m gonna need to ask you something, if you could.”
“What do you need?” Kirk tilted his head, smiling confusedly.
“A lift on one of your guy’s back.”
There was silence as the two processed the request, before El sighed. “Look, it’s dumb, I know, and I guess I can just try. You know what, never mind, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.” She took a step forward, grimacing as she grabbed a handle, her knuckles turning pale aw she gripped it as hard as she could.
“El.” Kirk let go of the handle and turned his back towards her. Not a moment later he felt her weight as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. A face buried itself into his shoulder.
“Thanks,” came her muffled reply.
Kirk just grabbed the handle and called out, “Bridge.” He met Spock’s gaze, who had a small upturn of the lips.
“El, next time I suggest that I will carry you, as I have three times more the strength than the average human.”
El just turned her head to the sighed and nodded, before shoving her face back in Kirk’s shoulder. “I hate lifts,” she muttered. Both men caught it, and could only wonder what had happened that caused her to despise something every ship had.
Translations:
(Du nam-tor Vuhlkansu) - You are Vulcan. (Ha, nash-veh Vuhlkansu. Uf tor du stariben nash?) - Yes, I am Vulcan. Where did you learn to speak it? (Wuh Vuhlkansu ha-tor k' nash-veh, au saven-tor nash-veh.) - I lived with a Vulcan, he taught me.
Okay people! I changed it, and hopefully this is better than the original. I really like it.
encounter(verb): to meet someone unexpectedly
Captain James T. Kirk sighed as he stumbled down the hallway, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder where Bones injected the cure to the strange virus that had infected the ship. He had torn the shirt, effectively ruining another one. The medical team had distributed the antidote in record time before Doctor McCoy had forced the entire Bridge crew at the time to end their shift early, allowing the vaccinated Gamma shift to take over. Jim stumbled again over his own feet, before a hand wrapped itself around his forearm to keep him from falling.
"Careful, Captain. As your energy is drained, it would do you no good to fall before we reach your quarters," Spock's voice told him as they continued walking to the captain's room, his hand still wrapped around the shorter man's forearm.
"You're, right, Mr. Spock." He sighed, leaning against the wall near his door to enter the code. "I'm afraid that we will be unable to play chess tonight, as I'm-" he cut himself off as he noticed his code pad ripped apart, hanging by a couple of loose wires in the wall. He instantly stood straight and completely silent, Spock doing the same. They glanced at each other before slowly creeping into the room, both men ready for a fight.
The completely dark room took a moment to adjust to, but both could make out the sight of a figure huddled in the corner near the bed, a couple of things that had fallen off the selves surrounding it.
"Lights, sixty percent," Jim called out, the lights coming on immediately.
A young girl, no older than eighteen, lay there glaring at them with big, red eyes through dark, thick lashes. She had tanned skin, giving her the look of someone from the Middle East. Her dark brown hair was tied away from her face, a dark line of red strands pulled together into the ponytail. She had dark freckles spotted all over her face, along with a long scar from her cheek stretching down into her neck, disappearing behind a white turtleneck. She had a baggy black sweater covering it, and ripped black jeans with unknown stains dotted all around the legs. All of these things were interesting, but the thing that caught the men's attention was the girl's obviously broken leg and the large cut bleeding out on her side
Jim took a step forward to help, before a hand from Spock and a noise from the girl stopped him. She had raised her upper lip into a snarl, her sharp teeth obviously not human. The noise emitting from her was a growl, sounding like one of an animal predator. The noise didn't stop until the two men took a step back, but they didn't stop there. Jim continued to walk him and his first officer backwards, out of the room, never taking his eyes off of the girl. When they were in the doorway, Jim forced them to stop.
"Spock, call Doctor McCoy, tell him to bring his bag and to get over here quickly. I'll watch the girl.”
Spock nodded and ran down the hallway to follow the orders, returning a moment later to help the Captain. They continued to stare at the girl until she started to stand, wincing visibly as she did.
"Wait, don't-" Jim took a step forward, but the girl once again started to growl. Spock put a hand on the captain's shoulder, before moving towards the girl. The growling slowly got louder, and Spock took notice of the girl's nails growing into claws.
As soon as he got close enough to touch her, the girl crouched into a fighting stance and tilted her head, watching him intently. Spock reached a hand forward, and she lunged at him.
Bones finally entered, going wide eye at the sight of Spock wrestling with a young girl. "Jim! What the hell-"
"Not the time, Bones! You got a hypo to get her sedated?!" Jim yelled at him as he watched Spock and the girl. She obviously wasn't human, as Spock was struggling to hold her down, even with the Vulcan strength that he possessed.
Bones grabbed a hypo out of his pack, quickly approaching the two. "Hold her down Spock, just...keep...her...still..." he muttered, pressing the hypo into her neck as she slowly calmed down, before slumping on the ground. Spock finally got up and Jim approached the group, bending down to examine the girl.
"Bones, I'll get her to the sickbay, Spock-"
"You're gonna do nothing of the sort, Spock here can take her to the sickbay. You need rest, and if you don't I'm going to inject you with what I injected in her," Bones commanded.
Jim turned towards his friend and CMO. “Bones, I can-“
“Sy? Tor ik du?” {Sy? Is that you?}
The three men froze and faced her. Still on the ground, the men standing over her, she peered up through glazed eyes at Spock.
“Du t'forti afer-tor nash-veh,” {You finally came for me.} she said lazily, reaching a slow hand and patting Spock’s foot, closing her eyes. Her head fell back as she fell into unconsciousness.
Bones and Jim watched, dumfounded, as Spock silently scooped the girl into a bridal carry, allowing her head to slump against his chest. “Doctor, I suggest we head to the sickbay immediately. Captain, you must stay here and rest. It is vital that you will be fully operational for tomorrow. I will inform of her condition once she is stable,” he ordered, leaving Jim’s quarters.
Bones stared after the closing door, raising an eyebrow. “She didn’t look Vulcan. No pointed ears and red blood.”
Jim put his hands on his hips and sighed. “Well, that might be why Spock was so worried. Her speaking sounded….flawless, I suppose.”
“Well, I should go before the hobgoblin destroys my sickbay. Get some rest or else I’ll take you off for a couple days.”
“You always know just what to say, Bones.”
Bones just grumbled and walked out of the room, his medical bag in hand. There was hardly anyone in the quarters, most either resting or doing jobs. He entered his sickbay to find that Spock had laid the girl on a bed and was looking at her vitals that hung over the bed.
“Well, if you wanted to help you could’ve taken her clothes off so I could fix her,” he muttered. Spock said nothing, simply took most of the clothes off of the girl, leaving her in her undergarments, setting her stuff aside to be mended. He momentarily paused seeing the multitude of scars dotted all around her body, some old, some only a month old. Spock reached for the necklace that she had one, before deciding to leave it as it might have some sentimental value.
Bones used the dermal regenerator immediately, fixing her bone and the gash in her side, as well as a fresh burn that stretched across her hand. He sighed when he was finished, scanning her over once with a small tool as Spock dressed her in the necessary jumper of a medical patient.
“Spock, what do you make of this?” He handed the instrument over to the Vulcan, who read the results and glanced at the girl.
“It seems that she’s not fully human, Doctor, especially due to the fact that her body dispelled the virus without needed one of you stomach-turning cures. Although, I suppose that would be hard for you to accept.”
“That cure saved your life! And how in the damn world does she know Vulcan? She doesn’t have any pointy ears or green blood!”
“A non-Vulcan is capable of learning the language, Doctor.”
“Then what the hell is she? Half human, half something that only God knows! You would probably know.”
A whimper drew them out of their bitching contest. The girl twitched and whimpered again, turning on her side.
“Dammit!” Bones moved to her side and flipped her on her back, where she was before. “Why isn’t the damn sedative working? Whatever the hell her other half is, it sure is stronger than you!” he told Spock, leaving the room to retrieve another dose of sedative.
Spock turned and watched him go, his hands behind his back.
“Sy?”
Spock spun around quickly(for a Vulcan) and tilted his head at the girl. Her eyes where open, but still cloudy and glazed. “Sy, du'll worla dva-tor ra pavesh-tor tor nash-veh.” {Sy, you’ll never believe what’s happened to me.}
Spock walked to her side, the girl’s eyes watching him until he sat in a chair beside her. “Nash-veh ri Sy.” {I am not Sy.}(
The girl giggled quietly. “Sy, ish-veh's nash-veh. Ish-veh pi' d'rachanya.” {Sy, it’s me. Your little dragon.}
“Spock, I’ve got it,” Bones said as he came in. He paused as the girl swung her gaze to him. Another growl was let loose, causing Spock to lean over and pin her down while Bones gave her another sedative. She struggled weakly for a moment before once again slumping.
“What was she saying?”
Spock crossed his arms. “She was mistaking me for someone called ‘Sy.’ No doubt the one who taught her the language, as she said that they called her their ‘little dragon.’”
“Little dragon, huh?” Bones repeated as he viewed a deeper scan reading he also retrieved from the other room. “Well, I can see why they called her that. Looks like her body temp’s way above the average reading for a human. Not only that, it looks like she’s a mainly meat-eating species. Sure is the opposite of you.”
“Doctor, isn’t there something that you could do to aid her health, rather than stand there and try to insult me?”
Bones huffed, swiping a finger across the pad. “She’s fifteen, a B+ blood type…..looks like she has tougher skin, too….fast healer…..and no connections.”
“Doctor, if you would please stop mumbling and-“
“She doesn’t have any parents Spock! Not from what I can tell!”
The girl stirred again. Both men fell silent and stared as she made herself comfortable, turning on her side. Bones cursed as Spock quickly flipped her onto her back.
“Doctor, I am not adverse to staying with her throughout the night. I understand that you humans require more rest than a Vulcan.”
“Vulcans still require rest, Spock? Or don’t forget that you’re half human!” he hissed, having lowered his voice as to not disturb the girl.
“Doctor, I can enter a meditative trace that is altogether more effective and restful than-“
“Fine! I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s been a long day, and us illogical humans actually need rest!” He dropped the padd down on the nearest counter and retreated from the room. “But I want to be called the moment she wakes up, and the moment something goes wrong, contact whoever’s on Beta shift!”
“I assure you, Doctor, she will be in the best of-“ Spock was cut off by the sickbay doors opening and closing, leaving him with nothing but the sound of the biobed beeping, regulating the girl’s extremely slow heartbeat. There were sounds of some people moving around in rooms nearby, the medical staff on the Beta shift.
Spock allowed himself to relax the slightest bit, releasing a breath of air that could be considered a sigh. He gently moved the chair away, gentling retreating to the nearest biobed to meditate, facing the young one. He had hardly closed his eyes before a rustling sound had him opening them to the girl, who was sitting up with a hand on her stomach, the other near her mouth.
It didn’t take him long to realize what was about to happen before he was grabbing a small waste basket under the bed that was made for this situation and placing it in front of the girl.
A horrible regurgitating sound released from her as something wet and squishy landed in the basket. Spock dutifully held it to her mouth until she was simply breathing hard. She raised her head, her hair that had come undone having curled up by the sides of her head to form a lumpy, knotted mess. Two weak, red eyes that looked more brown at the moment stared into his own as she wiped her mouth.
“Du had aushfa fi' wuh hali.” {You had rats on the ship.}
Spock raised a brow at the past tense.
“Had?” {Had?}
She said nothing, just gestured to the waste basket. Spock looked down, and indeed, there were several things that resembled limbs, bodies, and even heads of abnormally large rodents. Spock just dropped the basket down a trash cute, and retrieved two bowls of Plomeek soup, one for him and one for the girl.
She said nothing as he placed the bowls on a small folding tray over her bed, just took a spoon in hand. He took a sip first, and only then did she drop the spoon and raise the bowl to her mouth, finishing it off in seconds. She loudly dropped the bowl on the tray, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and passed out.
Spock watched her do it, and he simply finished his Plomeek soup before putting the trash away. He then returned to his meditative stance on the biobed next to her, staying until the Alpha shift arrived with the promise to take care of the girl.
*
The morning had come, and Jim found himself in the sickbay, sitting beside the girl. He had come in before his shift, letting Spock be relieved early, to watch over the kid. She looked even younger than she actually was. Spock had informed him that she was fifteen, and half of her wasn’t human. The girl scratched her face and rolled onto her side, causing Jim to sigh and push her onto her back once again. She was quite restless.
“Jim, I gotta say, what the ever loving fuck.”
“Bones!” Jim admonished him, but the doctor just rolled his eyes and handed him a padd of her vitals. Jim scrolled through them, his eyes widening.
“Her temperature-“
“Bed’s heated.”
“Blood type and loss-“
“Replenished herself.”
“And the-“
“Spock fed her. Looks like a fast metabolism, so if she doesn’t wake up soon then I’ll have to give her an IV.”
“And I’m up!” a voice chimed in. Two heads whirled to stare at the girl, who was sitting ramrod straight with a grimace.
“No. Nope. No IV, those things are so annoying and they don’t help me.”
Bones crossed his arms as his face grew grumpy. “What do you mean, they don’t help you?”
The girl stuck her chin out and copied his pose. “My body rejects food and stuff if it doesn’t go down my mouth. Weird trait of my mixed biology.”
“The girl is correct, Doctor.”
Bones jumped in the air, whipping around quickly before he leaned on the bed, a hand over his heart.
“Jesus, Spock! Don’t do that, ya damn-“
“Spock, what were you saying?” Jim interrupted quickly.
“Due to my mixed biology, my body rejects any unnaturally placed vitamins. If I do not eat them naturally, my body will simply grow sick.”
The girl nodded. “What he said. Anyway, I’m El. Pleasure to meet the famous Spock!” She held out a ta’al and grinned widely, showing off her sharp teeth.
Spock raised an eyebrow as Jim and Bones looked between the two.
“Var-tor nash-veh, wilat did du oren-tor tor stariben Vuhlkansu? nash-veh wuh wuh'rak heh goh veh tor nam-tor ulef komihn.” {Tell me, where did you learn to speak Vulcan? I am the first and only one to be half human.}
El dropped her hand and looked away. “….Nash-veh vesh' ashenau k' veh. Halovau svi' ret. Ish-veh's t'nash-veh wuh'rak gen-lis.” {I was raised by one. Traveled in space. It's my first language.}
“Mind telling us what you’re talking about?” Bones jumped in. Spock and El looked at him, before looking back at each other.
“Vulcan is her first language. That is all you need to know Doctor.”
Bones glared at Spock before turning to the Captain with a raised eyebrow. Jim grimaced and shrugged.
“Fine! It’s not like I saved her life or anything!” he grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air and walking away.
Jim turned towards the girl, who wasn’t looking at him. Instead, she was trying to brush out her hair with her fingers.
“Here,” he said, handing her a brush he replicated. She snatched it out of his hands wearily, and sniffed it. She shrugged and pulled it through her hair, muttering ‘thanks’.
Jim nodded, before he straightened up. “Do you know any other languages?”
El tied her hair up and tilted her head again, before spouting out a formula equation…in Yiddish.
Jim smiled and responded with the answer, excited to have someone to talk to in his familial language. Spock simply confirmed his answer in the same language, although Jim already knew he spoke it.
“Where did you learn…?” he trailed off as she pulled out a necklace with the Star of David on it.
“I’ve had this since I was a baby, so I decided I should honor tradition.”
Spock nodded. “A noble pursuit. I noticed the necklace when I had changed you out of your clothes earlier.”
El just shrugged. “Wasn’t that hard. It was my third language, had a friend teach it to me. Other than that I also speak Klingon, Russian, and a bit of Japanese.”
Spock raised a brow ever so slightly and sat next to Jim. “Why are you on our ship? If you were raised by a Vulcan, you should be with them. What-“
“Oh, I got separated when I was a kid, and eventually that led to me just jumping ship to ship as either a stowaway or a worker. I came across your’s at that starbase a couple weeks ago, and decided to join the ship.”
Jim furrowed his brow. “El, do you know Starfleet’s regulations on stowaways?”
El nodded and looked into the distance as she patted a rhythm against her thighs. “They will be questioned, then left on the nearest starbase for authorities to deal with.”
“Miss El-“
“Spock, for the love of everything I’ve ever seen, don’t call me ‘Miss El’. I would actually prefer to jump ship right at this moment.”
To Jim’s surprise, Spock simply nodded. El turned to Jim and smiled. Jim could tell exactly what type it was. A captain’s bluffing smile. When there was likely no way out but they had to keep calm and do what they needed to do.
“Say, Kirk, I’m really sorry about anything I did. I’ll get off your ship at the nearest planet, and you’ll never have to deal with me again.
Jim gazed into the girl’s red eyes, but he saw no deceit or cunning. Just a young girl trying to survive the horror of the world. In a way he saw, well, himself.
“No.”
To her credit, El didn’t react, just tilted her head up ever so slightly in a challenge. “Why not?”
“You’ll stay here. Now, you do have to stay by Spock and I for most of the time. Quarters will be supplied, and all charges of being a stowaway will be dropped for the fact that you’re under eighteen.”
El narrowed her eyes and the smallest sliver of gleaming teeth poked through her raised lip. “How do I know that this isn’t a trick, and at the nearest moment you’ll hand me over to Starfleet?”
Jim leaned forward, causing El to lean back. “How long have you been on your own?”
El looked away. “I got separated from the dude who raised me when I was eight.”
Jim nodded and closed his eyes for a moment, before he opened them. “You’re just surviving, correct? You didn’t mean to hurt anyone on my ship. You just needed a way from one point to another. And, from what I heard, you got rid of our rat problem instead of eating from the replicators.”
El nodded. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, or take supplies that might be needed. Although, space rats don’t really agree with my stomach.”
“I must agree with the Captain. You seem to be simply trying to survive alone in space, El. I have no objections to the Captain’s plan of having you aboard the ship.”
El smiled timidly. “Well, thank you, I guess.” She looked away and the group lasped into silence, before Jim took notice of her fidgeting hands.
“El, why are your hands so scarred?”
El snapped her head up, before looking at her hands. She chuckled. “Burns. From engineering jobs an’ stuff. But I’ve had so much worse! Here, let me show you!”
What followed next was possibly the most fascinating and worrisome three minutes of Jim and Spock’s life since they met the girl. She removed her jumpsuit, showing off each of her scars with a small explanation.
“-and I got this one from a wild beast on one planet. It looked kinda like a bear, but I beat it off!”
Jim blinked. “Well, it looks like you have a ton of stories. But, you never got to explaining that one.” He pointed towards a three inch incision against her hip bone. Her smile fell as she looked at it.
“I don’t wanna talk about that one.”
“Captain, I have the girl’s…clothes….”
Christine walked in, holding a stack of clothes. El gave her a wide smile and bounded over.
“Thanks, Blondie!”
“You shouldn’t be out of bed,” she stated bluntly, narrowing her eyes as she scanned the girl with a medical tool. El quickly got dressed, and to her credit, did stay a bit still.
“Eh, I don’t really care.”
“But I sure as hell do!” Bones walked in, glaring at all three as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I already let the hobgoblin watch her, ‘cause I trust him a damn lot more than Jim to actually alert me if something’s wrong.”
El groaned. “Ugh, come on, Bones! I can take care of myself.”
Jim tilted his head as he peered at her. “How do you know his nickname?”
“I’ve been on this ship awhile. I pick up names easily.”
Jim chuckled as Bones groaned. “Not another one!”
El’s sheepish grin turned feral as she swung herself towards the medical man, bouncing on her toes. “That’s right Bonesy! Another one!”
Jim fully laughed then, patting El on the shoulder and leading her and Spock out of the sickbay. “Thanks Bones! Thanks Blondie!”
“Go to hell!”
El laughed loudly along with the captain, and by the time they finally got to the lift did they calm down. Spock and Jim entered, placing their hands on the handles as they waited for to join them. The girl in question hesitated as she slowly stepped into the lift, before all at once rushing over to the handle beside Jim and holding onto it. Jim saw her knuckles turning white.
“Bridge.” The lift shot up, and El grabbed onto Jim’s hand with her free one. Her cheeks burned a bright red and she tried to let go.
“Sorry, sorry. Dumb, stupid reflex.”
Jim just smiled softly at her. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.”
Spock leaned forward to see their joined hands. “El, if you don’t mind me asking, what type of reflex is that?”
El shrugged, looking better than when she first entered the lift. “I dunno, I just know that sometimes, my hand will reach out and grab the nearest outreaching thing. It’s weird.”
Spock nodded. “It might come from your non-human half, El. A natural instinct deriving from it’s history.”
“Yeah, I always assumed so.” The lift doors opened as it slowed to a stop, revealing the bridge. “Would you look at that, we’re here!”
Jim and Spock let go of their handles and Jim walked forward, only to be stopped by El who was still holding onto his hand.
“Sorry, sorry, lemme just-“ She tugged hard her hand that had gripped onto the handle, and she finally let go. The force of the pull, however, sent her flying into Jim, sending both of them sprawling onto their backs on the bridge. There was silence as everyone turned to look at them, and El pounced to her feet as Spock helped his captain stand.
“Are you quite alright, Captain?”
“Perfectly fine, Mr. Spock,” Jim replied, dusting himself off.
El grinned widely and waved to everyone on the bridge. “Heyo! I’m El, I’ll be staying here for a bit. It’s really cool to-“ she stopped mid sentence and bounded over to Scotty, who had come up the bridge to check for some readings. He stood, looking at the young girl with an extremely confused expression.
“Hi! I’m El, you’re Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott, right? I love your work! I’ve been watching you work for a bit now, not creepily, but sometimes I’ll be hiding in the Lower Decks and see you work this beautiful ship. She’s amazing! I’ve been a stowaway here for a bit, but I’m not one anymore, and I just really want to talk machines with you! I love machines, and-“ she went on, and Jim wasn’t surprise when, a couple minutes later, she pulled Scotty into a talk about the ship an her abilities. Before long, the girl asked him if she could head down to the Lower Decks with Scotty, and he agreed. As long as Scotty kept an eye on her, which he readily agreed, excited to meet an engineering nerd like him.
Jim sighed. “What are we going to do with her, Mr. Spock?” he said, looking up at Spock who had placed himself beside Jim.
“I do not know, Captain. I suppose only time will tell.”
I want truthful, honest opinions on this. It’s the beginning of a fanfiction, and I don’t know whether I should keep at it. Also writing tips will help,and be as harsh as you want. I need it.
encounter(verb): to meet someone unexpectedly
Captain James T. Kirk sighed as he stumbled down the hallway, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder where Bones injected the cure to the strange virus that had infected the ship. The medical team had distributed the antidote in record time before Doctor McCoy had forced the entire Bridge crew at the time to end their shift early, allowing the vaccinated Gamma shift to take over. Kirk stumbled again over his own feet, before a hand wrapped itself around his forearm to keep him from falling.
"Careful, Captain. As your energy is drained, it would do you no good to fall before we reach your quarters," Spock's voice told him as they continued walking to the captain's room, his hand still wrapped around the shorter man's forearm.
"You're, right, Mr. Spock." He sighed, leaning against the wall near his door to enter the code. "I'm afraid that we will be unable to play chess tonight, as I'm-" he cut himself off as he noticed his code pad ripped apart, hanging by a couple of loose wires in the wall. He instantly stood straight and completely silent, Spock doing the same. They glanced at each other before slowly creeping into the room, both men ready for a fight.
The completely dark room took a moment to adjust to, but both could make out the sight of a figure huddled in the corner near the bed, a couple of things that had fallen off the selves surrounding it.
"Lights, sixty percent," Kirk called out, the lights coming on immediately.
A young girl, no older than eighteen, lay there glaring at them with big, red eyes through dark, thick lashes. She had tanned skin, giving her the look of someone from the Middle East. Her dark brown hair was tied away from her face, a dark line of red strands pulled together into the ponytail. She had dark freckles spotted all over her face, along with scars over her face and hands, which was the only visible skin, the rest covered by her clothes. Tight, black pants, a dark sweater of sorts covering what seemed to be a white turtleneck. All of these things were interesting, but the thing that caught the men's attention was the girl's obviously broken leg and the large cut bleeding out on her side
Kirk took a step forward to help, before a hand from Spock and a noise from the girl stopped him. She had raised her upper lip into a snarl, her sharp teeth obviously not human. The noise emitting from her was a growl, sounding like one of an animal predator. The noise didn't stop until the two men took a step back, but they didn't stop there. Kirk continued to walk him and his first officer backwards, out of the room, never taking his eyes off of the girl. When they were in the doorway, Kirk forced them to stop.
"Spock, call Doctor McCoy, tell him to bring his bag and to get over here quickly. I'll watch the girl.”
Spock nodded and ran down the hallway to follow the orders, returning a moment later to help the Captain. They continued to stare at the girl until she started to stand, wincing visibly as she did.
"Wait, don't-" Kirk took a step forward, but the girl once again started to growl. Spock put a hand on the captain's shoulder, before moving towards the girl. The growling slowly got louder, and Spock took notice of the girl's nails growing into claws.
As soon as he got close enough to touch her, the girl crouched into a fighting stance and tilted her head, watching him intently. Spock reached a hand forward, and she lunged at him.
Bones finally entered, going wide eye at the sight of Spock wrestling with a young girl. "Jim! What the hell-"
"Not the time, Bones! You got a hypo to get her sedated?!" Kirk yelled at him as he watched Spock and the girl. She obviously wasn't human, as Spock was struggling to hold her down, even with the Vulcan strength that he possessed.
Bones grabbed a hypo out of his pack, quickly approaching the two. "Hold her down Spock, just...keep...her...still..." he muttered, pressing the hypo into her neck as she slowly calmed down, before slumping on the ground. Spock finally got up and Kirk approached the group, bending down to examine the girl.
“Bones, I’ll get her to sickbay. Spock-”
"You're gonna do nothing of the sort, Spock here can take her to the sickbay. You need rest, and if you don't I'm going to inject you with what I injected in her," Bones commanded, leaving the room and gesturing for Spock to follow with the girl.
"The doctor is right, Captain. You should rest. I will take the young girl to the sickbay, and then I will take my rest in my quarters. Good night, Captain," Spock said before picking up the girl gently and following Bones. Kirk sighed before deciding he might as well do as they say. As soon as he's up, he'll check on the girl.
*
The morning had come, and Kirk found himself in the sickbay, sitting beside the girl. Bones had fixed her leg and the gash in her side, and as she slept she looked younger than she was. Kirk was right with his first guess, the medical scans showed that she was under eighteen, but over fifteen, female, and half human. Everything else was a mystery. Her past, her name, the other half of her species. Kirk was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Spock take a seat right next to him.
"Our shift will begin soon. I am certain that the girl will be alright, Captain. Doctor McCoy gave her the cure, and her injures have been healed," he stated, his hands still in his lap. Kirk sighed and leaned back, about to speak, Bones cutting him off.
“Her vitals are off the charts. Runs hotter than you, Spock, and I can only hope that that’s due to her half we don’t know. She woke up sometime in the night, Jim. I had injected her with the antidote earlier, and when she awoke all she did was stare at me. I gave her some food, light stuff. Soup. She inhaled it like I was gonna take it from her before passing back out."
"Food is food," a voice chimed in.
Kirk stared at the girl slowly sat up, not meeting any of the men’s eyes other than Spock’s. Her back was ramrod straight as she spoke. "Du nam-tor Vuhlkansu." It wasn't a question. Kirk glanced at Spock, who had quirked up an eyebrow in very well concealed surprise.
"Ha, nash-veh Vuhlkansu. Uf tor du stariben nash?"
"Wuh Vuhlkansu ha-tor k' nash-veh, au saven-tor nash-veh." She avoided Kirk's and Bone's eyes, keeping hers focused on Spock.
"You speak Vulcan impressively. Whoever taught you taught you well," Spock said in Standard, allowing the two human men to understand the conversation.
"Thanks, I guess. Listen, I don’t want any trouble. I just needed a ride. At the next space port or civilization with transportation that you arrive at, I’ll be out of your hair," she said, staring at Kirk right in the eye. Authoritative hazel stared into fiery red.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You're a stowaway, but if you give us some information, we can help you out. Just, simple things, like your name-"
"Call me El.”
"-your family,-"
"Don't have one,” she stated keeping her nonchalant tone.
"or, what species you are."
The girl snorted. "'Fraid I don't have an answer for that one, buddy. Don't know myself."
Kirk sighed and leaned forward slightly. “Well, El, how’s your leg? And your side?”
El furrowed her brow, tilting her head in thought. “It’s….alright, I guess. Not hurting anymore.” She grinned, turning to Bones. “But can I have a lollipop? Isn’t that something that earth doctors do, Bonsey?”
"Yeah, yeah. Hold your stowaway ass right here." Bones waved her away, heading into the second part of the sickbay.
"How do you know his nickname?" Kirk questioned, nodding towards the other room.
El sighed. "I've been on this ship a month, Kirk. I know everyone here, and the name of this beauty," she paused, looking both him and Spock up and down. "Gotta say, pretty impressed with the scraps you get yourself in and out of."
"Miss El, am I correct in assuming that you arrived at the ship two point five three months ago, when we had docked at the starbase Ares II?" Spock cut in, cocking his head slightly to the side.
El nodded. “Was stuck on that planet for a bit when I saw your ship, and the rest is history. Also, no ‘Miss El’. I don’t like it, just call me El.”
“How did you find yourself on that planet, El?”
El just shrugged in answer, crossing her arms.
“El, how did you get injured?” Kirk asked after a moment of silence.
El mumbled incoherently.
"Would you please repeat that, El?"
She mumbled again, and yet again Kirk asked her to repeat it.
Kirk glanced from her hand back to her face. "Fine. I won't tell. Captain's honor," he smiled tersely, putting his hand over his heart. "Spock, we need your honor too."
Spock raised a brow, before his shoulders slightly loosened in the form of a sigh. "I won't tell as well, El. Vulcan honor." He put his hand over his heart. El copied him, nodding at their promise.
"Good. Now, where's my-"
Bones had returned, a red lollipop in his hand. El took it from him- "perfect timing, Bonsey-" and popped it in her mouth before taking it out. "Look, I hate sickbays. Not your fault doc, just not a fan of them. I'm useful. I can fix things, help out some places, whatever you need. Or, if you want, I'll-“
The boatswain's whistle of the ships communications cut her off. "Captain, we are approaching the nearby planet now," Uhura's voice called out of it.
Kirk looked trouble, glancing back at the girl. "Listen, I'll stick by you, or Spock's side for now. I can earn my freedom, and I know enough about how nice it is to not abuse it. Just let me outta here, and I'll be good," she pleaded, both eyebrows raised.
"It would be the most logical thing to do, Captain. We may ‘keep an eye on her,’ as you humans say, and decide on what we must do with her.”
Kirk sighed. "Fine. No funny business, and you'll stick by me for now. Got it?" He said, standing.
“Roger that! No trouble caused, promise. It’ll be like you never found me.”
Kirk sighed and nodded. "Okay. But, again, you need to be by me or Mr. Spock at all times."
"Yes, sir!" The girl saluted and launched herself off of the bed, landing gracefully on her feet. "But first, could I have my clothes back? I'm not one for..this." She pulled at the clothes she was wearing, something akin to a baggy, blag jumpsuit.
Christine Chapel walked in as soon as she finished saying that, the mended clothes of the young girl folded neatly in her hand. "Captain, Dr. McCoy told me to bring these clothes for the girl..." she trailed off, seeing her standing.
"Thanks, blondie. Talk about good timing," she said, taking the clothes with a smirk. The four watched as she dropped the clothes on the bed, holding up her sweater. She turned it around, before nodding in satisfaction. “You guys only mended it, right? Didn’t touch anything in it?”
Bones raised an eyebrow and crossed his hands behind his back. “Is there stuff in it?”
“Nah,” she stated, undoing the buttons on the jumpsuit. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed that I run at a high temperature. This sweater has internal heaters, cause without ‘em I get super uncomfy. Can’t control my damp heat, so I gotta run ‘em high.” She stepped out of her jumpsuit, leaving her in her undergarments.
All four of the occupants to averted their eyes elsewhere as she dressed. She handed the rumple jumpsuit back to Bones, who took it with a glare. She simply winked at him.
"Thanks, guys. Pretty good at this healing stuff.”
Kirk and Spock calmly walked out of the door, El following them to the side. "Just so you know, you might want to inform Scotty that the food replicator thingy is broken. I fixed it, but it's kinda hanging on the edge," she said calmly, shoving the lollipop in her mouth.
Kirk's eyes widened in surprise, and he and Spock shared a glance. "Thank you. You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to." She bit into the candy with a loud crunch. "I've been on ship after ship and I've never seen a beauty like this one. You should be proud of yourself, Captain. I would. I also wouldn't want anything to happen to the crew of a beautiful ship like this, 'cause who would take care of her?"
Kirk softly smiled at her, puffing out his chest in pride. "Thank you. She is a truly beautiful ship, and I'm lucky to have her."
When they reached the ship’s lift, El stuttered for a second as the two men entered and grabbed the handles.
“No other way to get to the bridge?”
Spock shook his head.
El sighed, as she stuff the now empty lollipop stick in a small pocket on the side of her sweater. “Listen, I don’t do…lifts. Bad experience. I’m gonna need to ask you something, if you could.”
“What do you need?” Kirk tilted his head, smiling confusedly.
“A lift on one of your guy’s back.”
There was silence as the two processed the request, before El sighed. “Look, it’s dumb, I know, and I guess I can just try. You know what, never mind, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.” She took a step forward, grimacing as she grabbed a handle, her knuckles turning pale aw she gripped it as hard as she could.
“El.” Kirk let go of the handle and turned his back towards her. Not a moment later he felt her weight as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. A face buried itself into his shoulder.
“Thanks,” came her muffled reply.
Kirk just grabbed the handle and called out, “Bridge.” He met Spock’s gaze, who had a small upturn of the lips.
“El, next time I suggest that I will carry you, as I have three times more the strength than the average human.”
El just turned her head to the sighed and nodded, before shoving her face back in Kirk’s shoulder. “I hate lifts,” she muttered. Both men caught it, and could only wonder what had happened that caused her to despise something every ship had.
Translations:
(Du nam-tor Vuhlkansu) - You are Vulcan. (Ha, nash-veh Vuhlkansu. Uf tor du stariben nash?) - Yes, I am Vulcan. Where did you learn to speak it? (Wuh Vuhlkansu ha-tor k' nash-veh, au saven-tor nash-veh.) - I lived with a Vulcan, he taught me.
Star Trek TOS + Headlines!
Here is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing drawing my friend did of my OC, Elaine Christine Rothschild-Kirk, otherwise known as El, for my Star Trek TOS fanfiction on AO3, a burnt child loves the fire.
Again, she's not on tumblr, but she gave me permission to post this!
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