Discussion in 'Non Star Wars Fan Fiction' started by Mira_Jade, May 21, 2011.
Aww, this is so cute!! I love how you weave it together
Jade_eyes: A more perfect tune she could be humming, I would not begin to imagine. I am glad you enjoyed these, Deb!
Nat: Aww thanks. It was fun trying to tie them together like that, and I am glad the style worked out.
Now, to play a little more catch-up . . . (And, a thanks to Maser_Jay for creating the character of Audrey Pearce, because sometimes that girl can be a lifesaver to the muse. )
Week XIII: ?if you could be my slow and steady?
Sometimes, having a Captain who thought the Enterprise to be a toy ship, and the people aboard toy soldiers worked out for the worse rather than the better. While Christine Chapel could imagine serving under no other, she knew there were times when his CMO could be downright tired of using paste and tape to make the toy soldiers marching worthy once more.
Softly, Christine poked at McCoy's shoulder ? determined that if she couldn't get him to go back to his cabin, then at the very least she could get him to sleep in one of the biobeds rather than at his desk.
Deep south born and bred, McCoy really didn't mind bugs. But still, the nasty specimens on Rahn Oog were rather . . . large . . . and squishy upon the forest floor after Jim Kirk was done with them.
Christine glared at the carcass that her boots had slipped on. A curse upon your family, her glare said, and McCoy almost laughed at the way the fierce scowl wrinkled her nose. Instead, he reached out to help steady her, ?Careful, there darlin',? he drawled, and her smile flickered ? like sunshine on a creek ? before she wrapped her small fingers around his.
Sometimes, Nyota still dreamed of Serillious. She dreamed of a mind composed of millions, and herself lost in the mountains, in the mists, unable to escape; unable to flee. Unable to breathe.
She awakened with her breath high in her throat, smothering her; her fingers forming claws in the bedsheets. Out of reflex, she would move a few inches to the right, not even completely awake, but seeking out the heat of him as his mind wrapped around hers ? soothing. Her fingers unclenched, and instead moved to over the pulse of him ? warm and steady until she could sleep once more.
?Your husband died a hero, ma'am.?
The words were spoken with pity ? with sympathy. Winona hated that tone; hated the words even more. She wanted nothing of the title of hero ? the lives saved and the day won. She had wanted to be greedy ? she wanted to hold the child in her womb for just a little while longer, storm the bridge and hold her husband, and demand that the universe provide them a crack to slip through. Just one corner to shadow them.
But now she has a fatherless boy, and the mantra of hero an awful and ripping thing upon her tongue.
Her first shore leave after . . . knowing, Audrey Pearce slipped down an aisle of baby products. She was still queasy ? a thousand futures terrifying her. Her . . . Kirk . . . a family.
Holding a can of mashed baby food, she made a face at the formless matter within. After all - she wouldn't feed that to a rat, let alone her child thankyouverymuch, and the ferocity of the thought stunned her ? made her curl a hand over her stomach as her breath caught in her lungs ? battle ready.
Yes . . . she was having this baby, and the Gods help anyone who ever tried to harm what was hers.
This is sweeta perfect set for Spock and Uhura
Oh Miranda -- Monsters -- oh yum! Oh, sigh. The instinctive reach, and the instant solace! !!!!!!!!
Angel girl still has plagguey dreams ... you don't have a time reference -- i.e., two days -- three months --
Some things leave their mark and pop back at you unbeknownst even when you think they have no cause to. I may have to indulge a bunny about that, somehow, in my You Box Moments.
Oooh, the Len/Chris ones. Very nice solicitousness there on each end.
Brave Winona -
Rats - AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Audrey's like a twin of Mara in the sweet and wonderful maternal protectiveness.
Twins, indeed. And the only ladies worthy to be love by our two blue eyed farmboys
Rats was amazingly sweet!! And I love the Bones/Christine interaction
earlybird: Why, thank-you.
Deb: Well, Monsters was all your fault in the first place with your 'Dreams' ficlet. And yes, I do channel the Mara Jade muse when I steal Audrey, that is for sure! Even down to the blue eyed farmboy . . .
Nat: Why thank-you. The rats one was my favorite one to write.
Week XIV: ?I could have swam to the current of that tide?
(UDC I. Week Nine. Prompt 41.)
It was night on the Enterprise, and the twin tumblers between him and Bones were long since emptied of their bourbon once, and then twice again.
And Kirk broke the silence by saying: ?I think that I may have liked his life.?
He imagined he would have liked his mother's eyes minus their weight, and his past straight and steady instead of a winding road that had somehow dropped him here. He'd like, someday, to just maybe find that man in himself, reflected.
McCoy merely snorted, and said, ?I don't see much of a difference there, myself, kid.?
(UDC II. Week Twenty. Prompt 96.)
?She's really taken a liking to you.?
Spock raised a brow at her words, but did not move to correct her. In his hands, the kitten that he had been holding purred contentedly, butting her head against his fingers in order to seek more caresses. Nyota smiled at the easy way he indulged her.
?She does seem content,? Spock said. ?And I am not adverse to her company.?
?I think she's adorable,? Nyota came out with the words Spock couldn't quite say.
Spock exhaled ? feline and Vulcan, but he made no move to answer her ? whether to agree or disagree.
(UDC III. Week Five. Prompt 24.)
There was a powerful explosion of Sardel VII from a toxic mixtures of heated gasses. The rockface blew apart, and the cut of it was like glass. While McCoy was able to see to those injured, Spock had a small scar on the top of his wrist that would remain the rest of his life.
Kirk looked at him oddly as he pulled the sleeve of his uniform down.
?Captain?? Spock inquired as to the look.
?It's nothing,? Kirk tried to smile, brushing his thoughts away. ?But . . . the older you ? the other you . . . he had that exact same scar.?
(UDC IV. Week 15. Prompt 74)
After their first mission, Kirk finally told his mother about the spin of time they were living in.
Winona's eyes were heavy afterwords with memories Kirk could not share. He tried to imagine a family, real and complete, but found it a hard thing - even with the understanding he had worked to build with his mother in the last few years.
And then, Winona surprised him by whispering, ?I bet she was as proud of you as I am,? like she was letting go of a great secret. And inside, Kirk felt something long healing finally close over.
(UDC V. Week 2. Prompt 9)
She and Spock make their home on Vulcan II easily enough. Their home came together ? a seed on a planet of growing things, a new haven found.
Nyota was hanging up curtains when Selek came to visit.?You had curtains quite like these in my time,? he remarked, fondly. ?I did not care for them then, either.?
?Spock didn't say he didn't like them,? she returned, smiling.
?No, I do not believe he would have,? Selek agreed, his old eyes far away; but there was a lightness there ? forging over new bonds where he had only known those of old.
* When Jim comes to think of it, even though the route has been circuitous, he'll doubtless find he wouldn't trade the pros and maturity he's gotten this way versus the other.
I've been wracking my brain -- in what TOS thingy did Spock procure a cat? I know Data had one
* Interesting parallel of locale of the scar even if the cause was different.
* Aww! Sweet!
* LOL! Selek has gained a wonderful gift - knowing his alter is fulfilled in a splentabulous way and another nuance to the beauty and privilege that is Ny's friendship
Awww, Audrey thanks you!
Anyways, I love these two sets. I loved the rats one (of course) but you captured her mentality perfectly!
And that last set, I love everyone's view on their other life. So many infinite possibilities.
Jade_eyes: I think that his cat was more of a head fanon for me based on this scene here. Spock and a cat just works. I had a lot of fun playing with time in this one - in more ways than one.
Master_Jay: Oh, Audrey is a blast to write! Thank-you for creating such an amazing character to play with.
And some more catch-up from me . . .
Week XV: "your waves and vices completed in the sky"
Spock wondered if this was a form of greed, this wanting.
Once a week, he would sit down for precisely thirty minutes and share with T'Pring. While he did not dislike speaking with her, there was nothing particularly outstanding in her conversation ? he enjoyed the shape of her features, the sound of her voice ? but he did not crave them. He did not thrive upon them. Their bond whispered, when he would see it scream.
If his mind put forth another face ? another voice, then he was one to linger 7.16 seconds longer than appropriate on the thought before dismissing it.
Nyota Uhura knows that this was a form of envy.
In a moment of weakness she had searched T'Pring on the holonet. To her surprise she had found a gifted astrobontanist ? and quite a lovely woman at that, seemingly spun from marble and ebony, and just as cold to match. Almost unwillingly, she imagined cool fingers and cool skin and a cold caress, empty but for a link at their minds ? a silver cord where Nyota imagined that such a thing should be a river of flame ? like star fire, eternal.
On the monitor, T'Pring's empty eyes mocked her thoughts.
Gaila Falen-raz was no stranger to the more carnal arts of life. Many ? human and ignorant ? would call her greedy, a whore. But she was not bought, and she selected the men she entertained in her bed ? the spectrum of colors that kept her psyche whole and thriving.
Kirk was different than most. He was an empty place to her senses ? so white hot and gold, like a star burning itself out, unsure of where to shed her light. And she could handle the heat of him ? the whole of him, until he found a place in the night sky.
He was distracted, more often than not, T'Pring knows.
Spock was still attentive ? polite and sincere, but his mind was far from hers, and lost upon something else ? someone else. All she could glean from him was a warm pair of human eyes, and an emotion so bright and fervid that it burned. Admiration ? desire, such an intense passion that baffled her. For a long moment she held the feeling close ? examined it, and found she could not explain it. Could not explain the burning in her throat and the stiffness to her breath. Eventually, she no longer tried.
James T. Kirk was no stranger to pride ? to arrogance. Indeed, he embraced it, courted it until he knew the whole of the vice like his own skin.
And sometimes, such rashness left those next to him bruised as he struck out to save them all.
?One of these days, your arrogance is going to kill us all,? Nyota said softly from her vigil post at the Vulcan's biobed. Her eyes were shadowed. ?But for now . . . I am thankful for you pulling us out alive ? once more.?
Burning, Kirk felt the weight of expectation even more than his pride.
Pride - hopefully, it is not the arrogance of Alexander, Napoleon, or Anakin Skywalker Hopefully, it is the strength and stubborn courage of Luke, of every hero with vision
Gluttony lyrical stuff and insightful. I like to think of Gaila as a fine prelude to the symphony that is Audrey Pearce !!!!
Speaking of -- - don't get me started because you don't have to
Avarice - Envy - Lust -- yes! yes! yes! yes! Nyota's got game, game, game! Everyone else might as well go home
Like trying to wring love from granite - in lieu of the warmth, the realness -- the utter sweetness ... !!
Like going to a dried-up well (ah! the bitter disappointment) when a river is there, shimmering, filled with water, crystal clear waters of yum!
These just made my day!
Sadly derelict in my reviews, I stand before you asking forgiveness.
Doom and Peril are funny because I can see Bones thinking Star Wars as less fantasy and closer to reality. A story is a story, but it?s no longer science fiction for him.
As Spock mused aloud about the properties of photon charges and laser technology, Kirk and Sulu?s eyes turned in a way McCoy could only describe as reverence. Needless to say, the last film was abandoned to get the science experiment underway. Even the Vulcan looked intrigued at the possibility.
I loved this in Shadow. Leave it to Spock to no point out the impossibility of carbon freeze and the simplicity of actually building a lightsaber.
I quite enjoyed this little story.
?Helping her would add another five minutes and eighteen seconds to his delay. And so...?
Already running late, and feeling slightly bad about it, Spock thinks nothing of adding time to his tardiness to assist the ailing Uhura. This was sweet.
I also liked that he could hear the tune she was humming in his head when he finally arrived at Pike?s.
Toys-Yikes this sounded like wartime triage. I was sure it was Bones? pov from the start, but having it be Christine showed how well in tune she is with her CMO.
Bugs- ?A curse upon your family, her glare said, and McCoy almost laughed at the way the fierce scowl wrinkled her nose.? Nicely done, Mira. I really enjoyed the allusion to a potential romance between them.
Monsters- I really am thankful to have read the touching moments from this week. Spock?s mind touching hers even as she is not yet awake and comforting her is amazing.
Heroes-quite a turn on what the word would normally evoke. But Winona?s grief and even a little bitterness comes through very well. The universe can, indeed, be unfair.
Rats- Quite the momma bear, Audrey Pearce. The prospect of the child?s father being Kirk should make her fiercely protective.
More to come...
Aaah, how did I miss one?
Rebirth: Poor Kirk! It?s nice that Bones is there with him.
Destiny: CAT!!! Okay, I?m back I love the hints of romance here. And the cat
Glass: Woah, creepy!!
Resolved: Poor Winona! But that was so lovely, too
Other: Cute! (Is Selek Spock Prime?)
Avarice: Spock is so cute!!
Envy: Ah, Google/FB stalking. It?s nice to know people do it in the future, too
Lust: This one is a bad sad?she doesn?t understand what that feeling is or know how to feel it.
You did a great job with these prompts!!
Awww, that was perfect fit to those prompts! I love them all!
But I hate T'Pring! Like loathe her.
Now you make me wanna somehow incorporate her! Just to prove to Spock Nyota is the one for him.
(Thank God I am getting cable and internet back Friday!)
Jade_eyes: Oh yes, Kirk's arrogance grows and matures as does the rest of him. And I knew you'd have a blast with the rest of them@ Gaila is always a fun character to write, and T'Pring was an interesting route to explore without resorting to bashing (while fun. ). There's such a difference between writing her and Nyota.
brodie: It is good to see you here! And no apologies are needed - these are here for you to enjoy whenever and wherever. And that being said, thank-you for the thoughtful recaps! I really enjoyed reading every word of them.
Nat: Yep, Selek is Spock Prime. It gets a little foggy when writing to constantly have to say 'the other Spock' or 'the older Spock.' We're going to give the guy a complex. And yeah, that set was an insane amount of fun to write - playing with time always is. Some things will never change with time, I fear - and google stalking is one of them.
Master_Jay: I think that T'Pring has a role and it is played - and that role is definitely to show how rich and rewarding a bond with Nyota could be. At least, in my very biased shipper view. As always, thank-you for dropping in, and thank goodness for internet connections!
Author's Notes: In the interest of catching up, I have two weeks for the price of one here.
Week XVI: ?and fists were closed tight over words?
The first time Nyota punched a boy, she had been six years old, striking in response to a rude word (children's games, children's taunts) about her sister.
Afua had ran home with tears in his eyes, and Nyota had stood proudly in the middle of the path, holding her bloody knuckles. Later, she had murmured a sheepish explanation to Akilah, and suffered through the lecture in return. (The power of words, spoken over struck.)
But still, after her mother had left, her father had hugged her close, and conspiratorially showed her how to throw a proper punch without damaging her own fingers.
While her major was spoken tongues, every cadet in Starfleet learned the basic of self defense and simple combat.
Nyota practiced her routines in the steady dim of the early morning gym. And, one morning, Professor Spock stopped her, a critical eye on her posture that caused an odd heat to flush through her ? adding to the sweat which already beaded on her brow.
?Cadet, if I may ? You may find a slight adjustment here,? hands, whisper soft at the small of her back, forming her posture into something he approved of. ?And here,? a pressure at her elbow, ?will improve your effectiveness exponentially.?
?That doesn't sound like a good noise, Mister Scott.?
?That noise is suppos'd to sound that way, Captain!? Scotty was quick to assure, making a quick and urgent gesture to Keenser as a coolant line violently released steam into the air. The smaller officer rolled his eyes, but nonetheless scrambled to do as told.
Fire rocked the great ship around him. In the depths of the engineering deck, another crash sounded - a counterpoint to the hissing steam.
He rolled his eyes heavenwards, and cursed Sulu's evasive piloting.
?And that, Mister Scott??
?I swear I can fix that too!?
Kirk stared with his mouth open at the screen, not believing when the code before him spelled out his defeat. Since his first day as Captain, he had made it a goal to beat his pilot in the flight simulators ? and their well meant rivalry had become well known the whole ship round.
He shook his hair out of his helmet as if it had been actually mused, his eyes narrowed crossly.
And Sulu only smirked. ?Do you really think that you are the only one who can reprogram a simulated test to turn the odds in their favor??
Onboard the Enterprise, exercise routines and combat instruction continued on as it did at the Academy. And really, Nyota reflected, it was a meeting of true minds ? Spock showed Kirk and Sulu the physical routines of Suus Mahna, if not the spiritual, and Sulu demonstrated swordsmanship. Often, their combat sessions drew many onlookers.
While Nyota was able to keep her own interest professionally veiled (smooth white muscles, like wind on the snow), at her side, Audrey Pearce was much more open and vocal about her approval . . . that was, right before she joined in to show the guys how it was really done.
Week XVII: ?and starlight gives hope a fine path to follow?
In the beginning there was a ship.
She had been dreams and ideals forged into bolts, and molten iron poured into molds with starlight and space bright travels in mind. For so long she had been held down to the Earth as the men scrambled around her ? giving form to her ribs and a ripple to her skin.
And yet, it was not until she took to flying that first time when she was given her pulse ? her breath and lungs. The ether of her star.
In the end there was a man, and to him, the Enterprise was everything.
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Pow and Pop! The first is so what Nyota would do and why. As for the latter, oh yes! Sheer yum for the significant others, I have no doubt!
Bang! -- even a platonic touch is electric! Woohoo!
Inception -- wow! Wonderful writing there.
Babe and Network - I can feel the pride in both - of one passing on a legacy and one taking it up
Avatar - breathtakingly moving.
Traffic -- What's sweetie so absorbed in--touristy stuff, or work stuff? On a date? !! Baby's goose is cooked, if so.
And how Nyota does bask in the small details of the play of sunlight, etc. Who wouldn't? !!!!!!!!!!!
2 for the price of one, I'm up for that any time as in 24/7.
Pow: Go Nyota! Power in both.
Bang: I?m trying to find a that?s-what-she-said joke. Does that make me 10?
Boom: Suuuure, Scotty
Zap: Go Sulu
Pop: Nice to see this set come full circle!
Inception: That was really, really beautiful
Babe: Yes they are I like seeing Pike in the mentoring role.
Traffic: Funny and cute
Love these. All prompts leading to the essence
I love Nyota. I really do. She is one tough cookie. She is fascinating in that she at once fierce and powerful and feminine and sexy. I enjoyed Pow greatly.
I also liked Boom? Scotty's I can fix that comment didn't instill the greatest confidence when the ship seemed the falling down around him.
In week 17, I was impressed with both Kirk's acceptance of duty and Pike's acceptance that he would not be with his padawans, so to speak.
I look forward to more, Mira.
These were awesome!
I loved loved Boom. Only because I totally see Scotty doing that.
And Pop? Pow? Whichever, I loved because of the last line. Totally Audrey thing to do.
And the last set.
Great job! Any chance we will see any more viggies from you?
She is one tough cookie. She is fascinating in that she's at once fierce and powerful and feminine and sexy.
YES! YES! YES! And she doesn't have issues surrounding being all those things. She shows them freely - she's comfortable in her own skin and she radiates this inner beauty that draws all into her orbit like one of Newton's other universal physical laws...
By all that is holy, she really really really really deserves every iota of love Spock showers upon her.
I totally have it bad don't I?
Jade_eyes: As always your enthusiasm is catching and a blast to read! It's great to have it bad when it is done so in pairs.
Nat: I didn't realize that it was that much of a 'that's what she said' moment until you pointed it out. Oi. As always, thanks for the wonderful breakdown, I enjoyed reading your thoughts.
earlybird: Why thank-you.
brodiew: Thank-you! I agree, Nyota is a beautiful character, and it really is a blast and joy to write her.
Master_Jay: Girl power for the win! Yep, after the drabbles die down I will definitely need a new outlet for the Star Trek muse. I was thinking of a viggie series for any and all of the characters . . .
For Week 18, I am experimenting with the idea of telling a story backwards. Feel free to tell me whether or not the style is too off, or if it works for you - I am kind of intrigued. And then, this week was totally prompted by Master_Jay's latest set of drabbles, and I am plot stealing shamelessly. They were made of brilliance, and if you haven't read them, you should. Like now.
Only two more weeks to go after that.
Week XVIII: we hung our dreams on the very stars
James T. Kirk held the stare of George Kirk like a reflection.
Few that Christopher Pike knew, had such a direct gaze ? cloudless and clear, like a winter sky after a storm. George had had that same simple stare ? but his was an open honesty, unused to seconds and feints and the darker seams of life. James ? Jim, he preferred ? had the sharp gaze cut of one who knew the cruel side of the universe's blade.
But in both, there was that wanderlust ? reflecting the stars - and it was that that truly drew Pike and spurred his challenge on.
Winona's voice came soft and clipped to her son, dropped from her mouth like rainwater from a weeping roof. It was only time, she had always known, before her star straying eyes took George's wandering feet off upon her son's body. Jim was a restless soul, and she had long since given up claim upon his path.
Jim's nod was slow, as if waiting to hear her blessing ? any word from her. But Winona had only her silence.
And then he turned, his shadow black against the starlight as he walked the path that had took everything from her.
?You're leaving again??
The voice of the little boy in the door of her room was very soft, as hesitant as the wind ruffling over a sleeping field. Winona stilled upon hearing it, her hands pausing in where she was tucking her uniform into her traveling case.
?I'll be back soon, Jimmy,? she said without looking at the boy. ?Just this last tour.? One last walk amongst the stars, where she hoped to loose herself in memory and starshine. Maybe then she could purge her heart of its melancholy.
Jim looked dubious, but took her parting embrace with his small arms trembling.
?And you, Mrs. Kirk, how are you doing since the last time we talked??
Miss, she can read the correction in the psychiatrist's eyes. Winona had corrected her in that first session, and had not allowed the woman to call her by any other title since.
She had to stop herself from thinking of George in the present tense, she still knew. Just earlier with Pike at headquarters, she had said: ?My husband, he is . . .? and stopped herself, tongue twisting on her slip. ?He was . . . Once was. No more.?
And so she answered: ?As well as can be expected,? and left it at that.
?The prototypes for the Constitution class ships were released today. Did you happen to see them? They were a thing of beauty,? Christopher Pike, three years behind George and Winona spoke of the future of Starfleet as he would a lover ? wondrous and enthralled.
Sprawled in the grass, eyes tangling with the night sky, George shrugged at his friend's words. ?I don't much care for the boat they stick me on ? just give me the stars.? He turned to his fiancÃ©e. ?And you, of course.?
Winona answered his easy affection with a smile, pressing closer to him, and claiming his warmth as her own.
Great format Mira.
Touching and heart-tugging Your use of the prompts is superb and even your theme title is lyrical
You have a way with prose that reads like unrhymed poetry and slips through your fingers like silk.
Now I'm doing it! LOL
As for your ensemble crew viggies, I'm up for it. I'm up for anything you write - oh you who introduced me to all things Castle, Who, and thor-ish
But your P&P is what I'm chomping at the bit for. I'm just about to read a novel from Jane Fairfax's POV written by Joan Aiken.