bridge2sickbay drabbles of 2010-01-10 :)
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syredronningI'm really incredibly tired this week, so the drabbles of Sunday evening come late. I only managed two rounds, both with Pike. Problem is that my muses are currently in novel-length modus, so I write 30 minutes like mad, then post, then try to catch up with the new prompts... it's more stress than fun at the moment :(
I also should note that in my Draws universe, Winona is not a positive figure, so whenever I write her and Pike in ficlets, it gets all kinds of strange.
Pike/McCoy - Resolve to come out with their relationship
There are many good reasons to keep that thing they've got going a secret.
There are far less reasons to keep it a secret even for their few best friends.
They talk about it, once in a while, never in depth. It's much easier not to think about any consequences of their actions, especially for all those months during which that thing between them defied definition.
Now it's almost three years and they're running out of excuses. It's a goddamn relationship, one they intend to keep, that's why Pike makes sure McCoy gets assigned to the Enterprise (and not just because McCoy is the best, but it helps that he is). It's more permanent than they'd ever have assumed when they'd first met in that cruising area and had edgy, hot sex together. They'd recognized each other afterwards, and there had been that awkward moment in which they had to decide whether to pretend it never happened or to go with it.
Pike gave McCoy his comm. code. McCoy called four days later. Things developed ever since.
Now it's only weeks until the end of McCoy's last semester, and they lean against the handrail on Pike's balcony, Pike's hand loosely resting on the doctor's hip, when Pike says, "I never made a New Year's Resolution before, but I think I'll make one this time around."
"Isn't it a bit late?" McCoy mutters. "It's almost spring."
"It's the time I want it to be," Pike says with a careless wave of his other hand, as if he can make the world stop rotating – and sometimes McCoy believes he could, just like Jim. "And I'll make my resolution now. On the day of your graduation, we're going to tell them."
"Them?"
"Everyone."
"Right. You'll step in front of the hall and say, oh by the way, I fuck Doctor McCoy." McCoy wonders how much whiskey Pike had had tonight, then wonders how many he had because he suddenly thinks it's a great idea.
"I actually thought about saying something like, by the way, this ass is mine, so keep away all your greedy medical and command track cadets and all you officers, too."
"You are drunk," McCoy states.
"A little," Pike agrees, leaning against him. "All right, I'll think of something better to say, but I mean it. No reason to hide for another day after graduation, right?"
"Right," McCoy says, not really believing a word, but how do they say? It's the thought that counts. "Right."
***
Pike, George Kirk, Winona - Winona resolves to tell George that she knew about his affair with Pike
They hadn't met in twenty-five years. They hadn't talked in twenty. They hadn't exchanged some pointless Christmas cards in fifteen.
Jim joined Starfleet – because of Pike. Fucking damn Pike.
If Jim had died over Vulcan, Winona would never have forgiven him.
Actually, she doesn't think she ever forgave him, now that she thinks of it, thinks of the things she knows and had pushed into the back of her brain, hid away like her old poetry album.
She's still resolved to keep the past in the past when she sees pictures of him in that wheelchair. He paid, fine.
She isn't resolved anymore when they meet on a reception a year later, and he may carry a crutch but he's walking well enough, at least until they crash at the bar together.
"I did it," she says after the fourth whiskey, although she's not nearly drunk enough to use it as excuse. She nods as she sees his confused gaze. "Remember the New Year evening before the Kelvin launched? The evening when George was not with me but in San Francisco, with one of his usual good excuses? I was sitting at home with Sam and my parents and I swore to myself, I'd end this farce one way or the other."
His gaze changes, turns to ice. Anger still looks good on him, Winona admits - the interesting way he's able to internalize emotions, until they only show in his voice and those sharp, grey-blue eyes.
"I resolved to tell George that I knew about you. That I've always known, from the first day, because George, God help me, was a lousy liar. He was so lousy, he could've just written the dates when you met in our family calendar. I have no fucking clue why such an intelligent asshole like you could think he'd be able to hide the affair from me."
His face is a façade by now, even his gaze guarded, unwavering.
"And, did you tell him?"
"I did, and I told him that it's either you or me. And damn if he didn't know you'd never even have wanted him in your life, given how busy you've been with your career." She leans a little forward, her lips almost meeting his. "Guess what he chose."
"He chose you, so what?" he answers coolly, kicking back another glass of whiskey.
"He didn't choose me – he chose you! He was stupid enough to think you'd change your mind, once he'd be available."
He's looking suddenly so pale, so vulnerable. She got under his skin and she'll cradle this moment of victory forever in her memories. "But he never -" he said slowly.
"He didn't choose me, but he chose the child I was carrying. He chose what you would've never been able to deliver. And he died for it. The tragedy to end all tragedies." She slips down from the chair.
"I don't want to see you ever again, and I promise – if Jim dies out in space because of you, I'll come and haunt you till the end of your days."
"You've always been a little melodramatic," he says, the eyes back to blue, lips lightly pursed. The victorious feeling dies. She should've known that nothing really would be able to penetrate the armor this man has around his emotions.
"I was never melodramatic," she replies. "Good night, Chris."
It's when she's almost out of the bar and turns back for a glance, not knowing what she's hoping for, when she sees his lowered head and the way he's curling on the bar stool and decides that maybe, after all, this man has a heart too that could break.
***
I also should note that in my Draws universe, Winona is not a positive figure, so whenever I write her and Pike in ficlets, it gets all kinds of strange.
Pike/McCoy - Resolve to come out with their relationship
There are many good reasons to keep that thing they've got going a secret.
There are far less reasons to keep it a secret even for their few best friends.
They talk about it, once in a while, never in depth. It's much easier not to think about any consequences of their actions, especially for all those months during which that thing between them defied definition.
Now it's almost three years and they're running out of excuses. It's a goddamn relationship, one they intend to keep, that's why Pike makes sure McCoy gets assigned to the Enterprise (and not just because McCoy is the best, but it helps that he is). It's more permanent than they'd ever have assumed when they'd first met in that cruising area and had edgy, hot sex together. They'd recognized each other afterwards, and there had been that awkward moment in which they had to decide whether to pretend it never happened or to go with it.
Pike gave McCoy his comm. code. McCoy called four days later. Things developed ever since.
Now it's only weeks until the end of McCoy's last semester, and they lean against the handrail on Pike's balcony, Pike's hand loosely resting on the doctor's hip, when Pike says, "I never made a New Year's Resolution before, but I think I'll make one this time around."
"Isn't it a bit late?" McCoy mutters. "It's almost spring."
"It's the time I want it to be," Pike says with a careless wave of his other hand, as if he can make the world stop rotating – and sometimes McCoy believes he could, just like Jim. "And I'll make my resolution now. On the day of your graduation, we're going to tell them."
"Them?"
"Everyone."
"Right. You'll step in front of the hall and say, oh by the way, I fuck Doctor McCoy." McCoy wonders how much whiskey Pike had had tonight, then wonders how many he had because he suddenly thinks it's a great idea.
"I actually thought about saying something like, by the way, this ass is mine, so keep away all your greedy medical and command track cadets and all you officers, too."
"You are drunk," McCoy states.
"A little," Pike agrees, leaning against him. "All right, I'll think of something better to say, but I mean it. No reason to hide for another day after graduation, right?"
"Right," McCoy says, not really believing a word, but how do they say? It's the thought that counts. "Right."
***
Pike, George Kirk, Winona - Winona resolves to tell George that she knew about his affair with Pike
They hadn't met in twenty-five years. They hadn't talked in twenty. They hadn't exchanged some pointless Christmas cards in fifteen.
Jim joined Starfleet – because of Pike. Fucking damn Pike.
If Jim had died over Vulcan, Winona would never have forgiven him.
Actually, she doesn't think she ever forgave him, now that she thinks of it, thinks of the things she knows and had pushed into the back of her brain, hid away like her old poetry album.
She's still resolved to keep the past in the past when she sees pictures of him in that wheelchair. He paid, fine.
She isn't resolved anymore when they meet on a reception a year later, and he may carry a crutch but he's walking well enough, at least until they crash at the bar together.
"I did it," she says after the fourth whiskey, although she's not nearly drunk enough to use it as excuse. She nods as she sees his confused gaze. "Remember the New Year evening before the Kelvin launched? The evening when George was not with me but in San Francisco, with one of his usual good excuses? I was sitting at home with Sam and my parents and I swore to myself, I'd end this farce one way or the other."
His gaze changes, turns to ice. Anger still looks good on him, Winona admits - the interesting way he's able to internalize emotions, until they only show in his voice and those sharp, grey-blue eyes.
"I resolved to tell George that I knew about you. That I've always known, from the first day, because George, God help me, was a lousy liar. He was so lousy, he could've just written the dates when you met in our family calendar. I have no fucking clue why such an intelligent asshole like you could think he'd be able to hide the affair from me."
His face is a façade by now, even his gaze guarded, unwavering.
"And, did you tell him?"
"I did, and I told him that it's either you or me. And damn if he didn't know you'd never even have wanted him in your life, given how busy you've been with your career." She leans a little forward, her lips almost meeting his. "Guess what he chose."
"He chose you, so what?" he answers coolly, kicking back another glass of whiskey.
"He didn't choose me – he chose you! He was stupid enough to think you'd change your mind, once he'd be available."
He's looking suddenly so pale, so vulnerable. She got under his skin and she'll cradle this moment of victory forever in her memories. "But he never -" he said slowly.
"He didn't choose me, but he chose the child I was carrying. He chose what you would've never been able to deliver. And he died for it. The tragedy to end all tragedies." She slips down from the chair.
"I don't want to see you ever again, and I promise – if Jim dies out in space because of you, I'll come and haunt you till the end of your days."
"You've always been a little melodramatic," he says, the eyes back to blue, lips lightly pursed. The victorious feeling dies. She should've known that nothing really would be able to penetrate the armor this man has around his emotions.
"I was never melodramatic," she replies. "Good night, Chris."
It's when she's almost out of the bar and turns back for a glance, not knowing what she's hoping for, when she sees his lowered head and the way he's curling on the bar stool and decides that maybe, after all, this man has a heart too that could break.
***
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Date: 2010-01-13 10:27 pm (UTC)I love Pike/McCoy :)
And that image of Pike at the bar at the end as Winona looks back, wow very powerful!
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Date: 2010-01-14 10:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-13 11:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-14 10:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-13 11:59 pm (UTC)Okay, Pike really needs the t-shirt version of that. LOL
Such a great story too, I still haven't figured out how these two are going to out themselves to Kirk, never mind the rest of the 'Fleet, and the desire to be recognized here is just wonderful.
The second was brilliant as well, Winona is such a vindictive bitch (she sees pictures of him in that wheelchair. He paid, fine. Ouch. So cold.) and that glance back to see Chris so heartbroken but reservedly so... wow. Poor Chris.
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Date: 2010-01-14 10:32 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the ficlets, thanks for the feedback! :)
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Date: 2010-01-15 03:20 am (UTC)And I've got to say, I LOVE your new Pike icon. Yum.
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Date: 2010-01-15 10:35 am (UTC)Looking forward to your scenarios! You could write the story in a format of "two ways it could've happened and the one way it did happen" which would be different to the style of the series so far but then, your McCoy-jerks-off story was different too. Artistic license FTW :)
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Date: 2010-01-15 04:12 pm (UTC)Neat idea, but yeah, it would be very different to my usual, and in each of the three cases the reveal is embedded in one of the three stories I've already got planned (as in, it's gonna happen during either Recuperation, Reminiscence, or Rapprochement) and I'd like to keep the structure of those stories intact otherwise. And hopefully blow Kirk's mind for at least a moment. *g*
but then, your McCoy-jerks-off story was different too.
Strangely, I never would have thought of it as different, but I see what you mean now I think of it. I've got a completely unplanned Pike/McCoy PWP in the works right now that's going to end up much the same insofar as its a porny interlude that still deals with the same situation/relationship as the rest of The Wind and Its Satellite but is really an excuse for a plotless break. ;)
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Date: 2010-01-15 07:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-15 10:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-31 09:08 am (UTC)That hurt!
In an entirely good/bad way. I generally really, really hate infidelity fics, but for some reason I decided to read it anyway. And it hurt.
And now I want to hug Pike.
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Date: 2010-01-31 10:57 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-02-14 03:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-14 10:36 am (UTC)Glad my personal life has less of these aspects ;) *transfers all her pain onto some characters*G*