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I picked up the novelization of Star Trek today. \o/ It's interesting to read all the bits that didn't make it into the movie.
I want to write some writing meta, but I don't know what about. Does anyone have any particular interests?
I wrote a PWP that wants to turn into a story. I hate when that happens.
FIRST LINE MEME:
Give me the first line, and I will write a drabble/comment fic.
Star Trek only, please. This will give me something to do while I don't think about the fic that wants to be written. I don't promise I'll fulfill all the prompts, but I will try to do at least a couple.
I want to write some writing meta, but I don't know what about. Does anyone have any particular interests?
I wrote a PWP that wants to turn into a story. I hate when that happens.
FIRST LINE MEME:
Give me the first line, and I will write a drabble/comment fic.
Star Trek only, please. This will give me something to do while I don't think about the fic that wants to be written. I don't promise I'll fulfill all the prompts, but I will try to do at least a couple.
Shore Leave
When Kirk realized that the words 'beam him directly to sickbay' started to roll off the tongue easily, it was time to take a break. So he declared a three day holiday and had Sulu set a course for a nice, friendly planet.
They'd come upon Yami in the past, but they'd never taken the time to truly appreciate the planet's beauty and undiscovered pleasures. The crew seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief when they docked and prepared to take shore leave.
"Bones?" Kirk asked his CMO in the transporter bay. "Do you have plans?"
"I was thinking I'd just go wherever the night takes me," McCoy said. "You coming along?"
Kirk grinned and wrapped his arm around McCoy as soon as they beamed down to the planet.
"Sounds like a plan," he answered.
***
A dozen drinks later, in a bar that reminded Kirk of Earth, McCoy was doing impressions of their Academy instructors and Kirk was laughing so hard he thought he'd split his side.
"Cadet Kirk," McCoy mimicked, "you are clearly brilliant, and yet you are not-"
"-living up to my potential?" Kirk said, and then laughed again. "If they could see me now!"
"I'm glad to see the captaincy hasn't gone to your head, Jim."
"All I care about going to my head is a few more drinks," Kirk said, waving the bartender over. He ordered another round of ... something ... for him and McCoy, then gave instructions for the bartender to leave the bottle.
It was strong stuff, stronger even than the liquor Scotty made that he wasn't supposed to know about. McCoy and Kirk were smashed by the time they saw the bottom of the bottle.
"Where're we off to next?" Kirk asked, stumbling over the words. He had his arm around McCoy and he was slurring into his neck.
"Where you wanna go?" McCoy asked just as eloquently.
"The night is young!" Kirk said. "Bring on the dancing girls!"
***
One fight later, McCoy was stumbling along with Kirk towards transporter coordinates. They beamed into sickbay and McCoy started fussing - drunkenly - and shot Kirk in the neck with a hypospray. It was supposed to be for pain, but Kirk wasn't really feeling much pain to begin with.
"You're a very good friend," Kirk slurred.
"You are very drunk," McCoy admonished.
"So're you," Kirk said. "But you're my friend so I'll allow it."
"I think we got kicked off the planet," McCoy said. "So much for shore leave."
Kirk threw his arm around the doctor and grinned. "We can have fun on the ship."
"What are you suggesting?"
Kirk leaned in and gave McCoy a sloppy, quick kiss.
Re: Shore Leave
translation: MOAR PLS.
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