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Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU (New Genesis)
Summary: Everything's going downhill.
Word Count: 1400
Rating: Teen
McCoy’s uncharacteristic bout of optimism doesn’t last. Kirk’s probably entirely characteristic and predictable confidence does, but that doesn’t really say too much, either, because the sky could be falling and he’d still say they had a chance, somehow. The general mood is subdued, with only Kirk and Dr. Marcus still entirely focused, occasionally directing others in a kind of dance. It doesn’t help that Leonard is entirely out of his element, since most of what they’re doing is technical or subterfuge in nature. He’s briefly consulted about characteristics for life and how he’d even implement it, like Kirk himself had asked. As if they’ll manage to implement the failsafe in a matter of hours, even with the Vulcan’s top minds on the topic. Soon enough he finds himself with nothing to do, and no further suggestions for him to help out, which stings.
It hadn’t taken Kirk too long to discover that they appear to be cut off, because his first instinct is to call for the Enterprise. He’d barely managed a few sentences before the signal was lost and they had yet to re-establish a connection. Kirk had practically cannibalized one of the communicators to determine the problem wasn’t there before taking matters further into his own hands. Ironically, it turns out that Kirk is not afraid of getting his hands (or clothes) dirty and didn’t need to arrange anything fancy to ruin the dress uniform. He grabs both a tricorder and an actual old-fashioned wrench, seeing as the rest of the good tools were commandeered already, and dives headfirst into the communications console, heedless of grime or any other hazards.
“When are you going to write this off?” McCoy wonders. The view isn’t bad, and under other circumstances he might actually enjoy it, but he’s sadly stuck with the here and now. Where the here and now doesn’t even offer anything to keep him busy. Sure, he’d volunteered to keep an eye on the lights and other readouts, things Kirk can’t do from under the console, but an actual child could do the same thing and be just as useful. The sad reality of it is, he’s utterly useless here, and just the washed-up doctor kept around for eye candy.
“I don’t give up. I just look for alternative routes to victory,” Kirk responds brightly, popping up with a slightly infuriating smirk and wiping a smudge on his cheek. It just smears it, but if that bothers the man, he gives no sign. “That being said, you’ve got a point. This isn’t getting us anywhere. It’s not a mechanical failure, which means jamming or something on their end. Maybe Marcus is trying to make sure we can’t double check his orders, but...I dunno, it doesn’t feel right.” He actually sounds a little frustrated by the end, running his fingers through his hair and just succeeding in getting both dirtier.
“I’m surprised you’d poke around in the guts yourself,” Leonard remarks, and guesses the kind of response he’ll get the second before he does, because Kirk waggles his eyebrows like an ass.
But his tone, while a little flirtatious, isn’t half as bad as Leonard had feared. “Eh, nobody’s complained about me getting hands-on before,” he suggests, setting the wrench down and grabbing a water bottle for a swig. “Plus, like you, I don’t sit still well.”
“Then give me something to do,” Leonard growls. The smile falters a little, Kirk’s hand stilling, gaze seeking out Leonard’s gaze before he nods.
“Not that you watching me isn’t plenty hot, but you’re right. You’re good with names and research, right?” It’s just local network stuff, but it’s something.
“More busy work?” he asks with a scowl, and Kirk shakes his head, refusing to be repressed by McCoy’s bad mood.
“Not as such. Guess you haven’t noticed—nobody’s seen Harrison since the call. There’s no guarantee you’ll find anything, but my gut’s telling me he’s one of the keys to this.” If he’s feeding McCoy a plate of bullshit, he’s a convincing liar, because he’s absolutely acting like he believes it.
“I’m afraid you may be right, Captain,” Amanda announces, joining them. “I was sent to inform you that the transporter pad has been destroyed, and a thorough search has not found Harrison.”
A thrill of fear runs through McCoy. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“We’ll be fine,” Kirk states in a steadying voice, hand held out to touch.
McCoy doesn’t exactly remember what happened when they’d beamed down, but presumably it’d helped then. Now, though, he’s aware if shaky and it just pisses him off, particularly with Amanda looking at him with sympathy. “Oh, we will, will we? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re ten miles inside solid rock on all sides, and last I checked, that interfered with our glorious thrice-damned transporter, and to make sure their little science project didn’t escape, the scientists decided to seal up the original entrance, so we’re not getting out with a shuttle. Sure, we think we’ve got food and water and air, but if we’ve got a saboteur who for some reason nobody could have foreseen wasn’t keen on sticking around, we can’t be too sure of that, can we? We’re cut off and can’t call for help, and we’ve got a power-mad admiral on his way to seize a civilian’s science project that could commit genocide faster than anything humanity has ever invented. To top it off, knowing our luck, that’s gone too. That about sum it up?”
And the bastard’s smiling. “Funny. I thought you liked keeping your feet on the ground, and you just stumbled over the best excuse you’ll ever have to make sure the brass can’t reassign you anywhere else.” He holds up a hand before McCoy can start in on his reckless ass and every single unkind thought he’s ever had about Captain James T. Kirk. “Those are some pretty solid points, but you’re missing some things. We’ve got a wiz with a transporter. He is, as far as I know, the only person to manage to beam people on board a starship at warp. Scotty could pull off a miracle without a sweat. If we have to phaser our way out or rig up something to send out a message using Morse Code, we can and will. We are getting out of here, sooner or later, and I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure we wind up on the sooner end of the equation.”
Goddamn the man is good at what he does. Forget every notion he’d had previously about the man’s looks being the only qualification for leadership. Leonard might have been a little more skeptical if he hadn’t just seen the man attempt repairs with a wrench. Hell, he’d believe the man would find a shovel or a spoon if he thought it was necessary, and keep going long after a sane man would quit. “And I suppose it’s going to be just that easy, then? You even know anybody who knows something that ancient?” He’s trying to growl, but the fire’s dying and, worse, Kirk knows it.
“Who said any of this was going to be easy? I just happen to have some of the best of the Fleet and Federation on hand, and I can guarantee you Uhura will recognize Morse Code instantly and Spock won’t be far behind.” He pauses to hold Leonard’s gaze, blue eyes electrifying. “That ‘best of the Fleet’ thing includes you, by the way. Stop selling yourself short.”
“A couple days isn’t enough to get up to date—” Leonard starts protesting, only to realize those aren’t just his words. Sure, they’re every doubt and insecurity, but he’s not the only one who’s put them there.
“Knowledge is important, yeah, but it’s not everything. A computer can spit out facts. It takes a person to apply them. You know I read, so trust me when I tell you you’re one of the finest medical minds I’ve seen, and there’s no substitute for that.” And then, because that was perfectly calculated to shut Leonard up and send him reeling, he turns to Amanda. “You’re a teacher, right? Feel like lending him a hand looking for a match for John Harrison in the database?”
“We must all do our part.” She might have terrible taste, but she has a pleasant smile.
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU (New Genesis)
Summary: Everything's going downhill.
Word Count: 1400
Rating: Teen
McCoy’s uncharacteristic bout of optimism doesn’t last. Kirk’s probably entirely characteristic and predictable confidence does, but that doesn’t really say too much, either, because the sky could be falling and he’d still say they had a chance, somehow. The general mood is subdued, with only Kirk and Dr. Marcus still entirely focused, occasionally directing others in a kind of dance. It doesn’t help that Leonard is entirely out of his element, since most of what they’re doing is technical or subterfuge in nature. He’s briefly consulted about characteristics for life and how he’d even implement it, like Kirk himself had asked. As if they’ll manage to implement the failsafe in a matter of hours, even with the Vulcan’s top minds on the topic. Soon enough he finds himself with nothing to do, and no further suggestions for him to help out, which stings.
It hadn’t taken Kirk too long to discover that they appear to be cut off, because his first instinct is to call for the Enterprise. He’d barely managed a few sentences before the signal was lost and they had yet to re-establish a connection. Kirk had practically cannibalized one of the communicators to determine the problem wasn’t there before taking matters further into his own hands. Ironically, it turns out that Kirk is not afraid of getting his hands (or clothes) dirty and didn’t need to arrange anything fancy to ruin the dress uniform. He grabs both a tricorder and an actual old-fashioned wrench, seeing as the rest of the good tools were commandeered already, and dives headfirst into the communications console, heedless of grime or any other hazards.
“When are you going to write this off?” McCoy wonders. The view isn’t bad, and under other circumstances he might actually enjoy it, but he’s sadly stuck with the here and now. Where the here and now doesn’t even offer anything to keep him busy. Sure, he’d volunteered to keep an eye on the lights and other readouts, things Kirk can’t do from under the console, but an actual child could do the same thing and be just as useful. The sad reality of it is, he’s utterly useless here, and just the washed-up doctor kept around for eye candy.
“I don’t give up. I just look for alternative routes to victory,” Kirk responds brightly, popping up with a slightly infuriating smirk and wiping a smudge on his cheek. It just smears it, but if that bothers the man, he gives no sign. “That being said, you’ve got a point. This isn’t getting us anywhere. It’s not a mechanical failure, which means jamming or something on their end. Maybe Marcus is trying to make sure we can’t double check his orders, but...I dunno, it doesn’t feel right.” He actually sounds a little frustrated by the end, running his fingers through his hair and just succeeding in getting both dirtier.
“I’m surprised you’d poke around in the guts yourself,” Leonard remarks, and guesses the kind of response he’ll get the second before he does, because Kirk waggles his eyebrows like an ass.
But his tone, while a little flirtatious, isn’t half as bad as Leonard had feared. “Eh, nobody’s complained about me getting hands-on before,” he suggests, setting the wrench down and grabbing a water bottle for a swig. “Plus, like you, I don’t sit still well.”
“Then give me something to do,” Leonard growls. The smile falters a little, Kirk’s hand stilling, gaze seeking out Leonard’s gaze before he nods.
“Not that you watching me isn’t plenty hot, but you’re right. You’re good with names and research, right?” It’s just local network stuff, but it’s something.
“More busy work?” he asks with a scowl, and Kirk shakes his head, refusing to be repressed by McCoy’s bad mood.
“Not as such. Guess you haven’t noticed—nobody’s seen Harrison since the call. There’s no guarantee you’ll find anything, but my gut’s telling me he’s one of the keys to this.” If he’s feeding McCoy a plate of bullshit, he’s a convincing liar, because he’s absolutely acting like he believes it.
“I’m afraid you may be right, Captain,” Amanda announces, joining them. “I was sent to inform you that the transporter pad has been destroyed, and a thorough search has not found Harrison.”
A thrill of fear runs through McCoy. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“We’ll be fine,” Kirk states in a steadying voice, hand held out to touch.
McCoy doesn’t exactly remember what happened when they’d beamed down, but presumably it’d helped then. Now, though, he’s aware if shaky and it just pisses him off, particularly with Amanda looking at him with sympathy. “Oh, we will, will we? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re ten miles inside solid rock on all sides, and last I checked, that interfered with our glorious thrice-damned transporter, and to make sure their little science project didn’t escape, the scientists decided to seal up the original entrance, so we’re not getting out with a shuttle. Sure, we think we’ve got food and water and air, but if we’ve got a saboteur who for some reason nobody could have foreseen wasn’t keen on sticking around, we can’t be too sure of that, can we? We’re cut off and can’t call for help, and we’ve got a power-mad admiral on his way to seize a civilian’s science project that could commit genocide faster than anything humanity has ever invented. To top it off, knowing our luck, that’s gone too. That about sum it up?”
And the bastard’s smiling. “Funny. I thought you liked keeping your feet on the ground, and you just stumbled over the best excuse you’ll ever have to make sure the brass can’t reassign you anywhere else.” He holds up a hand before McCoy can start in on his reckless ass and every single unkind thought he’s ever had about Captain James T. Kirk. “Those are some pretty solid points, but you’re missing some things. We’ve got a wiz with a transporter. He is, as far as I know, the only person to manage to beam people on board a starship at warp. Scotty could pull off a miracle without a sweat. If we have to phaser our way out or rig up something to send out a message using Morse Code, we can and will. We are getting out of here, sooner or later, and I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure we wind up on the sooner end of the equation.”
Goddamn the man is good at what he does. Forget every notion he’d had previously about the man’s looks being the only qualification for leadership. Leonard might have been a little more skeptical if he hadn’t just seen the man attempt repairs with a wrench. Hell, he’d believe the man would find a shovel or a spoon if he thought it was necessary, and keep going long after a sane man would quit. “And I suppose it’s going to be just that easy, then? You even know anybody who knows something that ancient?” He’s trying to growl, but the fire’s dying and, worse, Kirk knows it.
“Who said any of this was going to be easy? I just happen to have some of the best of the Fleet and Federation on hand, and I can guarantee you Uhura will recognize Morse Code instantly and Spock won’t be far behind.” He pauses to hold Leonard’s gaze, blue eyes electrifying. “That ‘best of the Fleet’ thing includes you, by the way. Stop selling yourself short.”
“A couple days isn’t enough to get up to date—” Leonard starts protesting, only to realize those aren’t just his words. Sure, they’re every doubt and insecurity, but he’s not the only one who’s put them there.
“Knowledge is important, yeah, but it’s not everything. A computer can spit out facts. It takes a person to apply them. You know I read, so trust me when I tell you you’re one of the finest medical minds I’ve seen, and there’s no substitute for that.” And then, because that was perfectly calculated to shut Leonard up and send him reeling, he turns to Amanda. “You’re a teacher, right? Feel like lending him a hand looking for a match for John Harrison in the database?”
“We must all do our part.” She might have terrible taste, but she has a pleasant smile.
