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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2018-02-14 09:23 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2018-02-14 09:23 pm
Entry tags:
- boyce,
- cambion!au,
- chekov,
- fanfiction,
- gaila,
- holiday episode,
- james t kirk,
- m'benga,
- pike,
- scotty,
- spock,
- star trek,
- sulu,
- uhura
Just One Big Party
Because romantic love isn't the only important kind of love. Happy Valentine's, all!
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU
Summary: Jim gets ready for Valentine's Day...
Word Count: 2016
Rating: Gen
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU
Summary: Jim gets ready for Valentine's Day...
Word Count: 2016
Rating: Gen
Between one thing and another, Jim loses track of time. He notices some of his crew’s actions in the background, such as Uhura ordering an ancient book of Earth poems (probably to give to Spock; Jim recognizes it as a more intellectual one George had left him and then Frank had sold it just like everything else…the memory’s a little bittersweet) and Spock getting one on the Vulcan language (practical).
Scotty’s involved in something surreptitious in the supposedly secret distillery, and had actually proceeded to freak out when he’d shown up to inspect Engineering on the sneaking suspicion that if they’ve been quiet too long there’s probably an explosion in the works. When he explains his concerns, his Chief Engineering Officer looks torn between guilt and the need to defend himself, but the hot-headed Scot doesn’t actually say anything, which is even odder. He finally tells Scotty that the man will be held responsible if anything explodes, since he’s not willing to explain to his superior officer. Scotty looks guilty but even more tight-lipped than ever, so he leaves the man to whatever it is.
Janice orders a bunch of different types of coffee, even some from the research station on Mars. He was pretty sure she hadn’t gotten involved with someone new since that last Ensign turned out to be an absolute idiot and dishonorably discharged (and, well, he would’ve done a lot more if she hadn’t convinced him it was fine), but he absolutely understood ordering yourself a gift because you weren’t getting one from anyone else, and if anyone needed that coffee and even deserved it, that person was Rand.
M’Benga receives something that looked suspiciously like a mid-twenty-first century hoverboard, which was nuts. He had a hard time imagining the doctor acting like some teenage punk, but then, maybe that was part of the whole reasoning behind it. Geoffrey really, really liked to mess with expectations.
Sulu smuggled an entire—well, it was close enough to an apple tree, and M’Benga had proven, as close as could possibly be proven in science, that they would have no ill effects on a majority of the humanoid species on board ship, and the few who were allergic or had other reactions only did so upon ingestion, so he’d signed off on its being on board. It was better than the giant, sneaky carnivorous bush. Seriously, waking up with that thing trying to eat several of his crew members and then having to climb through service ducts in his pajamas (he’s getting into the habit of wearing at least more practical clothing to sleep in, because being a Captain pretty much means he’s on call all the time) is not an experience he wants to repeat. At least Sulu had looked sheepish, for once, though he holds no delusions that his helmsman had actually learned anything, or that one of Sulu’s ‘pets’ won’t try to murder them all at some point down the line.
He actually catches Gaila in his quarters at some point. She had to have hacked her way in, which is, even for her, kind of impressive. He chases her out and down the corridor, and his crew are treated to the rare sight of their Captain tearing down the halls after an Engineering genius, the both of them giggling like idiots. He’s hyped up on the adrenaline when he returns to his quarters, feeling refreshed just from the exercise and carefree nature of the action. It’s rare he gets to just goof off like that, and as much as he actually loves the responsibility of being in charge, it’s nice to be able to forget that for a bit. Immediately after he returns to his quarters, though, he goes over everything to find whatever practical joke she’d pulled. He doesn’t find anything, and eventually writes it off. He trusts her, anyway. Whatever she’s done can’t be too bad.
He can’t exactly make out what Chekov wants with an early twentieth century wristwatch, but when he asks, Pavel just blushes heavily. It’s amusing, but he also doesn’t want one of his youngest crewmembers to feel too uncomfortable or unwelcome, so he just claps the man on the shoulder and wishes him good luck. His navigator blushes even brighter, enough that he’s probably visible from Earth, but he gets whispered thanks anyway.
He’s picked up some sort of delicacy for every single person on the ship, plus Chris and Phil, though delivering them all might turn out to be a bit of a logistics problem, even for the genius he is.
Sulu gets candied chestnuts.
Chekov gets Parkin, a British treat that he’ll probably claim is Russian in origin to mess with everybody. Assuming that small, sly smile meant what Jim thought it did.
Spock, as far as he could tell, liked his small taste of honey he got from consuming a little of one of Uhura’s dishes, so Jim’s going out on a limb and getting him a very small amount of baklava.
He gets her Kaimati, samples a few, and hopes they’re a taste of home.
He doesn’t get much information about Orion delicacies that aren’t alcoholic or aphrodisiacs, but he remembers how she’d reacted when he brought her banana pakora once and figures it’ll do.
M’Benga, who he still has a harder time reading than even Spock, gets spicy hot chocolate, because it’s slightly less creepy than those scorpion snacks they still have.
Scotty gets bannock, which had actually been relatively simple to make.
He gets a hundred year old gin bottle and gives it to the cook under the strict orders that the majority of the bottle make it into some sort of home-cooked Dutch snack for Ensign Giezen. Most of the time, he would’ve just given the recipient the bottle, but despite the argument of some of his crew members that they’re legally allowed to drink in their home countries, they’re not even on Earth. (Most starships don’t have a ship’s cook, but Boyce had insisted one be appointed on the Enterprise due to the fact that even if he has his preferences stored the food replicator still manages to get him to have an allergy attack now and then.) The cook since wrangled a few people off duty into helping, and they’re the only ones who know about the whole plan, really. They’d been necessary to get all the supplies and requisitions and stuff.
Hendorff gets, well, a cupcake. Along with a short note saying that it’s actually from a famous bakery, please don’t throw it away, they’re actually really good. He doesn’t call the guy cupcake anymore, obviously, but he can get his jokes in.
Chapel gets some cheesecake.
Janice gets sesame red bean balls. He’s tempted to steal a few, too, because Rand is usually the one in charge of feeding him when he’s not paying enough attention to do so and so he's picked up a few acquired tastes from her, but she does enough work that he leaves her food alone. (He’s pretty sure Boyce talked to her specifically about that.)
Chris will eat just about everything assuming he’s not allergic to it (while he’s not, say, Jim’s level, he does have a few odd allergies and knows how to deal with the condition) but as an inside joke Jim had sent some scones and clotted cream.
He remembers Boyce going on and on about Turkish delights one day, so it’s easy to know what to get the old doctor.
It’s hard, but he’s been going through and getting four hundred thirty four different snacks for everyone on board and family off it. It’ll be worth it in the end.
He’s also mucked with the duty roster, so that everyone who’s not single gets some time off to spend with their partner of choice. That’d been a bear to keep Spock from knowing. Still, he’d wanted to do all of this before now, but it was difficult enough getting it done with a year’s preparation, and they’d been on or near Vulcan for a lot of the holidays last time, anyway. Those who didn’t have their significant other on board are scheduled to each have some time to send a message.
He is not expecting his alarm to go off with some twentieth century pop classic that makes him smile, the day of. There’s a piece of pumpkin pie on his desk, complete with freshly made whipped cream, which is something he hadn’t been expecting, either. It must be Pike, really. Pike plus some co-conspirator on board. The man was the only one who knew about the first food he’d had when he was off T-IV. It was still a good, solid choice, something he can always eat no matter how bad he feels, because it’s something he didn’t have on the planet. It keeps him in the present.
Next to it is a very homemade looking bottle of alcohol, which he recognizes as one of the bottles Scotty and Engineering use. It’s eggnog, with just the smallest of touches of rum, just how Jim likes it. He’ll even drink it straight, unlike most of the people he knows. And it doesn’t have cloves, his tastebuds inform him, which is good for his continued breathing.
The combination is probably not meant to be eaten for breakfast—and that gives him a bit of a start, because it means someone had to hack in or override the door lock when he was asleep. Gaila, probably.
There’s a note on his desk in Spock’s immaculate hand stating that the shifts had been altered, and no complaining will be taken into consideration. He is to go take a long, warm water shower, which Gaila and the rest of Engineering had arranged for. It’s this point where he begins to suspect that they’ve all been plotting without him again. Which, well, that’s all fine and good, but he hates being left out. Just ask anybody.
When he arrives on deck, late but in a more buoyant mood than before, uniform pressed and crisp and smile on his face, Spock easily relinquishes the chair. “Happy Valentine’s!” all the officers say in unison, like they practiced (sneaks probably did, honestly) and Spock nods toward the two books next to his chair, a hoverboard balanced against it, antique wristwatch and apple positioned artfully on top. Rand appears at his elbow with a cup of coffee. It’s all he can do to stop from grinning ear to ear. “If you’re all wondering about the basket, I brought goodies, too. Thanks, though, seriously; I mean it.” He gives each their treats, and it’s amusing to note that Sulu’s the most excited, given his usual stoic nature. “You better have saved some of that coffee for yourself, Janice. You deserve it.” She salutes him with a second cup.
“The cooks informed us of your plans, although they did not disclose specifics,” Spock explains, producing a fork from somewhere and daintily cutting into his baklava at the science station. “It was only logical that we reciprocate.”
Uhura nods proudly. “By the way, Captain, we received a transmission from Dr. Boyce. Apparently he has good news about the ceremony and would like to debrief you on it sometime in the near future? Chief Engineer Scott would like you to know that he’s also made several improvements to the Enterprise, because she deserves some love too.”
He takes a big bite out of the apple-like fruit. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Send a reply—I’ll be there when he can convince Starfleet to align our schedules. Also tell Mr. Scott he is absolutely correct.”
She turns back to her station, smiling, and sends the messages before biting gently into one of the special donuts. “These are actually very well made, Captain Kirk. Thank you.”
The rest of them echo that, and he finishes chewing the bite before he rolls his eyes. “Come on, we’re just going to keep telling each other thanks. Let’s just consider everyone thanked and move on. The cosmos is waiting.”
Sulu nods. “Aye, Captain.”
Scotty’s involved in something surreptitious in the supposedly secret distillery, and had actually proceeded to freak out when he’d shown up to inspect Engineering on the sneaking suspicion that if they’ve been quiet too long there’s probably an explosion in the works. When he explains his concerns, his Chief Engineering Officer looks torn between guilt and the need to defend himself, but the hot-headed Scot doesn’t actually say anything, which is even odder. He finally tells Scotty that the man will be held responsible if anything explodes, since he’s not willing to explain to his superior officer. Scotty looks guilty but even more tight-lipped than ever, so he leaves the man to whatever it is.
Janice orders a bunch of different types of coffee, even some from the research station on Mars. He was pretty sure she hadn’t gotten involved with someone new since that last Ensign turned out to be an absolute idiot and dishonorably discharged (and, well, he would’ve done a lot more if she hadn’t convinced him it was fine), but he absolutely understood ordering yourself a gift because you weren’t getting one from anyone else, and if anyone needed that coffee and even deserved it, that person was Rand.
M’Benga receives something that looked suspiciously like a mid-twenty-first century hoverboard, which was nuts. He had a hard time imagining the doctor acting like some teenage punk, but then, maybe that was part of the whole reasoning behind it. Geoffrey really, really liked to mess with expectations.
Sulu smuggled an entire—well, it was close enough to an apple tree, and M’Benga had proven, as close as could possibly be proven in science, that they would have no ill effects on a majority of the humanoid species on board ship, and the few who were allergic or had other reactions only did so upon ingestion, so he’d signed off on its being on board. It was better than the giant, sneaky carnivorous bush. Seriously, waking up with that thing trying to eat several of his crew members and then having to climb through service ducts in his pajamas (he’s getting into the habit of wearing at least more practical clothing to sleep in, because being a Captain pretty much means he’s on call all the time) is not an experience he wants to repeat. At least Sulu had looked sheepish, for once, though he holds no delusions that his helmsman had actually learned anything, or that one of Sulu’s ‘pets’ won’t try to murder them all at some point down the line.
He actually catches Gaila in his quarters at some point. She had to have hacked her way in, which is, even for her, kind of impressive. He chases her out and down the corridor, and his crew are treated to the rare sight of their Captain tearing down the halls after an Engineering genius, the both of them giggling like idiots. He’s hyped up on the adrenaline when he returns to his quarters, feeling refreshed just from the exercise and carefree nature of the action. It’s rare he gets to just goof off like that, and as much as he actually loves the responsibility of being in charge, it’s nice to be able to forget that for a bit. Immediately after he returns to his quarters, though, he goes over everything to find whatever practical joke she’d pulled. He doesn’t find anything, and eventually writes it off. He trusts her, anyway. Whatever she’s done can’t be too bad.
He can’t exactly make out what Chekov wants with an early twentieth century wristwatch, but when he asks, Pavel just blushes heavily. It’s amusing, but he also doesn’t want one of his youngest crewmembers to feel too uncomfortable or unwelcome, so he just claps the man on the shoulder and wishes him good luck. His navigator blushes even brighter, enough that he’s probably visible from Earth, but he gets whispered thanks anyway.
He’s picked up some sort of delicacy for every single person on the ship, plus Chris and Phil, though delivering them all might turn out to be a bit of a logistics problem, even for the genius he is.
Sulu gets candied chestnuts.
Chekov gets Parkin, a British treat that he’ll probably claim is Russian in origin to mess with everybody. Assuming that small, sly smile meant what Jim thought it did.
Spock, as far as he could tell, liked his small taste of honey he got from consuming a little of one of Uhura’s dishes, so Jim’s going out on a limb and getting him a very small amount of baklava.
He gets her Kaimati, samples a few, and hopes they’re a taste of home.
He doesn’t get much information about Orion delicacies that aren’t alcoholic or aphrodisiacs, but he remembers how she’d reacted when he brought her banana pakora once and figures it’ll do.
M’Benga, who he still has a harder time reading than even Spock, gets spicy hot chocolate, because it’s slightly less creepy than those scorpion snacks they still have.
Scotty gets bannock, which had actually been relatively simple to make.
He gets a hundred year old gin bottle and gives it to the cook under the strict orders that the majority of the bottle make it into some sort of home-cooked Dutch snack for Ensign Giezen. Most of the time, he would’ve just given the recipient the bottle, but despite the argument of some of his crew members that they’re legally allowed to drink in their home countries, they’re not even on Earth. (Most starships don’t have a ship’s cook, but Boyce had insisted one be appointed on the Enterprise due to the fact that even if he has his preferences stored the food replicator still manages to get him to have an allergy attack now and then.) The cook since wrangled a few people off duty into helping, and they’re the only ones who know about the whole plan, really. They’d been necessary to get all the supplies and requisitions and stuff.
Hendorff gets, well, a cupcake. Along with a short note saying that it’s actually from a famous bakery, please don’t throw it away, they’re actually really good. He doesn’t call the guy cupcake anymore, obviously, but he can get his jokes in.
Chapel gets some cheesecake.
Janice gets sesame red bean balls. He’s tempted to steal a few, too, because Rand is usually the one in charge of feeding him when he’s not paying enough attention to do so and so he's picked up a few acquired tastes from her, but she does enough work that he leaves her food alone. (He’s pretty sure Boyce talked to her specifically about that.)
Chris will eat just about everything assuming he’s not allergic to it (while he’s not, say, Jim’s level, he does have a few odd allergies and knows how to deal with the condition) but as an inside joke Jim had sent some scones and clotted cream.
He remembers Boyce going on and on about Turkish delights one day, so it’s easy to know what to get the old doctor.
It’s hard, but he’s been going through and getting four hundred thirty four different snacks for everyone on board and family off it. It’ll be worth it in the end.
He’s also mucked with the duty roster, so that everyone who’s not single gets some time off to spend with their partner of choice. That’d been a bear to keep Spock from knowing. Still, he’d wanted to do all of this before now, but it was difficult enough getting it done with a year’s preparation, and they’d been on or near Vulcan for a lot of the holidays last time, anyway. Those who didn’t have their significant other on board are scheduled to each have some time to send a message.
He is not expecting his alarm to go off with some twentieth century pop classic that makes him smile, the day of. There’s a piece of pumpkin pie on his desk, complete with freshly made whipped cream, which is something he hadn’t been expecting, either. It must be Pike, really. Pike plus some co-conspirator on board. The man was the only one who knew about the first food he’d had when he was off T-IV. It was still a good, solid choice, something he can always eat no matter how bad he feels, because it’s something he didn’t have on the planet. It keeps him in the present.
Next to it is a very homemade looking bottle of alcohol, which he recognizes as one of the bottles Scotty and Engineering use. It’s eggnog, with just the smallest of touches of rum, just how Jim likes it. He’ll even drink it straight, unlike most of the people he knows. And it doesn’t have cloves, his tastebuds inform him, which is good for his continued breathing.
The combination is probably not meant to be eaten for breakfast—and that gives him a bit of a start, because it means someone had to hack in or override the door lock when he was asleep. Gaila, probably.
There’s a note on his desk in Spock’s immaculate hand stating that the shifts had been altered, and no complaining will be taken into consideration. He is to go take a long, warm water shower, which Gaila and the rest of Engineering had arranged for. It’s this point where he begins to suspect that they’ve all been plotting without him again. Which, well, that’s all fine and good, but he hates being left out. Just ask anybody.
When he arrives on deck, late but in a more buoyant mood than before, uniform pressed and crisp and smile on his face, Spock easily relinquishes the chair. “Happy Valentine’s!” all the officers say in unison, like they practiced (sneaks probably did, honestly) and Spock nods toward the two books next to his chair, a hoverboard balanced against it, antique wristwatch and apple positioned artfully on top. Rand appears at his elbow with a cup of coffee. It’s all he can do to stop from grinning ear to ear. “If you’re all wondering about the basket, I brought goodies, too. Thanks, though, seriously; I mean it.” He gives each their treats, and it’s amusing to note that Sulu’s the most excited, given his usual stoic nature. “You better have saved some of that coffee for yourself, Janice. You deserve it.” She salutes him with a second cup.
“The cooks informed us of your plans, although they did not disclose specifics,” Spock explains, producing a fork from somewhere and daintily cutting into his baklava at the science station. “It was only logical that we reciprocate.”
Uhura nods proudly. “By the way, Captain, we received a transmission from Dr. Boyce. Apparently he has good news about the ceremony and would like to debrief you on it sometime in the near future? Chief Engineer Scott would like you to know that he’s also made several improvements to the Enterprise, because she deserves some love too.”
He takes a big bite out of the apple-like fruit. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Send a reply—I’ll be there when he can convince Starfleet to align our schedules. Also tell Mr. Scott he is absolutely correct.”
She turns back to her station, smiling, and sends the messages before biting gently into one of the special donuts. “These are actually very well made, Captain Kirk. Thank you.”
The rest of them echo that, and he finishes chewing the bite before he rolls his eyes. “Come on, we’re just going to keep telling each other thanks. Let’s just consider everyone thanked and move on. The cosmos is waiting.”
Sulu nods. “Aye, Captain.”