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Act my Age - Scotty x reader - Part 1

“Seriously, Sis, what is in your bags? Rocks?”

“Just two,” you answer and laugh at the exaggerated expression of annoyance on his face, “Come on, Rocky, I want to check in my room and meet the science crew, before-”

“Nu-uh,” he disagrees, “Not just because you’re the Rocky in our Family, Missus Earthdigger, but also because you’re not gonna hole up with some science talk on shore leave.”

“Commander Spock asked to report to him-”

“On your first day of work, yes, which would be tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow, I don’t care. I’ve read your E-Mail.”

You hit his shoulder with your PADD.

“Don’t read my E-Mails, snooper!”

“Don’t use your birth date as a password then, you moron. And we’re twins. I’m allowed to read your stuff. I had to share mom’s womb with you.”

“You’re gross.”

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Grineer Tales: Something’s Fishy


Commander Trabuk wiped the sweat from his brow and adjusted his armor. It was just after midday, and the sun had been beating down on him and his two squadmates all day. The cooling unit in their suits had given out over an hour ago and it was still another three hours until they reached a recharge station. Gorst, Trabuk’s second in command, groaned and leaned against a scraggly tree.  

“Sir, we have to take a break. I feel like a puddle of sweat and dust, and Valgor there can barely talk! Are there any ponds along our patrol route?” Gorst complained, raising his faceplate. Valgor coughed and raised a dusty screen to his comrades. “Half a kilometer out of our route. No one would notice!”

“We’re already behind schedule, Gorst. Our captain wouldn’t like to hear we were taking breaks,” Trabuk said, subtly eyeing his empty canteen. Even to him, his words sounded hollow.

“The captain would like it even less if he heard the three of us had died of thirst halfway across these ramn plains,” Gorst said. Trabuk slowed his march at that. Thought crossed his wrinkled face, and he eventually drew to a stop.

“Five minutes to refill canteens and stretch. That’s it.” Trabuk clearly didn’t like the idea, but his men were getting unbearable on top of the burning sun. “And when we’re done, I don’t want to hear any more complaints, or I’ll requisition an atterax, understood?” Gorst and Valgor nodded with a mix of fear and excitement.

When the three soldiers crested the hill, a glimmer of crystal blue lit up their facemasks. Gorst and Valgor looked at each other and broke into a full sprint. Trabuk chased after them, yelling for them to stay in formation, but his words fell on deaf ears. Gorst was already shedding his armor in a trail towards the water. Valgor was doing his best to emulate Gorst, but had mostly succeeded in getting his head caught in his breastplate and tripping over a rock. The sound of the two soldiers cheering and their commander groaning echoed across the open plains. Trabuk was about to chastise his subordinates when his face froze.

“Gorst, Valgor,” he whispered, hardly moving.  

“Come on, Trabuk, you said five minutes!” Gorst began to protest, but he too fell silent as he followed his commander’s gaze. Behind them, Valgor finally managed to get his breastplate off. The noise it made as it hit the ground made the other soldiers turn and shush him. Before he could ask why, Valgor spotted what the others had seen across the pond. He promptly fainted.  

Sitting on a sun-baked rock on the side of the pond was an ashen red warframe. Fire swirled in tiny gouts around her hands, and smoke poured off of her in thick columns. She was perched with what looked to be a spear in her hand, her featureless face fixed on the surface of the water. She didn’t seem to react to the Grineer on the far bank. Trabuk’s hand made its way to the grip of his Ogris as he kept his gaze locked on the death machine. Before he could react, the warframe lashed out its hand and sent the spear hurtling… into the lake. Several silent seconds passed. With practiced ease, the warframe withdrew her spear, a wriggling khut-khut impaled on the end. It raised the fish to its face and held it there for another few moments, then moved it over its shoulder. A hand shot out of the smoke pillar and seized the fish. Gorst jumped and a tiny gasp escaped him. The warframe’s head snapped up and looked directly at him. From behind her, another warframe stepped out of the smoke, a thing of bones and spikes, also looking at the Grineer on the far bank. The fish in its hand appeared to be crudely grilled on either side.  

“By the Queens, what are they doing?” whispered Gorst. The warframes delicately set down what they were holding and unclipped zaws from their backs.  

“Who cares?!” yelled Trabuk, “let’s get the hek out of here!” Gorst grabbed Valgor and heaved him over his shoulders, not bothering to collect his fallen boot as he took off running after his commander. On the other shore, the two warframes looked at each other in silence and shrugged.  

An hour later, the three soldiers collapsed in a sweat-drenched heap at captain Klep’s door, each talking over each other as they tried to relay their story.

“They had vicious, hooked spears–”

“–burning them alive–”

“–caught us completely by surprise–”

“–they were brandishing weapons–”

“–we nearly DIED!”

Klep furrowed his brow and regarded the three sniveling messes before him. “You’re telling me you ran away from two warframes with fishing spears when we outfitted you with the most advanced Grineer weaponry our platoon has to offer?” Trabuk averted his eyes. “Get out of my office and report to drahk kennel cleaning at once.” The three soldiers filed out of their captain’s office with their heads hung in shame. Klep sighed and ran a hand down his face. “I swear, these warframes get weirder every year. Next thing I know, they’ll be threatening my soldiers with their blown glass art projects.”

A Comforting Hand

A/N: For @nhasablog because I love her. 

Jim sank into his Captain’s chair with a sigh, his body bruised and sore and likely bleeding internally.

“Head for the closest port Mr. Sulu,” Jim commanded. “We’re taking a shore leave.“ 

“Captain, I was unaware of any approved shore leave.” Commander Spock commented from his normal position of standing directly next to Jim.

“I just approved it.” Jim responded, running a hand over his tired face.

“But Starfleet must—”

“Starfleet must kiss my ass,” Jim interrupted. “This has been the crappiest freakin’ mission from the crappiest freakin’ planet with the crappiest freakin’ natives. We deserve a few days of shore leave.”

“As you wish Captain.” Was Spock’s reply.

“The closest port is on Aldebaran III.” Sulu replied 

Jim simply gave the man a thumbs up and with a nod from his helmsman, the Enterprise was headed toward a much needed break.

They just finished a terrible week at a planet that was going through a food shortage as well as a government coup. The moment they received the command to supply food and water, as well as medical help, Jim had panic attack. Luckily only Bones and Spock were in the conference room with him when it happened. Bones swore violently while Spock looked shell shocked. One well-placed hypospray later and Jim could finally breathe and see again. Bones wanted to bench Jim during the mission, but Jim exploded and refused to to back down. What happened on Tarsus IV was never going to happen again if Jim had anything to do with it. It was one hell of a blow out between himself and his best friend, prompting Spock to threaten to nerve pinch the two of them if they didn’t start acting ‘logically.’ It took about six hours of talking, threatening, and mild voice raising, before Bones surrendered to Jim’s wishes. Of course, the good doctor made sure Jim had a babysitter with him the whole time. Jim refused at first, not wanting anyone to know why he had to be watched, but Spock volunteered immediately and no one would question the two of them working together. The first six days went off without a hitch.

The last day, of course, was a completely different story.

The militants attacked the safe zone that the Enterprise crew had constructed, killing at least 20 unarmed civilians and three ensign’s and two security officers from the Enterprise. Jim sprang into action immediately, hitting at least 15 militants with his phaser and knocking out four of them with his fists. Of course, he was shot at least twice by primitive weaponry from the 21st century, a freaking pistol that grazed his ribs with both shots. Add that to the multiple punches, kicks, and tackles he took as they made their way across to the militant base, before Sulu ran his sword straight through the leader’s stomach, and one could say that Captain James T. Kirk was tired.

“Captain, perhaps you should visit Dr. McCoy.” Spock commented softly a few minutes later.

Jim scowled, hating the fact that he could be so easily read. He knew his pain was more noticeable than he thought. 

“I’m fine Mr. Spock.”

“Broken ribs can lead to serious damage if untreated.” Spock told him.

Jim looked up at his First Officer. “How do you know my ribs are broken?“ 

Spock merely raised an eyebrow at him.

Jim rolled his eyes, leaning sideways in his chair and closing his eyes for just a moment before murmuring, “M’fine.”

The rest of the crew remained, thanksfully, silent. Jim must’ve fallen asleep though, as he was unsure of how much time had passed when a sudden sharp pain ran through his left side. He startled, a low groan emitting through his clenched teeth as the pain increased with his movement.

“Captain I must insist—”

“M’fine Spock.”

The doors to the bridge flew open.

“Fine my ass. Why the hell aren’t you in Sickbay?” An angry Dr. Leonard McCoy asked.

“Because I’m fine Bones.” Jim answered. How the grumpy doctor always managed to know exactly when he was in pain was still a mystery to him.

Bones simply ‘humphed’ angrily as he waved a tricorder over Jim’s slumped over figure.

“Sit up straight Jim.” Bones commanded, voice firm but hands oh so gentle as they assisted Jim in sitting straighter.

Jim hissed in pain and then choked on a cry as Bones placed a hand on his ribs. 

“Lift your damn shirt and let me see what you did to yourself.” Bones growled.

“Bones, I’m f—”

“Lift. Your. Shirt.”

Jim sighed dramatically and carefully lifted his shirt. Bones swore and a few people gasped as the crew got a good look at their Captain. Jim’s entire torso was purple and blue with bruises. Gauze and some cotton wraps were taped on in certain places, blood still seeping through them. Jim winced and choked on a cry as Bones placed a hand against his ribs.

“Good lord, Captain!” Uhura exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I’ve had worse Lieutenant.” Jim replied wearily.

“Four broken ribs, internal bleeding, and two damn bullet wounds. Mr. Sulu, you have the Conn. Jim, you’re coming with me. Now.”

“Bones there’s no need, I patched myself up, I’m okay.” Jim tried to bargain, slowly and shakily getting to his feet. He swayed slightly and felt Spock place a hand on his lower back to steady him.

“Yeah and you did a really shitty job!”

“Spock would you please tell—OUCH!” Jim yelped, slapping a hand to his neck and scowling at his best friend who was holding a recently used hypospray.

“Spock?”

“Yes Doctor?”

“Catch him.”

“S’not nice ta’drug meh—” Jim slurred as he collapsed right into Spock’s awaiting arms.

ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST

Spock lifted his Captain bridal style and followed Dr. McCoy to the turbolift.

“I shall return promptly Mr. Sulu.” Spock informed the helmsman.

“Let us know how he’s doing sir.” Sulu requested. Spock nodded and the doors closed.

Spock inclined his head slightly toward the doctor as he said, “The Captain will be most displeased when he awakens.”

Dr. McCoy snorted derisively. “I couldn’t care less. The damn fool wouldn’t need to be drugged if he’d just listen to me in the first place.”

Spock did not reply as the Doctor’s logic was quite sound.

The turbolift stopped and the doors swished open and Spock followed Dr. McCoy into the medical wing of the Enterprise.

Nurse Christine Chapel took one look at Spock holding their Captain and rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, he fainted because he hid an injury again?”

“No, I drugged the brat because he wouldn’t listen. I received a call from Mr. Spock, who let me know the idiot is more injured than he let on.” Dr. McCoy replied.

“Again?” Nurse Chapel asked.

“The Captain seems extremely averse to acknowledging his limitations and injuries.” Spock commented.

“Dumb ass. Stretch him out here Spock.” Spock followed the directions, gently laying his Captain down on a biobed and then stepping aside to allow Nurse Chapel and Dr. McCoy to work.

“Thanks Spock,” Dr. McCoy said. “You can go back to the bridge now. He’s gonna be out for a few hours and by the time he wakes up his ribs’ll be fine and he’ll be back to annoying the shit out of everyone.”

“Thank you Dr. McCoy, I will inform the crew that the Captain will be back shortly.”

“Let them know he won’t be back for his shift though, I want him resting. His ribs ain’t the only thing damaged right now.” Dr. McCoy told him, the doctor’s eyes relaying a deeper message that Spock understood immediately.

Spock nodded and headed for the turbolift.

“Thank you Leonard.” Spock said softly. The emotion that was threatening to leak into his conscious was overwhelming. It was illogical of course, because the Cap–Jim…because Jim was going to be fine. Jim was not dying, and was not going to die, so logically there was no reason to be emotional. And yet, Spock felt his human heritage almost overwhelm his Vulcan heritage.

The turbolift stopped and as the doors opened, Spock took a large breath and went to the Bridge.

Mr. Sulu was the first to ask, “How’s he doing?”

“The Captain will be awake and fully functional in a few hours. Dr. McCoy and Nurse Chapel are seeing to him now.”

“Good, now maybe the idiot will actually rest.” Uhura murmured. Spock did not feel the urge to correct her choice of adjectives. Jim Kirk was indeed an ‘idiot’ at times.

“The Captain will not be returning to his shift. Dr. McCoy has ordered him to rest once he is finished with his treatment. If the Captain asks for any work please defer the call to myself or Dr. McCoy.”

Mr. Sulu snorted. “That’s gonna make him happy.”

“Mr. Sulu, if you are agreeable, I would like for you to stay at current position. I have a project to attend to.”

If Mr. Sulu was surprised or skeptical of his answer, he didn’t show it. Spock was grateful because while he didn’t lie, it wasn’t the full truth either. The project he needed to attend to in the laboratory would take three minutes, but the rest of the time he wanted to meditate and calm his frayed nerves. Spock made his way to the turbolift and was thankful when the doors shut, closing him off from the rest of the crew.

ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST

Jim Kirk was dreaming, or at least that’s what he hoped.

Because Tarsus was a long time ago…right?

But Kodos was lifting the whip again and Jim braced himself for another strike, tugging his hands from the restraints and gritting his teeth, swearing he’d never tell where his kids are…

“Jim!” One of Kodos’ cronies yelled his name, but it didn’t sound like the regular guard at this time, and Kodos never called him Jim, only James. So whoever called his name was someone new, but it sounded familiar…

“C’mon kid, wake the hell up!” The voice demanded. Jim choked on a cry as the whip cracked against his ribs.

“JIM!”

And suddenly he was in a hospital room, his arms were no longer bound by rope and Bones was looking at him with fear and—Bones?

“Bones!” Jim croaked, reaching for his friend’s arms and clutching tightly; holding them as if his own life depended on it.

“Yeah Jim, it’s me. It’s Bones.” His best friend responded calmly.

Jim was panting harshly, the pain in his ribs slowly diminishing as the realization of not being in Kodos’ hands was becoming stronger and stronger. Bones allowed him to continue clutching his arms, and Jim knew that they would bruise later. He felt bad, but not bad enough to stop using his anchor.

It was another few moments before Jim regained control of his breathing. McCoy had offered him a hypospray to help, but Jim wanted to do it on his own. This whole week his psyche had been so out of his own control and he wanted, no needed, to control it finally by himself.

“You want some water?” Bones asked when Jim’s hands were no longer clutching his arms.

Jim nodded.

Bones returned shortly and handed Jim a full glass, which Jim gulped down in seconds. “Thanks Bones.”

“You okay kid?” Bones asked.

Jim shook his head. He couldn’t verbalize what he was feeling, but with Bones he never needed to.

“You’re pretty much healed, but you’re gonna have some soreness for a few days, internal bruising isn’t as easy to get rid of as external bruising.” Bones explained, giving Jim something different to think about. “Your shift is just about over and you won’t be returning to the bridge until after the weekend.”

Jim didn’t argue.

“Sulu says we’ll reach Aldebaran III by tomorrow morning,” Bones continued. “Him and Spock are gonna get the ship and its supplies taken care of, so you and I are gonna be beach bums for three days.”

The corner of Jim’s mouth lifted ever so slightly. “Beach bums huh?”

“Nothing but sand, waves, and brandy.”

“Romulan brandy?” Jim asked.

“After last year? Yeah, I don’t think so kid. I ain’t dragging your drunk ass back to the hotel again.”

“We both know that’s not true.” Jim replied, the smile growing slightly.

Bones rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You ready to go to your quarters?”

“You mean, you’re releasing me?” Jim asked, totally shocked.

“If you wanna stay be my g—”

“No! No, I uh…I don’t wanna stay. I’m just surprised, normally you’re pushing for me to stay in Sickbay for hours after I wake up.”

“Yeah well, this is a one-time thing only,” said Bones. “Don’t get used to it.”

Jim rose to his feet with a wince, accepting the offered hand from McCoy.

“Told ya you’d be sore.”

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” Jim replied.

“Whatever you say Jim. Let’s get out of here.” Bones grabbed his PADD and followed Jim out of Sickbay. Jim’s quarters weren’t too far from Sickbay, something Bones made sure of, so luckily he didn’t have to walk too long. He punched in his code and headed straight for his own PADD, but McCoy got there first and grabbed it.

“No work.”

“Bones c’mon be reasonable.”

“I am, I let you come back to your own room didn’t I? So no work.”

“But—”

“No. Work.” Bones was using his ‘dad’ voice now. The one that had Joanna scurrying to put her toys away.

Jim rolled his eyes and went to stretch out on his bed. Bones went straight for the couch in the corner of the room, turning on his own PADD and frowning at it immediately.

“We having a sleepover?” Jim asked.

Bones snorted. “If you wanna call it that be my guest. I’m just here to make you sure you don’t die in your sleep.”

Jim chuckled softly at that. “Sure Bones.”

“Go to sleep Jim.” Bones replied, irritation and fondness in his voice.

Jim thought it was a great idea. He was still pretty tired, Bones must’ve given him the good stuff when he first came on the Bridge—

“Hey! You drugged me!” Jim said suddenly, rising to lean against his headboard as he pointed an accusing finger at the doctor.

“Yup.” Bones replied, popping his lips on the ‘p.’

“On the Bridge!”

“Good boy Jim, you can remember things.”

“In front of everyone!”

“Not the first time I’ve done that, probably won’t be the last.” Bones shrugged.

Jim sighed dramatically and went to lie down once more. “I hate you.”

“Love you too darlin’.” Bones drawled.

Jim snorted, but heeded his best friend’s earlier advice and fell asleep.

ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST

Jim was not resting the way Leonard wanted him to.

They finally arrived at Aldebaran III around 0500 and Mr. Sulu and Spock were true to their word and handled repairs, supplies, and everything else the Enterprise needed. It was their second day of shore leave when a quick nap turned into a full-blown panic attack for Jim.

Jim, Spock, and Bones had just finished a rather relaxing day on the beach, when Jim’s still healing body demanded rest and the three of them headed back to their hotel rooms. Both Spock and Leonard were uncomfortable with leaving Jim alone, so the two convinced Jim that they were simply going to enjoy a game of chess with one another while Jim slept. Bones was positive they weren’t fooling their Captain, but he didn’t complain and fell asleep rather quickly.

Twenty minutes later, Jim started screaming.

Bones scrambled to his friend’s bedside and placed his hands on Jim’s face. “Jim, wake up!”

Jim screamed louder. 

“Damnit Jim, wake up! It’s just a dream! It’s not real!” 

“Allow me Leonard.” Spock said calmly, though his face gave him away. The Vulcan reached for Jim’s psyi points and after a few moment Jim was calm. Spock removed his hands and suddenly grabbed his head, a hiss of pain leaving his lips.

“What is it Spock? What’s the matter?” Leonard asked.

“I am fine Doctor,” Spock replied after a few seconds. He straightened his posture. “Jim is in pain and taking his pain, both the physical and the mental, can cause what you humans call a ‘headache.’”

“Do you want anything for it?” Leonard offered.

“Thank you for the offer; however, I must decline. The pain is already gone.”

McCoy was quiet for a moment, he stroked his hand through the blonde hair of his best friend once, before he sighed and slumped next to the bed against the dresser.

“He’s gonna be the death of me.” McCoy muttered.

“The Captain will dream of Tarsus IV no longer today.”

“Small mercies, I suppose.” McCoy commented. “I’m glad you were able to help him.”

“As am I.” Spock replied.

“Don’t suppose you could completely take nightmares away from him permanently could ya?” Leonard asked, already knowing the answer.

“That is, regrettably, impossible.” Spock answered, and McCoy could definitely hear the regret in the hobgoblin’s voice.

“Don’t worry about it Spock. S’not your fault.”

The two men were quiet, both content in listening to the sound of Jim’s even breaths. McCoy himself must’ve dozed off for a moment, he startled awake and wince as his neck protested the movement. He looked up and saw that Jim was still sleeping and Spock moved to the couch at some point as he was currently in a meditation position on the couch.

“How long was I out?” McCoy asked.

“30.7 minutes.” Spock answered without opening his eyes.

“Didn’t even know I was tired,” said McCoy. “Takin’ care of Jim is a full-time job though I suppose. Damn brat.”

“You are not alone in your care for him Leonard.” Spock commented.

McCoy looked up sharply. He was surprised to hear the Vulcan say that. Don’t get him wrong, he knew Spock cared for Jim, hell the whole damn crew cared for him. But hearing the usually stoic Vulcan say that he cared for someone was pretty startling.

“Yeah Spock, I know.” McCoy replied, throat suddenly thick with emotion.

“Are you two gonna kiss now?” A muffled voice asked from the bed.

McCoy rolled his eyes. “Shut the hell up Jim.”

ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST*ST

Jim was sick of the nightmares, sick of the restlessness, sick of the sympathetic looks Spock and Bones gave him, and most of all he was sick of Tarsus IV controlling him.

Tarsus was almost 20 years ago.

Twenty years and Kodos still had a hold of him.

Jim scowled at his beer. He ditched the rest of the crew 20 minutes ago. He was currently sitting on the beach, looking at the stars. The night air was soothing.

“This is a very aesthetically pleasing sky.”

Jim yelped and almost spilled his beer. He turned around and saw his First Officer standing a few feet behind him.

“What the hell Spock, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“That is illogical Captain as a person cannot give another person a heart attack,” said Spock. “A heart attack is caused by—”

“It’s an expression Spock.” Jim sighed.

“It is illogical.” Spock replied.

“Yeah well, my whole damn life seems pretty illogical.” Jim muttered.

Spock tilted his head. “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.”

Jim snorted. “You know, you’re not so good at this comforting thing.”

“When comforting one Jim Kirk, make sure you have booze, hobgoblin.” A new voice commented.

Bones plopped down right next to Jim and handed him another beer.

“You’re a good man Bones.” Jim clapped his friend on the shoulder.

“Got you one too Spock.”

“Vulcan do not dr—”

“Just have a beer with us ya damn robot.”

Jim snickered when Spock scowled at Bones and slowly sat down next to Jim. Bones reached over him to hand Spock the beer.

“To shore leave.” Jim toasted, raising his bottle.

“To finally getting a break.” Bones added.

“To the survivors of Tarsus IV.” Spock stated softly.

Jim swallowed hard. “To Kevin, Thomas, Leah, Andrew, Beth, Scarlett, Darren, and Rayleen.”

“And the one who saved them all,” said Bones. “To James Tiberius Kirk.”

“To James Tiberius Kirk.” Spock repeated.

Jim said nothing as he raised his glass and the three of them took a drink.

“Thanks guys.” Jim whispered, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes.

Bones put an arm around Jim’s shoulders. “You’re not alone in this Jim.”

“Leonard is correct, we are here for you.”

Jim chuckled. “I never thought I’d see the day where you and Bones agreed on something Spock.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “Yeah well, we both agree that you’re a dumbass too so you know, miracles happen.”

“On the contrary Dr. McCoy, I do not think the Captain is a ‘dumbass’ as you say.”

"Thank you, Spock, see Bones? Someone loves me.”

“I think the Captain is merely lacking in most brain function.”

“Hey!”

Bones laughed at that. “Jokes on you kid!”

“You both suck.” Jim pouted.

Bones poked him in the side, making Jim squirm and he turned to curse at Bones because he knew he was ticklish, but the look in Bones’ eyes told Jim that running was going to be his best choice.

And so, he ran.

“C’mon Spock, I think Jim needs some laughter in his life.” Bones called.

“No! Leave me alone!” Jim shouted.

Strong arms wrapped around his middle and soon Jim and Bones were crashing into the sandy floor. Bones wasted no time and digging his fingers into Jim’s sides.

“Bohohohohohones! Nohohohohohoho!” Jim immediately started laughing, pushing at his best friend’s hands.

“It’s been too long since you’ve laughed, kid.” Bones grinned down at him, moving his hands to Jim’s neck. Jim screeched and scrunched his shoulders, trying to block the demon doctor’s hands.

“Spohohohohock! Hehehehehelp!” Jim begged, but of course the Vulcan was a damn traitor and he simply knelt beside Jim’s legs and squeezed right above his kneecaps.

“TRAIHAYHAYHAYTOR” Jim yelled, kicking his legs out.

It tickled so damn much, and Jim could barely breathe. Bones was a bastard and so was Spock. This wasn’t the first time he had been tickled silly by the two of them, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. His knees were one of his worst spots and the two jerks knew it. Bones of course choose that moment to move towards Jim’s hips and suddenly his loud laughter turned silent.

Bones clawed at his hips, raking his short nails over the bones. Jim couldn’t even fight back anymore. He simply melted into the sand and accepted his fate.

It was a few more minutes before Bones and Spock ceased their attack. Jim lay there in the sand giggling like a maniac while residual tickly feelings made their way through his body.

“I hahate you guhuhuys.”

“Love you too kid.” Bones laughed, ruffling his friend’s hair.

“I too, care deeply for you Jim.” Spock added.

“Thanks guys.” Jim said, a genuine smile on his face. And for the first time in over a week, Jim felt peace.

Identity

Sometimes Shepard wakes up at night and rolls over to shake Garrus by the shoulder. In slurred, sleep-heavy speech she asks him, “Am I really me? After everything?”

Sometimes he hears the fear beneath her words, the memory of a woman with her face and an emptiness where a soul would be. He remembers the way that Shepard reached her hand out to pull that hollow woman back to safety - and the way that woman flung herself to her death, with nothing to live for and no identity. He remembers the way Shepard stared in the mirror such a long time that night, how she examined the place where a scar used to bisect her eyebrow. He remembers taking her in his arms and telling her, “You’re Shepard. The one and only. Believe me, I can tell.”

But at times when the night is long she still whispers, “Am I really me, Garrus?”

Sometimes he holds her tightly, presses a kiss to the curve between her neck and her shoulder, and whispers, “Yes. You’re Shepard, and I love you.”

Sometimes, though, he can’t keep from simply saying, “…I should go.”

The resultant pillow to his face is always worth it.

vgkcody  asked:

First of all , CONGRATULATIONS ON 1000 YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH! Seriously, your writing is amazing, and you are super great. For the fic requests, Washington being happy and not a prisoner just hanging out with the reds and blues, or best friends Connie and Wash being happy and hanging out or generally doing anything together because they're my ultimate bro ship.

In which Washington tries to enjoy the sunshine and Connie decides to bother him because he looks too comfortable and it’s her job not to let that kind of shit go on. This is basically their friendship

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