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Breathless

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Pairing: ReaderXBones

Prompt: “Is your heart rate always this high or do I bring it out in you?”

Word Count: 972

Rating: Teen+

Beta’d: No

Written for the Write Away The Winter Blues Challenge

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Author’s Note: This was definitely a bit of a challenge for me as I’ve never written a reader insert fic. I enjoyed writing this and hope you enjoy reading it.

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It’s been the kind of week at Starfleet Medical that you’d heard of during your time at the academy, after the explosion near the shipyards and the shuttle craft that crashed outside the academy every bed has been occupied. Being the head nurse to Doctor McCoy has it’s ups and downs, but most of the time it’s great and you’ve worked well together since the beginning.

This week has just been something else, between running from one patient to another and ensuring the doctor has everything he needs, you just knew you were forgetting something. With things finally calming down you step into the turbolift headed back up to the sixth floor one more time. Three young men step in after you talking quietly amongst themselves. As the lift begins moving you brace yourself against the railing, suddenly lightheaded. The young man in a white jumpsuit turns to face you. “Are you alright?”

You glance up and give him a slight smile, “I’m fine. Just been a long week.”

“When it rains, it pours.”

Laughing you nod, “I wouldn’t mind a temporary drought right about now.”

The doors open and the three men step out. You close your eyes and lean your head back hoping the lightheadedness will go away. Not eating or sleeping properly for seventy-two hours is finally catching up with you. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming to a stop you open your eyes and smile. “Fancy meeting you here Doctor McCoy.”

Pressing a button on the panel, he glances back and cracks a smile as the lift begins moving once again. “Hello there. I thought you’d gone home hours ago.”

“I tried, but then Kelly needed help and Samuel asked if I’d drop something by the lab for him and well, one thing lead to another and I’m still here.”

The doors open and he moves aside to let you out first. “After you ma’am.”

Smiling you take a step forward, but as you step out of the lift the lightheadedness turns to dizziness and you reach out to brace yourself on the doorframe. McCoy puts a hand on your shoulder. “You feeling okay? You look a little pale.”

“Just a little dizzy, nothing serious.” you say shaking your head.

He moves beside you and takes you by the arm, “When’s the last time you ate?” he asks as he guides you away from the turbolift.

“I had a handful of crackers about 16 hours ago…”

He shakes his head, “Before that?”

You look down at the floor knowing what his reaction will be and not wanting to look him in the eye. “I think I ate breakfast three days ago.”

“That’s what I was afraid you were going to say. Have you at least been drinking enough?”

You nod and look up into his eyes. His tone was gentler than you had expected and his all too familiar scowl replaced with a look he reserved for the more troubled patients in his care. His arm around your waist holding you steady, you can’t help but think of all the times you’d dreamed of finding yourself in this position, you look down feeling yourself blush. You stumble, your legs suddenly to weak to hold you upright. He sweeps you up in his arms and carries you into the nearest empty exam room. Setting you down on the bed he pulls a tricorder from the bedside table. He begins scanning you, he stares down at the device in his hand. “Is your heart rate always this high…or do I bring it out in you?”

Your eyes widen and you look up at him. His eyes meet yours and he grins. “Contrary to popular belief I’m not totally oblivious to the people around me.”

You blush deeply thinking of all the times you’d stared at him while he worked. His movements almost like a dance, the way his hands seemed to fly, the concern etched in every line on his face. He sets the tricorder down on the table and takes one of your hands in his. “Darlin’, I know you’re doing your job and you are doing it very well but…” he sighs, “You need to take better care of yourself.”

“I’ve never been good at that.”

He smiles and moves a little closer, “I can help with that.” he says quietly, placing his index finger under your chin and tilting your face up. You sit staring into his eyes as he leans down and gently kisses you. You lean into the kiss and close your eyes. This is exactly what you’ve been dreaming of. He breaks the kiss sooner than you’d like and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

You nod and watch as he walks out the door. Raising a hand you lightly touch your lips and smile, he’s as good at kissing as you expected maybe better if he hadn’t broken it off so soon. The door opens a few minutes later and he walks in with a covered tray in his hands. He sets it down on the bed beside you and takes the cover off. “I brought you something to eat, Doctors orders.”

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you started eating the simple sandwich he brought you. He smiles as he watches you finish of the sandwich and the fruit he brought for you. Once the tray is empty he replaces the cover and sets it aside before moving closer to you again. “Feeling better now?” he asks.

You nod as he places a hand on the back of your neck and leans in. He slowly kisses your forehead, down the bridge of your nose, his lips finally hovering over yours. “How’s your heart rate now?” he says with a smirk.  

The Princess - Star Trek

“For your requests. I for some reason really like the secret wife trope. So how about secret wife with Kirk and only bones knows. But somehow the rest of the crew finds out. Hopefully that’s not to vague.”

The Enterprise was running through one last checklist before they could depart one of Starfleet’s resupply bases. Everything was routine, some things from the vault were offloaded, some non-replicated supplies were loaded, and the munitions were restocked. Everyone on the bridge was sitting patiently, waiting for the go ahead to depart, when Uhura sat up and held a hand to her ear piece. She mumbled a few things in response to whatever message she had received and turned slowly to face the captain’s chair, confusion very evident on her face.

“Uh Captain there is a small shuttle craft requesting permission to dock in the shuttle bay.” She said

“Ok…Who is it.” Captain Kirk asked slowly, unsure why you had such a weird tone.

“She says…” Uhura paused. “She says she is your wife?”

Kirks eyes went wide and his face froze.

Dr. McCoy, who had been standing next to him let out a low whist.

“Holy. Shit.” Bones chuckled to himself.

“The captain is not married… IS he?” Chekov whispered across the console to Sula who responded with a shrug.

Kirk stood abruptly, shaking himself back to reality.

“Permission granted.” He stated without emotion. “Bones, if you would please accompany me.”

“Oh I wouldn’t miss this for the whole galaxy.” The southern doctor said, a grin spreading across his face.

When they were both in the turbolift Bones turned to Kirk.

“Bet you never thought this would come back to bite you in the ass did ya?” He said, words laced with pure humorous joy.

“God. She was supposed to stay on that planet. We were never supposed to even see each other again!” the Captain groaned.

“I believe this is why they tell you not to sleep with alien princesses on strange planets before checking their law books.” The Doctor said, stepping off the lift.

“They don’t tell you that.” The captain mumbled.

“They should” They rounded the corner to the shuttle bay entrance where you were being helped out of the shuttle by a random redshirt.

“Son of bitch. She’s still gorgeous.” Kirk breathed.

“It’s only been a year, you were expecting her to change?” The Doctor chuckled.

Kirk ignored him and walked up to you.

“Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I am glad to see you…but why are you here?” He asked.

“Straight to the point hmmm James? I see you haven’t changed a bit” you said grinning.

“I thought we…I thought you wanted us to go our separate ways.” Kirk looked at you questioningly.

“Maybe we still will. But I thought I would let you meet her and then we could discuss what to do now…” You said.

“Meet who?”

You gestured to a woman behind you who stepped out of the shuttle craft carrying a bundle of blankets.

“Your daughter.” You said grinning.

Back across the room Bones saw Kirk go white as a sheet.

“What is the situation Doctor?” Spock asked as he and Uhura stepped into the bay.

“You remember last year when we stopped at that planet with all the waterfalls? Well Captain-Ladies-Man over there managed to sweet talk his way into that woman’s bed. They got caught and he found out she was a princess and apparently that planet doesn’t take too kindly to random men sleeping with one of their royals. By law both she and he would have been executed…unless they got married.” Bones explained.

“No.” Uhura said, a hand flying to her mouth.

“And it appears we have a Kirk-ling to deal with now.” The doctor motioned across the room where Kirk was being handled the bundle. The terrified, pale expression of fear was slowly giving way to pure adoration.

Uhura’s other hand flew to her mouth as she tried to conceal a squeal of delight.

“Fascinating.” Spock said bluntly.

5

February 2016!

This is baffling footage showing a UFO tracking the International Space Station that has emerged out of Russia.

It apparently shows a space craft of some kind following the Earth-orbiting satellite.

The footage - claimed to have been shot on the ISS’s own cameras – is said to have been filmed while the satellite was waiting for a supplies delivery, according to reports in the Russian media.

Journeys

So this is reverb 2.5 for 2016, a SoMa Star Trek AU inspired by the adorable art of @chaoticlivi.

Thanks go to @bendandcurl, @therewithasmile, @ilarual, and my awesome artist partner livi again for being clutch with the betaing and helping make this so much better.

Summary:  Maka Albarn and Soul Evans, recent graduates from Starfleet Academy, have both been assigned to the new flagship Resonance. Expecting to learn the ropes, they get more than they bargained for when the terrorist group Arachnophobia targets the ship on its maiden voyage. As everything falls apart around them, can two rookies really make a difference?

Word Count: 12K

Pairings: Soul x Maka

Read on FFN or AO3.

Art by @chaoticlivi can be found here.



She feels nervous, which is both strange and undeniable. Why should she be nervous? Taking a shuttle craft is nothing new–she had toured the ship months ago as it was being worked on–she’s about to be reunited with her closest friend. That part gives her butterflies, though, fluttering wildly in her middle like she’s ten again and watching her mama go off on yet another mission, which is just silly. She’s a fully vested member of Starfleet now, top of her class out of the academy, assistant to the Chief Tactical Officer of the new fleet flagship Resonance. She is Ensign Maka Albarn and she does not get butterflies.

Except today, apparently, she does.

And why, because of Soul? Soul of all people? Soul, who she’s known since they started together at the academy years ago? Soul, who she had loathed for months on sheer principle before getting stuck as his partner? Soul, who had managed to worm his way underneath her unrelenting drive to become her closest friend? Soul, who she knows better than she knows herself? Soul, who she has missed like a phantom limb these past months, desperately and achingly?

Soul.

Such questions do nothing to quell the rampant butterflies.

The characteristic clang and jolt of the craft docking pulls Maka from her thoughts. As she collects herself to disembark, she idly wonders how long it will take to see the Concensio. It is a question as silly as her increasing butterflies; Maka might have known that she would see an unmistakable mop of white amidst the crowd, might have predicted the wide grin he quickly, futilely tries to stifle.

She throws herself into his arms before she even knows she means to, protocol be damned, basking in his warmth as he returns the hug.

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