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  • foreversecrets
    04.12.2021 - 2 minutes ago

    Nebulous 10/10

    Chapter 10: Epilogue

    Pairing: Christopher Pike x OC

    Rating: Mature

    Previous Chapter-https://foreversecrets.tumblr.com/post/669683192582864896/nebulous-910

    Anxiously she sat on a bench in front of Cornwell's office, tea in one hand and coffee in the other while she waited for Chris’ arrival. They had spoken last night, planned to meet fifteen minutes before her appointment but now she was dreading meeting him. All the what-ifs, the idea of him casting her aside now-she wasn’t sure she would survive that. The gentle glow of the transport beam appears a few feet from her, fading into the wondrous appearance of Captain Christopher Pike in his constitution class captain uniform. The golden shirt made the blue of his eyes seem brighter even when he gave her an awkward smile. He looked unchanged, maybe a few more grey hairs than before but those dimples were familiar. Her hands trembled as she stood, letting him look her over to; looking for changes or injuries.

    “Your coffee,” she held it out to him. She felt like meeting his gaze would reveal everything she was keeping hidden. He stepped forward, closing the gap between them he took both cups and placed them on the bench. His hands cupped her face making her look up at him, his eyes were glossy like he was fighting back tears.

    “Hi sweetheart,” his voice cracked. “I’ve missed you.” The words he said and the relief in his eyes finally did it, her tears fell. She rose on her toes and kissed him softly, tentatively wanting to feel that familiar security envelope her. When they separated she smiled sadly up at him, registering the happiness in his eyes.

    “I’m glad you’re home.”

    He was being careful, scrutinizing her every move, reading her like he always had been able to do. He needed to know what happened because right now all he could gage from her was panicking relief. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her to his chest and holding her there, he let a few silent tears of his fall before regaining his composure and releasing her. They’d never been comfortable with public displays of affection, the intimacy of those acts were there’s and there’s alone but after the suffering and separation, they both needed that moment.

    “I will explain everything once we get in there,” she promised, masking her emotions from him then. Slowly they began walking the perimeter of the courtyard, talking about whatever came to mind and quickly getting back in that comfortable atmosphere they’d always had.

    “Everyone is eager to have you back on Enterprise.”

    “My mission on Discovery isn’t complete, there are a couple of planets I need to survey and amongst them should be what Discovery needs. Once I finish that … I can return to Enterprise.” she’d almost called Enterprise home, he was making her feel like he was home again but she couldn’t accept it without him being completely informed.

    “Kat promised to allow your return once you finish over there,” he smiled, offering his hand to her as they continued to walk. “Our quarters are lonely without you.”

    “Chris, wait!” she turned to stand directly in front of him. “There are things-”

    “Nothing is going to change.”

    “Please just promi-”

    His attention was solely on her, his eyes unwavering from her to make sure she saw how heartfelt his words were, “Artemis, my heart is still yours. During these years apart I have struggled with the things I’ve endured too but the one thing that got me through it was us. Picturing a time when we would be united again. I don’t want things to go back to how they were, I want us to grow stronger from navigating this difficult time.”

    “Kat did say you were dealing with something too but your experience was classified.”

    He nodded but didn’t linger on the topic, “Do you still love me?”

    “Of course I do.” The lack of hesitation and the passion of conviction in her tone made his heart sore.

    “Then we will get through this,” he vowed, kissed her forehead, took her hand, then led her to Kat’s office.

    They sat side beside each other on the opposite side of Kat’s desk, Arty’s hand still in Chris’, Kat didn’t let her smile show. She let Arty lead the conversion while she and Chris simply listened. She started with everything Kat already knew, the events of those first three days and stopping after she pleaded with Terran Pike to remove the band.

    “The doctors believe your fingerprint will remove it,” she pulled the turtle neck down revealing the necklace and red scars from previous attempts. Chris cursed himself for not realizing something was wrong, they’d discussed her wearing the dress uniform over slacks and shirt many times because the high collar made her feel claustrophobic. “Can you try now?”

    He leaned over and placed his index finger on the spot indicated and the band immediately released falling from her neck. She sighed in relief but Kat and Chris stared and the gore, marred image of her neck from the damage of the scientist and doctors trying to remove it. She looked up at him with a grateful smile and then continued with her story.

    “I didn’t have many options for getting back to Discovery and I was scared, it doesn’t excuse the actions I took,” she took a steadying breath. “I accepted Kirk’s offer but he wasn’t the one to kill Pike, I did it.”

    He entered the bathroom to take a shower when the chime rang, she let Kirk in hating herself with every step she took. He told her to wait by the door and he’d get her out of there shortly. She went to change into a uniform, not wanting to show up to Discovery in pajamas when she heard the shattering of glass. When she ran into the bathroom she found Pike bleeding out, Kirk standing over him. Kirk was enjoying watching life leave Pike’s eyes.

    “You gave me your word you wouldn’t kill him while I was here.”

    “I haven’t yet, by the time you get to Discovery he will be close to the end.”

    Mirror Pike slowly raised his hand pointing to Artemis, “Please.” she wasn’t sure if he was pleading with Kirk to spare her, or pleading with her to end it quickly.

    She pushed past Kirk and kneeled on the floor, ignoring the bite of the glass as it cut into her skin. She looked into his terrifying eyes, tears flowing from her as she pictured Chris in this position. What would she do if there was no hope of him surviving? What would she do if he lay dying slowly in pain?

    “I love you,” she whispered softly and leaned down and kissed him. A large piece of glass lay beside his head, she studied it only a moment before she made up her mind. She picked it up, looked into his eyes, and saw he wanted this to end quickly.

    “Thank you,” he choked before she herself slit his throat. His body stopped moving then, his eyes staying on her as they glazed over into nothingness.

    Kat and Chris just watched as she cried, confessing her sins, his hand only squeezed tighter to try and give her the support she needed. Chris met Kat’s eyes and knew that they both saw her as a survivor, not a murderer.

    “His blood was all over me for days after and the worst part isn’t the guilt and hatred I feel for myself, it's when I did it I pictured you-that I’d be forced to one day…” she choked on a sob looking away from him.

    Ignoring his superior officer, Chris slid from the chair and kneeled before Arty, “shh, hey look at me.” he said softly. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

    “I killed a man,” her lips dripped with tears as she spoke.

    “You spared a man from pain and he thanked you for it.”

    She dropped into his lap and cried out all the pent-up emotions as she held tightly to Chris. His presence eased her, made her feel like she wasn’t a horrible person. Kat let them have their moment, it didn’t take long before Chris’ whispering rose in tone and took on a jovial tone making Arty laugh. He helped her back into her chair and Chris looked at Kat expectantly.

    “Looks like the three of us have quite the road ahead of us,” Kat smirked.

    “Starting with our wedding, if you still-” Chris was cut off by Arty smirking at him. He laughed and looked back at Kat. “Are you free next Saturday?”

    “Will there be booze?”

    #star trek#Christopher Pike #Star Trek Discovery #christopher pike x oc #mirror christopher pike
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  • foreversecrets
    04.12.2021 - 3 minutes ago

    Nebulous 9/10

    Chapter 9: The Long Journey Home

    Pairing: Christopher Pike x OC

    Rating: Mature

    Previous Chapter-https://foreversecrets.tumblr.com/post/669683076318806016/nebulous-810

    “Temporarily relieved of active duty.”

    Those were the admiral's exact words when Arty refused to utter a word. She had taken command of Discovery which meant she didn’t have the necessary time to dawn her therapist hat and provide Arty the help she clearly needed. What was clear to Cornwell was the commander was suffering with guilt, trauma, she was wearing an alien device no one could figure out how to remove and each attempt only caused her more harm. She’d spared all of two days trying to get the thing removed but with spirits already low due to the war they were losing, hearing her screams of agony only tarnished spirits further. Postponing Aretmis’ recovery weighed heavily on Cornwell’s conscience, so she vowed to assist Arty in any way possible once the war was over. Call it guilt for the delay, respect for the friendship she had with Chris, or duty as a superior officer but she now considered Aretims her responsibility.

    While the war raged on, the crew of the Discovery watched as Arty slowly deteriorated. The few chances Airiam was able to pull her out of their quarters and into the mess hall, they watched as their friend sat motionless. Her gaze always focused on some part of the ship, never on the conversation or the events happening. It was a great relief when she started eating again but even then she didn’t eat much.

    Then the war ended.

    Cornwell allowed her sometime with Chris’ parents before recalling her to San Francisco to undergo treatment. The concern she received from Chris’ parents told her of the nightmares that morphed into insomnia. But at the end of two weeks when she returned to the Headquarters she was talking again, not about what happened but talking nonetheless. Cornwell did her research but scheduling an appointment with Artemis, she learned everything she could about the Terrans, and how that reality must have made the pacifist in her feel vulnerable.

    “Violence is rarely the answer, the ability to succeed without it speaks volumes of a person's character.”

    “You sound like Chris,” Arty’s voice cracked. Kat saw it then, shame and fear but what? Was she afraid of how Chris would respond to whatever she’d experienced? How bad must it be if four months later she still struggled to talk about it. She watched as Arty shifted the band wrapped around her neck uncomfortably, they still haven't found a way to remove it. One of the doctors had recommended waiting for Enterprises’ return, believing his biometric signature should be close enough to mirror Pike’s that he could remove it.

    “Chris is a smart and compassionate man,” Kat smiled.

    During these times together was getting to see the old Artemis Morgan, the one she’d pulled off of Enterprise and placed on Discovery. The bubbly, nervous talker who truly wanted the best for everyone. The things Arty had managed to confess weren’t ideal but were not severe enough to have warranted repressed memory or the temporary shut down. Whatever memories were still hidden to her, Kat suspected Chris would be able to get out of her and maybe confronting her fiance about the atroncies she’d experienced was exactly what she needed to stabilize.

    When Enterprise hit a pocket of deep space that allowed the communications officer to obtain a massive information dump, Christopher’s concern for the war faded and was replaced with a new concern for his fiance. Since separating they’d communicated weekly, even once Enterprise was out of rage she continued to write to him. Those few times when they’d receive correspondence always filled him with joy, he’d get to sit for hours and read her innermost thoughts, obtain news the Federation wasn’t sharing with them, and learn that she was still alright. Her messages stopped twelve months ago with no reasoning or signs in trouble leading up to her last message.

    Thankfully upon the backlogs, he’d found a memo informing the war had ended and the Enterprise was cleared to return to Earth. They set course immediately and Chris tucked into his desk to go through the thousands of communications he received, determined to find anything relating to the woman he loved. He started by sorting by rank and worked his way down the list, if she was on the list of those they lost, that information would have come from the Admiral herself but he didn’t find her name there.

    Continuing, he found a message from Kat, the subject line read  ‘In regards to Commander Artemis Morgan.’  She was promoted during the war, none of her messages had said anything about that so this must have happened after she stopped writing to him. Kat had been a friend so the formality of the subject line alone had him hesitating to tap into the whole message. Was he strong enough to withstand whatever tragedy awaited him? He tapped on it and instantly realized his concern was warranted, the message was written to him as Aretmis’ emergency contact, not as her Captain. His eyes quickly scanned, picking up only select sentences to advance his search faster.

    “Removed from active duty.”

    “Recovery has been slow.”

    “Physically healthy.”

    “Your assistance is requested in aiding in the recovery process.”

    There was no indication of what happened, only that she was now temporarily stationed in San Francisco under Cornwell herself who’d also become her caretaker until further notice. He trusted Kat implicitly but he couldn’t rest until he saw her in person, saw what the war had done to her.

    He hit a button on his desk, “Helm, warp seven set course for Earth.” They were supposed to stop at Starbase 82 first to restock but he needed to see her now and the crew wanted to return home just as badly as he did. Skipping the Starbase meant returning to Earth a week earlier and he was convinced no one would complain about getting home earlier.

    “I’m afraid to see him again, Kat.” Artemis finally confessed the day before Enterprise was set to dock. She’d corresponded with Chris already, their conversations were strained with a promise to speak further in person. They were going to meet at headquarters before her next session from there they would attend together.

    “Why?”

    “I’m not the same as I was the last time he saw me, even the crew I’d been serving with hardly recognizes me.”

    “That doesn’t mean the connection you share is broken, that just means the two of you have much to relearn. Something tells me the past five years haven’t seen him unchanged either.”

    “It's not just that, the things I did in the Terran Universe … When I tell him I will lose him.”

    “Why do you think that?”

    “Because his moral code is one of the many reasons I fell in love with him.”

    “And you did something against that code? The source of your guilty complex?”

    Arty nodded, “In my dreams I remember those missing days and then I wake up and there are only bits and pieces left.”

    “Chris’s forgiveness is easily achieved for those whose hearts he knows, once he returns and offers it perhaps you’ll be able to absolve yourself.”

    “The Chris I knew would forgive the things I’ve done but I worry about the Chris who is coming home.”

    “You worry about the effects the absence from the war had on his mental state.”

    “I don’t know how it impacted him but the Chris I know can’t stand by when people are suffering. It's embedded in his very core to assist in any way possible.”

    “It's a blessing and a curse, you are both returning to one another with baggage but you have one another to lean on while you overcome the past.”

    “Maybe.”

    “I can at least see he still cares immensely for you. Since Enterprise has entered comm range he has been insistent on constant updates of your well being.”

    “What does he know?”

    “Nothing, I felt the conversation was better suited for an in person meeting and the classified aspect of your last mission makes things a little more complicated.”

    “I have to tell him everything!” the urgent panic that rose in Arty’s voice had the Admiral instantly raising hands to reassure her.

    “I’ve managed to gain him clearance for the events in the Terran Universe, however the Spore Drive and your contribution have not been approved.”

    “I can work with that,” Arty sighed relieved, she looked out the window of Kat’s office and saw Starfleet personnel moving about the courtyard outside, content in their ignorance. Her look turned pensive, “You know we were going to get married after Enterprises’ five year mission, we planned to take leave and get it done.”

    “I don’t see why that would need to change.”

    “Let’s just find out if he still wants me first.”

    Kat tried not to roll her eyes, this woman had a shitty childhood and overcame all of that to become an incredible scientist and she still felt unworthy of the life she was living. That simple fact told Kat Atermis would overcome this and she would get to walk down that aisle.

    #star trek #christopher pike x oc #Star Trek Discovery #mirror christopher pike #Christopher Pike#katrina cornwell
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  • foreversecrets
    04.12.2021 - 5 minutes ago

    Nebulous 8/10

    Chapter 8: Deal with the Devil

    Pairing: Christopher Pike x OC

    Rating: Mature

    Previous Chapter-https://foreversecrets.tumblr.com/post/669683003677704192/nebulous-710

    Moving on from her invasion of her counterparts' privacy, Arty focused on getting in contact with Discovery, she’d thought her chances were slim until the comm link connected-audio only.

    “Lorca is from this reality, he brought us here on purpose,” she rushed through, not sure how much time she’d have before they cut the link.

    “We are aware, Commander.” Saru started. “What is your current location?”

    “I’m not sure but the Enterprise is en route to rendezvous with the Imperial Palace in three days.”

    “We will be waiting for you there, you will need to get yourself to the transporter room.”

    She didn’t voice her doubts about making it there, didn’t tell her crew about her fears. They were probably struggling just as much as her with the betrayal and manipulation of their superior officer while maintaining the hope they would get back.

    “Commander Saru,” her voice cracked with emotion, she tried to steady herself and started again. “Commander Saru, please don’t leave me in this reality.”

    “Commander Morgan, we will do everything in our power to get all our people home.”

    The comm cut then and she was left with a feeling of dread, something about her conversation with Saru made her final straw of hope snap. She curled up on the couch and thought of all the ways she could try to get herself home. She could attempt to steal a shuttle and set autopilot to meet with Discovery but if anything went wrong, she couldn’t pilot the shuttle manually. And what were the odds of her being able to successfully commandeer a shuttle? There was no way she could make it to the transporter room without getting caught.

    The door chiming broke her of her thoughts, that wasn’t her unwelcome roommate, he would have walked in without a thought. The door chimed again and she realized she would have to permit the person entry. She quickly moved to the dresser and pulled the phaser out of the dresser and went back to the couch, hiding it under a pillow before she finally allowed the person in.

    The man who walked in, she only recognized from the research she’d done prior to her arrival. James T Kirk, XO to the ISS Enterprise and the person who was apparently to wait on her in Pike’s absence. He set a tray of food down in front of her and took the chair across from where she was sitting.

    “I know you’re not her and I know you contacted your ship.” Her hand tightened on the phaser she was hiding. What would you do, Christopher? You are better equipped for handling these situations than I am. She kept her hand firmly placed on the warm metal of the phaser but didn’t move her finger to the trigger. “You can relax, I came to offer you a way back to your ship.”

    “Why?”

    “In exchange you will give me access to these quarters indefinitely.”

    “Why do you need that?”

    “So that I can kill Captain Pike.”

    “You’re going to kill him?” she shouldn’t have been so rattled by the prospect, given what she knew. Despite being a prisoner here she didn’t want to see any of these horrible people executed.

    “You’re surprised, I forget how soft your people are.”

    “I am not a murderer.”

    “You don’t have to be, you just have to stand aside and allow me,” when her conviction didn’t seem to waiver he sighed. “Do you see another way off this ship?” he stood and moved closer to her, she flinched ready to whip out the phaser. “Because I promise you Pike has no intention of ever letting you leave this room. He is a broken man who will do everything in his power to keep you.”

    “I won’t help you kill someone.”

    “What if I promise not to kill him until you are safely off this ship?”

    “If I do this, you’ll let me go,” she raised her hand to touch her brand. “What about this, can you remove it?”

    He looked over the necklace, careful of the raw flesh underneath. She’d tried everything to get it off and the multiple attempts had cut several bloody lines into her neck. “I have never seen anything like this but I will research and see what I can do. In the meantime, consider my offer.”

    “I can’t hurt someone for my own gain,” she whispered to him as he departed.

    It seemed like only minutes before Pike returned, and it only took him a few moments to know something was wrong. The meals he’d had sent over were untouched, when she moved her bones popped like she hadn’t moved for hours, and the redness of her eyes; she’d been crying.

    “Artemis?” His voice was soft and he approached her cautiously. “What happened while I was away?”

    “You’re never going to let me go, are you?” The gaze she slowly turned on him made his skin go cold, his heart ache. Indignation, horror, desperation, and a few others he couldn’t quite place.

    “What happened?” his own voice cracked in fear, she didn’t seem stable right now and he didn’t know what this version of the woman he loved was capable of.

    “Do you think I am capable of murder, even if its second hand?”

    He immediately looked around the room expecting to see a body but he’d only sent Kirk and the man had returned safe. He sat besides her on the couch, noting her trembling hands. He gently took one of her hands in his own and felt how cold she was. She should be shivering but she remained unmoving.

    “I can’t let you go.”

    “What if I decide on another choice?”

    “I won’t let you take your own life,” her eyes scrunched in confusion and he realized that hadn’t been at all what she meant. Her features soften then, slightly tears falling from her eyes.

    “I want to go home.”

    “And I vow to take you there as soon as we can figure out how to jump realities.”

    “You're not listening!” she rose then pointing the phaser at him. The hopelessness she felt finally coming out in a fit of rage. “I don’t want anything to do with you!”

    In an instant he’d knocked the phaser out of her hand and pinned her to the wall, one hand on her throat squeezing and the other on her hip keeping her pinned there. Unwavering dedication in his eyes as he brought his face as close as he could to hers without actually touching. He held her like that until her body began to shake desperate for air and then he released her, letting her collapse to the floor.

    “You will learn.”

    Or you will suffer until you do.

    She remembers very briefly having an interest in human physiology when she was in high school, she’d thought she’d forgotten everything she learned in that course. Evidently that wasn’t the case because she couldn't recall the last two days on the ISS Enterprise, nothing after Kirk brought her breakfast and she agreed to his terms. She doesn’t remember what he did, what she did, or how she got back aboard Discovery.

    What she knows is Dr. Pollard is looking her over in sickbay given the state she was returned to. She wore a silk tank top and short pajamas, see through if you could see past the blood that coated her person. Cuts deep and shallow littered the palm of her right hand, but the jagged lines didn’t make sense for a blade; maybe broken glass? Her hair was messy, half still in the ponytail it had once been in but random strays spread all throughout. She hadn’t said a word to anyone since she was beamed aboard.

    Dr. Pollard treated her wounds and sent her off, advising she was not cleared for active duty until she could undergo a psych eval. They sent Tilly first, the living essence of joy and energy had done nothing to break Aretmis’ unblinking stare at the grey walls of her quarters. Next they sent Paul, nothing he did got a sound out of her. On the third day they were back in their reality and she sat before Admiral Cornwell remaining unchanged.

    #star trek #Star Trek Discovery #Christopher Pike #christopher pike x oc #mirror christopher pike #mirror christopher pike x oc
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  • mosscrab
    04.12.2021 - 5 minutes ago

    Sarek!!! I forgot he was in this movie

    #Amanda is also supposed to be here where is she I want to see her #I am watching IV again because it’s my favorite but I haven’t seen it in a few years #Star Trek #.txt
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  • foreversecrets
    04.12.2021 - 6 minutes ago

    Nebulous 7/10

    Chapter 7: Bondage

    Pairing: Christopher Pike x OC

    Rating: Mature

    Previous Chapter-https://foreversecrets.tumblr.com/post/669579768549736448/nebulous-610

    She woke up to a tightening feeling around her throat, memories of the previous day flooding in, causing a new panic attack to begin. Her eyes shot open landing on the ‘not Pike’ who laid beside her, with an arm lazily slung across her waist, the tightness in her throat wasn’t him. Her hands flew up to discover a cold metal choker that didn’t seem to have a clasp. Her finger moved over the inside of the necklace that was behind her neck and she felt a slight vibration before an electrical current shot through her body originating at her fingertips. The pain was almost unbearable but she kept pulling at the necklace, desperate to remove it but the more she struggled the more it closed around her neck. She was too distracted by the obstruction to notice a loud alarm sounding from Pike’s wrist.

    “Stop!” she felt his hands pulling her own away and the necklace punctured against her neck. As soon as her arms were pulled away she watched as Pike fiddled with a device on his wrist and the necklace extracted but didn’t completely remove. “Are you trying to kill yourself!?” he shouted, enraged. The fire in his eyes, the way he was straddling her waist, and the warm blood she felt at her neck were all contributing factors to the fear that forced her to remain silent.

    “This device is to protect you,” he sighed trying to force the vulnerability down and calm his anger. “It will only cause pain to whoever tries to remove it, if they persist the necklace is set to remove your head to spare you whatever slow death they have planned for you. It also monitors your vitals so I can ensure you are healthy as well as protected.”

    “Can you …” her voice was so small and cracked. “Can you remove it?”

    “I can’t, this is how I prevent anyone from taking you away from me.”

    She saw it then, his anger was masking his desperation, his own fear. She’d rarely seen fear in her own Chris’ eyes, sure she knew he felt it, she told him as such but his features never showed it. So it was odd for her to think a mass murderer would show fear before the compassionate man she loved.

    “Can you at least loosen it? It makes me feel claustrophobic.”

    It was a compromise, an olive branch. She was asking him something reasonable he should be able to grant. She watched his shoulders relax as he fiddled with the back of it and loosened it so there was some give to it but not much.

    “I don’t ever want to feel that pain again,” she sighed softly as her neck became mostly free.

    “And you won’t, as long as I can help it.”

    “If you can protect me, can’t you please remove it Christopher?” the minute she said it her mouth went dry, it felt wrong-dirty even. The name she uttered with such reverence before now shaking with fear.

    “I’m sorry,” surprise overtook her, she didn’t believe this man was capable of remorse. “I would do so much for you but this… I can’t.”

    How bad must have her death affected him that he was so afraid of losing her now? She didn’t want to anger him again, she wasn’t sure what he’d do to her. What she did know is he wouldn’t kill her but she was quickly learning there were things far worse than death.

    “Thank you.”

    “We are heading to the Imperial Palace, your father needs our assistance.”

    “My father?”

    “I forget, in your reality, you were never adopted. Here Gabriel Lorca adopted you when you were seven and raised you to be the friend of Michael Burnham with hopes of one day conquering the Emperor and taking her power.”

    “That’s why he was insistent on the two of us working together.”

    “I am bound by my oath to assist Lorca but while I am away, my XO will check in on you.”

    “Am I confined to these quarters?”

    “For now, once we teach you some self-defense you can come and go as you please.”

    “Will I be safe in here, with Kirk checking in? From what I read about Terran’s-”

    “No one on this ship would dare defy me, on the off chance someone tries anything with you, there is a phaser in the top drawer of our dresser.”

    He kissed her forehead and left her to stew with the knowledge she’d obtained. She walked over to his desk and began tapping at it to learn more about her counterpart. Previously she hadn’t wanted to know anything about the other her or this man but she needed to know everything she could about this world if she was going to find her way back to Discovery, back to her reality, back to her Chris.

    Artemis Morgan, adopted at the age of seven by Captain Gabriel Lorca, right hand to the Emperor herself. Why had this stuff been classified? She continued reading through the panels and found her counterparts' personnel logs.

    I met a new friend today, she asked me to sleep over but the headmistress said it wasn’t allowed. Michael promised to keep coming back to play with me, she says she used to be an orphan too. She said she was going to try and get her mother to adopt me as well, so we can be together forever, so we could be a family.

    Even her counterpart desired a sense of belonging.

    Mr. Lorca made me a promise, he said he will be my daddy-that we would be a family and in turn one day I would help him achieve something wonderful. He says I can still be friends with Michael, in fact, he encourages it despite the trouble we got into today. I thought we’d be arrested but Michael saved the day, I don’t know what she did …

    “Okay they were close, I need something else.” She skipped several years and began reading again.

    There was an error in my calculations, instead of developing a chamber that would force the person trapped within to confess honesty the chamber emits excruciating levels of pain. I saw this as a sign of defeat but the Emperor saw this as a victory. She held a ball in my honor, bestowed an award on me and I had to accept it proudly. Michael and I had laughed and drunk the night away. Perhaps so thought if she got me drunk enough I wouldn’t see her sneak off with my father. Father had asked me to begin poking to determine how happy she was with the state of affairs and I guess he decided he could motivate her to our side better than myself. I was prepared to down my disgust of the development in booze but instead found joy myself. Captain Christopher Pike had made an unexpected appearance at the party, newly returned from some victorious battle, and was looking to relax.

    “This must be the night they met,” she sighed and continued scrolling, feeling guilty for reading someone's private thoughts.

    Christopher was supposed to have been a one-night fling but father had heard whispers and decided to bring the man into the fold on his plan. I was to be the bait, the reward for his loyalty to my father. My father had always treated me kindly (apart from when I was misbehaving) but he showed me how life could be, where violence wasn’t the answer to every problem. But now, here he was selling me off as some prostitute to a powerful man in hopes of advancing his reach. What I didn’t expect was mutual respect and admiration to blossom between the two of us. I would do everything in my power to be by Christopher’s side but I would never betray my father, not when he offered such a bright future for everyone. Chris says I am too soft-hearted for this world, ironic considering I am his agonizer specialist on Enterprise. I cause people pain all day and feel nothing.

    She must have been there for hours, just reading through her counterpart's life. The woman was a murderer, a villain in Arty’s eyes but she was beginning to realize it wasn’t out of choice, it was a matter of survival. Any sign of weakness and she’d be replaced by someone stronger. It was her father who had instructed her to kill Una in this reality. Word had reached the Imperial Palace that Pike was smitten with her and the Emperor was already making plans to use that to her advantage. So she did, to protect her lover and to obtain her father’s approval.

    “Looks like both of us just wanted love.”

    #star trek #Star Trek Discovery #Christopher Pike #christopher pike x oc #mirror christopher pike #terran universe #mirror christopher pike x oc
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  • ichbineinlesbisch
    04.12.2021 - 9 minutes ago
    #bin auch fränkisch btw!! franconian solidarity <3 #und ich glaub ich tausch ey/em wieder mit dey/deren aus... Thank you Adira Star Trek for your service #ask
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  • kingjasnah
    04.12.2021 - 12 minutes ago

    oh im watching the ep where picard and guinan (and keiko and ro) get turned into children. tng invented comedy actually

    #the scene where he hugs riker. pure camp. obsessed. #isha watches star trek
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  • talvenhenki
    04.12.2021 - 13 minutes ago

    Fic: Someone To Rely On

    Read here!

    An alarm gets triggered and Nerys, along with Captain Sisko, finds out just how much Julian has been keeping inside.

    Another sad Bashir fic. Heed the warnings before proceeding, please!

    #Personal whispering #Writers on tumblr #Julian Bashir#Elim Garak#Garashir#Star Trek #Star Trek Deep Space Nine #Deep Space 9 #Deep Space Nine #DS9#Fanfiction#Orion's writing
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  • 70sscifiart
    04.12.2021 - 16 minutes ago

    Girard Roundtree

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  • kingjasnah
    04.12.2021 - 16 minutes ago

    if there is one thing season one of tng proved it's that this format CANNOT succeed without a bartender character......everyone say thank u whoopi goldberg

    #and that's why every series has one. i hear that's neelix in voy tho i haven't seen it #tng#st: tng #isha watches star trek
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  • stra-tek
    04.12.2021 - 19 minutes ago

    The Eternal Starship Corridor

    First appearing as the corridors of the USS Shenzhou in Discovery's first episode, "The Klingon Hello"

    Then it was slightly rejigged in "Context is for Kings" to become the corridor of the show's lead ship, the USS Discovery. The set would have extensions and modifications with each new season of the show.

    In Discovery season 2 and the second season of Short Treks, the corridor set would also be repainted with red accents to become the most famous Star Trek ship of all, the USS Enterprise NCC-1701.

    When Pike has a terrifying vision of his future in "Through the Valley of Shadows", the dark and eerie surroundings have a familiar shape about them.

    In "The Trouble With Edward" Short Trek, the corridor would be painted blue and given extra display screens to represent the tribble-infested USS Cabot.

    And finally in Discovery's fourth season, after a time jump of 900 years we finally see inside the modern Starfleet ship USS Credence and... it's the same damn corridor again, painted green this time!😂

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  • deep-reverie
    04.12.2021 - 35 minutes ago

    Star Trek TOS : S01-E22

    Fights are normal in a relationsh friendship Jim

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  • deep-reverie
    04.12.2021 - 36 minutes ago

    Star Trek TOS : S01-E20

    Stealing Kirk's girls to make him jealous Bones?

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  • treksickfic
    04.12.2021 - 40 minutes ago
    #star trek sickfic #sickfic #old married spirk #kirk x spock #sick spock plus kitty #sick spock#caretaker kirk#prompt fic#flash fic
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  • defconprime
    04.12.2021 - 49 minutes ago

    Eaglemoss USS Reliant

    #uss reliant #star trek ii: the wrath of khan #miranda class #star trek tos #star trek models
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  • scriptrix-eclectica
    04.12.2021 - 50 minutes ago

    @treksickfic and @zitronenfaltertochter, I know I said I was writing Space Husbands + Cats and I promise I still am, but the cats just were not fitting into this little "moment" here like I wanted them to. Still though, this is a little moment I've had in my head for awhile, and since I'm no good at aesthetic drawings, I thought I'd give it to the world through descriptive prose instead, and thought you two would be particularly interested :3

    Enjoy, all!

    Spock caught the bug that’s been going around Starfleet Headquarters. He was forced to stay home from work to recuperate; Jim worked from home to be with him, but he got dragged into virtual meetings and still had reports to file. Now, however, the workday is over; it is a peaceful early evening, and Jim can devote his entire being to Spock’s care.

    The couple are on their fold-out couch, in the cozy living room of their apartment; Spock rests his head on Jim’s shoulder, and Jim rests his jaw in Spock’s thick, silky hair. Being under the weather makes Spock’s sensitivity to Terran temperatures more pronounced; add that to his headache and congestion and muscle pains, and he’s quite uncomfortable. But faithful Jim has nestled him in a human-sized cocoon of blankets: one around his shoulders, another around his legs and feet, perhaps another atop all that. And Jim himself is right there next to his bondmate, of course, using his body heat to keep Spock warm.

    The fabric of Jim’s t-shirt is soft against Spock’s cheek, and the edges of the blankets are warm between Jim’s fingers. The overhead lights in the room are turned off, but there’s sunlight streaming in from the apartment’s big window, providing some heat “the Vulcan way.” In the background, a holoprogram is playing: a documentary, something about Earth’s oceans. The volume is as low as it can go, just a little white noise; neither Jim nor Spock are paying attention to it. The room smells of menthol salve, which Jim has applied on his own neck and chest so Spock can inhale the vapors as he rests without feeling all sticky himself. He has been unable to meditate for a few days due to his trouble breathing from sinus congestion; he would not appreciate the foreign sensory input.

    In addition to the jar of menthol salve, Jim is prepared with all the necessary supplies. A full box of tissues rests in his lap, within easy reach; beside it, a package of honey-flavored cough lozenges. Beside the couch sits poised a wastebasket, for even in his pathetic state Spock would rather be caught dead than surrounded by improperly discarded tissues and lozenge-wrappers. And on the end table is a cup of fruit juice: small, for Vulcans require significantly less hydration than Humans to maintain homeostasis, and of some odd variety obtained from the nearby interplanetary grocery.

    To anyone who didn’t know, it would appear that Jim and Spock are completely silent, not communicating, just spending time with one another, quietly, and basking in the silence. However, Jim and Spock are constantly communicating; their mental bond is strong, and even stronger now that they are so physically close. It is more than strong enough to replace verbal communication. So, through it, Jim senses Spock’s every need. There’s a tissue in his hand for each oncoming sneeze, followed immediately by the wastebasket for prompt disposal. He has the cup of fruit juice available whenever Spock is thirsty, and offers an unwrapped lozenge before he even starts to cough. He knows just when and how to adjust the blankets to keep Spock comfortable, or when to shift his own position against his bondmate’s side.

    Jim also knows when to press his lips to the top of Spock’s head and stroke his hand with a gentle, steady thumb: kisses, in ways both of them understand.

    That’s usually about the time Spock starts to doze off into a light, lazy slumber. The mental signals slow to a gradual pause, his sneezes and sniffles subside for a time, and a newfound contentedness falls across his face.

    The bursts of sleep don’t last long; just ten or fifteen minutes at a time. But long enough for the two to start to miss one another, and be thankful for the sight of the other’s open eyes when they are reacquainted.

    The circumstances are unfortunate, but the time spent together is more than worth it.

    #star trek #star trek tos #star trek: tos #kirk x spock #spirk #spock x kirk #space husbands#my writing
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  • katjohnadams
    04.12.2021 - 53 minutes ago
    #Star Trek Online #sto
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  • katjohnadams
    04.12.2021 - 55 minutes ago
    #Star Trek Online #STO
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  • jettmarc
    04.12.2021 - 57 minutes ago

    just thinking bout data and spot

    #star trek the next generation #tng#data soong
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  • syfyfantasyfemales
    04.12.2021 - 59 minutes ago

    Captain Kathryn Janeway "Star Trek - Voyager"

    #captain kathryn janeway #star trek voyager
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