Skybox Final Frontier trading card number 47, "Full Ahead," 1994.
Skybox Final Frontier trading card number 47, "Full Ahead," 1994.
Spock, on Space FaceTime: My parents have this really great fridge. Look at this.
Spock: *knocks on the front of the fridge and the front lights up to show what's inside the fridge*
Kirk: That's so cool, Spock.
Sulu: *goes to their fridge and knocks on it*
Chekov: *comes out wearing a gas mask with a bottle of alcohol in each hand and does a little dance*
Russian Word of the Day: Прыжок
Definition: To spring free from the ground or other base by the muscular action of feet and legs(Merriam-Webster)
Sulu after Chekov does literally anything
But how do I put into words the amount of unadulterated glee I felt while watching Spock's Brain?
Skybox Final Frontier trading card number 36, "Unwilling Accomplices," 1994.
Drawn From memory. :)
Comparing interactions between characters based on lines of dialogue, using data from TrekViz in turn based on transcripts from Chakoteya. The overall look uses all the characters in the TrekViz data, and the main cast uses only characters in the opening credits (Chapel, Chekov, Kirk, McCoy, Scott, Spock, Sulu, and Uhura). Names are the same as those on the TrekViz data, and interactions are defined as “the number of consecutive lines the two characters shared”. For a very general overview of the franchise at large, see here, and for the masterpost for all the series, see here.
Tables are read as, of all the interactions that the character of the row had, _% were with the character of the column, and charts are structured similarly (the column splits up all the interactions that that character had). There is a distinction between the make-up of a character’s interactions and the make-up of others’ interactions with them. This focuses on the former, but the latter can be easily extrapolated. Characters’ interactions with themselves are in italics.
Well, Shatner was known for counting lines, so it's not much of a surprise that Kirk had such a large percentage of the lines. And after that there's a very clear decreasing order to Spock, McCoy, Scott, and Sulu and Uhura. Guest stars really didn't get much; probably in good part due to their rarely appearing in more than one episode.
And with such a large percentage of the lines, it's no surprise that Kirk dominates interactions. The only exceptions are himself (no points for guess who he does interact with most: Spock), Commander (who also talks to Spock a lot, presumably the Romulan commander from "The Enterprise Incident"), and Chapel (who talks to McCoy and Spock more).
Looking at the representative interactions (which account for the overall number of lines a character speaks), the most divergent is the Commander, since she spends all her time talking to Spock rather than Kirk. Least divergent is Uhura. Generally, our guest stars spend plenty of time talking with Kirk, and not so much with the rest of the crew. And of course the Computer and Spock have their fair share of interactions.
Cutting out the minor characters to look solely at main ones, there are two periods to look at, since Chekov only joined in during the second season. Season one first:
And Kirk takes up nearly half of all the lines. Spock has about half of the remaining half, and for the last quarter, McCoy has a bit under half, with the rest being split fairly evenly between Scott, Sulu, and Uhura, and Chapel only getting about 1%.
Kirk's making up most of everyone's interactions still - particularly for Spock, Sulu, and Uhura. Probably helps to be on the bridge if one wants to speak regularly to the captain. The only two who don't mostly interact with Kirk are Kirk and Chapel, mostly talking with Spock and McCoy, respectively, instead.
If we look at representative interactions, Kirk is the most divergent from what would be expected (instead of talking to himself, he's talking to just about everyone else, and especially Mr. Spock), and Scott is the least, although he does speak to Spock more than would be expected.
On a character by character basis, Chapel is of course spending lots of time talking to Dr. McCoy as well as a good amount with Spock. Kirk makes up nearly a quarter of her interactions, but it's much less than what would be expected given his number of lines. She never interacted with Scott, Sulu, or Uhura in the first season, and is the character with the most interactions with themself.
Kirk talks to Spock. A lot. Half of all his interactions are with Spock. He also spends a good amount of time speaking to McCoy and a bit to the bridge crew.
Most of McCoy's interactions are with Kirk and Spock, and he speaks more to Chapel than would be expected given her number of lines, but since they're our two sickbay characters, it makes sense. He doesn't really speak so much to any of the others.
Scott speaks with Spock, and at a higher rate than would be expected given their numbers of lines. In fact, Spock is the only character underrepresented in Scott's interactions; everyone else is underrepresented, particularly McCoy.
As for Spock, Kirk is his main interaction by far, with over two-thirds of his interactions being with Kirk. He also interacts with Scott and McCoy more than would be expected. Other than with himself, Sulu is the person that's the most underrepresented in his interactions.
And as for Sulu, Kirk dominates his interactions as well, making up almost three-quarters of them. Since he's spending so much time talking with Kirk, Sulu doesn't interact so much with anyone else and they're all underrepresented, except for Uhura. Bridge buddies, I suppose. Spock is the most underrepresented among Sulu's interactions.
Uhura's pattern largely matches Sulu's, although only about two-thirds of her interactions are with Kirk. Sulu is the only other overrepresented character among her interactions. McCoy is actually her most underrepresented interaction.
Overall, the most common interactions (accounting for line numbers) are Kirk and Spock (what a shocker, I know), Kirk and Sulu, Kirk and Uhura, and McCoy and Chapel. The rarest (apart from the nonexistent ones between Chapel and Scott, Sulu, and Uhura) are Spock and Sulu, McCoy and Sulu, McCoy and Uhura, Spock and Uhura, and Scott and Sulu.
Moving onto season two, with Chekov joining the cast:
Chekov ends up getting about 3% of the lines, and both Scott and McCoy have larger roles, with Scott now clearly getting more lines than Uhura and Sulu. Kirk and Spock both have slightly fewer, and Chapel's still at about 1%.
Kirk's still dominating everyone's interactions, with once again himself and Chapel being the sole exceptions. Chapel and Sulu still don't have any interactions, making them the only main characters not to. The interactions table is a touch more mixed around than previously; with Kirk and Spock sharing a touch more of the limelight than previously, it allows for other characters to also develop their relations.
Looking at the representative interactions, once again Kirk and Chapel's low interactions with Kirk stand out. Chapel's interaction skew away from Kirk and towards McCoy (and a little bit Spock) is even more extreme than in the prior season. McCoy is also taking up a larger spot in the triumvirate. Chapel is the least representative, and the least divergent is Uhura (with Scott at about the same).
Breaking it down character by character, as stated before, Chapel's interactions are even more heavily slanted towards McCoy and Spock. She does generally get to interact a little bit with everyone though (Sulu excluded), and after McCoy and Spock, the only other character overrepresented in her interactions is Uhura.
Chekov spends a lot of time talking to Kirk (he's actually the character for whom Kirk makes up the greatest percentage of their interactions). Fellow bridge crew members Sulu and Uhura are also more common speaking partners of his; particularly Sulu. Spock and even more so McCoy are underrepresented.
Kirk's now only spending a third of his time talking to Spock, who remains his greatest interaction partner. McCoy is also fairly overrepresented, with Chekov, Scott, Sulu, and Uhura as well to a lower extent. This is mostly due to the fact that interactions with himself are so underrepresented, although not quite so much as the first season.
McCoy's mostly talking to his fellow triumvirate members Kirk and Spock, although Spock is more overrepresented among his interactions than Kirk is. Chapel is the only other overrepresentation.
Scott's main interaction is with Kirk, although he is also a bit more likely to interact with Sulu and Uhura. Aside from himself, he's the least likely to interact with McCoy.
Just as with the other members of the triumvirate, Spock's main interactions are with them, with Kirk more overrepresented than McCoy. His interactions with Chapel, Sulu, and Uhura are a touch more common than would be expected given their numbers of lines, but barely. He is least likely to interact with himself, but both Scott and particularly Chekov are also underrepresented.
Sulu's main interaction is with his helm buddy Chekov, given the number of lines. Scott, Kirk, and Uhura (in that order) are also overrepresented among his interactions, with Chapel, Spock, himself, and particularly McCoy being underrepresented.
Uhura has Kirk overpresented among her interactions, and by only a bit less than the amount to which McCoy is underrepresented. Spock is the only other character underrepresented among her interactions. The greatest overrepresentation among her interactions (aside from Kirk) is Sulu.
Aside from the triumvirate with themselves, with most common interactions are Chekov and Kirk, Kirk and Scott, Chekov and Sulu, and Kirk and Uhura. The least common (aside from the still nonexistent Chapel and Sulu) are Chapel and Kirk, McCoy and Chekov, McCoy and Sulu, and McCoy and Uhura.
i dont know how to explain this but in every universe Chekov is a kahoot kid
October 15, 2021 (Strangulation)
Word Count: 1,345
So there really isn't a giant plot to this. I mean there is a little but just a little. I was actually thinking about redoing this in the future to expand on the idea or even just give the idea away to someone who would want to write it. Well, anyway, not beta read as you know. Love you my sweets. See you all again tomorrow!
Now there was a first time for everything and Leonard McCoy at one point in time would have been all kinds of surprised at the goings-on in space. Hell, he would have been surprised that he was in space in the first place. But now? Now after seeing Natzi’s, Gangsters (Spock in a fedora was one of the funniest damn things…), Apollo, and a probe practically calling Jim “Mamma”...
No, he was no longer surprised.
So when they had located a lost Earth colony it had been so incredibly delightful. They had found a legend, an old ghost story told by space truckers and seasoned officers on starbases. The Vessel named: SS Salem had taken off from Earth one hundred years prior and just vanished. Even the Vulcan’s had no clue into where the colony ship had gone. The more the story was told the odder and more frightening it became. Some even have gone far enough to look for it because one version of the story was that the vessel carried not only people but extreme wealth.
Other’s say it’s like the space version of Roanoke. Leonard snorted at the thought and shook his head ever so slightly. Those idiots obviously didn’t pay attention in history class --Jim would be proud at his knowledge -- they figured out in the 21st century that the lost colony joined the Croatoan tribe. They weren’t murdered or disappeared due to terrible causes, they simply moved in with the neighbors.
Leonard sighed and closed his eyes tiredly against the brightness of the sun. The crowd below him was a mob of cheering, sneering, and nasty folks who wanted to enjoy the show he would provide. And by “show” he really means execution. Opening his eyes again he looked to the back of the crowd where the landing party watched in horror, their hands chained and shackled to the concrete under their feet. Jim and Spock struggled, but it had no effect, Uhura watched him with wide scared eyes, and Chekov shouted obscenities in Russian. There was nothing any of them could do this time. No grand rescue or elaborate plan. There was only praying for miracles.
The sound of an ax slicing through rope rang in Leonard’s ears, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. The floor beneath him disappeared and he dropped. The noose around his neck gripped him like a viper. His breath caught in his throat looking for a way out when there was none to be found. He was choking and some would say that was unfortunate. His neck didn’t break so he had to suffer much longer. McCoy could practically feel his face turning blue as he struggled like a fish on a hook.
Dark spots danced over his eyes and the roar of the crowd seemed to dim into a dull hum. The ringing started and he knew that soon it was going to be over. The burn of the rope, the ache for air, and the throb in his skull would all go away soon. Far too soon in his opinion but he didn’t have much of a choice so he had to make peace with it.
McCoy’s head fell forward his eyes slipping shut, his body stopped struggling, and his heart got slower and slower until it stuttered. Floating away he knew that it was for forever -
Until it wasn’t.
Leonard didn’t even feel his body hit the hard cobblestone ground, the only thing he was aware of was sweet oxygen filling his lungs in painful gasps. The colonists screamed in startled surprise and terror,
“The devil has come!” one woman shrieked, and even though McCoy couldn’t see at that right moment he could feel and hear all hell breaking loose. Leonard had fallen too close to the mob and something deep within his oxygen-deprived mind he knew that was really, really bad. So instinctively he curled in on himself.
“Spock, Uhura, get to McCoy!”
Leonard smiled at the distant voice of his friend. Opening his eyes was fruitless. All he could see was panicked running people. They tripped over him, stomped on him, and some even kicked him for good measure. Leonard could feel every single hit, every new bruise, every new abrasion. His ribs cracked as one young man used him as a springboard to get onto the stage above him. They broke minutes later with a well-aimed kick by another runner.
Gasping Leonard felt like he couldn’t breathe again. Like the noose was back and got tighter and tighter by the second. So when a hand gently yet firmly gripped his arm, he flinched.
“Sshh Leonard, we got you,” the melodic sound of Nyota Uhura’s voice made him relax instantly. She brushed his hair out of his face whispering sweet nothings, and facts about this, that, and so on. McCoy didn’t catch a lick of it his eyes focusing in and out on her and Spock. The Vulcan was talking urgently into his communicator shouting over the noise of the chaos around them.
His shout echoed across the square suddenly as everything grew deathly quiet. The colonists froze, their eyes blank, their jaws slack. It was as if someone had simply hit the “off” switch. Uhura tightened her grip on Leonard’s arm, her eyes darting around, her shoulders tense. McCoy held back a cough that bubbled up his throat and watched as Jim and Chekov cautiously bobbed and weaved through the stock still crowd.
Leonard scoffed, “Creepy,” he croaked softly. Hissing he shifted so he could push himself up onto his feet. Despite wanting to, he didn’t protest when both Nyota and Spock each took an arm to help him get there. He was barely steady when Jim barreled into him,
“Damnit, Jim!” he squeaked wincing, the action made Kirk quickly let go hissing in sympathy. The running mob around them was still frozen in place and it made a shiver run up Leonard’s spine.
“Spock, how is our ride out of here?” Jim muttered his eyes scanning the crowd warily. Spock checked his comm. Once more. He got the same brogue exasperated answer from Scotty, “One hour Captain,”
That answer made everyone --except for Spock, of course -- groan.
“I am wery creeped out sir,” Chekov whispered his shoulders hunching trying to make himself smaller than he already was. Jim grimaced and nodded in agreement, taking McCoy by the arm he led them through the quart yard. All of them in a line, snaking their way to, hopefully, the freedom and safety of the distant treeline.
Once they were beyond the town in the cover of trees and the dark night Leonard spoke up. “What in the hell just happened?” he asked in a loud whisper in a mild effort to keep his throat from any more harm. Spock opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out, the Vulcan snapped it closed again at a loss for words.
“Unknown Doctor,” he finally said after a long bout of silence. McCoy tossed up his hands when no one else offered any other ideas. Turning he looked back at the town with furrowed brows, something about it wasn’t right and he felt as if he were losing what was left of his mind. The whole setup reminded him of old-time movie sets back on Earth. Or even an elaborate dollhouse.
Jim moved so he was staring at the town as well and Leonard knew he saw it too. “It’s like they were turned into dolls,” Kirk whispered, and before McCoy could shoot off his own cantankerous sarcastic reply they were engulfed in light and found themselves aboard the Enterprise once more.
It ended and they were lucky, but the whole thing left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth at the end of the day. They carried on their way after declaring the planet unsafe and Leonard despite the unsatisfied feeling in the pit of his stomach couldn’t help but thank the powers that be that they were let go without too much of a fight.
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Crew Members’ Greatest Replicator Crimes:
Scotty: On Robbie Burns Day, replicator mysteriously only produced haggis or vegan haggis
Bones: Secretly replicates plomeek soup when he thinks Spock isn’t looking because he actually really likes it
Jim: After drinking alien wine, attempted to replicate entire corn maze because “I miss Iowa, Bones”
Chapel: Got into philosophical argument with replicator over why it could produce a chocolate sundae, but not a chocolate Tuesday or Wednesday. Replicator had existential crisis and required repair
Sulu: “What do you have?” “A replicated knife!” “NO-”
Chekov: Prefaces every replicator order with “Russian,” whether the food is specific to Russia or not
Spock: Secretly replicates peach cobbler when he thinks Bones isn’t looking because he actually really likes it
Jim (again): Fell asleep in Mess Hall with arms lovingly cradling 17 orders of replicated mozzarella sticks
Uhura: Just uses the replicator according to regulation; what’s wrong with you people
Chekov: Y'know, I don't think I've ever seen the top of a refrigerator.
Kirk: That's adorable.
Chekov: Shut up.
BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST
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Leonard McCoy x reader
Going to Bones for help with cramps could only end in embarrassment…right? >posted 6/6/17
Leonard McCoy x reader
Your husband helps you out when you just can’t find the words. >posted 7/25/17
Kissing Leonard McCoy
Leonard McCoy x reader
A drabble about your life with the good doctor. >posted 8/21/17
Leonard McCoy x reader
Len cheers you up when homesickness and alcohol consumption are combined. >posted 8/26/17
Beware the Creeper
Leonard McCoy x reader
AU! You and your fellow hunter, Nyota, get trapped in an abandoned hospital with Leonard and Jim, who are just looking to find proof of ghosts. >posted 10/31/17
Bones & Christmas
Personal headcanon surrounding Leonard and this particular holiday. >posted 11/2/17
Studying with Cadet!Bones
An ask I stole from an amazing friend and ran with. >posted 1/25/18
Another Time, Another Place
Leonard McCoy x reader, John Kennex x reader
Thanks to a transporter malfunction, you end up in the past with a familiar face, but what do you do when it belongs to a completely different person? >posted April 2018
*Friday Night Lights
Leonard McCoy x reader
College AU! You celebrate Len’s victory after a football game. >posted 6/17/18
Fandom Challenge Aesthetic ~ Leonard McCoy
Taking Care of Kirk
Jim Kirk x reader
You clean up your captain after he gets into a fight. >posted 6/21/17
Jim Kirk x reader
Jim convinces you to spend time with him on Risa. >posted 7/15/17
Jim Kirk x reader
A song is the best way to comfort you and your daughter. >posted 9/5/17
Jim the Olympic Level Gymnast
Headcanon bomb >posted 11/30/17
Jim Kirk x reader
Pictures spread like wildfire around the Enterprise, and Jim is anxious to know what you think of them. >posted 1/5/18
Winged Men and Demigods
Jim Kirk x reader
AU! A certain blue-eyed blond helps you out on a quest you've been sent on. Oh, and did I mention that he has wings? >posted 2/14/18
Jim Kirk x reader
You indulge your Captain, letting him dom. Just pure smut. >posted 4/5/18
*Parties And Not So Bad Decisions
Jim Kirk x reader
College AU! Dancing with Jim at a college party leads to some fun in the bedroom. >posted 6/6/18
Fandom Challenge Aesthetic ~ Jim Kirk
Secret Santa | moodboard
Jim Kirk x Leonard McCoy
Bones and Jim celebrate a special holiday together aboard the Enterprise. >posted 11/30/17
Jim Kirk x Leonard McCoy
Royalty AU! Jim needs to find a spouse before he can become King, maybe it’s lucky that he gets sick, and meets Leonard when the doctor comes to take care of him. >posted 5/14/18
Of Drinks And Friends
Pavel Chekov x reader
Chekov wants nothing more than to come to your party in engineering. >posted 8/5/17
Hold My Hand
Montgomery Scott x reader
Scotty finds any excuse to hold your hand. >posted 5/19/18
Trek Fest 2018 Aesthetics
No. 14 Under pressure (crush injuries)
The attack of the Klingons had taken them all by surprise. No one had known that the day would turn out to be a catastrophe.
Scotty reacted as fast as he could and pushed Chekov out of the way. He hadn’t thought about the possibility that the bloody metal bar would crush down on him instead.
He let out a startled cry when he hit the floor, the pressure of the bar pushing down on him.
But his scream wasn’t heard through all the panicked shouting and explosions.
Chekov fell to his knees next to the CEO and tried to move the bar but he wasn’t strong enough.
And it only increased the pain.
“Stop it, lad. Please... stop it.”
He was glad that Pavel had heard his voice for he stopped and grabbed Scotty’s hand.
“We have to get you out of here... more stuff might crash down!”
But Scott just shook his head. He couldn’t breathe properly... he wouldn’t make it anyway.
“I... I’ll get Dr. McCoy...”
Chekov sounded desperate. Tears streamed down his face and he wanted to get up, but Scotty held him back.
“Warp... core... ye need to... to stabilize it...,” he forced the words out of his mouth.
“No! You need help first!”
“Will be... too late...”
Scott looked up into Chekov’s face.
“Please... save... everyone.”
At first Pavel looked like he’d refuse, but then he slowly got up.
He was swallowing the lump in his throat, Scotty could see that.
“And... tell Dr. McCoy...”
He didn’t even need to finish the sentence since Pavel already gave him a nod.
“I will. Thank you, Mr. Scott... for everything.”
Scotty just smiled as he closed his eyes. And then more parts of engineering collapsed, burying him. It wasn’t long until his mind shut down... forever.
Russian Word of the Day: божья коровка
Transliteration: bozh'ya korovka
English Translation: Ladybug
Definition: Ladybugs are small, often brightly colored, spotted beetles native primarily to south eastern Russia though they can be found in many regions throughout the world.
my boi chekov is finally here <3
October 12, 2021 (Electrocuted)
Word Count: 3,117
Okay, this one was fun to write. I'm actually quite proud of it and really hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much I did writing it. No beta so typos and mistakes will be present!
Leonard McCoy had no idea where he was and how he got there. The last thing he remembers was bitching to Jim about them exploring a freezing wasteland. He was from Georgia, damnit. He wasn't meant for below zero freeze your balls off weather. He just wasn't. They were trudging through the snow, Chekov was spouting another obscure fact about Russia. Whether if it was true was a whole other thing. Being ahead of the group both Jim and the kid were attacked first. Len remembered surprise and a deep hot sensation settling into his bones before there was nothing at all.
Cursing colorfully Leonard looked over at an unconscious Chekov and then at the elaborate cage they were stuck in. He was worried for the boy - the young man- the bloody wound on his head certainly looked worse than it was, but him being unconscious for a long period wasn’t a good thing.
Without looking McCoy placed two expert fingers on the navigator’s neck. He breathed a semi-relieved sigh when he felt a steady heartbeat. Licking his too dry lips, Leonard stood up onto shaky feet. He turned in a slow circle getting a better view of his new surroundings. The cage was like nothing he has seen before. It was almost like a cube, transparent and bulky. It hung in the air like a glorified birdcage.
“Just fucking wonderful,”
Moving toward one of the four clear walls Leonard squinted his eyes and peered out into the darkness that surrounded them. What he saw made him want to throw up. There were hundreds of cube-like cages glittering in the darkness like soul-sucking stars. There were people in all of those cages shouting, screaming, and pounding against the hardened walls with alien fists. Leonard of course couldn’t hear any of it. Each cube must have had some sort of sound dampeners.
Turning his head McCoy quickly moved to the right in hopes to see Jim or Spock. He was in luck. There in the cage next door was Jame’s “There’s no one on this planet” Kirk, waving his arms back and forth and jumping around like a maniac. Spock looked rather unimpressed. As usual. Snorting Leonard shot his best friend a look that said,
‘I can see you, you infant.’
He raised his arms and gestured to his surroundings. Kirk frowned at the obvious question,
‘What in the fuck do we do now?’
The starship Captian gave a huff and placed his hands on his hips. He was talking to Spock who was pretty deep in thought. Unable to hear any of the conversation Leonard decided he couldn’t just sit still and wait; he needed to do something. So he paced. Checked on Chekov, again. And paced some more.
He skidded to a stop when the floor under his feet shifted. His cube was moving. Stumbling slightly Leonard shot a look at his best friend. Jim and Spock were watching with wide-eyed worry. Well, Jim was. Spock was as stoic as ever, but his eyes flashed with concern. Taking a deep breath McCoy kept his balance as the far clear wall of his cube cage shimmered and faded away.
There aiming some pretty ridiculous-looking weaponry at him were the aliens that captured them on that arctic hell of a planet. Glancing down at the still unconscious Pavel, Leonard raised his hands hoping to convey that he wasn’t threatening.
The aliens were humanoid in stature. Standing on two legs, used two of their four arms to aim their version of a phaser rifle at his head. They were imposing creatures. Above six feet and built like brick shit houses. One of them could snap McCoy in half without an issue. But they seemed to be the hired muscle because another figure moved into the cage.
Leonard had to take a minute. His brain not really wrapping around the creature that now stood in front of him. The alien was short and fat. McCoy from his history and knowledge with newly discovered species had to guess that this alien was male. Maybe. You still can never really know until they actually told you. So he mentally stuck with “male” until he was informed otherwise.
Furrowing his brows and cocking his head to the side Leonard McCoy was faced with an honest to got meatball with fur, beady eyes, and a long snout. His legs were short and his arms long; it reminded Leonard of one of Joanna’s drawings. The doctor clamped his mouth shut against any and all forms of sound; laughter, and obscene comments alike.
Leonard backed up a couple of steps. Small obsidian eyes watched McCoy carefully and with extreme interest. Of course, McCoy was no Betazoid but something was not right, he felt the hairs on his arms and on the back of his neck stand on end. Everything in the air around him screamed, “Warning: Danger! Run the fuck away!”
Except he had no place to go.
The meatball shuddered, his fur puffing up as a purring keening sound came from him. He was satisfied with something, and Leonard had a bad feeling that he was the reason.
Turning his head to glance over his shoulder he shouted for his best friend, momentarily forgetting that the starship captain couldn’t hear him.
The meatball rumbled out an order its voice low as he waved a hand in Leonard’s direction. McCoy’s head snapped back as the two four-armed goons stomped toward him. Backing up further Leonard felt his back hit the wall of the cage behind him. The material was like pure energy and it tingled as he pressed up against it. Goon one, and goon two reached forward grabbing Leonard’s arms roughly. Yelping McCoy stumbled as he was yanked forward.
“Delicate,” the meatball snapped gurgling in irritation. Goon two grunted out a snort in reply but they didn’t ease their grips. Leonard couldn’t get his feet to work as fast as they wanted, so they dragged him along. He couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
The universal translator was having a hard time picking up whatever was being said. So far it had only been able to pick up little things, so Leonard had figure it all out on his own. And he didn’t like what he was hearing one bit. Things like, “pretties”, “Treasure,” “Collar,” and “obedience,” were being thrown around.
When the fuzzy meatball with legs turned and said something to McCoy all the translator could pick up was a series of purrs, grunts, and snorts. Leonard raised an eyebrow at the creature in front of him and shook his head. The alien wasn’t pleased and appeared to be thinking, one long arm lifted and he reached out with his stubby fingers and took McCoy by the chin.
Leonard wanted to jerk away and spit out some insults but the four-armed balls of muscle kept him in place. Mostly by tightening their grips in warning. The alien hummed and nodded in understanding, he knew Leonard couldn’t understand him so he uttered a single sound. And by some strange miracle, the translator picked it up.
‘My kidnapper’s name is Tiq. That’s just wonderful. Jesus, I hope Chekov is okay, the kid took one hell of a hit. Maybe if I play nice this asshole will give me medical supplies…’
McCoy’s thoughts were abruptly and rudely interrupted by gravity. The steroid twins let him go. Groaning Leonard pushed himself up off of the hard stone floor so he resting on his knees instead of his face. TIQ gestured for him to get up and move to a patch of light, it was a perfect circle and it made the doctor very nervous. But his hesitation only got him a couple of new bruises.
Stumbling to his feet McCoy entered the circle of light. Turning to face his captors he scowled and crossed his arms in as much defiance as he could muster. TIQ purred, chirped, and clicked and Leonard couldn’t tell if he were happy, amused, or annoyed. The two guards relaxed somewhat and their expressions were so much easier to read, and what Leonard saw he wasn’t encouraged.
McCoy swallowed hard and jumped when two metal arms sprang from the ceiling their claw-like hands spinning and twirling around sounding like the antique drill his grandfather had. Leonard tried to move but he found that he couldn’t. Now he knows why the two goons were watching him with expressions full of amusement.
The circle of light had some sort of paralytic effect. He hypothesized that it was something more psychological than anything else. The clawed hands pinched and snapped as they got closer and closer; and the closer they got the worse Leonard’s breathing became. ‘Calm down you idiot,’ he scolded himself and began to force his heart and breathing under control.
Something cold clasped itself tightly around his neck. A resounding click echoing in his ears reminded him of a lock on a cage being slid home. The circle of light died and he didn’t have the energy to hold himself up anymore. Leonard fell to his knees once more and he had no desire to get back up again.
TIQ and his groupies had other plans apparently. After ignoring the clicks, purs, and snorts McCoy felt a quick jolt of terrible pain. Clutching at the collar around his neck he looked up to see TIQ holding up a sleek-looking remote. Mind numb it took Leonard a moment to realize how much trouble he was truly in. TIQ pressed on the remote again and it left Leonard gasping and shuddering. The second jolt was significantly worse than the last.
Struggling to his feet Leonard swayed dizzily. TIQ seemed much happier when his orders were followed. McCoy bit back the obscenities and nausea that climbed up his throat. He felt hollow as he was dragged back to his cage.
Chekov was awake when he was pushed into his clear-cubed cell. The young navigator was sitting up against the far wall, but when saw McCoy he unsteadily scrambled to his feet. “Doctor are you alright?”
Taking a relieved breath Leonard saw that Chekov was collar free and from the looks of things, so were Kirk and Spock. Jim’s eyes were wide with worry, his nose, forehead, and hands were pressed up against the wall of his prison. Spock stood calmly beside him and when McCoy’s gaze fell to him he merely pointed out into the distance, where the other cages hung like displays.
Walking over -- with Chekov right at his shoulder -- Leonard saw what had them all so nervous. A holographic display of him was flickering for all to see and what appeared to be a countdown. He was startled to see that it was an auction. He was being auctioned off like cattle, or perhaps worse. “That’s not good,” he muttered and turned his attention back to Jim and Spock who were staring at him with anger. Jolted Leonard realized they weren’t staring at him but the collar around his neck.
They had no choice but to watch the countdown with trepidation as it neared zero. When it did a bone-rattling boom echoed and shook everything around them. McCoy’s image with the timer shimmered away leaving behind a green symbol. Since it was an auction it must mean, “sold!”
Not nearly enough time later TIQ was back with his two best friends. Glaring, Leonard crossed his arms keeping as far away from the door as possible. TIQ held up the remote threateningly and McCoy responded the only way he knew how; an incredibly rude gesture that seemed to be universal. McCoy was unsurprised when TIQ hit the button, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
Falling to his knees, he felt almost detached from his body. His hands curled and uncurled, he kept his teeth clenched in an effort to keep from biting his tongue clean off. He heard the muffled worried shouts of Chekov and felt himself being dragged from the room. His entire body tingled uncomfortably, twitching here and there.
Yelping Leonard suddenly hit the ground, painfully colliding with the rough grating of a ship’s ramp. Groggily he looked up but he couldn’t see much, everything blurred and bled together. Another long painful jolt rocked through him and McCoy couldn’t keep from screaming out. This jolt lasted much longer than the others, and Leonard saw it for what it was. A final warning. Obey or pay the price.
McCoy didn’t even realize that the collar stopped shocking him when he was forced up so he was on his knees. His muscles spasmed painfully and he’s fairly sure -- much to his extreme embarrassment -- his bladder had let go. Blinking away dark spots and shapes McCoy put on his best glare and scowl. His new “Owner” -- an Orion male -- sauntered over to him with a smile on his lips. Crouching down the man looked into his eyes and nodded in satisfaction. “He’s perfect. And a doctor you said?” he asked looking over his shoulder back at TIQ who just fluffed and chirped in confirmation.
The man looked down at a PADD in his hand the smirk never leaving his lips. “Doctor Leonard Horatio McCoy. Lieutenant Commander and CMO of the USS Enterprise,” he murmured reading the profile his captures must have put together. The Orion tapped at the PADD for a second and gave a mock pout,
“As much as I would have loved the complete set...you were expensive enough as it was doctor. You may call me sir, or Thalin”
Leonard’s scowl darkened his feelings on the matter clear. The Orion man chuckled and gently patted his stubbled cheek. “Not to worry Doctor you will be well taken care of,”
“Can I give you some advice?” McCoy asked through clenched teeth, his eyes never leaving the man. TIQ raised the remote to give Leonard another zap but was stopped by a raised hand. Thalin cocked his head in amusement,
“I’m curious,” he murmured. Taking a deep breath McCoy looked the man who bought him dead in the eye,
“Son, you’re gonna regret your life choices. One of the things yeh don’t ever want to do is cross the crew of the Enterprise, and you’ve pissed off its captain and first officer. And most importantly you’ve pissed me the fuck off. So my advice Thalin is to run.”
Thalin snorted and burst into laughter which prompted the others to join in. Leonard chuckled darkly and shook his head, his gaze fell to the floor before he raised it again. Thalin had taken the remote from TIQ still chortling and snickering like he had been told the funniest thing in the universe. He fiddled with the remote for a moment and sighed contently,
“Thank you doctor but I’ll take my chances,” he said before his smile turned malicious. ‘Dumbass,’ Leonard thought a second before the unbearable pain hit. He had really hoped that he placed his money on the right bet. By the way things seemed to work around here either Jim or Spock would be next. Leonard banked on Spock because no matter the species they would always save the best for last. And Spock wouldn’t allow himself to be collared as Leonard had. McCoy just hoped Spock could hear him scream. It was the best --and quickest-- way to find him after all.
Had it worked or was he just as fucked as before? Leonard couldn’t even tell how much time had passed.
He knew he was screaming himself hoarse but for a moment he could almost hear another. A roar and shouted curses that would have made a cross quadrant trucker blush. The pain stopped but lingered in his bones and joints. He opened his eyes a fraction hissing as his muscles spasmed, the air was thick and he couldn’t breathe. His throat was closing.
A hand rested on his shoulder a heavily accented voice shouting at him to “Stay awake Doctor!” running footsteps echoed in his head painfully like a stampede of spooked horses. He didn’t mind because he knew that mouth breathing from anywhere.
“Took ya’ll long enough,” he choked out gasping. The collar was quickly broken and tossed away with a clatter.
Jim’s voice was fading in and out but Leonard could only assume that the kid was making a plan to get the hell out and get back to the Enterprise. Mostly so they could come back and free everyone who had been taken. That would be a Jim thing to do, Leonard mused numbly.
To him, it didn’t feel like time had passed at all. For all, he knew he was still on the ground with Jim and Spock hovering over him and Chekov nervously bouncing around the transport they must have taken. He could feel vibrations of a ship beneath him, a feeling he once hated but now took comfort in.
It wasn’t until minutes -- hours? Days? -- later that he realized that he was back home. In sickbay with the soft familiar chirps, beeps, and the lemony disinfectant smell that he liked. As his senses came back to him Leonard heard more and more. His staff bustling quietly, -- though muffled. Must be in a private room his drugged tired mind supplied -- his heart monitor beeping steadily, the sound of softly murmured conversation nearby. Someone was visiting.
Through the fog, Leonard tried to figure out who it was but they just seemed too far away. He felt heavy again. Simply being aware and thinking had cost Leonard all of his energy and he began to slip back down into the dark. But he didn’t want to go, some things in the dark haunted him. Made him want to never sleep again, maybe then the constant nightmares would stop.
Someone took his hand and gave it a squeeze of reassurance and warmth, “Yer alright laddie. You’re home safe, Jim just popped out to catch some sleep.” It was Scotty. Scotty was his visitor. Another hand landed on his shoulder giving it a squeeze,
“Someone will be here when you wake up. It’s okay we got you,” McCoy had to wrack his brain for a moment before a name floated by him. Sulu. Scotty and Sulu were watching over him. It was both surprising and unsurprising, they were his friends, he knew that. But he didn’t expect them to sit by his bed. Maybe it was because he always woke up with Jim or Spock there. He should have known everyone would take shifts to watch over him.
Leonard internally smiled as he lazily drifted back into oblivion. He’ll be alright.
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*Quick Note: I know most of you are all like "Why did Len wake up to Scotty and Sulu?" Well...here's the answer! It's a little inside joke with myself and I guess whoever does Bones whump. He ALWAYS wakes up to Jim and Spock and I wanted to be a rebel. 🤣
General Star Trek Headcanons for day 11 (Headcanons) and 16 (Worldbuilding) of Trektober 2021
School has the same energy and attitude to learning as primary/elementary school but obviously learning gets more advanced as the years go on and the option to specialise is there as you get older
Also people being different ages in different years isn't unheard of or too rare (I mean in AOS most of the crew would be child geniuses to be in the same position as TOS but in less time)
I initially thought learning would be like on Vulcan with learning pits but this stopped any cool high school ideas for character backstories and also humans are social, creative creatures. Even if kids are loners, and there's less pressure to be forced into activities, it's still better to be around people than alone in a pit
Perhaps classes are based around learning style with age as a secondary factor so kids who like to work alone work alone with some creativity, others who need more time are given more time without the separation of modern classes or the possible stigma of being the only one
Human Sex Ed is well taught and not dependent on the school but alien sex Ed is a bit dependent on if you're near a big Starfleet outpost or not
Creativity is encouraged, other pathways for life other than college/uni (such as entrepreneurship or apprenticeships etc) are taught and encouraged
Basically in star trek times they recaptured the joy of learning that let people make discoveries in the past
There's opportunities to specialise while having less pressure on grades and you're also looked after so money isn't too much of an issue
Education, food, health, tech and infrastructure are well funded, as well as Starfleet
Basically a lot is taken out of taxes of people who can afford it and in return you get everything you need to live so the only things you need to pay for are actual luxuries such as dining out or holidays and stuff
This is definitely not a way for me to get my anger at society out of my system
Characters and ship:
Ben and Hikaru met in a garden centre, Chekov found Ben
Ben is a marine biologist who's a year older than Hikaru and worked as a life guard on the beach while Hikaru was in the Academy
Yes this meant a lot of Baywatch-esque scenes
Ben calls Hikaru: Hiccup (from calling him Hik), Ru (from Hikaru) and Joey (Ru -> Kangaroo -> Baby Kangaroo -> Joey)
Ben's family are a long line of fisherpeople? Fishermen? Idk the gender neutral term
This means Hikaru gets lots of cute daddy daughter fishing trip pictures of Ben and Demora when away
Crewmates with daddy issues tend to gravitate towards either Bones or Scotty or both purely because they radiate dad energy
This is why Jim and Spock are so close to Bones and Jaylah and Chekov are kinda adopted by Scotty
Uhura sings to Disney princess songs while washing her hair and yes this means she's a Disney princess
Stuff like A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes from Cinderella and Once Upon a Dream from Sleeping Beauty
Bones and Uhura have a ballroom dancing club in the rec room
That's all I have, hope you enjoyed this!
Skybox Final Frontier trading card number 15, "Mission Profile," 1994.