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Title: To the End (La Comédie)
Series: Star Trek XI (as if I write for anything else these days): water park 'verse
Rating: PG-13/R for some violence, swearing, and fade-to-black sexy stuff
Summary: You are cordially invited to the Starfleet social function of the year. That is, assuming these terrorists and the Enterprise Crew's own issues don't get in the way.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with the characters featured in Star Trek or the Star Trek movie from 2009. No harm was meant, so put the lawyers away, man.
Chapter Notes: There, um...aren't any. I know, right? Wait no...there's a Wrath of Khan reference. It's pretty obvious when you see it.
Well I'll say this again because I can...62,471 words. I just...I wrote this in two weeks. (Boy I sure hope it doesn't show!) I'm inordinately proud of this story, and I thank those of you who have read it for doing so. Again I need to thank![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
faoi_cheilt, inugrlrayn, and cryogenia for all of their support and assistance. I thank everyone for commenting, too, especially during such a busy time of the year. I realize my timing is terrible but I wanted to post it before 2010 was up, so I thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to read this.
I'll still be writing one-shots for this 'verse, but this is the last big story. So thank you, to everyone who's been with me from the beginning. It's really wonderful to see the same usernames every time. :D I'm by far not going to quit writing these two, so I hope you'll stick with me!
The hotel room was lit only by the sunrise, and the windows and balcony doors were open as they let in a gentle, balmy breeze.
Bones stretched a bit; he was careful not to jostle or wake Jim, who was in his usual position wrapped up in the sheets with his head on his shoulder. He snuffled a little before burrowing in closer.
Sighing quietly, Bones gently moved out from underneath him. He got up and went over to his bag. He and Jim had yet to unpack, as they were too occupied when they arrived at their destination the night before. He smiled as he looked down at the floor; sure enough, their tuxedos were still scattered all over the place.
Privately, he was amazed Jim let him get to the bed before pouncing.
After pulling on a thin pair of sleep pants, Bones ran a hand through his hair and walked over to the balcony. He admired the view for a good few minutes.
While he generally was not a huge fan of the beach, he had to admit the view was stunning. The sound of the waves came lolling in and the sunrise was orange, red, and gold above the water. He could smell salt and something sweet, like fruit, on the air.
The light glinted off his finger, and he looked down at his wedding band.
The first time he was married, he never quite got used to wearing the ring. Maybe it didn’t fit properly, or maybe he should have taken it as a sign. This one already felt like it was a part of him. He had even forgotten about it until the light hit it, and it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since the ceremony.
Bones smiled; any possible lingering doubts he had were washed away. He was married, and he was happy.
Those two things were all that mattered.
A pair of hands slid over and around his waist from behind. He closed his eyes and leaned back into his husband without a word.
“Why’d you get up,” Jim asked with a bit of sleep in his voice.
“Jet lag, mostly,” he answered. “I’m two hours ahead.”
Jim nuzzled the soft spot right behind his ear. “So am I, but I was sleeping in.”
“Didn’t we just have this conversation a few days ago?” He turned to face him without breaking his hold.
“We did, but I think you didn’t take me seriously when I said we weren’t getting out of bed for twenty-four hours.” Letting go of him just so he could grab his hands, Jim began to pull him back to the bed. “That means for meals, too, you know.”
Bones chuckled as he let himself be pulled along. “I’m assuming we’re going to survive on room service just like every other trip we’ve taken.”
“No, we’ll go out,” Jim said as he pulled him down into bed with him. “Just...not until tomorrow. Or the day after.” He quickly took advantage and pressed a kiss to Bones’ collarbone.
It was at this precise moment that Jim's stomach growled.
Jim sighed and Bones began to laugh. “Thanks for ruining the moment,” he said down to his abdomen. He let go of Bones long enough to fish something out of the nightstand drawer. “Speaking of room service...” Bones checked the chronometer; they probably had just opened. “I’m thinking eggs, but do I want florentine or benedict?” He thought for a moment, squinting at the PADD. “Probably florentine. You, however, should get the pancakes with extra syrup and bacon instead of sausage.”
He looked at him incredulously. “Or you could get the pancakes, since that’s obviously something that you want.”
“I don’t want to eat all of them, just a couple of bites. Besides, you love pancakes.”
“How do you know I’m in the mood for them?”
Jim shrugged. “You’re always in the mood for them.” He kept squinting at the PADD. “Hm, eggs florentine isn’t on here.”
“Yes, it is, it’s right here,” Bones said with a point of his finger. Jim blushed a little.
“Oh, I must have just overlooked it.” After staring at him for second, Bones got up out of the bed. “Hey wait, what did I just say? Get your ass back here.”
“Just a moment, dear,” he tossed over his shoulder as he grabbed a small wrapped box out of his bag. He walked back over and handed it to Jim. “Happy...marriage, or something.”
With a furrowed brow, Jim slowly unwrapped the present. It was a long case that, when he opened it, revealed a pair of black glasses. He looked up at Bones with a blank expression.
“Normally I’d have Geoff give you Retivax,” he began, “but you’re allergic to it.”
Jim glared up at him. “I don’t need glasses.”
“Jim, every time I’ve seen you look at a PADD lately you’ve been squinting. It was especially noticeable when we were signing off on everything for the wedding.” He gestured at the glasses. “They’re only for reading, so no one ever has to see you with them except for me.”
He pulled the glasses out of their case and opened them up. They had thick black plastic frames and clear lenses. He put them on, pushing them further up his nose with a finger. He then looked back at Bones. “Well? Go on, tell me how dorky I look.”
Bones gave him a long, considering look. They honestly looked good on him. He looked a little older, but the main thing was how they highlighted those big blue eyes. “You look handsome.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“Right, because I’m suddenly in the habit of lying to people to make them feel better.”
Jim opened his mouth for a moment, then closed it. “I really look good?”
“Of course,” he answered with a kiss. “Remember, they’re just for reading. If you wear them more than that, you’ll end up needing them full time.”
Jim was fidgeting with the glasses a little. “Duly noted. Now can we order breakfast?” He turned his attention back to the PADD. Obviously being able to read it more clearly, he quickly selected their meals and typed a note to the staff before hitting send. A pop up told him how long it would be before their food would arrive. “It says twenty minutes until delivery.”
Bones nodded. “I’m sure we can figure out a way to fill that time.” Jim raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes in response. “Twenty minutes isn’t long enough for that, and I know you. If I do anything to keep you from eating you’ll strangle me when I’m not looking.”
The captain snorted. “You’re assuming you’d be lucky enough to be strangled.”
“This is true,” Bones said as he shifted back into a laying position. Jim quickly took advantage and pillowed his head on his chest. “No, I’m not going to risk it. I’d like to have a long marriage this time, thanks.” For some reason, the words long marriage made Jim stiffen. That was odd. “Jim?”
“Yeah?”
His tone of voice was superficially light, and Bones could hear the edge below it. “What’s wrong?”
There was a long pause before Jim shifted so that he was laying on his stomach, enabling him to look Bones right in the eye. After a minute or two of this, he began to talk. “Where do you see yourself in three years when the tour’s over?”
He didn’t even hesitate before replying with, “On leave before going back into space for round two.”
Jim frowned at this for some reason. “That’s what you want?”
“That’s where I’ll be,” Bones clarified. “It’s hard for you to captain a starship without us being in space.”
“Maybe that isn’t what I want,” he said, causing Bones to blink at him rapidly.
“You want to quit Starfleet? Jim, that’s crazy.”
Jim shook his head a few times. “No, I don’t mean that. Starfleet’s where I belong, but the thing is...I don’t have to be in space to be in Starfleet.”
“You’re not making sense,” he answered.
“I’m not making sense because you can’t disconnect me captaining a starship from me staying in the ‘Fleet. There are plenty of other things I can do and stay in the service. I don’t have to be on the front lines all the time.”
“You’re still not making sense,” Bones said in a gentle voice. “Jim, being captain of the Enterprise is everything to you. You love it more than anything.”
“Not more than I love you, I don’t,” Jim blurted out. “Seriously, Bones, the other night would never have happened if not for the Nerada incident, and I haven’t exactly kept a low profile since then. As long as I keep putting myself out there, things like this are going to happen to me.”
“I know, Jim, and I don’t have a problem with that,” he said. “It’s part of being with you, I’ve told you this.”
“It shouldn’t have to be!” And, okay, Jim was genuinely angry about this. “Why should you have to settle for this? It’s not right, and it’s too much to ask of you. I can still do my job and not put myself at risk. I’m meant for Starfleet, Bones, I’d never say otherwise, but there are other roles I can fill without getting captured every ten seconds or being shot up.”
“Pushing papers would make you miserable,” he said. “You’re not built for a desk job.”
“Maybe not a strict desk job like Barnett’s, but I could do something like what Pike does and be happy,” Jim pointed out. “That’s interesting and complex enough to keep me going without putting me in harm’s way. I’m sure they’ll be getting more agents within the next few years, which means they’ll need at least one other handler.”
Bones looked at him. “You’re really serious about this.”
“You could teach at the medical college, you were always so unhappy with how your classes were handled. Why not fix the curriculum from the inside out? We could get a house in San Francisco, have a yard and maybe get a dog even. I’ve always wanted a dog, but Frank wouldn’t let us have one. Jo could come visit on weekends or school breaks. We could have things like a place where we get our coffee in the mornings, or a restaurant we always go to.” The expression on his face was incredibly earnest. “We could have a life together, Bones, more than we ever would up in space.”
Bones thought carefully for several minutes. Jim never said anything like this before and this whole conversation worried him a bit. Although he had to admit, it did sound appealing.“I’m not sure this is a good thing to decide right now.”
“You think I’m going to change my mind?”
“I think that three years is a long time, and we don’t have to tell Starfleet any plans until the current tour is just about up. So while I’m not assuming that you’ll change your mind it’s something we can’t rule out happening either.”
Jim’s lips quirked up in a rueful smile. “No, I guess we can’t. Although since when do I change my mind about anything?”
“That’s a fair point, but Jim...we just got married yesterday. We have time to think about this.”
He nodded a few times. “Yeah, we do. I realize that, but I’ve never been the type to put things off.” Jim paused to push his glasses back up his nose. “So what do you say?”
“I say...” Bones hesitated for a moment. “I say if that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do. However, if you should change your mind for any reason in the next three years then we’ll change our plans. Is that fair?”
“Perfectly,” Jim said and he leaned forward; Bones met him halfway and they sealed the arrangement with a kiss. Just in time, as their breakfast trays were beamed onto the foot of the bed. Bones quirked an eyebrow at him. “I may have given them extra instructions on where to send the food.”
“I’m shocked and amazed,” Bones answered as Jim passed him his tray. “You realize we’ll have to go to the bathroom at some point?”
As he stole a piece of bacon, Jim shrugged. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
He couldn’t help but snort at that as he dug into his pancakes. He also kept slapping Jim’s hand away from his bacon. Jim pouted, and his eyes widened almost comically behind his glasses. Bones finally relented and gave him another piece.
“I swear to God you should register those things as deadly weapons,” he said in a sour tone as Jim munched with a happy expression.
“They only work on you, and besides it’s your own fault. You got me the glasses.”
Bones looked at him sideways. “When we’re done eating, you’re going to keep those on, right?”
“You want me to?” Jim scooped up some of the hollandaise sauce with his index finger before he pointedly sucked it off. Bones swallowed hard.
“Apparently I was too subtle; yes, you should keep them on.”
Jim, who had already finished his food, placed his tray on the floor by the bed. “Well, hurry up and finish so that we can, you know, hurry up and finish.”
Bones rolled his eyes, but he did eat faster. When he was done, Jim pulled him close.
True to his word, they didn’t get out of bed until the following day, a fact Bones did not mind one bit.
Series: Star Trek XI (as if I write for anything else these days): water park 'verse
Rating: PG-13/R for some violence, swearing, and fade-to-black sexy stuff
Summary: You are cordially invited to the Starfleet social function of the year. That is, assuming these terrorists and the Enterprise Crew's own issues don't get in the way.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with the characters featured in Star Trek or the Star Trek movie from 2009. No harm was meant, so put the lawyers away, man.
Chapter Notes: There, um...aren't any. I know, right? Wait no...there's a Wrath of Khan reference. It's pretty obvious when you see it.
Well I'll say this again because I can...62,471 words. I just...I wrote this in two weeks. (Boy I sure hope it doesn't show!) I'm inordinately proud of this story, and I thank those of you who have read it for doing so. Again I need to thank
faoi_cheilt, inugrlrayn, and cryogenia for all of their support and assistance. I thank everyone for commenting, too, especially during such a busy time of the year. I realize my timing is terrible but I wanted to post it before 2010 was up, so I thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to read this.I'll still be writing one-shots for this 'verse, but this is the last big story. So thank you, to everyone who's been with me from the beginning. It's really wonderful to see the same usernames every time. :D I'm by far not going to quit writing these two, so I hope you'll stick with me!
The hotel room was lit only by the sunrise, and the windows and balcony doors were open as they let in a gentle, balmy breeze.
Bones stretched a bit; he was careful not to jostle or wake Jim, who was in his usual position wrapped up in the sheets with his head on his shoulder. He snuffled a little before burrowing in closer.
Sighing quietly, Bones gently moved out from underneath him. He got up and went over to his bag. He and Jim had yet to unpack, as they were too occupied when they arrived at their destination the night before. He smiled as he looked down at the floor; sure enough, their tuxedos were still scattered all over the place.
Privately, he was amazed Jim let him get to the bed before pouncing.
After pulling on a thin pair of sleep pants, Bones ran a hand through his hair and walked over to the balcony. He admired the view for a good few minutes.
While he generally was not a huge fan of the beach, he had to admit the view was stunning. The sound of the waves came lolling in and the sunrise was orange, red, and gold above the water. He could smell salt and something sweet, like fruit, on the air.
The light glinted off his finger, and he looked down at his wedding band.
The first time he was married, he never quite got used to wearing the ring. Maybe it didn’t fit properly, or maybe he should have taken it as a sign. This one already felt like it was a part of him. He had even forgotten about it until the light hit it, and it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since the ceremony.
Bones smiled; any possible lingering doubts he had were washed away. He was married, and he was happy.
Those two things were all that mattered.
A pair of hands slid over and around his waist from behind. He closed his eyes and leaned back into his husband without a word.
“Why’d you get up,” Jim asked with a bit of sleep in his voice.
“Jet lag, mostly,” he answered. “I’m two hours ahead.”
Jim nuzzled the soft spot right behind his ear. “So am I, but I was sleeping in.”
“Didn’t we just have this conversation a few days ago?” He turned to face him without breaking his hold.
“We did, but I think you didn’t take me seriously when I said we weren’t getting out of bed for twenty-four hours.” Letting go of him just so he could grab his hands, Jim began to pull him back to the bed. “That means for meals, too, you know.”
Bones chuckled as he let himself be pulled along. “I’m assuming we’re going to survive on room service just like every other trip we’ve taken.”
“No, we’ll go out,” Jim said as he pulled him down into bed with him. “Just...not until tomorrow. Or the day after.” He quickly took advantage and pressed a kiss to Bones’ collarbone.
It was at this precise moment that Jim's stomach growled.
Jim sighed and Bones began to laugh. “Thanks for ruining the moment,” he said down to his abdomen. He let go of Bones long enough to fish something out of the nightstand drawer. “Speaking of room service...” Bones checked the chronometer; they probably had just opened. “I’m thinking eggs, but do I want florentine or benedict?” He thought for a moment, squinting at the PADD. “Probably florentine. You, however, should get the pancakes with extra syrup and bacon instead of sausage.”
He looked at him incredulously. “Or you could get the pancakes, since that’s obviously something that you want.”
“I don’t want to eat all of them, just a couple of bites. Besides, you love pancakes.”
“How do you know I’m in the mood for them?”
Jim shrugged. “You’re always in the mood for them.” He kept squinting at the PADD. “Hm, eggs florentine isn’t on here.”
“Yes, it is, it’s right here,” Bones said with a point of his finger. Jim blushed a little.
“Oh, I must have just overlooked it.” After staring at him for second, Bones got up out of the bed. “Hey wait, what did I just say? Get your ass back here.”
“Just a moment, dear,” he tossed over his shoulder as he grabbed a small wrapped box out of his bag. He walked back over and handed it to Jim. “Happy...marriage, or something.”
With a furrowed brow, Jim slowly unwrapped the present. It was a long case that, when he opened it, revealed a pair of black glasses. He looked up at Bones with a blank expression.
“Normally I’d have Geoff give you Retivax,” he began, “but you’re allergic to it.”
Jim glared up at him. “I don’t need glasses.”
“Jim, every time I’ve seen you look at a PADD lately you’ve been squinting. It was especially noticeable when we were signing off on everything for the wedding.” He gestured at the glasses. “They’re only for reading, so no one ever has to see you with them except for me.”
He pulled the glasses out of their case and opened them up. They had thick black plastic frames and clear lenses. He put them on, pushing them further up his nose with a finger. He then looked back at Bones. “Well? Go on, tell me how dorky I look.”
Bones gave him a long, considering look. They honestly looked good on him. He looked a little older, but the main thing was how they highlighted those big blue eyes. “You look handsome.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“Right, because I’m suddenly in the habit of lying to people to make them feel better.”
Jim opened his mouth for a moment, then closed it. “I really look good?”
“Of course,” he answered with a kiss. “Remember, they’re just for reading. If you wear them more than that, you’ll end up needing them full time.”
Jim was fidgeting with the glasses a little. “Duly noted. Now can we order breakfast?” He turned his attention back to the PADD. Obviously being able to read it more clearly, he quickly selected their meals and typed a note to the staff before hitting send. A pop up told him how long it would be before their food would arrive. “It says twenty minutes until delivery.”
Bones nodded. “I’m sure we can figure out a way to fill that time.” Jim raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes in response. “Twenty minutes isn’t long enough for that, and I know you. If I do anything to keep you from eating you’ll strangle me when I’m not looking.”
The captain snorted. “You’re assuming you’d be lucky enough to be strangled.”
“This is true,” Bones said as he shifted back into a laying position. Jim quickly took advantage and pillowed his head on his chest. “No, I’m not going to risk it. I’d like to have a long marriage this time, thanks.” For some reason, the words long marriage made Jim stiffen. That was odd. “Jim?”
“Yeah?”
His tone of voice was superficially light, and Bones could hear the edge below it. “What’s wrong?”
There was a long pause before Jim shifted so that he was laying on his stomach, enabling him to look Bones right in the eye. After a minute or two of this, he began to talk. “Where do you see yourself in three years when the tour’s over?”
He didn’t even hesitate before replying with, “On leave before going back into space for round two.”
Jim frowned at this for some reason. “That’s what you want?”
“That’s where I’ll be,” Bones clarified. “It’s hard for you to captain a starship without us being in space.”
“Maybe that isn’t what I want,” he said, causing Bones to blink at him rapidly.
“You want to quit Starfleet? Jim, that’s crazy.”
Jim shook his head a few times. “No, I don’t mean that. Starfleet’s where I belong, but the thing is...I don’t have to be in space to be in Starfleet.”
“You’re not making sense,” he answered.
“I’m not making sense because you can’t disconnect me captaining a starship from me staying in the ‘Fleet. There are plenty of other things I can do and stay in the service. I don’t have to be on the front lines all the time.”
“You’re still not making sense,” Bones said in a gentle voice. “Jim, being captain of the Enterprise is everything to you. You love it more than anything.”
“Not more than I love you, I don’t,” Jim blurted out. “Seriously, Bones, the other night would never have happened if not for the Nerada incident, and I haven’t exactly kept a low profile since then. As long as I keep putting myself out there, things like this are going to happen to me.”
“I know, Jim, and I don’t have a problem with that,” he said. “It’s part of being with you, I’ve told you this.”
“It shouldn’t have to be!” And, okay, Jim was genuinely angry about this. “Why should you have to settle for this? It’s not right, and it’s too much to ask of you. I can still do my job and not put myself at risk. I’m meant for Starfleet, Bones, I’d never say otherwise, but there are other roles I can fill without getting captured every ten seconds or being shot up.”
“Pushing papers would make you miserable,” he said. “You’re not built for a desk job.”
“Maybe not a strict desk job like Barnett’s, but I could do something like what Pike does and be happy,” Jim pointed out. “That’s interesting and complex enough to keep me going without putting me in harm’s way. I’m sure they’ll be getting more agents within the next few years, which means they’ll need at least one other handler.”
Bones looked at him. “You’re really serious about this.”
“You could teach at the medical college, you were always so unhappy with how your classes were handled. Why not fix the curriculum from the inside out? We could get a house in San Francisco, have a yard and maybe get a dog even. I’ve always wanted a dog, but Frank wouldn’t let us have one. Jo could come visit on weekends or school breaks. We could have things like a place where we get our coffee in the mornings, or a restaurant we always go to.” The expression on his face was incredibly earnest. “We could have a life together, Bones, more than we ever would up in space.”
Bones thought carefully for several minutes. Jim never said anything like this before and this whole conversation worried him a bit. Although he had to admit, it did sound appealing.“I’m not sure this is a good thing to decide right now.”
“You think I’m going to change my mind?”
“I think that three years is a long time, and we don’t have to tell Starfleet any plans until the current tour is just about up. So while I’m not assuming that you’ll change your mind it’s something we can’t rule out happening either.”
Jim’s lips quirked up in a rueful smile. “No, I guess we can’t. Although since when do I change my mind about anything?”
“That’s a fair point, but Jim...we just got married yesterday. We have time to think about this.”
He nodded a few times. “Yeah, we do. I realize that, but I’ve never been the type to put things off.” Jim paused to push his glasses back up his nose. “So what do you say?”
“I say...” Bones hesitated for a moment. “I say if that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do. However, if you should change your mind for any reason in the next three years then we’ll change our plans. Is that fair?”
“Perfectly,” Jim said and he leaned forward; Bones met him halfway and they sealed the arrangement with a kiss. Just in time, as their breakfast trays were beamed onto the foot of the bed. Bones quirked an eyebrow at him. “I may have given them extra instructions on where to send the food.”
“I’m shocked and amazed,” Bones answered as Jim passed him his tray. “You realize we’ll have to go to the bathroom at some point?”
As he stole a piece of bacon, Jim shrugged. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
He couldn’t help but snort at that as he dug into his pancakes. He also kept slapping Jim’s hand away from his bacon. Jim pouted, and his eyes widened almost comically behind his glasses. Bones finally relented and gave him another piece.
“I swear to God you should register those things as deadly weapons,” he said in a sour tone as Jim munched with a happy expression.
“They only work on you, and besides it’s your own fault. You got me the glasses.”
Bones looked at him sideways. “When we’re done eating, you’re going to keep those on, right?”
“You want me to?” Jim scooped up some of the hollandaise sauce with his index finger before he pointedly sucked it off. Bones swallowed hard.
“Apparently I was too subtle; yes, you should keep them on.”
Jim, who had already finished his food, placed his tray on the floor by the bed. “Well, hurry up and finish so that we can, you know, hurry up and finish.”
Bones rolled his eyes, but he did eat faster. When he was done, Jim pulled him close.
True to his word, they didn’t get out of bed until the following day, a fact Bones did not mind one bit.
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Date: 2011-01-02 07:39 am (UTC)From:I want moar Scotty/Chekov... is that weird?
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:21 pm (UTC)From:No that's not weird, since they're the couple with the least screentime. There'll be more in the future!
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:13 am (UTC)From:I also REALLY want more Scotty/Chekov(what can i say? you wrote them *that* well), preferably above a pg-13 rating, and some more Sulu+Chekov friendship. They need love!!!
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:24 pm (UTC)From:You're very welcome, the pleasure is all mine. :D Thank you so much for reading it, I really appreciate that. More will be coming soon!
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:28 am (UTC)From:(As an aside, I very much liked Jim's conversation. I get sick of the cliche that Jim's only possible destiny is starship captain and Bones has to trail after him, whatever the cost.)
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:28 pm (UTC)From:Thank you for reading it!
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Date: 2011-01-02 09:31 am (UTC)From:I love your style so much, the way you handle all the characters, and give them so much time and you write them with such love. Scotty/Chekov is just perfect and I too hope to see more of them in your next fics. I'm pleased you say you are still keen on writing Jim/Bones and, I while I feel horribly sad this lovely story is over, I'm waiting with bated breath for your next one!
Thank you for another riveting and delightful read, bb. I'm hoping to see you pimp this more widely - you're too damn modest and you need to wave your fic arse out there so more readers get to sample your delights! ;D
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:37 pm (UTC)From:I'm contemplating a story that's what Chekov and Scotty get up to on one of their dates with everyone else as peripheral characters, so maybe that'll happen soon. And I'll never stop being keen on writing Jim/Bones, I'm pretty sure they're the OTP of my heart.
I uh...I actually don't know where or how to pimp my own writing. All of my previous fandoms, reccing yourself was highly frowned upon so I'm afraid I have no idea how to go about doing that. Any advice would be most welcome!
Yes, it took pretty much all of the two weeks. I'm on holiday from school so I did nothing but write my whole break when my family wasn't around. :D If only life could be like that all the time!
Thank you so much for all the kind words!
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Date: 2011-01-02 11:49 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 12:13 am (UTC)From:Thank you so much for the kind words, seriously. They mean a lot, I nearly cried at your recc post. So again, thank you.
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Date: 2011-01-02 10:40 am (UTC)From:I'm going to admit I thought you were a little hard on Sulu, but that may be because of my deep love for the character and the men who've played him. No, seriously, I spent a few years in a foreign country where there is a lot of US intelligence presence and there were times when we realized people we knew were agents. When you found out, there was an immediate weirdness. Sort of the- are you going to report what I say to someone, is the only reason you're here with me that you want to ingratiate yourself, get an idea of what young people here say and think?
And then, well, you're allowed to tell your spouse but not your kids, and certainly not your girl/boyfriend until he/she becomes your spouse... it's an interesting way to live for some, but I, like Sulu, would have a really hard time with it. And that's kind of ok, IMO. I mean, my own country's intelligence agency has been known to kill people with weapons that kill 10 innocent lives with each target on average a few blocks from where my grandmother lives- there are huge personal issues that would probably make me a little unpleasant and judgmental, and i don't know if I could forgive someone who made me deal with those issues after I fell in love with them, you know? And then you have to think- wow they lied to me and it took me this long to suspect anything. How would I ever know what else they could keep from me?
But I do love how Sulu is the go-to guy for everyone. And that of everyone, we see the most of his inner processes, his sincere desire to be a better person not just for his partner but for everyone else. Maybe I'm not the only one who loves him here?
Personally, I'm with Bones about Jim. He needed what the captaincy gave him to find the best in him. I don't know how you give up that power, but I'm guessing it's not easy and I don't believe he can get his fill in five years. Lol, too much of an adrenaline junkie. If I were Bones, I'd push for one more five-year mission. Because there's no way Jim can live 100 years of being grounded with just five in the stars. The biggest strain in my parents' marriage came when they moved somewhere that my mom just couldn't be happy in, and so they're thinking of going back. Bones, don't get your hopes up! lol
Great job, thanks for posting!
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:49 pm (UTC)From:I honestly think Jim could live with being grounded, at least I think AOS Jim could. He's a very different man from TOS Jim. He didn't have stability the way his counterpart did and I think he would probably really enjoy it. And if he was doing something complex like handling spies, he'd be okay. Teaching or administrative work, no, but still kind of getting his hands dirty yes. But Bones is smart and that's why he gave him the out if things change. Only time will tell.
I'm glad you enjoyed the story! Thank you so much for reading!
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Date: 2011-01-02 11:48 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-01-02 08:39 pm (UTC)From:Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2011-01-02 02:34 pm (UTC)From:I'll be back with something more explanatory later.
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:40 pm (UTC)From:I look forward to it. :D
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Date: 2011-01-02 03:24 pm (UTC)From:Very happy to see that you're planning to write more in this 'verse!
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:41 pm (UTC)From:Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:42 pm (UTC)From:Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:43 pm (UTC)From:Thank you so much for reading this!
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Date: 2011-01-02 11:01 pm (UTC)From:Thank you so much for reading it!
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Date: 2011-01-03 08:38 am (UTC)From:I almost want to say poor Marla from the last part, but then I remember what she did and that goes away.
I adore your Jim and Bones, and might actually have to go back and read the previous stories in this verse, in order to better understand this masterpiece...
Also over 62k in two weeks? I'm amazed and astounded and no, it doesn't show, at least not to me.
So yes, this comment is all flaily and long but I have two chapters and an epilogue's worth of flailing to do, so here it goes:
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Date: 2011-01-03 11:21 pm (UTC)From:I would love it if you would read the rest of the water park stories! I think they're all pretty fun, though I may be biased. :D
That's very kind of you to say regarding my story's quality, thank you so much. My wrists hate me but what can you do?
Thank you so much for reading and for flailing! I really appreciate it!
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Date: 2011-01-03 11:44 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2011-01-05 03:30 am (UTC)From:Jim's plans for the honeymoon were stellar. As were is plans for the future, though I think McCoy was very right in urging Jim to keep his options open!
Thanks for the very enjoyable read ^__^
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Date: 2011-01-05 07:49 pm (UTC)From:Thank you so much for reading!
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Date: 2011-01-07 08:10 pm (UTC)From:Thanks!
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Date: 2011-01-12 09:45 pm (UTC)From:Thank you so much for reading!
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Date: 2011-01-23 09:55 pm (UTC)From:Thanks for your stories!
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Date: 2011-01-23 11:18 pm (UTC)From:Again, thank you for reading and for commenting.
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Date: 2011-02-04 05:47 pm (UTC)From:I do love these characters and this verse. Felt bad for all of them when they had messed up and were hurting, but that's how relationships go. So glad that they all managed to work through it, especially Jim & Bones, because I hated that Jim was hurting so bad when he thought Bones didn't want to marry him.
I do love BAMF!Chapel, and awesome Sulu, as well as Pike having his talk with Bones. Was glad to see Winona show up for Jim, too.
And it was a lovely wedding and honeymoon, which seemed like an ideal ending for this.
Wonderful!
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Date: 2011-02-06 10:12 pm (UTC)From:I'm so glad you enjoyed all of it though - reading it all at once was probably a pretty smart idea! But I sincerely appreciate that you read it all! Thank you so much for coming back and for commenting, I really appreciate it!
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Date: 2011-03-27 04:26 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-03-27 07:08 pm (UTC)From:Thank you for reading it!
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Date: 2011-04-02 11:40 pm (UTC)From:Oh, happy endings all around! (Both kinds, at that. *snickers*) With all the couples and even some sort of closure with Sulu and Chekov - I think those darn kids will be okay! ;)
This was such a roller coaster ride - I was all heart eyes and chin hands and biting my fingernails and freaking out when Jim was freaking out as the oxygen got sucked out of the room.
I LOVE THIS 'VERSE SO HARD. And am very glad you're still going to at least be writing oneshots in it. Although we still don't know about The Planet That They Don't Talk About, do we?
Two comments on details:
1. OMG PLEASE TELL ME KEN AND MIMI SULU IS A DIGIMON REFERENCE.
2. During Bones' and Uhura's assault on the terrorist base, you said Bones' hand got shot, which was why he dropped the rifle. And then I got excited for hurt/comfort with Julien's whole "only the surgeon can fix himself" sort of coming to fruition, but then nothing came of it.
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Date: 2011-04-03 12:18 am (UTC)From:The Planet They Do Not Discuss is the Nazi planet from "Patterns of Force." There's a brief convo about it where Sulu starts to bring it up, Jim yells at him, and Chekov calls him insensitive in "Movie." I subscribe the popular fanon that Chekov is Jewish, even though I haven't really worked that in anywhere yet.
You're right, Ken and Mimi are named after the Digimon characters, which should be apparent from this journal's username. I wanted names that were Japanese but not stereotypical, if that makes sense. In retrospect, I should have used "grazed" instead of "shot" for Bones' hand. It wasn't meant to evoke an actual injury, just be enough to make him lose his grip on his gun. So that's totally my bad, and I'll make a point to edit that scene so what happens to him is more clear.
I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for reading it!
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Date: 2011-04-07 03:20 am (UTC)From:Just one quick thing, though. You kept saying "Nerada," but it's "Narada," with all a's.
BUT I LOVE THIS AND YOU TOTALLY WIN!!!!!!!
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Date: 2011-04-21 11:09 pm (UTC)From:Is it really Narada? I feel so stupid, I can't believe I made that error! I'll definitely have to do a find-replace in all of them to fix that. Unfortunately it has to wait until my finals are over, but I really need to fix that. Thank you for telling me!
Yay I win! Thanks for reading!