Fic: Rescue Mission
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miss_m_cricketTitle: Rescue Mission
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miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Star Trek XI / Doom
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Reaper/Chekov
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Song Prompt: Ferelden At War - Dragon Age Origins.
Summary: “This isn’t good.” Jim muttered, crouching down and letting off three quick rounds...
A/N: Another Song Duration fic. Enjoy guys!
Rescue Mission
“We’re trapped.”
McCoy’s voice was completely calm as he stated this fact, back pressed against the boulders protecting them from the army of monsters firing blasts towards them. Jim peeked around the boulder, jerking back as green light whizzed past his ear.
“I believe you are correct Doctor.” Spock said evenly, shooting around his corner, before ducking back as lights seared where he had been moments before. “And they are advancing.”
“This isn’t good.” Jim muttered, crouching down and letting off three quick rounds.
“Dammit Jim of course it’s not good.” McCoy growled, glaring down at his sometimes lover.
“No I meant it isn’t good because I paid a fortune for a damn ring, and now it looks like I’m never going to get to ask you to wear it.”
McCoy stared at him, mouth open.
“I hope Ensign Chekov got away.” Jim continued, ignoring his lovers open mouthed gaze, “Do you think he did Spock?”
“The likelihood he reached Transporter range is high, Captain.” Spock responded.
Suddenly there was a great noise from the creatures and then….gunfire, actual old fashioned gunfire. Three heads popped around the sides of the boulders, to see what was going on. The monsters were rushing the trees where a single shape stood, solidly planted, gunning waves of them down.
“John!” Jim gasped, as Bones growled.
“The idiot is going to get himself killed.”
“He von’t.” came the voice from their elbows causing Jim and Bones to jump and Spock to raise his eyebrow. Chekov grinned at them, “He is distracting zhem. Time to go.”
As they ran for it, Jim quietly berated the young man.
“And what do you think you are doing returning to a hostile planet like this. I doubt Reaper would have agreed willingly.” The man was almost insanely protective of the small young man, “It was reckless.”
“Pot, kettle…” McCoy grumbled, loping along beside them.
“Mr Scott ordered him to take me.” Chekov said, unfazed, “And besides Keptin, vould you haff let Doktor McCoy go on his own?”
The look on Jim’s face was answer enough.
Author:
miss_m_cricketFandom: Star Trek XI / Doom
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Reaper/Chekov
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Song Prompt: Ferelden At War - Dragon Age Origins.
Summary: “This isn’t good.” Jim muttered, crouching down and letting off three quick rounds...
A/N: Another Song Duration fic. Enjoy guys!
Rescue Mission
“We’re trapped.”
McCoy’s voice was completely calm as he stated this fact, back pressed against the boulders protecting them from the army of monsters firing blasts towards them. Jim peeked around the boulder, jerking back as green light whizzed past his ear.
“I believe you are correct Doctor.” Spock said evenly, shooting around his corner, before ducking back as lights seared where he had been moments before. “And they are advancing.”
“This isn’t good.” Jim muttered, crouching down and letting off three quick rounds.
“Dammit Jim of course it’s not good.” McCoy growled, glaring down at his sometimes lover.
“No I meant it isn’t good because I paid a fortune for a damn ring, and now it looks like I’m never going to get to ask you to wear it.”
McCoy stared at him, mouth open.
“I hope Ensign Chekov got away.” Jim continued, ignoring his lovers open mouthed gaze, “Do you think he did Spock?”
“The likelihood he reached Transporter range is high, Captain.” Spock responded.
Suddenly there was a great noise from the creatures and then….gunfire, actual old fashioned gunfire. Three heads popped around the sides of the boulders, to see what was going on. The monsters were rushing the trees where a single shape stood, solidly planted, gunning waves of them down.
“John!” Jim gasped, as Bones growled.
“The idiot is going to get himself killed.”
“He von’t.” came the voice from their elbows causing Jim and Bones to jump and Spock to raise his eyebrow. Chekov grinned at them, “He is distracting zhem. Time to go.”
As they ran for it, Jim quietly berated the young man.
“And what do you think you are doing returning to a hostile planet like this. I doubt Reaper would have agreed willingly.” The man was almost insanely protective of the small young man, “It was reckless.”
“Pot, kettle…” McCoy grumbled, loping along beside them.
“Mr Scott ordered him to take me.” Chekov said, unfazed, “And besides Keptin, vould you haff let Doktor McCoy go on his own?”
The look on Jim’s face was answer enough.
