3. Eventually K/S; construction AU I’ve been dabbling with; takes place in a job-site trailer, which is basically a single-wide mobile home (i let this one go a bit long because i only have 3 :( ):
Kirk tumbled hard against the row of filing cabinets, instant headache, backache, buttache, and probably lots more tomorrow, but dragged himself to his feet. By the time he could get his eyes to focus, Uhura had the shotgun leveled at Nero, who was still rolling around on the floor and clutching his crotch. Kirk jerked at the light touch on his arm before his brain processed that as long as Nero was in front of him, the touch was most likely safe. He leaned against the wall and eyed Chekov.
"Don't sneak up on me like that. I don't wanna hurt you."
Chekov nodded, eyes wide but unafraid. "I von't, Mr. Kirk."
"Pavel. Call me Jim."
"Yes, sir. I vill do zhat."
Kirk waved a dismissing hand at the kid, knowing it was a losing battle.
There was the noise of another hovercar pulling up; Gaila. "Oh, no," Kirk groaned. He straightened and pushed off the wall and got a little dizzy. And nauseous. He grabbed the desk and lowered his butt to the edge. "Chekov, take the gun. Uhura, stop Gaila. And Chekov, don't you dare let Gaila have the gun if she makes it this far."
Chekov nodded, and Uhura ran for the door, tossing the shotgun to Chekov as she ran. They could already hear Gaila shouting in Orion as she slammed her door and stomped up the four steps. Uhura met her at the open doorway and responded in kind and like that they were heading back outside.
Kirk transferred his attention back to Nero, whose groans had mutated into a low mutter that was no doubt heaping curses on every one of their heads plus the next twenty generations of their offspring. "Nero. Shut up."
"Fuck you, human."
"You wish. Get out of my trailer. And if you ever come back here again, I will chop your worthless ass into little bits and mix you into my foundation concrete, you got it?"
Nero muttered some more and groaned his way to his feet. Holding the gun with amazingly steady hands, Chekov moved until he was standing between Kirk's legs, his back flush against Kirk's chest, his aim following Nero. Kirk watched Nero closely as he walked out, then lowered his forehead to Chekov's shoulder and hissed out a pained breath.
Outside, Nero's howl of outrage had him lifting his head again, too fast. "Oops," he muttered, and tilted backwards onto the desk.
***
Spock turned the hovercar onto the dirt road that lead to the job trailer, barely avoiding the wrecked black hovercar that nearly plowed into them head on before swerving at the last minute.
Pike turned in the passenger seat, looking out the back window. "Was that Nero?"
"Yes."
Pike turned back around. "Shit. What do you think Gaila used to put that much damage on his car?"
"I would presume she used her ankle knife to create the scratches along the sides, and a sledgehammer for the remainder of the damage."
"Well, if he's still alive then no one's seriously hurt. Still, wouldn't hurt to step on it."
"Yes, sir."
Spock dialed up the speed and they traversed the 1.4 miles to the job trailer in under a minute.
(part 2 - LJ length fail!)
Kirk tumbled hard against the row of filing cabinets, instant headache, backache, buttache, and probably lots more tomorrow, but dragged himself to his feet. By the time he could get his eyes to focus, Uhura had the shotgun leveled at Nero, who was still rolling around on the floor and clutching his crotch. Kirk jerked at the light touch on his arm before his brain processed that as long as Nero was in front of him, the touch was most likely safe. He leaned against the wall and eyed Chekov.
"Don't sneak up on me like that. I don't wanna hurt you."
Chekov nodded, eyes wide but unafraid. "I von't, Mr. Kirk."
"Pavel. Call me Jim."
"Yes, sir. I vill do zhat."
Kirk waved a dismissing hand at the kid, knowing it was a losing battle.
There was the noise of another hovercar pulling up; Gaila. "Oh, no," Kirk groaned. He straightened and pushed off the wall and got a little dizzy. And nauseous. He grabbed the desk and lowered his butt to the edge. "Chekov, take the gun. Uhura, stop Gaila. And Chekov, don't you dare let Gaila have the gun if she makes it this far."
Chekov nodded, and Uhura ran for the door, tossing the shotgun to Chekov as she ran. They could already hear Gaila shouting in Orion as she slammed her door and stomped up the four steps. Uhura met her at the open doorway and responded in kind and like that they were heading back outside.
Kirk transferred his attention back to Nero, whose groans had mutated into a low mutter that was no doubt heaping curses on every one of their heads plus the next twenty generations of their offspring. "Nero. Shut up."
"Fuck you, human."
"You wish. Get out of my trailer. And if you ever come back here again, I will chop your worthless ass into little bits and mix you into my foundation concrete, you got it?"
Nero muttered some more and groaned his way to his feet. Holding the gun with amazingly steady hands, Chekov moved until he was standing between Kirk's legs, his back flush against Kirk's chest, his aim following Nero. Kirk watched Nero closely as he walked out, then lowered his forehead to Chekov's shoulder and hissed out a pained breath.
Outside, Nero's howl of outrage had him lifting his head again, too fast. "Oops," he muttered, and tilted backwards onto the desk.
***
Spock turned the hovercar onto the dirt road that lead to the job trailer, barely avoiding the wrecked black hovercar that nearly plowed into them head on before swerving at the last minute.
Pike turned in the passenger seat, looking out the back window. "Was that Nero?"
"Yes."
Pike turned back around. "Shit. What do you think Gaila used to put that much damage on his car?"
"I would presume she used her ankle knife to create the scratches along the sides, and a sledgehammer for the remainder of the damage."
"Well, if he's still alive then no one's seriously hurt. Still, wouldn't hurt to step on it."
"Yes, sir."
Spock dialed up the speed and they traversed the 1.4 miles to the job trailer in under a minute.