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Chess is damn hard, you thought, almost breaking a sweat during your game with Spock. You used to play in college, back when you thought playing chess made you better than the people that party instead. You had gotten pretty good at it back then, even making rent money in a few competitions. However, chess with a Vulcan is very different. You had, by no means, any expectation of winning (or even coming close to winning for that matter). Taking this into consideration, you were doing quite well. “Your technique is quite different than Jim’s.” Spock noted, moving another piece. You knew in a couple more turns he could win. Hi

As you neared one month aboard the Enterprise, you became more familiar with the ship’s new interior. You figured after being blown up again and again, the ship was constantly being redone and upgraded. McCoy helped you become familiar with the ship and crew again. A few days of each week, you were invited to his quarters after dinner. You two got through a bottle of whatever he had stockpiled as you caught up on each other’s lives. The ship had not run into any harsh situations. You knew of a few missions where Jim, Leonard, and Spock had gone down to a planet’s surface but there was little to no conflict on those missions

After four weeks docked at the Starbase, the Enterprise was back in perfect condition. Medical supplies were now abundant, and the overall mood of the crew was almost back to normal. You resumed your normal shifts in Med Bay once the ship left the Starbase. Many of the injured crew members who were coming back for check-ups or complications had completely healed and brought Med Bay back to its normal, empty state. As for your ‘friendship’ with Commander Spock, you have had small conversations occasionally with him. He seemed to be doing not only his paperwork, but the work Captain Kirk was neglecting as well. Spock still found ti

New Years Eve on the Enterprise was bittersweet for many of the crewmembers. Many celebrated the fact that they haven’t been killed yet on the five year mission. The thoughts of their families back home dampened the celebration. Some got to see their families through video chatting, but some were left without communication. Some, like Jim and Spock, didn’t have families to contact during the holidays. Neither of them showed it, but they missed what family they had. You, on the other hand, had so much family that you had to ignore your PADD altogether. Messages from cousins, aunts, any relatives you could think of, were popping up

It's been so long! Enjoy! Your wound was healing slowly, since you continued to stress your body with work. No one seemed to notice you were in pain, with the exception of Dr. McCoy, who would occasionally ask you how you’re feeling and if you needed to rest. He understood he wouldn’t be able to get you to stop working, just as he couldn’t get Jim to get his physical. Three weeks after the attack, the crew was still dealing with the repercussions. The captain had docked the Enterprise at a Starbase. Engineering was constantly working, getting the ship back into shape as fast as possible. Medical staff was also still workin

Five years. Five years have passed since you boarded the Enterprise. An injury left you on Earth for a few years, and once you were able to go you couldn’t push yourself to go. You didn’t keep up with anyone, you didn’t even know if they were still on the Enterprise. You had someone contact you every now and then, but no one you cared about. Starfleet had been trying to get you back ever since you recovered. You refused until now, when you heard that some of the people you had gone to the academy with were now on the Enterprise. Stepping back onto the Enterprise was a hard decision, but once you told Starfleet you would com

That was unexpected. It was your spot. Always had been. Then why was there a man occupying your bloody spot? You blowed the strand of hair that fell in front of your eyes and climbed even further trying to approach the man without being noticed. You muffled a growl as you reached the top of the steel frame of the unfinished building. It had been like that for over three years and you sicerely didn't care, you liked having a whole building skeleton to train your climbing skills or just rest a bit on the top of it. You sat down to fully recover yourself and stared at the man's back with a glare. He wasn't supposed to be there, on the top of t

You sighed happily as you walked into the book store. You were on shore leave for another four days and you didn’t know how long it would be until you were able to buy more reading material. Your friends always poked fun at you because physical books were almost obsolete. Besides textbooks almost all casual reading material could be downloaded to your PADD’s, but you just preferred the old-fashioned way of reading. You walked up to the counter with six books in your arms. The clerk smiled at you as she rang them up for you. Grabbing one of the books from the sack you dove deep into it as you walked out of the shop. You didn’

Loud - Leonard McCoyxReader -------------------------------------  You let a muffled groan erupt from your blanket-covered form, it was already midnight and you just couldn't sleep. Not that you didn't want to, quite the opposite in fact, you had a lab to run in the morning and the perspective of doing so without a good night sleep wasn't appealing in the slightest. All you wanted right now was to close your eyes and escape the buzzing hive that was the Enterprise. Unfortunately, the noise coming from your neighbour's quarters prevented you from fulfilling that simple wish. You could discern two voices arguing in Spock's room, you knew th

Spock had never quite understood why humans use the phrase, “Opposites attract” for things other the describing the polarity of magnets, it seemed fairly illogical to apply it to relationships as he reasoned you should have a number of things in common with your mate for things to work. What was the point otherwise? At least that was what he thought until he met you. You were in almost every way his opposite- emotional, uninhibited, and, it seemed to him, the most illogical person he’d ever met, yet for some reason he felt drawn to you. He was talking, well arguing, with Bones when you bounced through the med-bay doors to

You were spending the afternoon with Queen Guinevere chatting and keeping each other company while Arthur and the others were out being boys on the training grounds.   “So, (y/n), is there any boy that you fancy?” she asked out of the blue. You blushed and turned your head away; there was a boy, well man really, that you fancied but you hadn’t told anyone. “There is someone, isn’t there?” she smiled and practically bounced over to you, “Oh come on, you can tell me. Who is it?”   “Merlin,” you muttered quickly under your breath.   “I knew it!” she cheered and you whipped

“Lass, would ye mind takin’ this up to the bridge and showin’ it to Jim?” Scotty asked from underneath a large machine that resembled a cooling system trying to blindly hand you as PADD with a statistics report on something that had a technical name that was far too hard for you to pronounce.   “Sure thing, Scotty,” you said, taking it from him and patting his hand, signaling that he could stop flailing his hand around trying to find you.   “Thank ya!” he shouted assuming you had already walked away. You laughed and heard a thud followed by a string of Scottish curses.   “Are you alright?&

You smiled sleepily when you woke up in your bed, still wrapped in a certain someone’s warm arms. You looked at your clock and sighed when you saw that there was less than thirty minutes until your shift started in the Med Bay. You felt the person holding you stir and heard him yawn, squeezing his arms around your waist a bit tighter for a moment.   “Доброе утро,” (Good morning), said the sleepy voice. You chuckled and turned over so that you were facing him. “Pavel, English, and good morning to you too,” you said softly, leaning up to press a quick kis

You leaned back against the door of the TARDIS, taking deep breaths, and watched him dance around the console flicking switches and pulling levers, a jovial smile gracing his face. You slid down against the railing slowly and closed your eyes, focusing on the hum and whir of the TARDIS. You didn't see him finally pause for a moment and look over to you, or see his eyebrows knit together in worry and confusion. He walked over to you and sat. “(Y/n), are you alright?” he asked taking one of your hands in his.   “Hmm? Oh, yeah just tired,” you lied and kept your eyes closed.   “If there’s something else, plea