the Dalaverse

Stolen from several people on my flist, the WIP meme:

When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

A couple of notes: some of these are going to be just dialogue because my notes mostly start out in sentence fragments; the tenses might change. There is a bit of porn (mostly because that's kind of all I've written for that particular fic). Also, if you thought I was exaggerating when I moaned about how many bunnies I had digging furrows in my brain...



1. The one with Joanna (AKA the one I most desperately need to work on)

He tried to keep his face from falling when she ducked behind Laura's legs, shyly peeking out. Of course - it had been over six months since he'd seen her last. Made sense, but it still hurt so bad that he couldn't breathe for a minute. If he'd been carrying a phaser he could have easily shot himself right then.

Glancing at him with equal parts accusation and pity, Laura nudged her forward. "Go see your daddy, Jo. Remember how we saw him on the vids?"

She nodded, small face solemn, and took his hand. "You were here when I was three," she said in precise little-girl cadence.

"That's right." He swallowed hard. "You're so much bigger now."

This pleased her, as it would any child, and she threw her arms around his neck. "Hi, Daddy," she said, giving him a sticky kiss on the cheek.

He held her tight, breathing in her scent of clean soap and crayons. "Hi, baby."

"Mommy says you went up in space." She wriggled in his grasp, giving him the opportunity to swipe at his eyes. Laura had turned away to rearrange some flowers on the big table.

"Yeah, I did. I missed you so much, sweetheart."

Joanna grabbed his hand again and swung his arm. "Was it a big, big ship?"


2. Paula Deen's Interstellar BBQ (which takes place after #1)

"Thanks, honey, for lettin' me sit on my own goddamned porch swing."

"Anytime."

"So tell me, Captain - how's my son doing up there?"

"He misses that little girl something awful, but he does all right." She wondered if he had any idea how he looked right now, watching Leonard gather Joanna up in his arms. The setting sun caught flame in his blue eyes. "Not that we make it easy for him sometimes." She gave him a look, knowing very well his talent for collecting bruises and breaks; and he grinned sheepishly. His eyes went back to tracking Len across the yard. "But Enterprise wouldn't run without him, that's for sure."

"Uh huh," she said.


3. The hurt/comfort I really don't even know if I'm going to write because the plot requires something impossible and/or OOC

“Now, Scotty, now!”

Bones opened his eyes then. They were dull with pain, and even as they tried to focus on him Kirk could see the light going out of them.

He held Bones’ face in his hands, a cry ripped from his throat – beginning on the stark landscape of that broken world and ending on the transporter pad of his ship.

"No,” he said again, hearing Scotty gasp and curse somewhere behind him. “Don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare.”

Someone was telling him to get out of the way, in a tight high voice. Someone else or maybe the same person put a hand on him and he lashed out blindly, one arm cradling Bones’ head against his thighs. Then it was Spock kneeling beside him and a Vulcan was not so easily moved. Grasping Kirk’s arm above the elbow, he all but dragged his captain away and to his feet.

“His hands,” Kirk meant to call out in the ringing tone of authority but his voice was barely audible to his own ears. “Don’t touch his hands.”


4. The effing mpreg

"What did you fuck, Jim?"

"Huh?"

"I don't need a name, just a species, a planet, a star system -"

"But I didn't!"

"Look, I remember what we said when we started this, okay? I'm not gonna get pissed off, I just need to know so we can figure out how the hell this happened."

"Bones, I swear, I haven't been with anybody but you in weeks. Okay, a month. ...Six months."

"Bullshit."

"I'm not saying I didn't have the opportunity, but I'm not twenty-two anymore and you're not exactly a monk. It had to have been you."

"So I am given to understand that soon after you unintentionally activated the device, you engaged in penetrative intercourse with Dr. McCoy?"

McCoy's head hit the table with a dull thunk.


5. The one where Joanna dies

"After my mother died, there was this counselor at school who kept saying she was in a better place. Dad got real angry, called it stuff and nonsense. He said that the best place for Mom was right there with us; it's only that we don't get to choose, at the end. As a doctor he saw that every damn day. No matter how hard you fight, how tightly you hold on, sometimes there's just nothing to be done."

A no-win scenario, thinks Jim. His chest goes tight as he finally understands what Bones has been trying to tell him.


6. The one with the missing scene from the novelization - "I can keep him quiet"

"It's past time for you to stand the fuck down, Jim. And don't even think about asking me for stimulants."

"Why, because you took the last one?"

"Of the two of us, I haven't been dropped into the atmosphere of a dying planet, beaten to a pulp, shot at by Romulans, or throttled multiple times within a few hours."

"You forgot chased by ice monsters...and kissed all to hell by a bitchy doctor. I think I'd like to keep the marks from that one."


7. The one with the pon farr OT3

When Spock becomes aware of his surroundings once more, he finds Kirk has stretched out over McCoy. Though the doctor's right leg is hanging off the bed, he seems comfortable enough as he strokes his hands over the captain's sweat-soaked back. Kirk sighs into his mouth, eyes shuttered closed in exhaustion.

Spock shifts on his knees, still trembling with aftershock. Guilt and shame wash over him as he watches them together, utterly at ease, McCoy soothing Kirk with soft murmurs and gentle kisses. As well he might, after - after -

It was wrong of him to break this, for all that they were willing.

"Captain, I..." His voice comes out in a hoarse croak and he can feel his face flushing. "Are you - have I injured you?"

Kirk's head pops up off of McCoy's shoulder, eyebrows drawn together in confusion as if he is not quite certain how he got here. "No. What?" He cranes his neck to peer back at Spock, lips pursed. "No. S'Jim, anyway."

"He'll survive," says McCoy with a glimmer of dark humor in his eyes. He brings his palm down on the captain's backside, making a sharp smacking noise and causing Kirk to yelp. His tongue darts out and he sinks his teeth into the thick muscle at the base of the doctor's neck. They kiss again, fierce this time. Kirk's hand flails behind him and Spock takes it, squeezes it, then leans down to lave the red mark with his tongue.


8. The hookerfic

"Jim? What I said before, I didn't mean anything by it."

"I know you didn't."

"Mind telling me why you reacted like I dropped a rattlesnake on the pillow?"

Jim doesn't answer. In fact, he's quiet for so long that McCoy can feel his face turning red in the darkness. It's obviously something he doesn't want to talk about and any idiot should have seen that. He mutters, "Never mind, forget it" as he turns to face the wall and give Jim as much privacy as he can when their beds are a stone's throw apart.

"My stepfather threw me out for the first time when I was fifteen. My mother was off-planet on a job, and I was too pissed off to send her a transmission. So I bummed around staying at friends' houses for a little while, claiming the family was out of town, but I ran out of acquaintices pretty quick. I was hanging around this bar one night til closing, just because I didn't have anywhere else to go and they didn't check ID too closely. One of the ones by the shipyard - closed a couple of years later, mostly because it was a complete shithole. Anyway, I was trying my luck with some girl in the hopes that I'd at least be able to catch a couple of hours' sleep at her place before school started, but she wasn't taking the bait. When I went to the bathroom, a guy in a Fleet uniform came up and asked if he could jerk me off. He offered me enough money to pay for a cheap hotel room, and his hands were clean, so I let him. Then he said he'd double it if I returned the favor. I threw up, after, but I slept in a bed with relatively clean sheets and ate breakfast for the first time in days. Frank found me the next night to take me back - Mom had called to ask how I was, and he'd finally sobered up enough to notice how long I'd been gone."


9. The birthday fic

“So are you ready for your birthday present?”

“Jim, please tell me there’s not a stripper hiding in the closet.”

“Not exactly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, see, I’m giving you…me.”

“I think the market’s already been flooded with that particular commodity.”

“This is an unlimited, special occasion, one time only offer. From now until dawn, I am yours to command. Any little thing you ask, any fantasy you might have – say the word and you got it. Or if you want to tell me to go to hell, I’ll do that too.”

“...Kiss me.”


10. The "YOU deal with him" Pike/Kirk/McCoy

"I didn't lose my ship and my legs so you could get yourself killed on some damn fool quest to prove yourself. Did you think about that, Jim? About how the people who love you would go on after? Don't you remember what it did to your mother?"

"Chris -"

"You brought him to me, Leonard, so you let me handle him. Answer the question, son. Did it occur to you that there might be another way?"

"No, sir."

Tell me you'll do better. Promise me."

"I - I can't -"

"You can't look the good doctor in the eye and swear he'll never have to watch you flatline. We all know that. What we need to hear is that you'll try harder to keep yourself whole."

"For me, Jim."

"I will. I'm sorry, I - oh God, please!"



This doesn't include the Spock/Uhura PWP from waaaaay back, because I didn't put it in a post, or the Pike/Kirk pre-movie because that one doesn't have anything on paper yet.