this is a slight reference to an X-Men scene between Charles and Erik. I bet you know the elevator scene (I hope there's only one elevator scene, cause I haven't watched all of the X-Men movies in a while).
characters: Ford, Stan, The Doctor, and The Reader
Will be written like a script type thingy. It will be short, and only the elevator scene cause I find it funny.
Ford: *Pressing the button the elevator him and his twin stopped in front of. The two both breathing heavily from the running they had to do in order to get away from those pesky Daleks* Come on already.
Stan: You've seen these things before, right, Sixer? I'm sure you can do something that doesn't involve running? *He was getting grumpy, with good reasons too. Ford rolled his eyes as he turned around*
Ford: Sure, I can, but I would rather leave this place before... *He cut himself off when he heard another voice from the elevator*
m/n: Ford?
Ford: *turning his head around, his eyes landing onto the two Time-Lord's*
m/n: Ford, it's good... *He was cut off when Ford's fist was sent his way and against his chin, his head and body hitting the back of the elevator* ... This again... *He groaned*
Just re-watched Alien vs. Predator. I'm still thinking about Scar and Lex. Can you recommend a sci-fi romance book with a similar vibe to these two so I can add it to my TBR?
I blinked awake and propped myself up on my elbows. Valain was curled up next to me, his tail lying heavy across my waist. One of his hands was against my stomach and, as I sat up, his fingers curled into a fist around my clothes, trying to press me back down.
“S’not morning,” he slurred, barely half-awake. In the dark, I could see his eye flicker open for a second. “Anya, sleep.” He squirmed closer to me. His weight dragged me back to the ground and he latched onto me, head buried in my shoulder.
“I thought I heard something,” I said. The sound still echoed in the back of my head. It had been the low, almost imperceptible humming of a space engine in the atmosphere. It would have been fairly close, and probably cloaked, if I’d been able to hear the engine. Even after months of not hearing it, the sound was still unmistakable. But… I sighed and curled up against Valain. It hadn’t been the ship. I would never hear one again.
“Must have just been a dream,” I mumbled. Valain let out a sleepy noise of contentment as I settled against him. “G’night.”
He said something back, but it was so muffled with sleep that I couldn’t make it out. Within seconds, he was asleep. It took me quite a bit longer to fall asleep. The sound of the ship kept echoing in the back of my mind.
When I woke again, it was because Valain was stirring. “Morning,” he said when I sat up. “Is there anything you want for breakfast?”
“Anything you want to make is fine,” I said. Valain started rummaging through his cabinets as I stood up and stretched. “Did you hear anything weird last night?”
Valain turned to look at me. “No. Is this about you waking up last night?”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d remember it. You didn’t seem all that awake.”
“I remember. I thought you said it was a dream?” I walked over to him and, as soon as I was in range, he passed me a large root vegetable and a knife. “Cut these into small pieces, okay?”
“Sure. And I don’t know if it was a dream.” I hesitated, trying to think back. I’d been mostly asleep when I’d heard it. “It didn’t sound like a dream. I mean, I think it woke me up. But I don’t know how it could be what I thought it was.”
Valain frowned. “What did you hear?”
I sighed. “The ships that we use, their engines make this really distinct humming noise when they’re in the atmosphere. It’s like this whirring or thrumming, it’s hard to describe. But I thought I heard it last night.”
Valain’s expression grew soft. “Oh.” He moved closer to me so he could drape a gentle arm over my shoulders. “You were dreaming about home?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. I’d thought maybe I’d healed a little bit, but somehow, just hearing that noise made me feel like a gaping hole had been opened in my chest. It hurt with a raw, aching pain.
Valain leaned into me. I squeezed one of his hands in both of my own and took deep breaths until I’d pulled myself back together. “Yeah,” I said finally. “I guess I was.”
“Do you remember anything else?” Valain asked, only gently pressing.
“No. Just… that sound.” I though for a few more moments. “I only really heard it as I woke up. It must have been right at the end of a dream or something.”
Valain gave me a squeeze. We sat together for only a few more moments before our growling stomachs convinced us to keep working on breakfast.
After breakfast, it was time for Valain to leave. “I’ll get back as soon as I can,” Valain said. “You’re going to be all right without me?”
“I always am,” I said. Valain smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek before leaping out the door.
After he left, I continued working on the translations for the book. It was easier to get through the book if I just wrote down the translations while working, so I had a growing stack of papers covered in messy writing next to me.
I alternated between translating the book, snacking on fruit, and doodling some of the alien plants I’d seen on my trips out with Valain. I wasn’t much of an artist, but the plants were distinctive enough that I could at least make something that resembled them.
Despite trying to keep myself busy, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to the noise I’d heard. It had to have been a dream, but it had sounded so real. The sound still hummed in the back of my mind. No matter how much I tried not to think about it, the sound still unsettled me.
Valain returned home about an hour before it started to get dark. “Everything go okay today?” he asked, sitting down next to me. I shrugged. “Something wrong?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve just been thinking about that sound.”
He frowned. “Still?”
“I know it’s stupid. But I just can’t stop thinking about it! It’s like my mind just keeps circling back to it! I just can’t shake the thought that it might have been something more than a dream.” I sagged into his side. “It’s really dumb.”
“It isn’t dumb,” Valain said. He thought for a moment. “If you want, we could stay up late tonight. Just sit outside and see if anything comes by.”
I looked at him. “Really?”
“Yes, if you want to. It might help settle your mind. We could go up onto the lookout platform and see if there’s anything out there.”
I gave a shaky smile. “Thank you.” I leaned up and gave him a kiss on the lips.
“You’re welcome,” he said as we broke apart. “Sometimes I sleep up there anyway. It’s nice. Like a campout.”
We gathered food and blankets, then scaled the tree up to the lookout platform. It was surprisingly cozy, especially with Valain snuggled up next to me under a blanket.
The stars were very visible through the leaves. It looked as though someone had sprinkled glitter over the sky. Looking up at them, I realized that I could no longer map the sky as well as I used to be able to. I’d never been perfect at sky-mapping, but I had been able to pick out general location based on the stars in the sky. After not having to do so for a few months, it was much harder to pick out the signature stars I could use to pinpoint my location.
Valain nudged me. “What are you thinking about?” he whispered. “You’re very quiet.”
“I’m just looking at the sky. Did you know that there are a few stars in our galaxy that we can use to pinpoint your location based on their relation to other stars?”
“No,” Valain said. “Where are they?”
I stared at the sky. “Uh.” There were at least two stars I thought it could be. After a moment of considering lying to impress him, I shrugged. “I’m not sure anymore. I guess I’m a little out-of-practice.”
“That’s all right.”
“It kind of sucks. I feel like I’m losing my home. I’m losing who I used to be.”
“You’re not losing it,” Valain said. “You’re always going to have those memories and experiences in you. You’re just adapting.” I frowned. “I don’t feel as bad about losing my parents anymore since we’ve been living together. That doesn’t mean I’m losing them or I’m forgetting them. It just means I’m moving on.”
I took a deep breath. “You think I’m moving on.”
“You’re never going to be able to move on completely, I think. But it’ll stop hurting as much. And you’ll be able to get on with your life.” Valain wrapped his tail around me and pressed his chin into my shoulder. “That’s what happened to me.”
“I helped with that, huh?” I said. Valain grinned.
“You make a wonderful distraction.” He kissed along my cheek, gradually drifting closer and closer to my lips. I turned away from the sky and leaned into his touch.
Being on the lookout with Valain was a good distraction from my whirling thoughts and only a while later, after Valain had fallen asleep, did I really remember what we were doing up there again. I sat up, making sure to tuck the blanket around Valain before I walked to the edge of the platform. There had been nothing in the sky for as long as we’d been up there and I was starting to doubt we’d ever see or hear anything. I had to have misheard. It was just the last scrap of my desperate desire to return home flaring up before it faded away.
I had to let go. I walked to the edge of the platform and peered up at the sky. “Let go,” I murmured to myself. “You’re here now. You have a good life. You need to let go.”
I took in a deep breath and let it out. Another deep breath. Another exhale. Breathe in. Breathe out. Something in my chest tensed and relaxed. “Let go.”
I didn’t cry, but my eyes stung. My breath quavered as I let it out. But I felt sort of relaxed, like a weight had been lifted. I wasn’t going to go home. But I could live here, with Valain. And that was okay.
I walked over to Valain and sat down with him. He twitched and rolled over. “Anya,” he mumbled. He wasn’t quite awake, but he still reached out for me. I lay down with him, letting his arms settle around me.
“Night,” I said. Valain made a contented noise, pressing his face into my shoulder. I closed my eyes. Valain was warm and the night was nice and I was tired. It felt good just to lie there with him.
Something was humming.
I tried to ignore it, but then it started to get louder. And then I recognized it.
I sat up so fast, it jostled Valain. He jerked when he hit the ground and fumbled to sit up himself. “Anya, what was that?” he complained. “I was asleep!” He rolled over onto his stomach. “What is that sound?”
The humming was so loud it practically filled the air around it. It was a sort of throbbing noise, pulsing in a rhythm that always seemed to match your heartbeat and echo through your body. For several seconds, I felt like I was in a strange dream and that any second, I was going to wake up. Then Valain, still lying flat on the ground, grabbed my ankle so hard I had to stifle a yelp.
“What is that?” he asked. His voice was teetering on the edge between ‘horribly anxious’ and ‘in a full panic’. I licked my lips, trying to find my voice.
“It’s, uh. The sound of a ship engine in the atmosphere.” I still felt like I was dreaming. My knees almost gave out and Valain, who was slowly rising, needed to grab me. “It’s loud, so. It must… be close.”
“A ship?” Valain stared at me for a moment, then turned to start scanning the sky. “But how? I thought you said they weren’t going to come for you.”
“I thought they weren’t,” I said. “I really thought they weren’t.” Tears filled my eyes and dribbled down my cheeks. “I… Valain, can we set off a signal?”
“To let them know where you are? How will they know it’s you?” Valain asked.
“Code. Send off two in rapid succession, then a third ten seconds later. That’s the flare code for distress.” Valain was on his feet in a second and he began to fiddle with the switchboard. Only a moment later, two flares erupted into the sky. Ten seconds later, the third flare went off.
“I hope they saw that,” I whispered. Valain returned to my side, pressing a hand gently to my back.
“How did they know you were here?” he asked. “You were so sure they weren’t going to come back.”
I couldn’t stop turning my head back and forth, looking for any sign that the ship was going to land near us. I could still hear it, but I still hadn’t seen it. Then again, the position of the tree gave us only a partial view of the sky. I walked to the edge of the platform and peered off, trying to spot any lights. “I don’t know. We’ll just have to ask them when they land.”
No sooner had the words left my mouth than a brilliant red light came into view. I flinched back, automatically covering my face with my hands. After a moment, the red light faded and was replaced with a beam of white light. It contracted, focusing in on me. The ship was still moving and I saw it float across the sky above us. Gradually, it dropped lower and lower until the light flickered off and the ship dropped out of view.
I scrambled for the ladder back down the tree, but Valain was slightly quicker. He grabbed me and vaulted down, hitting the ground in only a fraction of the time it would have taken me. In one smooth motion, I was on his back and he was running full tilt toward where we had seen the ship land.
It was a standard rescue ship, designed to be manned by a three-person crew with two medics onboard. The entire thing was sleek and silvery, shaped a little like a bullet with three elongated points on one end. As we approached it, the lights on the outside switched off. The outside of the ship flickered, like it was attempting to cloak itself, but it still remained as silver as ever.
Valain came to a stop and, after testing the ground for a moment, he lowered me down. Almost as soon as I was on the ground, he ducked slightly behind me. It would have been a bit more amusing that he was trying to hide his much taller frame behind me if he hadn’t been so clearly anxious. “What happens now?” he whispered.
There was a pressurized hiss and the ship doors opened. White light spilled across the ground. A moment later, four people exited the ship.
Two of them were clearly human, wearing the standard-issue navy blue uniforms I’d grown used to seeing. One of the other two was an insectoid Savar, wearing the pale blue cloak of a medic, and the last was a small, fuzzy alien known as a Clern, wearing a scarf in the standard navy blue. I was mildly surprised to see one there. Typically, their species weren’t avid space adventurers.
“Miss Anya?” The one who spoke was a stern-looking human woman with brown hair tied back in a bun. She looked me up and down, glancing at Valain, who was still shrinking back behind me. “You look surprisingly well.” Her eyes moved back to Valain. “You’re with a native.”
“He saved me when my ship crashed. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be alive,” I said. Valain slowly crept out from behind me, looking curiously at the crew.
“Does anyone else know?” the woman asked.
I shook my head. “No. Only Valain.”
She nodded. “That’s good, at least. You’ve been spending time with him since you landed?” I nodded. “What’s the risk level of exposure?”
“Minimal. There’s no physical evidence except for the ship and I doubt that he’s going to tell anybody. He’s been as good for as long as I’ve been with him.”
The woman nodded. “We’ll need to collect the remainder of the ship. Martza, take the collector shuttle.” The little fuzzy alien turned and scrambled back onboard the ship. “As for you, Anya, you should board the ship for medical examination.”
Valain seized my arm. “Anya,” he said in low, urgent voice.
I took a deep breath. “I’ll ask them if we can say goodbye, but it’ll only be a few minutes.” My voice shook. “I know we don’t have much time, but I can-”
“No, no,” Valain said. He put his hands on either side of my face, holding it still so I was forced to look him in the eyes. “You’re not listening. Anya, I want to go with you.”
Star gazing | 14th doctor x female! reader (part i)
NO SPOILERS (okay, maybe slightly)
Pairings: 14th doctor x reader
Warning: slight spoilers, nothing major, hopefully (the meep counts as a spoiler I think)
Characters: the doctor and the reader.
Summary: after everything with the meep had finally ended, the doctor thought it was best to stay the night at the noble-temple household, slowly getting closer to y/n who reminds him so much of his late wife.
y/n sat on the roof of her goddaughters shed, staring up at the vast openness of space. It was calming, relaxing even. Just today, she had battled some evil alien by the name of meep and nearly lost the earth because of the meep.
She had also met a strange man, he was named the doctor, he knew Wilfred a long time ago and apparently he knew Donna and Sylvia as well before she came into the picture. Growing up, she had heard of a man in a blue box that could travel in space and time, she was quite the spunky kid growing up and loved everything about the stories and would attempt reenact the stories, as if she herself lived them. Her imagination was good, she could imagine anything and she could do it. That's how she got her career. She was determined.
Startled out of her thoughts, she saw the strange man in question climbing up onto the shed, struggling to steady himself, which caused the young woman to raise a brow. Once he was steady enough, he looked up and saw y/n there, and he grinned. "Oh, hell y/n, I didn't realize you were here." He lifted himself up and sat right next to her, "why haven't you gone to sleep yet? I'm sure you're exhausted from today," the doctor questioned. She bit her lip and turned away, staring up at the stars again.
"sorry, I've got lots of things on my mind, hard to sleep really." She sighed. The two were shoulder to shoulder, the silence between them was awkward or had any sort of tension. The doctor glanced her way, noticing small details, little ones that remind him so much of River. Everything she did today reminded him of River, and he couldn't explain. He nudged her.
"well, that's no good. You humans need your sleep." He joked. y/n laughed, shaking her head, her slight curls (or whatever style you have/want) bounced on top of her head.
"yeah, suppose you're right, doctor," she looked over to him, him being caught and frozen by those e/c pools of hers. "But, I just can't seem to. I mean, after everything, it's a wonder I'm still sane. That alien nearly killed me and my goddaughter and her family and almost millions of others." She pulled at her hair in frustration, before slumming, the doctor watching her closely. She glanced at him, "you know, growing up, I heard the stories of you. The amazing doctor my mum would call you, thought you were a myth." She shrugged, nudging him back.
He chuckled, "amazing, huh?" He asked, "I think I'm far from that, dear." He froze at the word he used, hoping she didn't catch it. She wasn't River. River was gone, and so were Amy and Rory.
y/n stared at him with wide eyes, before smirking, "dear? No one besides Donna or Sylvia calls me that." She gently pushed the doctor. "Don't tell me you fancy me doc," she laughed. The laugh was so familiar to him, which helped sooth his aching pain.
"no, sorry, it slipped." He admitted, "you just remind me of someone... Someone important." y/n stopped laughing, her smiled going soft.
"they must be important if little old me rinds you of them. What's their name?" She saw his face and tried to backtrack herself, "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me --"
"no, no, it's fine." He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Her name was River Song... She's gone now." He said.
"well, she sounds nice, this River woman." She leaned back on her hands, her hair cascading down her shoulder, "wish I could've met her."
"yeah." He said, watching the stars alongside her, their shoulders close as her head gently leans against his shoulder. He tensed at the feeling, but soon relaxed. "Oh, I have to ask. Donna said that you were back only for a month from college. What do you study?" He asked after a beat. She got off his shoulder and beamed.
"archeology. I'm becoming an archeologist, so I can travel the world and find hidden discoveries and artifacts that have been lost in history!" She grinned. The doctor stared at her in shocked silence as she went back to watch the stars. But, River was an archeologist. Don't tell him this is the universe's way of playing a crude joke on him. "Someday doctor, I'm gonna change the world. And people will know who I am. I'll be a great archeologist, I just know it." She looked at him to see him looking at her with nervousness. "What's that look for?" She asked. He smiled at her gently.
"heh, spoilers," he chuckled. She shook her head at his weirdness and went back to the stars. What did the world have in store for him? Only time would tell, and he already knows he hasn't got any left.
note: it's a bit short, and just to clear it up River and the reader are not related. They just look similar in style and career choices, that's it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Captain Solok (Star Trek)/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Captain Solok (Star Trek), Original Female Character(s), random crewmen
Additional Tags: stowaway, cat and mouse game, Home Alone Inspired Shenanigans, human creativity unnerving a stuffy vulcan, Mind melds, im-so-pissed-that-i-love-you sex, Surak give me strength, maybe if I meditate the horniness away I won't feel it
Summary:
Getting chucked out into a distant point in unknown space during a brutal war with the Dominion would have been bad enough, but now there was a new problem. Strange little happenings on the T'Kumbra alert security and Capt. Solok of a stowaway - an undoubtedly human stowaway. Eager to indulge his need to prove Vulcan supremacy, Solok starts a game of cat-and-mouse fully expecting to trap his stowaway in his claws. Turns out his stowaway embodies the best of humanity's cunning and resourcefulness; not to mention a fondness for mischief. Solok soon finds himself enjoying the chase, and the distraction, letting determination and focus morph into infatuation. He doesn't realize until it's too late he may have let himself become the mouse.
This will be a fairly short story (I'm guessing 3 or 4 chaps?), but with plenty of tension and steam.
