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New story! Jim & Bones have some words, part on less than great terms due to a disagreement (I’m not so great at writing fight scenes, verbal or otherwise, so I kind of gloss over it but hopefully it ain’t too weird), and then...Bones gets doctor-nappped. And that’s just the beginning.
Peek at a StarTrek Old West fic...
For the AOS Movie Trek 'verse, but it's AU anyway so. It's taken me a long while in getting this off the ground, but I think I'm finally in a good head space to give this more attention. The first couple of scenes at least will be heavily inspired by the M7 1990's movie series pilot ep, Ghosts of the Confederacy. You don't need to know anything about that to enjoy this, tho. I'm still working on this fic and it is nowhere near complete, but here's a teaser for any who might be interested:
I can’t die yet though, there’s still too much to do.
“Did he just insult us?”One man asked, training his pistol on McCoy. Leonard actually chuckled a dark laugh.
Still. The day he curbed his tongue would likely be the day of his death, anyway. When he was this angry, it just kinda came out and there’s no stopping it.
“If you have to ask, then I failed. Allow me to try again. You were too stupid to bring your friend in soon enough, so really, you’re the ones that killed him.” McCoy ground out, leaning forwards towards the gunman despite his aching ribs and head.
“Horace, gag him.” The leader said, eying McCoy distastefully. With the gun aimed on him, he didn’t try much, but he was so sorely tempted to try and bite the hand that came close to his face to pull up the black bandana he wore around his neck and stuff the front of it into his mouth, leaving it tied around his neck as it was. Hey, at least he was dressed for the occasion. And yet. If he had a preference in mode of death he’d have chosen a gun or better yet a knife fight over death by hanging. Not only would the black he wore from head to toe cover the blood stains, but…well. He really didn’t wanna die by hanging, all right?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 11 finally here! Sorry I forgot to post this earlier...I'm also toying with some Trektober ideas, and maybe incorporating a few ideas for stories I already have into some of those. We'll see what happens! :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 2, now up!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Now Featuring: Cat!Spock, some McCoy whump, and a truckload of tribbles.
