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Chris/Phil Shorts 2/???
For @virtu-s, @starfleetisapromise and @allthewians
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Chris would have sworn on the Bible, the Torah, the Quran and, most importantly, a mint condition signed first edition of The Lord of The Rings, with appendices, that he had put his contacts back in their container last night.
And that fumbling around his bathroom counter, squinting uselessly at the blurred polished surroundings was doing him no favours in proving he actually did deserve the medal for Tactical Ingenuity that Captain April pinned on his uniform a month ago.
At this rate I’m never going to get to the bridge, he thought, rubbing his eyes as they began to ache from straining to see. He could call in sick, turn his entire quarters upside down and hopefully find them before lunch so he could at least do half a shift.
Of course the moment he called in, Sarah April would be at his door with enough hypos to stun an Earth elephant and a bowl of her famous (because it was awful) chicken soup. When she found out why he called in sick, she would make him wear his glasses and go to work.
Chris hated his glasses. He had ever since he first got them back in the third grade and was the only one in the school with glasses.
He knew whether he found his contacts or not, he would be at work in an hour, and ran his hands over the counter a final time, almost praying for them to miraculously appear. When they didn’t, predictably, he dropped to his knees and opened the cupboard underneath with slumped shoulders. Inside he pushed aside various brightly coloured toiletries and personal items before his fingers closed around the hard leather case that contained his glasses.
They weren’t terribly ugly, unlike the almost insect-like spectacles he’d worn as a child. Oval in shape, with thin wire frames coated in glossy black plating. The arms were dark turtle shell with flecks of silver through the plastic and rested comfortably on the bridge of his nose and behind his ears. His eyes flicked across the countertop a final time, hoping to see his contacts now that his vision was clear.
There was no sign of them, so with a sigh he fixed the collar of his uniform and quickly exited his quarters. If he ran he’d make it to the bridge before the start of Alpha Shift.
Only slightly winded he stepped out of the turbo lift and stopped just short of the Captain’s Chair, which already contained Robert April in all his early shift glory.
Meaning, Bob was clutching a cup of black coffee like it was the only thing keeping him from oozing onto the floor and falling asleep, eyes bleary and shoulders slumped. Chris had learned pretty quickly after taking this position on Enterprise that it was best to just let Captain April wake up in his own time, or everyone would be subject to his foul temper for the entire shift.
“You’re late,” the Captain observed, not looking at him.
Chris also knew that lying to the Captain about trivial personal matters was likely to get April’s nose shoved into all of his business. “I couldn’t find my contacts,” he said.
Robert twisted in the chair to look at him, simply blinked, and turned back to stare out at the passing stars.
Half an hour into the shift, Chris was ready to throw his glasses across the room and deal with being blind for the rest of the day. The nose pads were loose, unable to stay where they were and slid down his nose every time he moved his head, which meant every time he looked down at his console to adjust their course he had to push them back into place.
“Commander Pike,” Robert said, now more awake and actually sitting in his chair instead of slouching. “Why don’t you do down to medical and have your glasses adjusted?”
“I’m fine, sir,” he lied.
“I’ll make it an order, Commander,” Robert said. “And while you’re down there have Dr April fabricate some new contacts. That is an order.”
Chris stood, reluctant, and Robert smiled at him smugly as he passed the Captain’s chair. “Thank you, Commander,” the older man said, cheerful.
Chris didn’t respond and stepped into the turbo lift, feeling agitated as he wandered down to Medical. Not only were his glasses inconvenient, they were interrupting his work and the Captain’s work. Hopefully Sarah would be able to fabricate new contacts before his next shift.
“Christopher!” Sarah called, almost waddling over to him. Sarah April never failed to astound Chris, when his own mother was in her final trimester with his younger sister she has barely been able to roll off the couch without his father’s help, but Sarah was nearly at full term and was still working full shifts.
Either she didn’t trust Phil to keep her Medbay running or she didn’t trust her husband not to do something incredibly stupid while she wasn’t on duty.
Somehow, Chris got the feeling it was both.
“What brings you down to medical?” She asked. “Don’t tell me, Bob overdid it with the caffeine again?”
“Probably,” Chris replied. “But he sent me down to get my glasses adjusted. They’re loose.”
Sarah reached up and plucked them directly off his face. He blinked at the rapid change in focus and followed her cautiously through medbay, making sure to keep at enough of a distance that he didn’t bump into her. The last thing he needed was to tell his captain he knocked over his very pregnant wife.
“Sit down, Christopher,” Sarah told him, and he found the seat she was gesturing to without much fumbling. He could hear her rummaging through a drawer, humming to herself as she did and he let himself drift a little, eyes closed and mind blank.
Sarah had a calming presence, and after a morning of stress and discomfort it was very appreciated.
“Here, try this,” she said, sliding the glasses back onto his face. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, then turned his head from left to right and then looked down. They felt secure, barely moving for all but the most violent head turns. Sarah smiled at him when he looked back up at her.
“Better?” She asked.
He smiled back. “Yes, thank you,” he replied, standing. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, which she accepted with a smile and patted his chest with the hand that currently wasn’t pressing against her pregnant belly.
“Go find Phil,” she told him, and sounded uncomfortable. “I need to have a word with my parasite.”
“You shouldn’t call them that,” he replied.
“They’re my child,” Sarah said, sitting in the seat he vacated. “And until my husband and I pick a name I can call them whatever I want.”
Chris left her to bicker with her uncooperative feotus and wandered through medical in search of his illusive boyfriend.
After a moment of fruitless searching, he stopped in the centre of Medical and folded his arms over his chest. “Phil?” He called.
“In a minute, Chris!” He heard Phil shout from one of the exam rooms.
Chris moved to stand outside of it, and as Phil walked out he fell into step beside him. Phil’s head was buried in a PADD, stylus moving furiously as he jotted down Medical jargon in horrific penmanship. “What are you doing down here?” Phil asked, impatient.
“Hello to you too.”
“Not now, Chris. I’ve got to finish this charting before end of shift or Sarah will have my ass,” Phil replied, still not looking at him. “Now what’s wrong? Do you need a new inhaler?”
“No, I still have the one you gave me last week,” Chris said. “I lost my contacts, Sarah said you could synthesise new ones?”
Phil finally looked up from his work, and two things happened simultaneously.
Chris walked through the door they had been heading towards, and Phil smacked into the wall beside it with a whack.
“Phil!” Chris shouted, rushing back through the door and falling to his knees beside Phil’s prone form.
The older man groaned, rolling onto his side before sitting up and clutching his face. “When did you start wearing glasses?” He demanded.
Chris blinked.
Phil’s face was tinted pink, the blush crawling up from his cheeks to his hairline and then down past the collar of his uniform.
Chris blinked once more.
“Do you like my glasses, Phil?” He asked carefully.
The blush grew deeper and Phil ducked his head, glaring at the ground as Chris felt a grin spread across his face.
“They’re okay,” Phil grumbled.
Chris lifted his hand to adjust his glasses.
Maybe he could put off getting new contacts for a few more days, just to see if his old ones turned up.
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Date Disasters
Pairing: Chris Pike/Phil Boyce
Rating: T? Sex is glossed over
Length: 1236 words
Summary: The date following Stars Collide! Chris is a walking disaster, Phil’s no better, and somehow they work.
BoyceEpic Update
Words: 16,178. Pages: 41. Feelings: countless. Love for Phil Boyce: ∞.
Chril dads
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For everyone that survives, their lives become split into Before and After. Before, things are good. Things are great, really. But after is it's own hellscape. After is worrying how many more days they're going to make it. After is the feeling of just maybe being among the last hand full of people alive. After is losing everything. After is losing everything and picking up the pieces, and hoping the pieces stay together. The pieces don't stay together. Not forever.
Star Trek Apocalypse AU written for @thevalesofanduin ‘s Star Trek Apocalypse Challenge
MY BABY IS HERE!!! Guys I am so incredibly proud of this thing. I’ve been working on it since FOREVER and it’s totally worth it. I hope so much y’all like it!
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Coffee Mistakes
600 Follower Celebration Drabble #1
Pairing: Chris Pike x Phil Boyce
Prompt: #7 “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.” for @auduna-druitt
Word count: 591
Rating: Everyone
Other Note: Modern AU
Link to story on AO3
Fifteen minutes. He had fifteen minutes to get to the cafe, get his coffee, and then get back to the hospital. Phil had two patients in labor and had been awake since some godforsaken hour because of it. Not that he really minded. He just would’ve preferred if the first one hadn’t been far enough along to be admitted at five-thirty in the morning.
Despite how tired he was, though, he couldn’t help but laugh a little to himself at the man leaned against counter waiting on his coffee, looking like the counter had personally offended him. Before he could ask the man what the counter had ever done to him, the barista set two cups of coffee on the counter. Phil grabbed the one closest to him and headed out of the coffee shop. He was halfway down the street when someone ran up behind him.
“Hey, Phil!” a voice called.
Phil turned around to see the other man. How the hell do you know my name? “What? I’m kinda in a rush.”
“I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”
The doctor looked at the side of the cup. Chris. “Did you already drink some of it?”
“Oh, no. I just opened it to add sugar and it wasn’t the vanilla latte I ordered,” Chris answered as they swapped drinks.
“You said you ordered a latte and were going to add sugar?” Phil desperately tried to hide the disgust at the thought as he took a sip of his black coffee.
“I like my coffee sweet.” Chris shrugged as he began walking along side Phil.
“Well, that would definitely make it sweet.”
Chris walked with him until they got to the hospital. Before he went back up to his patients, he stole a piece of paper and a pen from the main reception desk and scribbled down his number as clearly as he could. He handed it to Chris without a word then walked off.
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Eight hours, four regular appointments with patients, two standard deliveries, and one c-section later, Phil sank down in the chair in his office and pulled out his phone. He had a missed call from his mom, who he’d have to call back the next day, and five unread texts. Four were from his sisters and one was from a number he didn’t recognize. After texting his sisters back, he opened the last message.
Hi. It’s Chris from the coffee shop.
Phil laughed a little at the blatant awkwardness before texting back. Hi, Chris from the coffee shop.
***
Twenty years later
“How do you drink something that sweet?” Phil asked as he watched Chris stir even more sugar into his coffee.
“It’s the perfect amount of sweet,” Chris argued.
“Sure it is. And it’s definitely not like you’re ruining the nice coffee I buy.”
“You buy it. I drink it how I like.”
Phil rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag and to-go cup of coffee. “I might be late getting home. Don’t burn the house down. Seriously, if I’m not home when it’s time for dinner, just order take-out.”
“Yes, dear,” Chris answered a bit sarcastically.
Phil narrowed his eyes playfully and pressed a quick kiss to his husband’s lips. “Seriously, I don’t want to come home to a burnt kitchen or only part of a house,” he called over his shoulder as he walked out of the house.
Chris rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee, that was debatably more milk and sugar than actual coffee.
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yo what's chril help a gal out
ok listen here: chril is the BEST SHIP
it’s chrisopher pike x philip boyce
now you may wonder who in the world those people are. let me explain (because i love talking about my otp)
remember star trek aos? with all those pretty people? angelic chris pine, smoking zach quinto, cute-but-hot karl urban, ethereal zoe saldana?remember bruce greenwood (the stuart is silent)?
him? the dadmiral? the hottest 60+ year old white dude out there? the kindest, cutest, funniest, most adorable but also hottest guy?remember him?
see, here’s (probably) what happened: in star trek tos, in the pilot episode, there was that one scene where tos captain pike did the whole “draw me like one of your french girls” pose when he was waiting on his cmo (philip boyce), and then the whole scene was just uhh kinda gay, and eventually someone was like “Yes, This™”.
add to that bruce greenwood, who is seriously incredibly attractive, and you’ve got chril.
now who’s phil?
as far as we (canonically) know (and by we i mean me), he’s a doctor, and he was chris’ cmo during his command of the enterprise (tos) / yorktown (aos). there are different face casts, different background stories, different phil’s all around (and different chris’ too), but they love each other and it’s Good.
ALSO thanks to the expert detective work by @auduna-druitt , we know that phil boyce canonically exists in aos (!!!!!) - but i can’t find the explaining post anymore (someone link me please i want to cry again!) (plus some extra pain by @mccoymostly ).
also, i think the (itty bitty tiny) chril fandom also unanimously accepted that jim and leo are sort of secretly adopted by chril (because most, if not all of us, ship mckirk).
finally, here’s the other (written) content we can offer. also make sure to search the chril tag here on tumblr to find more :D make sure to follow everyone in the tag, because they’re all amazing and i do feel kind of bad not to mention them here, but that would make the post even longer, but do know that they’re all amazing and deserve all the love in the world for practically creating this ship out of thin air :’)