Using Dr. Soong’s tech and Bashir’s EMH data, Starfleet made a prototype of an android Bashir EMH, but it wasn’t quite what they wanted. It goes mysteriously missing.
Somehow, Garak finds out about this prototype being sold off and passed around and manages to buy it via Quark and get it shipped to DS9. Julian finds out. Insert weird Chobits-like story-line but make it 3 way.
Summary: Doc accidentally shoots Marty with his Shrink Ray. (Also available on AO3)
Pairings: Doc Brown & Marty McFly
Notable tags: humor, dubious science
"Hey, Doc—whoa!" The last thing Marty expected to see walking into Doc's garage was him holding up a gun.
Doc snapped toward Marty's direction at his entrance, now pointing the gun directly at Marty. A bright red light crossed Marty's vision and he squinted as he instinctively raised his hands up.
"Marty?" Doc called, putting the gun down as fast as he had shifted targets.
"Doc?" Marty responded, raising a brow, hands still in the air. Doc rushed over to his unintentional captor and grabbed Marty by the shoulders.
"You're just in time, Marty! I was just about to test out my new Shrink Ray!"
Marty blinked, still trying to get the spots out of his vision. "Shrink Ray?"
Doc jostled Marty excitedly, forcing the boy to grab onto Doc's biceps to keep his balance. "Yes, yes! Come see!"
Doc wrapped his arm around Marty's shoulders and urged him to the center of the garage, where Marty now saw what Doc was originally aiming at: an empty soup can resting atop several miscellaneous stacked items.
"I thought it was getting a little tight in here, so what better way to make space than make everything smaller? Observe." Doc raised his "Shrink Ray" once more and aimed it at the can. This close to it, Marty could see that the gun in question was actually just some kids toy, looking more like a weapon seen on Star Trek than Miami Vice. The only stand out details being the various colored wires wrapped all around the thing.
Once the red laser settled on the can, Doc fired and Marty jumped at the red ray of light that sent the can flying from it's position, followed by the metallic sound of it bouncing around the garage. Doc rushed over to it excitedly and let out a laugh that could only come from a crazed scientist as he picked it up. Holding the can up as high as Doc could, Marty saw that it had, in fact, shrunk.
"Whoa, Doc! That's crazy!" Marty exclaimed, running over to Doc to check out the shrinkified can up close.
"Crazy genius, I know!" Doc said, some smugness in his tone. "Now go back, quickly. The test isn't over yet!"
Doc placed the can back on it's spot and they both rushed back to their position. Doc leveled the gun at the can once more and when the laser landed on it, he fired again. The can was once again sent flying and this time the both of them made it over to the can before it had finished it's bouncing. Doc picked it up yet again only to reveal that it was the same size it had been originally.
"Doc, Doc this is incredible!" Marty said, running his hands through his hair excitedly. Doc tossed the can to him and Marty just barely caught, eyeing it down like it was a brand new guitar.
"Thank you, Marty! I'm rather pleased myself." Doc started, proceeding to fiddle with the Shrink Ray in his hands. "It was an easy little contraption to make. Each wire contributes to the altering of atoms to feasibly make the item in question react appropriately to the sudden change in the density of its matter! I just flip this switch here," he gestured to tiny little lever on the side of the gun, "and everything is appropriately powered to cause the shrink! Now, to get to the real issue at hand, cleaning!"
Marty tossed the can back and forth between his hands as Doc moved to rearrage the stack of items that held up the can previously. On his way over, Doc tripped.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Doc fell to the floor. The Shrink Ray flying from his hands. Marty to tossing the can to the ground to rush over to Doc and make sure he's okay. The Shrink Ray hitting the ground and Marty being briefly blinded by a flash of red light before a beam fired from the Ray, shooting past Doc's head and landing straight into Marty's chest.
Doc hit the floor at the same as hit Marty was flung back, hitting the couch in the middle of the room and knocking it on it's back as he made his landing. Doc, ignoring his bruised elbows, quickly gathered himself upwards and ran in the direction his friend went flying.
"Marty!" He yelped. "Marty, are you alright?!"
Doc heard Marty groan before he reached the other side of the upturned couch. Once on the other side, Doc saw…
Marty. Normal sized.
Doc was briefly stunned at the sight before he came back to himself and reached down to help Marty up. "Are you hurt? How do you feel?"
Marty let Doc raise him to a sitting position and leaned back into the hand against his back when he was upright. "I don't think so. I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow but I don't think anything's broken."
Doc gently moved the hand on Marty's back to the top of his head and brought up his other head to stretch Marty's eyes wide open. Marty blinked rapidly at the intrusion when Doc was done and before he could ask, Doc stated, "Pupils look alright, so you probably didn't hit your head. You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, Doc, I'm sure," Marty responded, teenage sass etching into his tone.
The attitude seemed to reassure Doc and he ruffled Marty's hair before bringing his hand up to cup his chin. "Interesting that the Shrink Ray seemed to have no effect on you."
"I wouldn't say no effect," Marty muttered as he slowly began to stand. Doc jumped up much quicker than him.
"It must be size! The Shrink Ray works by shrinking something of regular size and reverting it back to it's regular size if shot a second time. But if something is already too small, yes, if something is too small for it's usual size then it must not be able to shrink it! Fascinating!"
Marty dusted himself off during Doc's musings but came to a stop as he processed some of what he said. "'Too small'? Wait, Doc, what you do you mean 'too small'?"
"Hold that thought, Marty! Maybe I should run some more tests before I start using it too much…" Doc walked off to where the Shrink Ray laid on the ground, muttering to himself all the while. Marty still stood in the same spot.
"Yeah but Doc, what do you mean 'too small for it's usual size'? Doc? Doc?"
SlabTek(platonic or romantic) Hermitcraft Fic Idea
I headcanon Etho as an arctic kitsune and Tango as a fireborn/Blaze hybrid(hot/cold relationship anyone?), and I have this idea that Etho and Tango left Hermitcraft for a bit to go to a main hub for [unspecified reasons(author's choice)], but the hotel they're staying in is raided by hunters. Intro Idea/Prompt:
Etho's ears pinned back and he backed towards the door as he heard that all too familiar click, the same one that chased him in his nightmares, the same one that made his ears flick with fear and the hair on his arms stand straight up and the scars on his back pulse in time with the memories. It was the loading of a gun, but not just any gun. The very gun that kitsune like himself were taught to fear.
If Etho had been smarter, he could still be safe in his room, door locked, peacefully cuddling with his favorite fireborn. But he hadn't been smart. He had let fear take over.
And now he was paying the price.
Fox hunters.
Fox hunters in the hotel.
On Hermitcraft, Etho never would've had to face this again. Xisuma would never allow fox hunters onto the Server.
But Etho wasn't on Hermitcraft right now.
And he hadn't been nearly careful enough in hiding his non-humanity.
He felt his breath pick up against his will, mind running through every single experience with fox hunters before now in vivid detail, forcing him to relive every single one as he tried to find a solution, a way to escape, to save him and Tango.
5 years old, cowering in a closet. "Run, Etho! Just go!"
8 years of age, crawling through a dirty vent, dust and tears blurring his vision as he heard angry screaming to the beat of gunshots behind him, echoing through the treacherous tunnels of the ventilation. "Get back here, you wretched little fox! I'll skin you alive!"
14, now, desperately chewing through harsh rope net and jumping from the back of a moving car. It hurt, but he had to keep running, can't stop, or they'll have him again.
And then 20, wrists bound behind his back, gagged with an old rag that smelled like rot and depression and tasted even worse, surrounded by collectors examining him like vultures circling prey. "This one will do nicely. High pain tolerance, strong powers, decently submissive... He'll garner a good price, I oughta think."
23, this time, bound hand and foot by leathers straps, trapped in a laboratory. The 'doctor' loomed over him, long scalpel in hand. "You've got keen eyes, fox. Too bad I'll have to sell them." The scalpel sliced across his eyelid and he bit back a scream, mouth tasting like iron, lungs burning. He felt the scalpel be plunged through his tear ducts, trying to force his eye out, and he howled. It hurt, it hurt so bad, it hurt like nothing had ever hurt before. He'd die, he was sure of it, and it'd be a mercy compared to this torment. He was dying, he was, and he wasn't even scared, because death meant nothing would hurt anymore, and void did he need that. He-
No. Stop thinking about it, stop remembering, he needed to stop! Focus!
But he just couldn't.
Whew! Long prompt, sorry about that. But, yeah, have fun with it! Go forth, Etho angst enjoyers, and good luck. Sorry if this is OOC. I'll admit, I don't write much Etho. Yes, yes, get your pitchforks. But, before you do so, go do something fun with this prompt!...please :3
made a Google sheets page for all of the ships! it has filters and a search option by character and campaign. Thank you so much for the ship list bc otherwise this would NOT HAVE HAPPENED EVER.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Ray's Ethically Pansexual Organization, Okay it was totally a dare and now this exists are you happy, Blood and Gore, Magic, Dubious Science, Necromancy, they are the problem child and they revel in it, if you don't know who's fault it was it was prolly necromancy, world building, Hand Wavey Magic, character is so done with cleaning up other people's messes, Vacation, Time Shenanigans, brief mention of eldritch horror, space, afab character, POV Third Person, No beta we die like zoology, this is going up in a series with each installment being it's own thing, eventual smut
Series: Part 1 of Ray's Ethically Pansexual Organization
Summary:
"A rotating mass of glowing rings seemed to be pulsating in the air above, but nobody was shouting or looked concerned so it was either benign or everyone was going to die anyway."
Grace deserved a damn vacation. Luckily Magical was recruiting 'volunteers' and really, what's the worst that could happen.
