“I promised you bears, Marty! I came back to give you bears!”
Fandom: Back to the Future Rating: T (flippant discussions of violence/ illnesses, language) Genre: Meta, Parody Summary: In which I, a "seasoned" "whump" author, reunite with Marty in my infinite office building for another unhinged month of annoying albeit diabolical torment to celebrate my second year hosting June of Doom. The contracts are signed, and the Magical Reset Ice Cream is in the freezer, so let's get this show on the road!
Captain James "Jim" T. Kirk's heart was pounding in his throat as he ran through the dark corridor of the abandoned building complex, trying to escape his pursuer.
It was a chase of life or death. He was already badly injured. A glance down at his stomach showed Jim the deep wound left by the phaser. If he was hit one more time, he would certainly not survive.
So the only way to save his life was to escape. The captain had to run and then hide.
Well. There was another option. He could seek a direct confrontation and fight his pursuer. But he really wasn't sure if he was in good enough health to do that.
Fight or flight. Unfortunately, he didn't have much choice.
"When are ye finally going to give up?" Jim heard the familiar voice of the man he had always considered a good friend.
Montgomery Scott had always been by his side. They had been through so much together. They had worked side by side. And now he was betraying his captain without even batting an eyelid.
It just wasn't fair! Jim would never have thought that Scotty would be capable of something like this.
As the blond turned a corner as quickly as he could, he turned to look over his shoulder. The engineer was no longer behind him. He had lost him.
"I'll never stop," Kirk replied to Scotty's question and he was almost certain of victory when it suddenly happened.
The captain tripped over a loose stone in the floor and fell. Cursing loudly, he tried to get up, but just at that moment Scott came running around the corner, phaser firmly in hand. He sighed theatrically.
"I'm sorry, Jimbo. No hard feelings."
Kirk knew he had no chance of escaping. It was over. No one would be able to save him. That's why he simply lay there.
When the phaser shot hit him in the head and everything in front of him went black, his end was sealed. He had lost.
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Jim cursed loudly and threw the controller onto the desk in a rage.
"Damn it! Why do I always lose?"
Through the headphones in his ears, he heard Scotty's gleeful laughter.
"Face it, laddie. No one can beat me in this game. I am and always will be unbeatable."
"We'll see about that. Next time I'll definitely take you down!"
Scotty just yawned.
"Aye, all right. Just keep trying. The more times I get to enjoy the sweet taste of victory. But now I have to sleep. My shift starts in five hours and I don't want to be completely sleep-deprived. Same time next week?"
Jim sighed. He would have loved to play a rematch, but as captain he had to make sure his crew members got enough rest and sleep.
"Sure. Sounds good. Good night, Mr. Scott."
"Good night, Captain."
They ended the call and closed the game. But one thing was certain. Next time, Jim was sure to win. No matter how long he needed to practice.
A/N: This story is set in the alternate universe of @thesconesyard and my "To Light" series
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"And I warned ye not to install that stupid system."
When he heard his good friend Scotty's voice, Jim couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course he was grateful that his savior was finally here, but did the engineer really have to be such a know-it-all now?
"I-I-I know, I know. B-but it can't be helped now. You'd better g-g-get me out quickly," the blond replied, his teeth chattering. His whole body already felt completely chilled.
It had actually been a great plan! When he had been offered the chance to update the technology in his coffee shop at a ridiculously low price, Jim had simply not been able to say no.
New technical devices that responded to verbal commands. A system controlled by artificial intelligence which made work easier.
Including an automatic door to the cold store.
If only Jim had known that the system was extremely susceptible to faults. Then he definitely wouldn't have been locked in the cold store like that.
Fortunately for him, the rest of his employees had been on site and had immediately noticed the predicament their boss was in. And, of course, they had called the best technician they knew as quickly as possible.
Montgomery Scott normally only built ships, but thank goodness his technical know-how was far more far-reaching.
"An AI in a good old coffee shop. What a load of nonsense. How could ye let yourself be persuaded to install something like that?"
Jim could just imagine Scotty fiddling with the touchpad on the door and shaking his head.
"I-I just wanted to make life easier for Sulu and Chekov, okay?!"
Damn, this cold room was a living hell – without the fire obviously! If Scotty didn't get him out soon, Jim was going to be a popsicle! He hugged himself even tighter and rubbed his freezing arms.
Normally, in this hot summer, he would have been happy for any cool down, but this room was really too icy!
"Well, everyone's life was definitely easier before technology was allowed to do so much. The good old days were much better, weren't they?"
Jim groaned.
"A-are you going to get me out now o-or are you going to keep complaining?"
"I'm working as fast as I can, Jimbo," came the reply from outside the door.
"T-then w-work even faster! I-if you don't hurry, the hottest guy in town will be an i-icicle in no time!"
A click sounded and only a moment later Jim, who had been leaning back against the door, fell backwards onto the kitchen floor.
Scotty looked down at him from above, a slight smile on his lips.
"Ye're not looking so hot," he said, and Jim could hear the scorn in the Scotsman's voice.
Chekov and Sulu, who were also present, both had to chuckle, but helped their trembling boss to his feet.
The blond raised an admonishing index finger to give a quick-witted reply, but quickly dropped it again and simply hugged Scotty.
"Th-thank you, Scotty. You really saved my l-l-life."
Scotty just smiled and patted his friend on the back several times.
"Ye're welcome, lad. Ye're welcome."
Now they just had to wait for McCoy to arrive so he could take care of Jim and give him a lecture about the dangers of hypothermia.
"I have a full-time job getting my ass tortured by you, and I'd appreciate it if my evil alter ego wasn't dropping out of the ceiling trying to set me on fire all the goddamn time!"
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Fandom: Back to the Future Rating: T (flippant discussions of violence/ illnesses, language) Genre: Meta, Parody Summary: In which I, a "seasoned" "whump" author, reunite with Marty in my infinite office building for another unhinged month of annoying albeit diabolical torment to celebrate my second year hosting June of Doom. The contracts are signed, and the Magical Reset Ice Cream is in the freezer, so let's get this show on the road!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Back to the Future Rating: T (flippant discussions of violence/ illnesses, language) Genre: Meta, Parody Summary: In which I, a "seasoned" "whump" author, reunite with Marty in my infinite office building for another unhinged month of annoying albeit diabolical torment to celebrate my second year hosting June of Doom. The contracts are signed, and the Magical Reset Ice Cream is in the freezer, so let's get this show on the road!
The stars have aligned! I've been waiting for inspiration to write my next Comfortmeber prompt ("Friends"), and today's BttF JanAUry prompt just so happens to be @bttf-dork's History Friends AU! I was going to do a mood board, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to write these guys. I grew up with and love all three of them! So, without further ado:
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COMFORTEMBER 2023 🍁 DAY 26: FRIENDS
“The more, the merrier, Marty!"
Fandom: Back to the Future Rating: T (flippant discussions of violence, language) Genre: Meta, Parody, Whump, Hurt/Comfort Summary: In which I, an enthusiastically chaotic autumn lover, lure Marty into a false sense of security to participate in Comfortember. He’s onto me, though, because old habits die hard. And “wholesome whump” hasn’t really been in our vocabulary until now.
Marty & I are back in the office working hard for Sicktember 2023!
DAY 1: "I'M SO SORRY."
"You won't even be conscious for half of it!" I said with a laugh. "That's nice, right?"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Back to the Future Rating: T (flippant discussions of violence/ illnesses, language) Genre: Meta, Parody, Sickfic Summary: In which I, an unconventionally sunny “whump” author, recruit Marty to be my patient for Sicktember. He knows better than to underestimate me this time around, and he should be thanking me, really; this subgenre of whump comes with so many pillows!
