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Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)

By needlesandink on AO3

Star Trek Beyond rewrite where Kirk and Spock are bonded and he gave Kirk the necklace!

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Late night ink sesh

[sarahh-davis]

Needles and Ink || Self Para

She laid strapped to a long black chair, helplessly calling for someone to save her. The walls lined with things you only saw in movies, mostly the saw ones. Millions of death contraptions. She screamed again desperately trying to make someone notice that she was trapped, but no one came. She heard footsteps coming from around the corner, her heart quickened with hope. Maybe someone had actually heard her plead for safety. A man walked into the room, his hands clutching a large needle that darted in and out quickly. “Ready for your tattoo?” His face turned into a frightening smirk as he approached her. Sarah screamed loudly in a last attempt for anyone to hear her.

She awoke in a cold sweat her screams catching in her throat. It had just been a dream, but that didn’t change the fact that she was stilled scared for tonight. She pulled herself up from her place on the bed, trying to calm herself down. Sarah paced back and forth in her room trying to breath steady. “Why?! Why do I let people talk me into these thing?!” She questioned herself holding back the impulse to smack her head against the wall. She jumped slightly when she heard the knock on the door, and the screaming coming from the other side. “Come on Sar, open the door lets go!” She heard her friend El pleading from the other side. Sighing to herself, she knew well enough that if she didn’t open the door El wouldn’t just give up and say they could do something else. She had not only flown from Tennessee to see her but also convinced Sarah that getting a tattoo would be something fun they could do together. Sure getting a tattoo sounds fun, I would love too get one with you. She mimicked her own annoying voice in her head, regretting ever agreeing to do this. She grabbed her cell phone off the table and stuffed in her pocket. “I’m coming!” She yelled at El as she knocked impatiently on the door again.

As they approached the tattoo shop, Sarah could feel her knees getting weak again. Why had she thought she could do this, needles were one of her biggest fears. “Uhh…..can’t we…uh..can’t we do something else? I don’t need a tattoo!” Sarah started to back away from the shop, putting more space between her and the dreaded front door. El looped her arm through hers, stopping her from running away. Sarah pulled at her arm, trying to release herself from her friends hold on her. As much as she tried there was no getting out of her death grip. The door of the shop now stood wide open welcoming her inside. She looked to her friend, as if daring her to push her inside, force her more into the store. Finally giving up Sarah walked inside first. The first thing she noticed were the walls, not that they were lined with the death traps like she had been expecting. Ones that the man sitting at the front desk would be able to use on her like in her dream. They were actually lined with pictures of the previous people who had gotten their tattoos done here. She walked over to the wall examining the different places people had gotten things done. “Wow!” She crouched down looking at a portrait of a woman with a large dream catcher down her side. Sarah herself hadn’t exactly decided on what she was going to get, because she really wasn’t interested in getting anything at all. But now seeing all the beautiful things that people had gotten done, her interest had been sparked.

The picture was clutched tightly in her hand, as she explained to the tattoo artist, who she learned was named Dex. He listened to what she wanted done, his hand furiously sketching as she spoke. “It’s a picture of the dream catcher that hangs over my bed with four feathers to represent my four brothers and sisters. The dream catcher is to protect them.” She finished explaining as he sketched down a rough draft of the tattoo. She based it off of the picture, but with a little twist. It resembled the one that had hung over her bed back in Tennessee. After he had finished he held it up for her to see. “Wow..” Were the only words that she could get out, the picture he had come up with was an almost replica of the exact thing. Which she thought was pretty good seeing as he had no idea what it really looked like. After Dex had drawn the outline onto her right side, she got into a comfortable position her had resting loosely in her friends. El had promised she could squeeze as hard as she needed when there was pain. Which Sarah knew there would be lots of. The moment she heard the loud needle start up, she squeezed her friends hand anticipating the pain that would soon come.

Sarah stood in the front of the shop hours later examining the fresh ink that covered most of her right side. She couldn’t help but smile, it was perfect. She was happy that she had settled with the dreamcatcher idea, it had meaning to her and she would be able to tell people that. Instead of just saying she got a tattoo to just get one. She wrapped her arms tightly around her friend. “Okay I guess I don’t hate you for making he do this.” She rolled her eyes hating to admit that El was right about something