Trektober day 10: snowed in
“Well, this is a problem.” Una frowned out the window at the storm, straining to see anything but a wall of white. All the scanners showed for miles was heavy precipitation and thick clouds, crackling with enough ion particles to fry the hair off her head in a second. The computer called any attempt to navigate the storm “unadvisable.”
Una begrudgingly called it suicide.
“Relax, Number One.” Chris, as smiley as ever, shot her a cheeky grin, already anticipating her snarky retort. While she had been trying to find a way out, Chris had dug out all the emergency gear. The portable heaters were assembled in a circle in the middle of the shuttle, and Chris had laid out her winter gear while Una had been too busy stewing to notice.
With a grumble that vaguely resembled a thank you, Una pulled on the thicker coat, hat, and gloves.
“We knew this could happen,” Chris said, completely unbothered by her withering look. “If Spock’s math was correct-” They both knew it was. “-the storm will clear this area in a few hours and we can fly out of here.”
“If we don’t freeze to death first.” Chris rolled his eyes and opened his arms.
“Come here, Number One. It’s regulations.” Una cocked an eyebrow but didn’t protest. Rubbing her arms and chattering her teeth, she allowed Chris to tuck her against him. “Got to preserve body heat.”
“I don’t remember this in the guidebook,” Una said dryly, and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.
“Oh, it’s in there,” Chris assured her, and rubbed her arms as he pressed a kiss to her head. “Regulation Pike Alpha: promote huddling for warmth whenever possible.”
Una grinned. “So, if it were Spock down here-”
“Captain does what he has to for his crew,” Chris said, and paused. “That rule is mostly for you, though.”
“Mmhm.” Una huddled closer, and Chris drew the heaters into a tighter semi-circle. The warmth washed over Una’s face and she sighed in contentment, tense muscles unwinding slightly. “Well, Captain, I admire your dedication.”
“Oh, anything for a crew member in need.” Una tipped her head up to him with a smirk. “If it’s you,” he amended, and pressed his lips to hers. “Though if Spock were to ask for a cuddle-”
“Hm?” Una swung one leg over Chris’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Shut up and keep me warm.”
