Oct 29, 2025
“Star Trek is people talking earnestly in rooms.”
Yes yes. But Star Trek is also people standing abnormally close together while talking earnestly in rooms.
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“Star Trek is people talking earnestly in rooms.”
Yes yes. But Star Trek is also people standing abnormally close together while talking earnestly in rooms.
I need more of them in my life.
Pike: “Did I just—”
Cornwell: sighs. “Yeah. You did.”
“Hold Me”
A Cornwell/Pike fix-it ficlet by Me.
(This fic is inspired by Chapter 5 of my previous fic “Love Lies Bleeding,” in which Kat is the one to donate blood to save Una’s life. It takes place in the same AU but is not part of that series. Lets call it “an AU of an AU.”)
Hegemony II
Kat woke slowly, sleep like quicksand—heavy, thick, trying to pull her back under.
The light was the first thing she noticed, a hazy glow beckoning her to wakefulness, but it wasn’t bright enough to pull her out of the murky depths. Then the soft soughing of fabric sliding against…
She couldn’t tell.
A heavy breath meandered through the air, and then there was a voice, rough and weary, a voice that ached, coming from…somewhere. “Our Father, who art in Heaven...”
She knew that voice.
“Chris?” His name was hardly a whisper coming from her sore and parched throat, the sounds of it catching, half the letters unpronounced.
Where was he?
Her eyelids felt leaden, lifting them impossible, but somehow she managed it. The dim light overhead was too bright for her light-starved eyes and she winced, groaning.
“Hey.”
That voice. His voice.
Kat tried to reach for him but found her limbs still trapped in quicksand, too heavy to move. Forcing her eyes open again, she found him sitting beside her on the biobed.
“You’re awake,” he said quietly, taking her hand in his.
Groggy and probably still under the effects of anesthesia, the first thing she noticed was the phaser strapped to his leg. He was still wearing the tactical uniform he’d been wearing when they’d beamed up. How long had she been under?
Kat swallowed, trying and failing to wet her throat. “Were you…praying?”
Chris made a sound that was something between a sob and a self-deprecating laugh that was also the most tortured thing Kat had ever heard. “I didn’t know what else to do,” he admitted.
Her limbs were beginning to function properly now, and Kat curled her fingers around the edge of his palm. “The landing party?” she asked, fearing his answer, but needing to know.
“Safe.”
“Colonists?”
“Safe.”
Kat sighed in relief. Then she looked at him, finally aware enough to see him clearly. He looked utterly worn out, his face streaked with sweat and grime, and was that dried blood near his ear? “Have you slept at all?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Don’t worry about that,” said Chris, patting the back of her hand. “How are you feeling?”
Kat hummed a feeble laugh. “Like baby Gorn tried to tear up my insides.” Then fear struck her. “Or did they?” Christine had promised—
“No,” Chris assured her. “Christine and Spock found a way to treat you.”
“How?”
“Una.”
Gratitude overcame Kat, and she smiled to herself. “Tell her ‘we’re even’ for me, will you?”
Chris gave a weak chuckle. “Sure.”
Kat squeezed his hand, knowing he didn’t appreciate her making light of almost dying, but she was incapable of dealing with the fact any other way at the moment.
“Hey. You should go get some sleep,” she told him. “You look exhausted.”
The look on his face was answer enough.
“Chris,” she admonished gently.
He shook his head, jaw tight, eyes rheumy. “I almost lost you,” he said.
“For a moment there,” Kat admitted, “I thought I was lost.”
“Please don’t—” He couldn’t even finish that thought. His hand tightened around hers, his eyes clenched shut, and two tears finally broke free, carving their way through the dust on his face.
“Chris?”
He sucked in a breath, brusquely dashing away those tears before he looked at her. “Yeah?”
“Hold me.”
It took some maneuvering, body armor stripped and dropped to the floor, but then he was there, stretched out alongside her, his arm around her waist, holding her in the shelter of his embrace, and there, finally, she felt safe.
I was encouraged to create a cover for one of my fics, and somehow I ended up creating this one instead. I’m definitely not the most artistically inclined person, but I had a lot of fun designing this.
In an AU where Kat survives, she goes to see Chris in Montana.
Featuring: Katrina Cornwell and Christopher Pike, with special guest appearances by Pike’s horses.
AO3
On the fourth day of Katmas, N_Squared wrote Mirror!Kat!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
On the third day of Katmas, N_Squared wrote three mentions of “I love you.” Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katrina Cornwell/Christopher Pike Characters: Katrina Cornwell, Christopher Pike Additional Tags: Episode: s02e07 Light and Shadows (Star Trek: Discovery), Love Confessions, Idiots in Love Summary: After Pike escapes the time rift, Kat has some choice words for him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
On the second day of Katmas, N_Squared wrote two idiots huddling for warmth. 🥰
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katrina Cornwell/Christopher Pike Characters: Katrina Cornwell, Christopher Pike Additional Tags: Blizzards & Snowstorms, Stranded, Huddling For Warmth, Pre-Canon, Katmas 2025 Summary: Kat and Chris find shelter during a snowstorm.