Star Trek Femslash Week
Pair: Beverly Crusher/ Kathryn Janeway
Word Count: 1,967
Rating: T
Prompt: Shuttle Crash, Time Travel
The dream itself isn't particularly unusual. It's a dream she has had off and on for decades, of the day that she lost both her father and her fiance to the icy depths of Tau Ceti Prime. She has no conscious memory of the event as she was knocked out for most of it, but her dreams have always filled in the blanks — whether she wanted them to or not.
No, the unusual part about this particular dream is that, after decades of the same images over and over again, this one had something new.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James T. Kirk/Khan Noonien Singh
Characters: James T. Kirk, Khan Noonien Singh (Star Trek: The Original Series), Spock (Star Trek), Joachim (Star Trek)
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Huddling For Warmth, Crash Landing
Series: Part 5 of The Khan Files
Summary:
Having received word of Ceti Alpha VI exploding, Kirk goes to check on Khan and his people. However, the Enterprise intercepts and shoots his ship down. Having gotten the cold shoulder from Spock and the Federation at large, will Kirk find a warmer welcome among the Augments? This can be read on its own, but is meant as a sequel to Reflections.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway
Characters: Chakotay (Star Trek), Kathryn Janeway, Tuvok (Star Trek)
Additional Tags: Chakotay crashed another shuttle, Janeway demands answers, starts rom-com gets dramatic, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Feelings, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
Captain Janeway is determined to uncover the reason Chakotay keeps crashing her shuttles, but he is less than forthcoming … until pushed to his breaking point.
A little fic for @killermanatee, inspired by silly chatter among @voyager-book-club folks. Enjoy!
(So, this is what I’ve been doing tonight instead of my drafts. Really, most of what I got from my attempt to write this is that I can’t write Megatron, I like mood whiplash, and I can’t go a thousand words without a Pacific Rim shout-out. Take that how you will.)
(For anyone curious, Riella’s interactions with Megatron here are based on her interactions with @turncoatxtyrant and that’s the portrayal I was trying to write. There was initially a much, much less ambiguous ending, but where’s the fun in that? This isn’t necessarily “canon”, but I don’t think it’s necessarily completely AU, either.)
“At this point, I only have one question. How do you crash into a planet? A planet. How did you not see it coming?”
“Okay, okay, captain,” Riella shot back, voice muffled by the fact that she was currently wedged into the tiny space between the engine section of the shuttle and the ground it had embedded itself into. “I get it, my piloting leaves something to be desired, and if we fix this thing enough to fly I’ll gladly turn the driver’s seat over to you. Until then, how about you worry less about my piloting and more about whether or not you can fix the control console?”
“I can’t,” Megatron informed her bluntly, shoving a piece of damaged machinery away with a clang. “I can get it running, if we can turn the engines back on, but it’s a one-time use at best. I’m not a mechanic. What about the engines? Did anything survive?”
“Survive, yes, in one piece, no.” Riella kicked a bent panel with one heel, hard, trying to knock it back into place. “There’s internal damage I can’t reach.”
“Can’t reach? How can you possibly not reach? You’re small enough to fit between the shuttle engines.” No amusement showed on the former warlord’s face, but there might have been a hint of it in his tone.
“If you want to scale down and give it a shot, Megatron, be my guest.” Riella tried to push further in and only succeeded in jamming her arm into a gap and smacking her head on a piece of machinery. “It’s a little crushed down here. And yes, I know that’s my fault, don’t start again.”
“Hmm.” The noncommittal sound spoke volumes. “Perhaps we should switch jobs for a few minutes. Though I should note that I have the sensor screen working. We have a distress beacon and the planetary scanner.”
“Yeah?” Riella wiggled, trying to free herself. “Distress beacon sounds good. That’ll let the Lost Light know we need pickup. Do we have comms?”
“No.” There was a pause, while Megatron tried to reset enough of the scanner to check their surroundings. “We do have a signal inbound.”
“The ship? That was fast.” Now there was a good chance she was stuck. Like hell she was going to admit it, though. “Think they saw what happened?”
“No. They’re out of range.” Another long pause, and when Megatron spoke again, it was with a distinct undertone of urgency. “Any change on the engines? We need the engines running.”
Riella rolled her optics, aware that the effect was lost with no line of sight. “No, there hasn’t been a change from the last time you asked me, two minutes ago. What’s got you spooked? Here I didn’t think there was much that could unnerve the Captain of the Lost Light except…” She trailed off, running down the list of things that could draw a nervous tone from Megatron. There weren’t many, and none of them were things she wanted to run into. “What the hell’s on that scanner?”
“Get out from there, Riella. Now.”
She knew an order when she heard one. “Hang on, I’m working on it. I’m a little stuck.” Her arm was fairly well jammed in – it was going to take a moment or three to work it loose.
The shuttle shuddered under sudden movement from its inhabitant, there was a heavy thud as Megatron landed on the ground beside her, and before she could protest, a massive hand grabbed her shoulder and yanked her out from under the engines.
“Ow!” Riella protested and jerked away, wincing and grabbing at her now-bleeding arm. “The hell is wrong with you?”
“Enough!” Megatron ordered sharply. “Be quiet and listen to me. Is there any way this shuttle will be up and working in the next ten minutes?”
“No. None. I told you that.” Riella curled her hand around her arm, inspecting the small wound for any damage. “You’re scaring me, and I don’t scare easily. What was on that scanner?”
Megatron didn’t answer for a long moment, instead turning to stare up at the sky as if he expected to spot the ship coming in. There was nothing yet, of course, and wouldn’t be for a few minutes. “The Peaceful Tyranny,” he finally answered. “Tarn’s ship.”
“Tarn. As in Decepticon Justice Division Tarn?” Riella’s spark all but stopped. Are you serious was her first thought, but of course he was. This was not a matter for jokes.
“Yes.” To Riella’s surprise, Megatron dropped to one knee, placed a hand on her shoulder, and turned her toward him to examine her injured arm briefly. “You’re not hurt.” He stood up and took another moment to debate with himself before gesturing sharply to the hills in the distance. “Go. You have time.”
“Time for wh- oh, you’re not.” Riella froze in place, optics widening fractionally. “You are not pulling some heroic last stand and sending me off to watch, Captain.”
“Heroic? Hardly.” Megatron offered a brief flash of a humorless smirk before turning serious again. “That was an order. I highly doubt they’ve picked up your signal yet, and they will not target you unless you are with me. You have time to leave – the ship will undoubtedly come for you. And as you’ve pointed out, time and again, the DJD is my creation, and therefore, my fight.”
She paused. Looked at the ground, then at the damaged, sparking shuttle, and then at the hills in the distance. He was right. This wasn’t her fight, this was a mess of his own making, and she had no need to interfere. She could leave and let Megatron handle his own chaos.
Or, she could take the jagged wires and potentially explosive fuel cells from the destroyed engines and do something really stupid.
Riella squared her shoulders, turned to face Megatron, and said quietly, “Sorry, Captain, that’s not an order I can follow.” She glanced up in the direction of the Peaceful Tyranny’s most likely approach, and took a moment to compose a ten-second long-range comm message, something that could piggyback on a distress beacon and be relayed back to one place in particular, before allowing both blades to eject.
“That was not optional, Riella.” Megatron’s tone hardened. “I still have a responsibility to keep my crew alive, and that includes you.”
“I know. But somehow, I really don’t think you’re going to get around to disciplinary action for this. I’m not going anywhere. You have a responsibility to the crew? The crew has the same responsibility to the captain.” She was already scanning the wreckage, spotting potential weapons, possibilities. “Yeah, maybe we can’t win this, but we can sure as hell take a few of them with us.”
And in the end, that was how she’d wanted to go out, wasn’t it? Taking down the enemy. Granted, this wasn’t the company she’d pictured, but she could deal with dying like this. There would be regrets – so many regrets – but would she rather die like this, or live knowing she’d walked away when she could have done something?
“Never thought I’d be saying this, Captain –“ She turned back to face him, optics narrowing, battle protocols already coming online as the silhouette of a ship flickered in the distance. “But it’s been an honor serving under you.”
