Hey! Thanks to the people that read S.O.S.! I loved your reviews very much and I'm really excited that so many people enjoyed my first attempt ever at humour! But now I'm going back to my comfort zone, the action/adventure genre.
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Silence.
Jim Kirk moaned and could only vaguely sense his surroundings. An acrid smell hung heavily in the air around him and lights were flashing inconsistently through his eyelids. He could feel his head throbbing with each heartbeat and he turned it to the side, wincing as the pain racked through his neck and spine. His arm was twisted underneath him awkwardly and he used his other hand to help ease his injured limb out from under him. He had experienced enough fractures to know that his arm was seriously damaged and he set it gently out in front of him. He had yet to open his eyes and he was afraid to; he didn't want to face the horror of watching his ship burn to ruins.
He opened them anyway and was aghast with what he saw. Sulu was draped upon his station, clearly unconscious and bleeding heavily. Chekov was on the floor, reeling towards Uhura who had been thrown forwards from the blast. She was conscious, only barely, but she wasn't moving and her shin bone was fractured and had broken through her skin.
Jim propped himself up with his good arm and tried to assess his surroundings further. A support beam had fallen from the ceiling and had trapped his right foot right above his ankle. He tried to tug his foot free but the shocking pain that shot up through his body was a clear indicator that it wasn't going to come out easily. He twisted himself around and looked up, searching for Spock for a brief moment. There was no sign of the Vulcan anywhere near his station that he could see, just other personnel both dead and alive occupying the space where his First Officer should have been. He watched one woman in particular, a woman he had been flirting with that morning, run across the bridge with her mouth forming words he could not hear over the din.
But there was no din. There was no noise.
It was at that exact moment that Jim realized he couldn't hear.
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Four hours earlier...
"Hello beautiful!" Jim Kirk crooned as he walked back into the mess hall with a bowl of cereal in his hands. He winked as a blonde ensign with a buxom chest walked by and she threw him a flirtatious smile before acknowledging him as Captain. She made quite a show as she walked away too, swinging her hips left and right so as to give Jim just another reason to love his life upon the Enterprise.
With a shit-eating grin plastered on his handsome face, Jim swaggered on over to a table that was currently occupied by Sulu, Uhura and Spock. He scooched in beside Sulu and started spooning the cereal into his mouth right away, not wanting to consume mushy Frosted Flakes.
"Good morning," Sulu yawned and simultaneously ladled a scoop of strawberry yogurt in his mouth. The initial effect was quite unpleasant to watch but the results were successful as none of the pink coloured cultured bacteria came flying out at Spock's disgusted (albeit well hidden) face.
"Good mornin' to yeh!" Scotty beamed, appearing out of nowhere. Uhura appeared slightly startled as he plopped down beside her, smelling of burnt wiring and stale scotch. Slathering his toast with a colossal slab of butter, he slapped his eggs, his bacon and his giant square sausage on top and shoved a good half of it in his mouth, "I gotta tell yah," he said with his mouth full of food, "This is like sweet heaven compared to them protein nibs. Who the hell thought of them damned things anyway? I cannae imagine what sort of moron would create such a stooooooopid thing!"
The rest of the table gaped at him blankly (except for Spock who was staring at him with carefully hidden repugnance due to the food flying out of his mouth) as he rambled on, laughing at his own impromptu jokes here and there. It was a normal, average morning for the crew of the Enterprise and all was well. The moral was high within the crew and Jim secretly took credit for the positive attitude change. Jim welcomed a laid-back manner around the ship and the crew treated him as thus; instead of salutes laced with worry, Jim welcomed a smile or a nod as acknowledgement. It made him feel like an old man when someone called him sir and frankly it insulted him a bit being compared to an old geezer like Pike. Of course he meant that in a completely respectful way but he certainly didn't want to grow up to be a stick-in-the-mud fuddy-duddy like him.
After their hasty breakfast, the mess hall emptied pretty quickly and everyone went to their stations without further delay. Chekov joined Sulu, Spock, Uhura and Jim in the turbolift as they made their way to the bridge for their ten hour shift. For days their time on the bridge had been quite uneventful and for once they all felt a little relieved. With the memories of Nero still fresh in their minds, empty space and friendly mindless banter on the bridge was enough excitement.
It was 0900 hours when Jim stepped onto the bridge of the Enterprise and immediately he felt the tingly sensation in the pit of his stomach that told him he was home. His black leather seat was almost glowing in the florescent lights that flooded the room and he immediately sat down and got himself comfy.
"Chekov, what's our current location?" the young captain said, crossing his legs casually. The even younger navigator tapped a few keys and spun around to face Jim.
"Ve are nearing Klingon space Captain. Should ve detour around and then maintain our course to Andoria?" Chekov asked, turning back to his station and tapping more buttons. His fingers were going warp speed before Jim could even reply.
"Yeah, let's detour just to be safe. I don't want to see any Klingons today. Sound logical to you Spock?" Jim spun his chair around and grinned at his First Officer, his tone dripping in sarcasm. Spock didn't even bother to look up at his Captain.
"That does indeed seem logical Captain." Spock replied, his tone satirical in the most sneaky and discreet way possible. Only those who spent enough time with him could pick up the faint traces of emotion within his voice and eyes and the crew on the bridge had certainly spent enough time around the stoic alien to understand his little quirks, especially since Jim pointed them out every time.
"Haaaaay Spock! Did I just hear some sarcasm in your voice?" Jim smirked widely, resting his chin on his hands while trying to look as cute as possible. Uhura took one glance at him and nearly threw up.
"Excuse me Captain but maybe you should spend less time heckling your First Officer and more time doing something productive," Uhura scoffed, flicking her hair with irritation.
"You're just jealous cause I can pick out his little quirks better than you can." Jim purred, winking at the exasperated communications officer. He blew her a kiss and then spun around to the front again before she could aim anymore of her wrath towards him.
The hours passed smoothly and light-heartedly as they made their way towards Andoria. The sickbay was dead (no pun intended) and so Bones moseyed on up to the bridge to heckle Jim about his outstanding vaccines. Bones had become especially precautious about giving vaccines to Jim since their last planet mission (hello ABBA virus?) and Jim constantly pestered him with questions and excuses, trying to distract the cantankerous doctor from the pending hypo of doom in his hand. Bones usually succeeded at getting the needle jabbed into his neck one way or another and simply rolled his eyes when Jim directed a stream of various obscenities at him. He glanced over at the nearly of age navigator and sighed; the poor kid would be as corrupted as sub-space gossip if this continued.
"Hey Jim," Bones said, checking Sulu's station as he started to leave, "It's 1200. Wanna grab a snack?"
Jim spun around and smiled at his First Officer sweetly and before he could even open his mouth, Spock intercepted him curtly.
"Yes Captain, I will take command of the ship. Enjoy your lunch." Jim swore that he saw a flicker of amusement in the Vulcan's eyes but before he could say a word, he was whisked off by the impatient doctor.
They made their way through the winding hallways to the mess hall and the two men sauntered over to get some grub. Jim fancied himself a peanut butter and banana sandwich (the best kind) while Bones snatched a ham and Swiss on rye. The picked a spot around the middle of the mess hall to eat, sat down and started eating their lunch. Jim was shovelling the delicious sandwich in his mouth when suddenly the ship violently jerked sideways, sending chairs and tables flying everywhere.
Then all hell broke loose.
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Love and fluff, Brontë