Disclaimer: I don't not own Star Trek or any of it's characters. Do you THINK I would be here If I did?! So I do not in any way shape or form own any of the plot or the characters. They belong to whoever owns 'em. I just took the general idea for a test jaunt. So, don't sue me...not that it would be beneficial, as I am a poor university student, yadda yadda yadda.
Authors Note #1: This story was inspired by the Star Trek Voyager episode: "Twisted", which was the twenty-second episode in the first season. I liked the idea of some outside force moving rooms and decks about like the 'Spatial distortion' did to Voyager in that episode. Is it just me or does anyone else realize the deliciously naughty possibilities that could result.
Authors Note #2: This is a tame Spock and McCoy slash boys and girls, so count yourselves as warned. Why Spock and McCoy you ask? Well, other then the fact that they are both undeniably delicious, it is simply this, no two people who argue that much, all the time, about virtually nothing cannot not have a love on for the other. Thats my reasoning anyway. Pah! Like anyone really needs an excuse to slash them together anyway!?
Please read and review. I am excited to see what you all think. I am open to comments, advice, and constructive criticism.
What A Hand Towel Can't Hide – 'Georgian Ingenuity'
"Just a few more meters Leonard old boy...just one more blasted corridor." He muttered tiredly, bleary eyes fixed on his tricorder's beeping read out as he carefully navigated around the shifting internal distortions. But all his care was for naught, and his foul mood only increased when he turned the corner a second too late and found himself in Science Lab four, over five decks away from his cabin.
"God dammit! I am a doctor, not a magician!" He cursed vehemently, startling a rather excitable looking Ensign from his pile of data pads, the scruffy-looking man giving him the classic 'deer in the headlights' stare as the perturbed doctor fixed him with an imposing look as he stalked out.
'I'm turning circles like a lab rat in a cage.' He thought irritably, digging the heels of his hands into his tired eyes before squaring his shoulders and starting back down the corridor. He was burnt out and he knew it. All he could think about was making to back to his quarters before he passed out in the middle of the corridor.
He had done the equivalent of four duty shifts in a row with hardly any staff. In fact, for an entire duty shift it had been only him and Nurse Chapel with his other nurses and technicians ominously missing. He had even been weary of taking a quick cat nap in his office, actually catching an odd hour or two on one of his own bio-beds after Christine had went inside collect some paper work and had gotten caught in a distortion wave. It had taken her over an hour to find her way back, leading him to figure it was probably safer to avoid doorways all together.
It wasn't until Doctor M'Benga breezed through the door of one of the labs and into the main Sick bay before he had even thought about clocking out. His appearance caused quite the stir indeed, even drawing an amused titter out of Christine as the dark-skinned doctor strolled up to them. The man seemed entirely unperturbed to find himself in Sick bay in only a short blue bathrobe, the length barely covering his lower thighs. However, he only grinned and pulled on a spare lab coat, commenting he only wished he had found himself there a few hours ago when he had been trying to get to Sick bay, instead of when he had been heading to his bathroom for a shower. Thinking back he rolled his eyes at the memory but he couldn't quite deny that he hadn't had a good, much needed laugh about it at the time either.
"Damn that pointy-eared pixie and his infernal curiosity." He muttered darkly, tentatively waving his tri-corder at an open Turbo lift in front of him before he gingering stepped inside, half expecting to be transported into space as the doors swished closed.
As if they could sense his mood on the wind crew members and officers alike gave him a wide berth as they passed, saving their questions as he stalked part, eyes glued to his tri-corder. After all, it really wasn't wise to annoy the same man that gives you your monthly physical.
But as focused as he was he couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering, leading him back to the events on the Bridge nearly two days earlier. He still couldn't shake it from his mind..the memory of the Vulcan's touch burned in his memory like a red-hot cattle brand, continuing to simmer in the back of his brain despite his best efforts to cast them away.
He hadn't even seen him move. One moment he had been hurtling through the air like a blue colored rocket, his eyes squeezed shut as he anticipated a rather painful crash landing. But then, in the next moment, he had found himself enveloped in mid-air, pulled into the likes of an embrace that he had never before experienced. It was as if he was molded into a new shape, becoming part of an entirely new whole.
They had hit the ground together, flesh again flesh, but with not one inch of the hard deck plating meeting with his skin, his benefactor taking the full brunt of the impact. Event before gravity bore them to the floor his senses provided him his first impression of his unknown rescuer. His senses sent signals to his brain faster then he could blink, compensating for his closed eyes, giving him the means to understand what he could not see.
Through the course fabric his fingers could feel the subtle curve of muscles, the steel-like cords belaying a quiet but powerful strength. The curving limbs that had wound together with his own told him the person was of a superior stature...And the ragged breathing at his ear almost gave away the gender as it held a distinctly masculine tilt.
It had taken him a moment to regain his senses, but when he had finally opened his eyes the word: 'surprise' suddenly seemed to be a less then accurate description for his complete and utter shock.
But before he had even collected himself enough to form a covering comment he was struck mute by the look in Spock's eyes. Reflecting in those dark eyes was a look he had never seen before. It lasted barely a few seconds before that damnable Vulcan control slid back into place, but not before he had seen it. It had been emotion...emotion! And strangely instead of crowing in triumph for finally succeeding in wringing a feeling out of his Vulcan nemesis, he found himself thinking about just how much he would give to simply see that look in his eyes again.
They had locked gazes, his heart rate suddenly soaring as he took in the man above him. He was leaning closely over him, his hot breath ghosting over his neck, raw emotion reflecting back at him, and a sharp thrill had thrusted through him when he realized that Spock had eyes for no one but him.
It had been heated, powerful...confusing and magnetizing, and though the feeling was only present in those eyes for a moment he had found himself unable to look away, struck spell bound by the sheer intensity of it.
He was brought rudely back to the present when he found himself forced to do a quick and surprisingly nimble back step to avoid colliding with Ensign Chekov as the young man barreled around the next corner. His presence brought the rather frazzled officer to an abrupt halt, his toes audibly digging into the carpet as he nearly slid to a stop in front of him. "Wheres the fire Ensign?" He demanded roughly, his temper getting the better of him as he thought about just how close he had come to becoming road kill.
"Ach! I am sorry sir! I vas trying to 'vind Lieutenant Uhura. 'Ve 'vere 'valking together and then, suddenly she 'vas gone!" He explained, snapping his fingers together to explain his point, his Russian accent thickening as his irritation increased. A distinct frown forming in place of his usual smile as he starred down as his tri-corder as if it had done him some sort of personal injustice.
Unable to maintain his perturbed expression he smiled back at the young ensigns expression. "Well unfortunately lad, I would say she is on the other side of the ship by now." He replied, double checking his own tri-corder to make sure a wave wasn't going to snatch them up as well.
The young Russian paused a moment before smiling back, his smile genuine as he bid the doctor farewell as he began down the corridor again. "I'd wish you luck if I didn't think it wouldn't be such a waste of breath!" He called over his shoulder with a small chuckle before continuing on his own way, his thoughts returning to his interrupted train of thought as easily as if he hadn't been interrupted at all.
His mind remembered being overwhelmed by the smell of the man, breathing in the Vulcan's exotic and spicy scent as he tried to regain his breath. And while he recognized it as the mans usual unique scent, this time there had been something different about it, something that sent a strange tingle down his spine and a heated trickle of molten liquid into his belly.
He shook his head as if attempting to rid himself of his treacherous thoughts. "Len old man, you have been working to hard...Your starting to hallucinate." He told himself firmly as he turned the final corner and entered his corridor, breathing an audible sigh of relief as he scanned for any distortions, finding no evidence of the previous disturbance.
When he finally made it to his quarters he grinned as he passed the device across the threshold, thanking whatever deity was responsible for leaving his door mercifully undisturbed. Smirking he clicked off the tri-corder. "Guess there is something to be said for good old fashioned Georgian ingenuity after all." He quipped, bouncing on the balls of his feet in his usual self-satisfied way as he punched in his security code.
But just before he disappeared into the comforting familiarity of his rooms he paused, casting a fleeting glance down the empty hall towards Spock's cabin, staring at it for a moment before, for reasons he couldn't quite define he flushed, abruptly turning back into his own room as his unsettled brain whirled. His memories returning unbidden to the moment of their heated embrace on the bridge, with the body of his Vulcan nemesis curled intimately around his own, his closeness making his head spin and jolts of electricity tingle down his spine..exciting his nerves to flame.
He almost banged his head on his door frame in frustration..."Aw hell..." He whispered, leaning his forehead against the cool metal of the bulkhead... "Aw hell.."