cosmic_llin | Trek Femslash Comment Ficathon

Welcome, one and all, to the Trek Femslash Comment Ficathon!

Rules and What-not:

1. Stories should be femslash. And about Star Trek characters. Crossovers are a-ok. Any length, any rating, any theme or style. Heck, if you're moved to a vid or icons or something, those are good too.
2. Prompts should be in the format PAIRING; PROMPT WORD(S)
3. Leave as many prompts as you like, fill as many as you like. There's no need to post a story if you post a prompt.
4. Feel free to write for prompts that already have fills - the more the merrier!
5. For fills, please note pairing, rating and any applicable warnings in the comment header.
6. Play nice; have fun!

Note: This ficathon is running permanently. Feel free to drop in any time to leave a prompt or answer one!

seven/torres; t (t+?); no warnings - by

sophia_gratia
Deanna Troi/Beverly Crusher, teen, no warnings I can think of - by

oparu
Kira Nerys / Jadzia Dax, G, warningless fluff - by

chesari
Number One/Christine Chapel, The Way You Make Me Feel - by

merisunshine36
Ro Laren/Tasha Yar, G, mentions of war - by

cosmic_llin
Lily Sloane/Nyota Uhura; G - by

cosmic_llin
Chapel/Uhura, PG - by

ubiquitousmixie
Seven/B'Elanna, M - by

cosmic_llin
Deanna Troi/Jadzia Dax, Teen, vague mentions of broken bones - by

oparu
kira/dax; m; warning: consensual bondage - by

sophia_gratia
Kira/Janeway, PG13, everything changes - by

ubiquitousmixie
Number One/Uhura (AOS), 'Professional' and Part 2 - by

merisunshine36
Kira/Dax - by

entropy233
Kira/B'Elanna - by

entropy233
Leah Brahms/B'Elanna Torres wallpaper - by

abydos_dork
Leah Brahms/B'Elanna Torres, G - by

cosmic_llin
Jadzia Dax/Grilka, wallpaper - by

abydos_dork
Leah Brahms/B'Elanna Torres, An Ever-Fixed Mark, T - by

abydos_dork
Beverly Crusher/Kate Pulaski, PG-13 - by

carawj
Crusher/Pulaski, PG - by

cosmic_llin

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Beverly Crusher/Kate Pulaski; before I go.

"They'll be sorry to see you go."

"They'll be glad to have you back, is what you mean."

Beverly glared over the rim of a mostly-empty synthale. "I know you think they didn't appreciate you, Katherine, but Jean-Luc... Well, he wouldn't have had you on his ship if he didn't respect you."

Kate smiled. "Thanks. I'm not saying I didn't make any friends here. It was just a, a struggle, sometimes. They all care about you very much."

"And I about them." Beverly toyed with her glass, and let her gaze wander around Ten Forward. "When I left, I thought... I guess I thought I wanted a change, but in the end, I missed this life too much."

"And this conversation is now altogether too serious for the number of drinks you've had." Kate grinned and signalled the bartender. "The same again for me, please, and a Cardassian Sunrise for the lady."

***

"And then Worf... and then Worf said," Kate took a deep breath in between giggles and made a passable imitation of the security chief's deep tones. "'I do not see why she used a hammock.'"

Beverly let out an enormous burst of laughter, and quickly smothered it with her fingers over her mouth as a nearby group of ensigns looked up in surprise.

Kate leaned in close and lowered her voice. "I think perhaps we should continue this somewhere that we're less likely to get court martialled for undermining fellow officers. I might be leaving in the morning, but you have to stay and work with these people."

Nodding and getting to her feet, Beverly tried to pretend that it wasn't taking her a little longer than it should to gather her thoughts and limbs.

Kate put a steadying hand on her arm. "My quarters? I've got a lovely, unopened bottle of Altairian brandy that's been begging for the right person to share it with."

"That sounds perfect."

The hand stayed where it was, and a little shiver ran up Beverly's spine.

***

With one of Kate's hands knotted in her hair, and the other snaking it's way down her hip, Beverly wondered if she would regret this in the morning.

She wondered what exactly she thought she was doing, behaving like a hormonal teenager, as Kate's lips moved to her throat, her neck, her collarbone, fluttered across her breast and back to claim her mouth again. She wondered at how she clutched Kate to her, whimpering her name, all nails on bare skin and tangled limbs.

And then Kate's fingers found their mark, and she stopped wondering anything at all.

Later on, in a haze of warmth and sweat and catching her breath, the thought crossed her mind that Deanna would probably approve.

***

A surprising number of the senior crew came see Dr Pulaski off the ship and when the official and unofficial, even fond, farewells had been made, and the Captain had been called back to the bridge on urgent business, it made sense that Dr Crusher would be the one to escort her on her way.

Beverly stepped forward from where she'd been leaning against a wall, watching the proceedings, a glint in her eye and the corners of her mouth twitchng.

“You don't have to say you told me so,” Kate retorted. “Maybe some of them thought a little more of me than I'd guessed.”

“So, do you think you'll see the Enterprise again?” Beverly asked her, as they reached the door to Transporter Room 2.

Kate grinned. “I can definitely think of a few reasons to come back.”

Aaah, this is gorgeous! Aaah! They are awesome together!

oh wow...this is SO brilliant. I'm sorry it took me so long to respond, and wow, wow, wow. I love snappy dialogue and you have that so beautifully. pretty hot too.

fabulous use of the prompt.

(OK, so,

carawj and I realised too late that we were both writing the same prompt... still, the more the merrier! :D)

Beverly Crusher rattled the drawers that held the surgical instruments. 'This is a mess,' she growled, half-aiming it at Nurse Ogawa.

Alyssa shrugged apologetically. 'Dr Pulaski says it's more efficient this way.'

'Dr Pulaski didn't design this sickbay!'

'Dr Pulaski also didn't disappear off to Starfleet Medical for the year, right in the middle of an efficiency review,' said Dr Pulaski, entering.

'So you decided to move everything around while my back was turned?'

'That's right.'

Beverly stopped rummaging in the drawers and straightened to hug her replacement. 'How have you been, Kate?'

Kate grinned. 'Just fine, once I got everything in proper order around here. Are you ready to go over the transfer report?'

Beverly nodded.

'It's going to be a long one,' Kate warned. 'I'll replicate us a drink, shall I?'

'Don't,' said Beverly, 'I've got a bottle of scotch in the office, I brought it back from Earth.'

'Oh, much better!' Kate agreed.

* * *

An hour later found them in the office, the bottle of scotch a quarter empty already. Beverly sat cross-legged on the desk, and Kate was in the chair with her feet propped up.

'I honestly don't believe your chicken soup cured the Tarellian plague,' Beverly said, with enough of a question in her voice to suggest she wasn't sure, really.

'What can I tell you?' Kate said. 'Turns out the combination of cysteine and piperine is deadly to the bacteria that cause the plague. It's not as though I'd lie on the official report.'

Her face was innocent. Beverly frowned.

* * *

An hour after that, they had moved to the floor, side-by-side with their backs against the wall – the desk and chair having been deemed too high and too wobbly respectively.

'There's an old Polish saying,' Kate said, gesturing emphatically with her glass so that the scotch slopped dangerously around the rim. 'A beautiful plate... gives the noisy cow... a slanted tree.'

Beverly rolled her eyes. 'And?'

'And that's why my filing system is better than yours,' Kate finished, triumphantly.

Beverly leaned across Kate to grab the bottle, wobbled, and fell across her lap before righting herself. 'Are the inertial dampeners malfunctioning?' she muttered.

'It's you that's malfunctioning,' Kate observed.

'I am not! I'm just... relaxed!'

'We don't have time to relax!' Kate remembered. 'We have to do the... the report – Beverly, where's the report?'

There was a pause while they searched for it. It had fallen under the desk.

'Where were we?' Beverly asked, squinting at the PADD.

'Damned if I know,' said Kate. 'Another drink?'

'Sure,' Beverly handed over her glass, and Kate poured them each a generous measure.

'To the Enterprise,' said Kate, raising her glass.

Beverly nodded. 'To the Enterprise. And Sickbay.'

And Starfleet Medical!'

'And the medical staff!'

'To adventure!'

'To the Chief Medical Officer,' Beverly said.

'To the Chief Medical Officer,' Kate solemnly agreed, and they both downed their drinks.

snarky Alyssa is always a win, as is drunk Beverly. I love the laid back relationship you've constructed between the two of them. very very fun. :)

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it! And I'd like to write Alyssa more... hmm...

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