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seren_ccdTitle: It’s all about the jazz, man, Part Two
Fandom: Star Trek 2009/The A-Team (film)
Ship: Christine Chapel/Face, Kirk/McCoy, Christine’s Grandmother/?
Word Count: 4928
Rating: PG-13 and moving into R territory.
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
A/N: I still have no shame. And also no life, apparently. My husband keeps snickering at me because this fic is making me hyper.
In case you missed it the first time, I thought it might be fun for Christine to meet Face from The A-Team, because Bradley Cooper is hot and Christine deserves a good night out. And apparently, Helen Mirren is going to be in This Film being a BAMF and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aj mentioned she could be Christine Chapel’s grandmother. I then said why not bring Liam Neeson into it? This is the one that started this hot mess: I love it when a plan, oh you know the rest
Summary: Victoria Chapel is willing to do anything to help her granddaughter. Including hiring these guys.
Part One
“So, what’s our timeline?” Face asked Hannibal trying to ease the man down after his latest conversation with Mrs. Chapel. The younger man had never seen the colonel quite this, ah, invested in a woman before and it seemed the feeling was mutual in said lady.
“Well, Rome wasn’t built in a day,” Hannibal said looking over the plan. “So, I’d like to think they know you can’t just pull a brand new vaccine out of a hat. However, these kinds of guys are prone to be jumpy bastards. I’d like to good for go in four days time.”
“Four days?” BA said. “That’s cutting it close, Hannibal.”
“Four days,” Face said rubbing at his jaw, but nodding. “We can do four days. Murdock, get us over to Vinnie’s station. We can get most of this stuff there. He owes me a favor or five.”
“May I?” Victoria asked. Face moved aside and displayed the schematics to her. “Hmmm, this...seems remarkably simple. Are you sure it will work?”
“People have got to eat,” Hannibal said.
“It’s been done before.”
“That’s what makes it a classic.”
“You’re going to need to modify your ship.”
“Already on it.”
“You’ve truly thought of everything, haven’t you?”
“Why else would you have hired me?”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve got other talents in addition to planning.”
“Are you now?”
“Anyone else getting dizzy?” Murdock whispered. “‘Cause I’m getting dizzy, y’all.”
Face was going over the layout of the pirates’ ship while BA finished soldering a section of one of the key parts of the plan. He looked over when Face made a sound that sounded a great deal like a sigh and caught the other man frowning and rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Hey, man, you cool?” he asked.
“What? Me? Yeah, yeah, I’m cool,” Face said dropping his hand and smiling a bit madly. “Frosty, even.”
BA chuckled. “Damn, this one got to you, didn’t she?”
“What? No! ‘Course not.” He leaned back over the plans, one hand flat on the table, the other was tapping out a manic rhythm with his fingers. BA waited patiently.
Finally, Face said, “She was just so-- calm, you know. Didn’t really bat an eye and for a second I honestly thought she was going to deck me. And turns out she’s frickin’ brilliant, which I knew, because, I mean, you can just tell by looking in those eyes of hers and wow. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. This one got to me.”
BA grinned and slapped a hand on Face’s shoulder who just banged his head on the table.
It was the night before they were due to deploy, and Victoria reviewed the plan one more time. She was immensely satisfied with the way in which the details were coming together and had spent the last three days being busy and getting her hands dirty. So to speak. The ship was currently quiet, the others occupied with their own tasks and preparations.
The silence only served to stir up the worry she had been pushing to the back of her mind. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes.
Hold on, Christine. One more day, I promise, she thought.
The rich smell of coffee invaded her thoughts. She lowered her hands and stared blankly at the mug of coffee sitting in front of her. Victoria looked up into the still face of Hannibal Smith.
“You know, for a man of higher than average height, you’re a silent fellow,” she said taking the mug and wrapping her hands around it.
“So I’ve been told,” Hannibal said. He gestured to the seat across from her. “May I?”
“Of course.” She took a sip. It was strong and hot, with one sugar and no milk, exactly how she took it.
“How’re you holding up?” he asked,
“Feeling some slight trepidation,” she admitted. “But, overall, rather optimistic.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said with a small smile playing at his lips. “And something tells me this is not the most dangerous expedition you’ve been on.”
Victoria simply sipped her coffee, a serene expression on her face. Hannibal chuckled. “I do like a woman of mystery. Tell me, how many back-up plans have you made?”
“As my late husband would say, ‘Make sure your first plan is infallible, then you don’t need a back-up plan.’”
“Sounds like a wise man, your husband.”
“Oh, he was,” she said with a glint in her eyes. “Until I caught him in bed with his personal assistant. She was particularly adept at transcription. Or so I heard.”
“I hope you had him tarred and feathered,” Hannibal said.
“Oh, I did one better,” she said allowing a smile to emerge, “I became his superior.”
Hannibal threw his head back and laughed. “Good for you. I suppose the best revenge is the one served cold.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes and Victoria began to once again feel the weight of Christine’s fate on her shoulders.
“Those are some deep thoughts, you’re thinking,” Hannibal said quietly.
“Not deep as much as troubling.” She sighed.
“You should get some sleep, Victoria,” he said. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
“Of course, you’re right,” she said standing. “Thank you for the coffee.”
As she made her way around the table and past Hannibal, his hand shot out and grabbed hers. She looked at him in surprise, but his hold was gentle.
He held her gaze. “We will be getting Christine back, Victoria. I promise.” Hannibal pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand and another on the pulse racing in her wrist.
Then he let her go.
Christine was used to the sounds of clanking and shouting on board the Graden, but she was also used to a fair amount of uninterrupted work time. So, when the door to her makeshift lab slid open and two of the pirate crew rushed in and glared at her, she felt more than a little alarmed.
“No, she’s still here,” one of them men said into his comm unit.
“Stay with her!” was the order shouted back.
The two men stood at attention just inside the door and stared at Christine. She had learned pretty quickly not to speak unless she was spoken to, so she just stared back, her teeth grinding together and her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into grooves already made in the flesh.
A figure in black including a black mask appeared in the doorway behind the men. He took one of them out with a stunner and grappled for a few minutes with the second guy, finally taking him out with a right hook to the jaw.
When the man faced her and Christine saw the blue eyes behind the mask, she let out a relieved laugh and asked, “What took you so long?”
Face removed his mask and grinned. “Are you kidding? Do you know how hard it is to find a parking space around here?”
They just looked at one another for a moment, their smiles fading, until Face finally said, “Fuck it.”
In two long strides he was in front of her, his hands cupping her face and kissing her fiercely. She gripped his wrists and kissed him back.
He pulled back and Christine chuckled weakly. “It’s occurring to me to ask just what you’re doing here?”
“Let’s just say that you have the best grandmother in the universe,” he said. He frowned when he saw a bruise on her jaw and his fingers brushed over it.
“It’s fine,” she said firmly.
Face nodded and said, “Let’s get you out of here. BA’s got them distracted with Murdock’s horse and Hannibal’s dealing with the captain.”
“I’m not even going to ask,” Christine said. She pulled away and went to the computer on the counter. “But first, I’ve got to get rid of all this.”
She tapped on the screen and pulled up a file. Face looked over her shoulder and his eyes widened. “What is that?”
“Just your average deletion program,” Christine said. “One of my friends back on the Enterprise showed me one how to create one. And while this is hardly up to Gaila’s standards, it should wipe everything to do with the vaccine and the virus from their system.”
“That’s good thinking,” Face said going over to check the hallway. “When did you create it?”
“The day they put me in here and told me to get to work,” she said.
Face studied her profile, noticed the circles under her eyes, and how thin she was. “You knew someone was going to come for you, didn’t you?”
Christine smiled sadly. “No. No, I didn’t know.” She poised a finger over the button to activate the program, then said, “But, I hoped.”
She pressed the button.
Several minutes, after Christine had persuaded him to hand over a phaser, they were running down the hallway leading to the main docking bay.
“Out of curiosity,” Christine said as they dodged a barrage of phaser fire and taking shelter behind a large crate, “why did you mention my grandmother? What does she have to do with this?”
“Ask her yourself,” Face said with a grin. He jerked his head to the left. Christine’s jaw dropped when she saw her gran next to Hannibal Smith shooting with startling accuracy.
“Holy crap!” Christine said. “‘Oh, honey, I’m just an ambassador’, my ass!”
Face laughed and took out one of the guys firing on them. The coast more or less clear, he grabbed Christine’s arm and pulled her towards their ship just entering the bay, it’s main cargo doors already open.
BA burst through the wall opposite in a large metal structure that reminded Christine greatly of... Yes, it was definitely a horse.
She let Face pull her along and swing her up into their ship. Christine headed inside and watched as Hannibal did the same to her grandmother.
“Get in and buckle up, y’all!” a voice yelled over the loudspeaker.
Face pushed her further inside and into a seat. Christine strapped herself in and noticed her gran do the same on the other side of the ship. Their eyes met and her gran smiled at her. Christine felt her lip tremble and her eyes burned with the tears she’d refused to shed since her ordeal had begun.
“Murdock, get us out of here!” Hannibal shouted.
“Aye, sir!”
The ship lurched and spun smoothly away from the pirates’ ship that appeared to be experiencing issues with their engines. Once they were at a safe distance, Murdock sent them into hyperspace.
The second his voice came back on over the intercom giving the all clear, Christine was out of her seat and being hugged tightly by her grandmother.
“You have got so much explaining to do,” Christine said tearfully into the other woman’s shoulder.
“I know, dearest,” Victoria said. “One of these days, I promise.”
Christine tightened her hold and squeezed her eyes shut. They stood in the middle of the room simply holding onto each other. Hannibal and Face looked at each other and then away. BA smiled to himself as he put away their weapons. The men slowly exited the room leaving the ladies alone.
Victoria pulled away first and examined Christine intently. She pursed her lips at the sight the bruise on her cheek.
“It’s fine,”Christine said again. “It’s not that bad.”
“Did they hurt you? In any other way?” Victoria asked.
Christine shook her head. “No, they didn’t.”
“Christine Marie,” her grandmother said in a warning.
“I promise, they didn’t do anything other than a few hard grabs and this. There were--” Christine swallowed and blinked furiously, “insinuations. But nothing was acted upon.”
Victoria nodded and gently pressed her hand to Christine’s cheek. The last few weeks came crashing down on her and she was surprised to feel tears sliding down her face. She let out a gasp as she wiped at her face.
“I really hoped you’d come,” she said. Then the tears came in earnest and Victoria just held her.
Later, as they ate Murdock’s infamous grilled chicken with his secret sauce, they explained how they had simply docked and off-loaded cargo onto the Graden.
“I can’t believe they actually fell for the old Trojan Horse ploy,” Victoria said.
“Sometimes the old tricks are the best ones,” Hannibal said.
“I just can’t thank you enough,” Christine said. She looked at each of the men at the table. “Thank you.”
Murdock tipped his hat and Hannibal grinned. “It was a pleasure, Miss Chapel.”
Face didn’t say anything when Christine looked at him, just held her gaze, a furrow appearing on his forehead.
“I must echo Christine’s gratitude,” Victoria said. “I know it was unorthodox at the very least to allow me to join you--”
“Allow?” Hannibal said with quirk of his lips. “I was under the impression we had no choice?”
“One always has a choice, colonel,” Victoria said dabbing at her lips with her napkin. “It’s simply a matter of making the correct one.”
“Well, as I said to your granddaughter,” he said giving Victoria a wink, “It was a pleasure.”
The other men at the table groaned and muttered, Christine just raised her eyebrows and gave her gran an appraising look.
“Lieutenant, you don’t know how good it is to hear from you,” Captain Kirk said unable to keep the smile off his face. Christine could see Uhura in the background grinning from ear to ear.
“It’s very good to be heard, sir,” Christine said. “I’m afraid I’m unable to give you my comm unit details, the people who assisted me are insisting on total anonymity.”
“I think I understand,” Kirk said. “Where would you like to rendezvous? I have a feeling Starfleet is going to have some questions. Especially considering they managed to capture the pirates who abducted you thanks to a tracking device left on their ship that alerted them as soon as they entered the Beta quadrant.”
Christine looked up over the comm unit and caught her grandmother’s eye who was looking far too innocent, while Hannibal just lit his cigar and the rest of the team just grinned. “Yes, well,” Christine said. “I’ll attempt to have some answers. As for a rendezvous point-”
”God damn it, Chapel! When the hell are you getting back here?” McCoy yelled as he joined the bridge. “Do you have any idea what kind of chaos you’ve left here?”
Christine felt her eyes water at the sound of her CMO’s voice and she laughed. “Please tell me sickbay is still in one piece and you haven’t completely alienated my staff?”
“Well, not completely,” McCoy said. “Now, when are you getting back?”
“As I was saying,” Christine continued, “I will be dropped off somewhere in the Gamma quadrant in a few days time and I’ll comm you as soon as I’m on land. You can beam me up from there.”
“That is rather vague, lieutenant,” Commander Spock said.
“I’m afraid that’s how it is,” Christine said simply.
“Agreed,” Kirk said. He dropped the smile. “Lieutenant, you have to know--”
“It’s okay, captain,” she said. “I understand. We can debrief in full when I see you.”
“Understood. Tell your grandmother I said ‘hello’,” he said with a grin.
“Take care of yourself, Chapel,” McCoy said, “and for god’s sake, eat something. Doctor’s orders. You look like a refugee.”
Christine rolled her eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“We’ll see you soon,” Kirk said. “Enterprise out.”
The comm screen went blank and Christine slumped a little in her seat. “They weren’t going to be allowed to come for me, were they?” she asked no one in particular.
No one had an answer for her.
It was the middle of the night (Christine thought) and sleep was not coming. She had taken elaborate advantage of the sonic shower and had blessed her grandmother for bringing her fresh clothes to wear. She’d shoved the ill-fitting clothes the pirates’ had given her into the disposal system, wishing she had access to a fire, but feeling some satisfaction in knowing they were destroyed. Dressed in a camisole and some drawstring shorts, Christine felt clean for the first time in ages.
She turned on her side on the single bed in the room Murdock had shown to her earlier. It was small and efficient and the bed was comfortable, but Christine couldn’t shake the feeling that any moment she’d wake up and be in that cell with the cold, gray wall and hard, damp floor. She shivered.
Christine threw off the covers and left her room. She wandered down the hall, trying to remember who was in which room. She peeked into the kitchen and saw her grandmother seated at the table playing cards with Hannibal. At least, Christine assumed they were playing cards, it looked like they were spending more time staring at each other than at the cards.
She walked past quietly and came to the last door on the left and tapped the chime. The door slid open immediately and Face was standing in the doorway. He had on a pair of loose fitting trousers and was bare-chested.
He stared at her and didn’t say a word. Christine opened her mouth to say something, but words fled from her. He reached out a hand and for the second time that day, touched the bruise on her face. His finger traced a path over the curve of her jaw and down to where her pulse beat in her throat. He held his finger over her jumping pulse and closed his eyes. Something seemed to loosen inside him, because he quickly opened his eyes and reached down to take her hand.
As the doors slid shut behind her, Face led her into the room. Christine let go of his hand long enough to crawl into his bed and lay on her side facing the wall. Face curled up behind her, his arm coming to wrap around her waist. Their hands connected again.
His bed smelled clean and like he did. And it was so warm. Christine burrowed under the covers and pressed herself against as much of him as she could.
“It was so very cold on that ship,” she whispered.
Face pressed a kiss to the back of her head and tightened his hold on her.
Hannibal glanced once in the direction of Face’s room and then turned his attention back to the card game.
“They’re adults, Hannibal,” Victoria said moving her cards around.
“He’s a federal fugitive and she’s a shining example of Starfleet’s finest.”
“She’s also a grown woman capable of making up her own mind, as is he.”
“I have days in which I doubt that last part,” Hannibal muttered.
“Stop being such a grump,” Victoria said, “let them be and allow me to beat you savagely at cards.”
She showed her hand and Hannibal shook his head. “Very nice. But, you forgot who you were playing with.”
He showed his own cards and it was clearly the winning hand. Victoria’s eyes narrowed and he grinned around his cigar.
“I don’t suppose you would consider getting rid of that thing?” she asked eyeing the cigar.
“It’s possible I could be persuaded to put it out.”
Victoria got up from her chair, walked around the table and sat on the edge next to him. She took the cigar from his mouth and laid it on the table.
She leaned in and as her lips hovered just above his, she said, “Consider yourself persuaded.”
Christine woke up to the feel of a warm hand on her stomach and her legs entwined with someone else. She smiled when she realised Face had somehow gotten his hand underneath her shirt.
She shifted her body and stopped when she felt him hard against her. He pressed his hand to her stomach and his index finger caressed her skin. Christine shivered and the movement of his finger stopped as he woke fully.
“Sorry,” he murmured into her hair. He started to pull his hand away when Christine grabbed it. He held still.
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Face propped himself up on his arm and studied her. She covered his hand with hers and pulled it up over her stomach, up her ribs to rest on her breast. His eyes were serious and his hand shook slightly from where it rested on her skin.
“Are you sure?” he asked pressing his forehead to hers. “Honey, are you--”
“I can still feel the cold,” she said. “I’m so tired of being cold. I want this. I want you--”
The word had barely escaped her lips before his mouth crashed down onto hers. Frantically twisting in the the sheets, Christine turned to face him. His hands roamed over her body, skimming up her sides and removing her camisole. Then his mouth was on her breasts and she dug her hands into his hair.
He rolled her to her back and she pushed his trousers off his hips and smoothed her hands over his waist and down. She smiled at the feel of him so warm on top of her. He caught sight of her smile and smiled back, dragging himself away from her chest to kiss her. The kiss quickly became wild. Face trailed his mouth down the column of her throat, nipping at her flesh, kissing between her breasts, her stomach all the way to the waistband of her shorts which were quickly removed.
She pulled him back up to her mouth and then he was sliding inside her and he was warm, so incredibly warm inside her and it felt so good and she lost her breath, but why would she want to breathe when it felt so good to be this warm and this tightly held and she was going to fly apart and the warmth was turning into heat and it was scorching her from the inside out and nothing was going to remain of the woman who’d been taken and it. felt. so. good.
“Hey, BA?”
“What?”
“Do you ever get the feeling we’re gettin’ left out?”
“Shut up, fool. I’m sleepin’ here.”
“So, my grandmother actually hired you guys?”
“Mmmhmm,” Face said his hand trailing up the length of Christine’s spine and back down. “I have got to say, she is one heck of a lady.”
“I know,” Christine said rubbing her cheek on his chest and drawing her leg up a little to capture more of his body heat. “I always loved spending summers with her when I was a kid. She’s the one who really supported me when I told everyone I was enlisting in Starfleet.”
“I can see where you get a lot of your more powerful traits from,” he said. She poked him in the side and he laughed and grabbed at her finger. “Hey! Watch it. This is prime post-coital glow, here. Don’t mess with it.”
Christine laughed and walked her fingers over his chest. She paused at an area just left of the center of his chest and pressed a kiss on the spot. He looked amused and raised a questioning brow. “That’s your aorta,” she explained.
“Oh, that’s right, you’re a nurse,” he said making a face. “So just why does a nurse also happen to have a couple of doctorates?”
“Well, technically, I’ve only got the one. I’m in the middle of the other one,” Christine said. “I like being a nurse. And it actually gives me more time for my research.” She shrugged. “Len can be the doctor, I’m happy in the background.”
“Len?”
“The Enterprise’s CMO.”
“Un hunh. A friend?”
“Yep.”
“More than a friend?”
“Once upon a very long time ago. Now, he’s the captain’s special friend.”
“How long ago?”
“Academy-era. Why? Jealous?”
“Exceedingly, actually.”
Christine didn’t bother to hide her smile, but she changed the subject and asked, “So, what the heck is going on with Gran and that colonel of yours?”
“I have no idea,” Face said. “She hasn’t talked to you about it?”
“No. Awhile back we created something of a non-disclosure agreement in regards to such things,” she said.
“That is a very good move,” Face said. He turned towards her slightly and slid his hands down to her waist. “Wanna see another good move?”
He pulled her on top of him quickly, her hair falling in a curtain over her shoulder.
“Oooh, that was a good move,” Christine said grinning. “Betcha I can do a better one.”
She let her knees fall to either side of him and rocked her hips. He groaned. “Oh, yeah. That’s pretty good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Want me to do it again?”
“Oh, yes, please.”
The next few days as they travelled to the rendezvous point fell into a nice pattern. Christine’s mornings were spent with her grandmother, while the team did prep work for an upcoming job. Lunch was usually quiet and Christine was able to document her time on the Graden organizing her thoughts in preparation for the questions that no doubt awaited her. Dinner was often a big affair as Murdock had taken McCoy’s words to heart and his sole objective was to fatten Christine up. Not that she minded. They’d play cards, or discuss strategy and tactics.
Her nights were spent with Face as he made it his mission in life to erase every moment she’d spent on that ship with his hands and his mouth.
Following one particularly energetic interlude, Face turned his head towards her on the pillow and said, “Hey, I, uh, I like you.”
Christine immediately turned to look at him. She smiled brightly and put her hand on his face. “I like you, too.”
He grinned at her and kissed her deeply, which led to an intense make-out session, which led to his mouth on her, which led to a most enjoyable orgasm.
They reached the rendezvous point without incident and Christine found herself armed with the knowledge that she was really going to miss these men.
At the hangar on one of the emptier outposts, she said her good-byes.
“If you ever feel the urge to reconsider your career options,” Hannibal said. “You let us know.”
“I’ll do that,” Christine said with a grin. “And if you ever need a nurse or a character witness, you give me a call.”
“Will do, Lieutenant Chapel,” he said with a wink.
She said good-bye to BA and hugged Murdock, but as she came to stand in front of Face, she once again, found herself without words.
He just shook his head and pulled her into his arms. She breathed him in and memorized the way his warmth seeped into her bones. They broke apart and she kissed him on the cheek, then briskly walked away.
Christine joined her grandmother standing at the entrance to the hangar.
“You’re staying with them, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Just catching a lift to the next quadrant,” Victoria said. “They’re a nice bunch of boys.”
“You’re also going to try to get their charges dropped?”
“Of course.”
Christine laughed. “Of course, she says. I do love you, gran.”
“Oh, my dear,” Victoria said turning to her. “I love you, too.”
The two women hugged each other tightly. “Thank you,” Christine whispered.
“You’re so very welcome,” Victoria said. “Now, get back to that ship of yours before Leonard runs the whole lot off. And take young James up on any reparations he wishes to make.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
They pulled apart, and with a parting squeeze of their hands, Christine walked away from the hangar towards a transport into town.
As she sat in the transport craft, she saw their ship take off into the atmosphere. Christine sighed and settled into her seat.
A bright chiming sound coming from her pocket made her sit up straight. Frowning, she pulled out an small comm unit. A comm unit that was most definitely not hers. The message icon was blinking. She tapped on the inbox.
The message that popped into view was short and sweet:
Just in case. -F
Christine shook her head and smiled as she said softly, “Son of a bitch.”
Fandom: Star Trek 2009/The A-Team (film)
Ship: Christine Chapel/Face, Kirk/McCoy, Christine’s Grandmother/?
Word Count: 4928
Rating: PG-13 and moving into R territory.
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
A/N: I still have no shame. And also no life, apparently. My husband keeps snickering at me because this fic is making me hyper.
In case you missed it the first time, I thought it might be fun for Christine to meet Face from The A-Team, because Bradley Cooper is hot and Christine deserves a good night out. And apparently, Helen Mirren is going to be in This Film being a BAMF and
aj mentioned she could be Christine Chapel’s grandmother. I then said why not bring Liam Neeson into it? This is the one that started this hot mess: I love it when a plan, oh you know the restSummary: Victoria Chapel is willing to do anything to help her granddaughter. Including hiring these guys.
Part One
“So, what’s our timeline?” Face asked Hannibal trying to ease the man down after his latest conversation with Mrs. Chapel. The younger man had never seen the colonel quite this, ah, invested in a woman before and it seemed the feeling was mutual in said lady.
“Well, Rome wasn’t built in a day,” Hannibal said looking over the plan. “So, I’d like to think they know you can’t just pull a brand new vaccine out of a hat. However, these kinds of guys are prone to be jumpy bastards. I’d like to good for go in four days time.”
“Four days?” BA said. “That’s cutting it close, Hannibal.”
“Four days,” Face said rubbing at his jaw, but nodding. “We can do four days. Murdock, get us over to Vinnie’s station. We can get most of this stuff there. He owes me a favor or five.”
“May I?” Victoria asked. Face moved aside and displayed the schematics to her. “Hmmm, this...seems remarkably simple. Are you sure it will work?”
“People have got to eat,” Hannibal said.
“It’s been done before.”
“That’s what makes it a classic.”
“You’re going to need to modify your ship.”
“Already on it.”
“You’ve truly thought of everything, haven’t you?”
“Why else would you have hired me?”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve got other talents in addition to planning.”
“Are you now?”
“Anyone else getting dizzy?” Murdock whispered. “‘Cause I’m getting dizzy, y’all.”
Face was going over the layout of the pirates’ ship while BA finished soldering a section of one of the key parts of the plan. He looked over when Face made a sound that sounded a great deal like a sigh and caught the other man frowning and rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Hey, man, you cool?” he asked.
“What? Me? Yeah, yeah, I’m cool,” Face said dropping his hand and smiling a bit madly. “Frosty, even.”
BA chuckled. “Damn, this one got to you, didn’t she?”
“What? No! ‘Course not.” He leaned back over the plans, one hand flat on the table, the other was tapping out a manic rhythm with his fingers. BA waited patiently.
Finally, Face said, “She was just so-- calm, you know. Didn’t really bat an eye and for a second I honestly thought she was going to deck me. And turns out she’s frickin’ brilliant, which I knew, because, I mean, you can just tell by looking in those eyes of hers and wow. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. This one got to me.”
BA grinned and slapped a hand on Face’s shoulder who just banged his head on the table.
It was the night before they were due to deploy, and Victoria reviewed the plan one more time. She was immensely satisfied with the way in which the details were coming together and had spent the last three days being busy and getting her hands dirty. So to speak. The ship was currently quiet, the others occupied with their own tasks and preparations.
The silence only served to stir up the worry she had been pushing to the back of her mind. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes.
Hold on, Christine. One more day, I promise, she thought.
The rich smell of coffee invaded her thoughts. She lowered her hands and stared blankly at the mug of coffee sitting in front of her. Victoria looked up into the still face of Hannibal Smith.
“You know, for a man of higher than average height, you’re a silent fellow,” she said taking the mug and wrapping her hands around it.
“So I’ve been told,” Hannibal said. He gestured to the seat across from her. “May I?”
“Of course.” She took a sip. It was strong and hot, with one sugar and no milk, exactly how she took it.
“How’re you holding up?” he asked,
“Feeling some slight trepidation,” she admitted. “But, overall, rather optimistic.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said with a small smile playing at his lips. “And something tells me this is not the most dangerous expedition you’ve been on.”
Victoria simply sipped her coffee, a serene expression on her face. Hannibal chuckled. “I do like a woman of mystery. Tell me, how many back-up plans have you made?”
“As my late husband would say, ‘Make sure your first plan is infallible, then you don’t need a back-up plan.’”
“Sounds like a wise man, your husband.”
“Oh, he was,” she said with a glint in her eyes. “Until I caught him in bed with his personal assistant. She was particularly adept at transcription. Or so I heard.”
“I hope you had him tarred and feathered,” Hannibal said.
“Oh, I did one better,” she said allowing a smile to emerge, “I became his superior.”
Hannibal threw his head back and laughed. “Good for you. I suppose the best revenge is the one served cold.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes and Victoria began to once again feel the weight of Christine’s fate on her shoulders.
“Those are some deep thoughts, you’re thinking,” Hannibal said quietly.
“Not deep as much as troubling.” She sighed.
“You should get some sleep, Victoria,” he said. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
“Of course, you’re right,” she said standing. “Thank you for the coffee.”
As she made her way around the table and past Hannibal, his hand shot out and grabbed hers. She looked at him in surprise, but his hold was gentle.
He held her gaze. “We will be getting Christine back, Victoria. I promise.” Hannibal pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand and another on the pulse racing in her wrist.
Then he let her go.
Christine was used to the sounds of clanking and shouting on board the Graden, but she was also used to a fair amount of uninterrupted work time. So, when the door to her makeshift lab slid open and two of the pirate crew rushed in and glared at her, she felt more than a little alarmed.
“No, she’s still here,” one of them men said into his comm unit.
“Stay with her!” was the order shouted back.
The two men stood at attention just inside the door and stared at Christine. She had learned pretty quickly not to speak unless she was spoken to, so she just stared back, her teeth grinding together and her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into grooves already made in the flesh.
A figure in black including a black mask appeared in the doorway behind the men. He took one of them out with a stunner and grappled for a few minutes with the second guy, finally taking him out with a right hook to the jaw.
When the man faced her and Christine saw the blue eyes behind the mask, she let out a relieved laugh and asked, “What took you so long?”
Face removed his mask and grinned. “Are you kidding? Do you know how hard it is to find a parking space around here?”
They just looked at one another for a moment, their smiles fading, until Face finally said, “Fuck it.”
In two long strides he was in front of her, his hands cupping her face and kissing her fiercely. She gripped his wrists and kissed him back.
He pulled back and Christine chuckled weakly. “It’s occurring to me to ask just what you’re doing here?”
“Let’s just say that you have the best grandmother in the universe,” he said. He frowned when he saw a bruise on her jaw and his fingers brushed over it.
“It’s fine,” she said firmly.
Face nodded and said, “Let’s get you out of here. BA’s got them distracted with Murdock’s horse and Hannibal’s dealing with the captain.”
“I’m not even going to ask,” Christine said. She pulled away and went to the computer on the counter. “But first, I’ve got to get rid of all this.”
She tapped on the screen and pulled up a file. Face looked over her shoulder and his eyes widened. “What is that?”
“Just your average deletion program,” Christine said. “One of my friends back on the Enterprise showed me one how to create one. And while this is hardly up to Gaila’s standards, it should wipe everything to do with the vaccine and the virus from their system.”
“That’s good thinking,” Face said going over to check the hallway. “When did you create it?”
“The day they put me in here and told me to get to work,” she said.
Face studied her profile, noticed the circles under her eyes, and how thin she was. “You knew someone was going to come for you, didn’t you?”
Christine smiled sadly. “No. No, I didn’t know.” She poised a finger over the button to activate the program, then said, “But, I hoped.”
She pressed the button.
Several minutes, after Christine had persuaded him to hand over a phaser, they were running down the hallway leading to the main docking bay.
“Out of curiosity,” Christine said as they dodged a barrage of phaser fire and taking shelter behind a large crate, “why did you mention my grandmother? What does she have to do with this?”
“Ask her yourself,” Face said with a grin. He jerked his head to the left. Christine’s jaw dropped when she saw her gran next to Hannibal Smith shooting with startling accuracy.
“Holy crap!” Christine said. “‘Oh, honey, I’m just an ambassador’, my ass!”
Face laughed and took out one of the guys firing on them. The coast more or less clear, he grabbed Christine’s arm and pulled her towards their ship just entering the bay, it’s main cargo doors already open.
BA burst through the wall opposite in a large metal structure that reminded Christine greatly of... Yes, it was definitely a horse.
She let Face pull her along and swing her up into their ship. Christine headed inside and watched as Hannibal did the same to her grandmother.
“Get in and buckle up, y’all!” a voice yelled over the loudspeaker.
Face pushed her further inside and into a seat. Christine strapped herself in and noticed her gran do the same on the other side of the ship. Their eyes met and her gran smiled at her. Christine felt her lip tremble and her eyes burned with the tears she’d refused to shed since her ordeal had begun.
“Murdock, get us out of here!” Hannibal shouted.
“Aye, sir!”
The ship lurched and spun smoothly away from the pirates’ ship that appeared to be experiencing issues with their engines. Once they were at a safe distance, Murdock sent them into hyperspace.
The second his voice came back on over the intercom giving the all clear, Christine was out of her seat and being hugged tightly by her grandmother.
“You have got so much explaining to do,” Christine said tearfully into the other woman’s shoulder.
“I know, dearest,” Victoria said. “One of these days, I promise.”
Christine tightened her hold and squeezed her eyes shut. They stood in the middle of the room simply holding onto each other. Hannibal and Face looked at each other and then away. BA smiled to himself as he put away their weapons. The men slowly exited the room leaving the ladies alone.
Victoria pulled away first and examined Christine intently. She pursed her lips at the sight the bruise on her cheek.
“It’s fine,”Christine said again. “It’s not that bad.”
“Did they hurt you? In any other way?” Victoria asked.
Christine shook her head. “No, they didn’t.”
“Christine Marie,” her grandmother said in a warning.
“I promise, they didn’t do anything other than a few hard grabs and this. There were--” Christine swallowed and blinked furiously, “insinuations. But nothing was acted upon.”
Victoria nodded and gently pressed her hand to Christine’s cheek. The last few weeks came crashing down on her and she was surprised to feel tears sliding down her face. She let out a gasp as she wiped at her face.
“I really hoped you’d come,” she said. Then the tears came in earnest and Victoria just held her.
Later, as they ate Murdock’s infamous grilled chicken with his secret sauce, they explained how they had simply docked and off-loaded cargo onto the Graden.
“I can’t believe they actually fell for the old Trojan Horse ploy,” Victoria said.
“Sometimes the old tricks are the best ones,” Hannibal said.
“I just can’t thank you enough,” Christine said. She looked at each of the men at the table. “Thank you.”
Murdock tipped his hat and Hannibal grinned. “It was a pleasure, Miss Chapel.”
Face didn’t say anything when Christine looked at him, just held her gaze, a furrow appearing on his forehead.
“I must echo Christine’s gratitude,” Victoria said. “I know it was unorthodox at the very least to allow me to join you--”
“Allow?” Hannibal said with quirk of his lips. “I was under the impression we had no choice?”
“One always has a choice, colonel,” Victoria said dabbing at her lips with her napkin. “It’s simply a matter of making the correct one.”
“Well, as I said to your granddaughter,” he said giving Victoria a wink, “It was a pleasure.”
The other men at the table groaned and muttered, Christine just raised her eyebrows and gave her gran an appraising look.
“Lieutenant, you don’t know how good it is to hear from you,” Captain Kirk said unable to keep the smile off his face. Christine could see Uhura in the background grinning from ear to ear.
“It’s very good to be heard, sir,” Christine said. “I’m afraid I’m unable to give you my comm unit details, the people who assisted me are insisting on total anonymity.”
“I think I understand,” Kirk said. “Where would you like to rendezvous? I have a feeling Starfleet is going to have some questions. Especially considering they managed to capture the pirates who abducted you thanks to a tracking device left on their ship that alerted them as soon as they entered the Beta quadrant.”
Christine looked up over the comm unit and caught her grandmother’s eye who was looking far too innocent, while Hannibal just lit his cigar and the rest of the team just grinned. “Yes, well,” Christine said. “I’ll attempt to have some answers. As for a rendezvous point-”
”God damn it, Chapel! When the hell are you getting back here?” McCoy yelled as he joined the bridge. “Do you have any idea what kind of chaos you’ve left here?”
Christine felt her eyes water at the sound of her CMO’s voice and she laughed. “Please tell me sickbay is still in one piece and you haven’t completely alienated my staff?”
“Well, not completely,” McCoy said. “Now, when are you getting back?”
“As I was saying,” Christine continued, “I will be dropped off somewhere in the Gamma quadrant in a few days time and I’ll comm you as soon as I’m on land. You can beam me up from there.”
“That is rather vague, lieutenant,” Commander Spock said.
“I’m afraid that’s how it is,” Christine said simply.
“Agreed,” Kirk said. He dropped the smile. “Lieutenant, you have to know--”
“It’s okay, captain,” she said. “I understand. We can debrief in full when I see you.”
“Understood. Tell your grandmother I said ‘hello’,” he said with a grin.
“Take care of yourself, Chapel,” McCoy said, “and for god’s sake, eat something. Doctor’s orders. You look like a refugee.”
Christine rolled her eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“We’ll see you soon,” Kirk said. “Enterprise out.”
The comm screen went blank and Christine slumped a little in her seat. “They weren’t going to be allowed to come for me, were they?” she asked no one in particular.
No one had an answer for her.
It was the middle of the night (Christine thought) and sleep was not coming. She had taken elaborate advantage of the sonic shower and had blessed her grandmother for bringing her fresh clothes to wear. She’d shoved the ill-fitting clothes the pirates’ had given her into the disposal system, wishing she had access to a fire, but feeling some satisfaction in knowing they were destroyed. Dressed in a camisole and some drawstring shorts, Christine felt clean for the first time in ages.
She turned on her side on the single bed in the room Murdock had shown to her earlier. It was small and efficient and the bed was comfortable, but Christine couldn’t shake the feeling that any moment she’d wake up and be in that cell with the cold, gray wall and hard, damp floor. She shivered.
Christine threw off the covers and left her room. She wandered down the hall, trying to remember who was in which room. She peeked into the kitchen and saw her grandmother seated at the table playing cards with Hannibal. At least, Christine assumed they were playing cards, it looked like they were spending more time staring at each other than at the cards.
She walked past quietly and came to the last door on the left and tapped the chime. The door slid open immediately and Face was standing in the doorway. He had on a pair of loose fitting trousers and was bare-chested.
He stared at her and didn’t say a word. Christine opened her mouth to say something, but words fled from her. He reached out a hand and for the second time that day, touched the bruise on her face. His finger traced a path over the curve of her jaw and down to where her pulse beat in her throat. He held his finger over her jumping pulse and closed his eyes. Something seemed to loosen inside him, because he quickly opened his eyes and reached down to take her hand.
As the doors slid shut behind her, Face led her into the room. Christine let go of his hand long enough to crawl into his bed and lay on her side facing the wall. Face curled up behind her, his arm coming to wrap around her waist. Their hands connected again.
His bed smelled clean and like he did. And it was so warm. Christine burrowed under the covers and pressed herself against as much of him as she could.
“It was so very cold on that ship,” she whispered.
Face pressed a kiss to the back of her head and tightened his hold on her.
Hannibal glanced once in the direction of Face’s room and then turned his attention back to the card game.
“They’re adults, Hannibal,” Victoria said moving her cards around.
“He’s a federal fugitive and she’s a shining example of Starfleet’s finest.”
“She’s also a grown woman capable of making up her own mind, as is he.”
“I have days in which I doubt that last part,” Hannibal muttered.
“Stop being such a grump,” Victoria said, “let them be and allow me to beat you savagely at cards.”
She showed her hand and Hannibal shook his head. “Very nice. But, you forgot who you were playing with.”
He showed his own cards and it was clearly the winning hand. Victoria’s eyes narrowed and he grinned around his cigar.
“I don’t suppose you would consider getting rid of that thing?” she asked eyeing the cigar.
“It’s possible I could be persuaded to put it out.”
Victoria got up from her chair, walked around the table and sat on the edge next to him. She took the cigar from his mouth and laid it on the table.
She leaned in and as her lips hovered just above his, she said, “Consider yourself persuaded.”
Christine woke up to the feel of a warm hand on her stomach and her legs entwined with someone else. She smiled when she realised Face had somehow gotten his hand underneath her shirt.
She shifted her body and stopped when she felt him hard against her. He pressed his hand to her stomach and his index finger caressed her skin. Christine shivered and the movement of his finger stopped as he woke fully.
“Sorry,” he murmured into her hair. He started to pull his hand away when Christine grabbed it. He held still.
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Face propped himself up on his arm and studied her. She covered his hand with hers and pulled it up over her stomach, up her ribs to rest on her breast. His eyes were serious and his hand shook slightly from where it rested on her skin.
“Are you sure?” he asked pressing his forehead to hers. “Honey, are you--”
“I can still feel the cold,” she said. “I’m so tired of being cold. I want this. I want you--”
The word had barely escaped her lips before his mouth crashed down onto hers. Frantically twisting in the the sheets, Christine turned to face him. His hands roamed over her body, skimming up her sides and removing her camisole. Then his mouth was on her breasts and she dug her hands into his hair.
He rolled her to her back and she pushed his trousers off his hips and smoothed her hands over his waist and down. She smiled at the feel of him so warm on top of her. He caught sight of her smile and smiled back, dragging himself away from her chest to kiss her. The kiss quickly became wild. Face trailed his mouth down the column of her throat, nipping at her flesh, kissing between her breasts, her stomach all the way to the waistband of her shorts which were quickly removed.
She pulled him back up to her mouth and then he was sliding inside her and he was warm, so incredibly warm inside her and it felt so good and she lost her breath, but why would she want to breathe when it felt so good to be this warm and this tightly held and she was going to fly apart and the warmth was turning into heat and it was scorching her from the inside out and nothing was going to remain of the woman who’d been taken and it. felt. so. good.
“Hey, BA?”
“What?”
“Do you ever get the feeling we’re gettin’ left out?”
“Shut up, fool. I’m sleepin’ here.”
“So, my grandmother actually hired you guys?”
“Mmmhmm,” Face said his hand trailing up the length of Christine’s spine and back down. “I have got to say, she is one heck of a lady.”
“I know,” Christine said rubbing her cheek on his chest and drawing her leg up a little to capture more of his body heat. “I always loved spending summers with her when I was a kid. She’s the one who really supported me when I told everyone I was enlisting in Starfleet.”
“I can see where you get a lot of your more powerful traits from,” he said. She poked him in the side and he laughed and grabbed at her finger. “Hey! Watch it. This is prime post-coital glow, here. Don’t mess with it.”
Christine laughed and walked her fingers over his chest. She paused at an area just left of the center of his chest and pressed a kiss on the spot. He looked amused and raised a questioning brow. “That’s your aorta,” she explained.
“Oh, that’s right, you’re a nurse,” he said making a face. “So just why does a nurse also happen to have a couple of doctorates?”
“Well, technically, I’ve only got the one. I’m in the middle of the other one,” Christine said. “I like being a nurse. And it actually gives me more time for my research.” She shrugged. “Len can be the doctor, I’m happy in the background.”
“Len?”
“The Enterprise’s CMO.”
“Un hunh. A friend?”
“Yep.”
“More than a friend?”
“Once upon a very long time ago. Now, he’s the captain’s special friend.”
“How long ago?”
“Academy-era. Why? Jealous?”
“Exceedingly, actually.”
Christine didn’t bother to hide her smile, but she changed the subject and asked, “So, what the heck is going on with Gran and that colonel of yours?”
“I have no idea,” Face said. “She hasn’t talked to you about it?”
“No. Awhile back we created something of a non-disclosure agreement in regards to such things,” she said.
“That is a very good move,” Face said. He turned towards her slightly and slid his hands down to her waist. “Wanna see another good move?”
He pulled her on top of him quickly, her hair falling in a curtain over her shoulder.
“Oooh, that was a good move,” Christine said grinning. “Betcha I can do a better one.”
She let her knees fall to either side of him and rocked her hips. He groaned. “Oh, yeah. That’s pretty good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Want me to do it again?”
“Oh, yes, please.”
The next few days as they travelled to the rendezvous point fell into a nice pattern. Christine’s mornings were spent with her grandmother, while the team did prep work for an upcoming job. Lunch was usually quiet and Christine was able to document her time on the Graden organizing her thoughts in preparation for the questions that no doubt awaited her. Dinner was often a big affair as Murdock had taken McCoy’s words to heart and his sole objective was to fatten Christine up. Not that she minded. They’d play cards, or discuss strategy and tactics.
Her nights were spent with Face as he made it his mission in life to erase every moment she’d spent on that ship with his hands and his mouth.
Following one particularly energetic interlude, Face turned his head towards her on the pillow and said, “Hey, I, uh, I like you.”
Christine immediately turned to look at him. She smiled brightly and put her hand on his face. “I like you, too.”
He grinned at her and kissed her deeply, which led to an intense make-out session, which led to his mouth on her, which led to a most enjoyable orgasm.
They reached the rendezvous point without incident and Christine found herself armed with the knowledge that she was really going to miss these men.
At the hangar on one of the emptier outposts, she said her good-byes.
“If you ever feel the urge to reconsider your career options,” Hannibal said. “You let us know.”
“I’ll do that,” Christine said with a grin. “And if you ever need a nurse or a character witness, you give me a call.”
“Will do, Lieutenant Chapel,” he said with a wink.
She said good-bye to BA and hugged Murdock, but as she came to stand in front of Face, she once again, found herself without words.
He just shook his head and pulled her into his arms. She breathed him in and memorized the way his warmth seeped into her bones. They broke apart and she kissed him on the cheek, then briskly walked away.
Christine joined her grandmother standing at the entrance to the hangar.
“You’re staying with them, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Just catching a lift to the next quadrant,” Victoria said. “They’re a nice bunch of boys.”
“You’re also going to try to get their charges dropped?”
“Of course.”
Christine laughed. “Of course, she says. I do love you, gran.”
“Oh, my dear,” Victoria said turning to her. “I love you, too.”
The two women hugged each other tightly. “Thank you,” Christine whispered.
“You’re so very welcome,” Victoria said. “Now, get back to that ship of yours before Leonard runs the whole lot off. And take young James up on any reparations he wishes to make.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
They pulled apart, and with a parting squeeze of their hands, Christine walked away from the hangar towards a transport into town.
As she sat in the transport craft, she saw their ship take off into the atmosphere. Christine sighed and settled into her seat.
A bright chiming sound coming from her pocket made her sit up straight. Frowning, she pulled out an small comm unit. A comm unit that was most definitely not hers. The message icon was blinking. She tapped on the inbox.
The message that popped into view was short and sweet:
Just in case. -F
Christine shook her head and smiled as she said softly, “Son of a bitch.”
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Date: 2010-07-19 09:52 pm (UTC)GRAN RAN OFF WITH
THE CIRCUSTHE BOYS. OMG. OMG. GLEEEEEEEEEE!!! AND LEN GOT TO YELL AND JIM IS GOING TO BE APOLOGETIC FOREVER OMG LOVE THIS SO MUCH.Coherence has flown. Cope.
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Date: 2010-07-19 10:07 pm (UTC)GRAN IS AWESOME AND SHE HAS CONNECTIONS! She's going to get the boys out of their mess, no lie. And Christine has a standing date for all her shore leaves in the future. Jim is on foot massage duty for the rest of his known life and Len is just happy to have order restored to his life. Now, I'm just worried what might happen when Murdock meets Gaila and Scotty.
I'm really, really glad you liked it! Thank you for feeding the plot bunnies! :D
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Date: 2010-07-20 01:52 am (UTC)Gran is SO going to save their collective asses through her sheer awesome. And I ADORE SO MUCH that Chris totally owns all the boys. Foot rub duty? TOTALLY. And she'll totally get an awesome kitchen. And her quartermaster requests will be at the head of the queue.
And oh, my god, BA and Murdoc locked in a room with Scotty and Gaila is probably the most TERRIFYING thing I could ever contemplate. AND COMPLETELY AWESOME. YOU MUST WRITE THIS.
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Date: 2010-07-20 08:31 pm (UTC)Also I can just picture it now:
Um, Mr Scott, care to explain why Gaila and Mr Murdock are naked and hanging from the warp drive?
Well, to be honest, cap'n, it's all about the physics.
:D
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Date: 2010-07-20 08:35 pm (UTC)Also. BWHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Date: 2010-07-21 07:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-04 12:48 am (UTC)And man.. I really have to see this movie...
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Date: 2010-07-20 01:22 am (UTC)I think my favourite part was “Do you ever get the feeling we’re gettin’ left out?” / “Shut up, fool. I’m sleepin’ here.”
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Date: 2010-07-20 08:33 pm (UTC)I had to put that in! It just sort of occurred to me that I hadn't been very fair to BA and Murdock. Next time!
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Date: 2010-07-20 01:23 am (UTC)I LOVE THIS STORY SO HARD. Between Victoria being the biggest BAMF in the universe since Pike and Hannibal flirting with her and Face having feelings and Kirk and McCoy fussing over Chapel, I am utterly delighted by this crossover and cannot flail over it enough. <3333333333333333333
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Date: 2010-07-20 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-20 08:37 pm (UTC)And I HAD to do the Trojan Horse thing. It felt very old-school. ;D
I want to be Victoria when I grow up. And now that you mention him, she totally flirted with Pike once upon a time...
Poor Face and his feeeeeelings.
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