Title: The Brown Pinstripe
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Fandom: Star Trek the Original Series
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Author Notes: Based on "A Piece of the Action", so minor spoilers on
that. Also, thanks to Sarah for supplying pointy ears and beta help.
I didn't get to wear a snazzy suit myself that day. As usual, Jim
wanted Spock with him to accomplish the "mission" and left me behind
to "guard" Oxmyx and his boys. I felt like a damned fool holding
that ridiculously heavy metal whatever-it-was. Especially
considering my totally incongruent outfit. But that's beyond the
point. Really. I'm not that great in battle anyway (unless you
count my karate chops) and so I get to wear fun clothes less often
than the Captain and his irritating pointy-eared...First Officer.
So, I'm used to seeing those two off galavanting across the galaxy in
all sorts of crazy duds.
What I'm not used to is the effect these particular outfits had on
me. Or rather, outfit. Don't get me wrong, Jim looked peachy, but
well...he wasn't the one I was trying not to stare at. It was bad
enough seeing him undress in front of all those people. But I was
totally unprepared for the way that material clung to him or to how
that deep brown color darkened his eyes. It was all I could to keep
my jaw from dropping.
And what's worse is that smug bastard knew it! His little smirk at
my discomfort did not escape my notice. His damnable Vulcan senses
probably felt the heat coming off me in waves. It's not like we
haven't...that we aren't...well, his visits to my quarters happen
nearly every night now. But still, I don't want every person on the
damned ship to know about it! Especially Jim. I gotta learn to
But I suppose the biggest surprise came later that night. After we
all got back in one piece, I heard my door signal ring. And at that
time of night, it could only have been one person.
"Come", I said, fully expecting to see the familiar figure in blue
and black. But when I looked up, all I could see was brown pinstripe.
I can't imagine the look on my face as I said, "Why, you green-
blooded son of gun!"