Second Star On The Right by Qzeebrella
warning: possible crack fic ahead
Once upon a time there was a starship by the call sign of Enterprise
1701. This ship and her crew were dedicated to keeping the
Federation of planets and all its member species safe. In many
this starship was like a small kingdom. Her Captain, one James
Tiberius Kirk, was known for his courage, his leadership,
and his many
romances with alien princesses.
King... I mean Captain Kirk owed a large part of his success to his
trusted advisers, otherwise known as his command crew. The
youngest of his six advisers was Pavel Chekov. A man fiercely
his Russian heritage. Pavel's best friend (and partner in creme) was
Hikaru Sulu. Sulu was an extraordinary
pilot, swordsman, and he had
the potential of becoming a captain of his own ship one day. Their
honorary sister was
Nyota Uhura who was neither fair nor a maiden.
Nyota was a woman of surpassing inner and outer beauty, with a gift
language and music, and a compassion that made her soul shine.
Then there was Montgomery Scott, known as Scotty. He was
magician when it came to anything mechanical. He had the respect of
the entire crew and was a friend to
all on board.
Then there were Kirk's two top advisers, whom this tale is primarily
about. Spock, his right hand
man, a scientist of renown. Spock had
dedicated his life to following Surak's philosophies, adhering as best
as he could
to the philosopher's teachings. Like most Vulcans, he
valued logic, learning, and doing the best he could to live up to
responsibilities. He was also a man of honour who faced a daily
struggle within himself, for he was a man with a
dual nature, a man of
two worlds, and the resultant conflict this caused within himself was
difficult to manage. The
hardest part for him was living up to his own
expectations for he had very high expectations and a desperate need to
Kirk's other most trusted advisor was one Leonard "I'm a doctor, not a
bricklayer" McCoy. A true gentleman
fiercely dedicated to saving lives
and doing as best as he could to be a good man. Known for his inner
his devotion to his friends, he also had a desperate need
to prove himself. And an irresistible urge to get a raise out
During one fairly typical day on the starship Enterprise, everything
changed. Though the crew did not
realize it at first, so focused were
they on working together in order to accomplish their mission. They
from one star system to the next when a space dwelling
dragon began nibbling on Enterprise's port nacelle (something not
that unusual when it came to Kirk's ship." As the space dragon
attempted to eat the ship, Spock and McCoy became
entrenched in a
debate (a sometimes hourly occurrence though normally just thrice
daily.) But this debate was different.
Spock, all I'm saying is that our nacelles look remarkably
similar to the space dragons habitual prey. Heck their prey,
Hyperspace Hares - even emit the same sort of energy signature that
our engines do so it's not the dragon's fault
that it though Food! And
started nibbling on our ship."
"No, but we can not just let it attempt to finish eating
the engine as
that would endanger the crew." Spock replied.
"I know that Spock, I'm not an idiot!" McCoy grumbled.
you are a remarkably intelligent man." Spock commented with an
unusual warmth of almost emotion.
"Why thank you Spock." He drawled and bounced on his
toes, pleased by the compliment and thrilled by the hint of emotion.
nodded and rose one eyebrow in acknowledgement.
And that was the end of argument, pardon me,
debate number one
million, one hundred and seventy five thousand, three hundred and two.
Not that they were counting.
And it was the beginning of what made
this day - of all days on the ship - unusual.
Of course the end of the debate
did nothing to solve the problems
caused by a dragon nibbling on the port nacelle. Scotty tried "souring
the milk" by
inverting the energy signal, however the dragon responded
by beginning to chew the nacelle instead of just nibbling. McCoy
turning off the engine completely, which was discounted as
Spock thought the dragon would see that as the "prey" dying
and go on
to tearing the "carcass" to shreds. Nyota suggested attempting to
communicate with the dragon, Sulu began
sharpening his sword, and
Chekov began talking about the legendary Siberian Snow dragon. Kirk
made his way over to Spock and stood so that their shoulders
touched. "So any more ideas Spock?" McCoy asked.
not." Spock replied.
"Um, aren't their eggs about the same size and shape of our
torpedoes?" Redshirt Ramirez asked.
"Then why not used a dummy torpedo, put in a generator tweaked to emit
the same sort of energy signal
their eggs do, and shoot it away from
us and toward the stellar nebula over there?" Ramirez suggested.
"Maybe the dragon
would think it was a real egg and give chase. They
are supposed to be protective of all dragon eggs, not just their own,
their natural instinct is supposed to be to get any egg to the
traditional nesting grounds as quickly as possible. At least,
"Might work." Len said.
"It'd be worth a try." Kirk said.
A moment later Redshirt
Ramirez got a first name and a transfer to the
Engineering section. Leonard grinned at Spock, delighted that at least
redshirt wouldn't die, at least not in the near future. Spock's
lips twitched as he acknowledged Leonard's delight, his
lifted, and he nudged McCoy's shoulder with his own.
Petty Officer, 3rd Class, Bob Ramirez's, Enterprise's
new warp nacelle
specialist, idea worked. The space dragon chased the dummy torpedo and
then nudged it towards the nearest
stellar nursery, thus the closest
nesting grounds. Ramirez was put in charge of repairing the port
nacelle and the rest
of the crew went on with their normal lives.
Except when it came to Spock and Leonard.
They left the bridge together,
in the same turbolift - which wasn't
all that unusual. It was what they did next that made this day on
from all those before it. They stepped out of the
turbolift and into the corridor leading towards Spock's quarters
They walked side by side, Spock's right index and middle
finger touching Leonard's left index and middle finger in the
Vulcan method of expressing deep affection. Their fingers
touching, their minds and souls beginning to swirl and dance
each other, making unbreakable connections, their love for each other
obvious only to each other, they stepped
into Spock's quarters
As they did Kirk sat back in his command chair and gave an order.
set a course. Second star on the right and straight on
"But sir.." Chekov protested.
heard me Ensign." Kirk said, emphasizing the younger man's rank.
"Doesn't the okhu'el mu'dak know that heading will
take us into
Klingon Territory?" Chekov whispered, cursing in Russian.
"Do you really think he'd notice if we set
a different course? Like
say to Risa?" Sulu asked, also whispering.
"Good point." Chekov said. "Aye sir, second
star on 'the right.'"
"And straight on until morning." Sulu said with a grin, inputting the
course and then returning
to sharpening his sword.