Title:
Role Playing
Author: Shannon
Series: TOS
Pairing: S/Mc,
Rating: PG/PG-13 for discussion of sexual fantasies but nothing explicit.
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom. I own only this story. I make no money from this story; this is only a creative outlet and hobby.
Doctor Who and Torchwood are owned by the BBC.
“Really?
You really have to mate or die?”
The smile was clear in the disturbingly familiar voice. “That’s
fascinating. And while I’ll admit I’ve been in a situation or two that required similar actions, let’s just
say they were based on external stimuli. But you aren’t restricted to that cycle are you? That would be very inconvenient not to mention boring.”
“No.” Spock spoke softly into the
darkness. “Although the majority of Vulcan does have a tendency to be less interested in such activities then the average
human would appear to.”
“Majority of Vulcan, but not you? Hmmm?” The voice inquired. In the darkness Spock
could not see his companion’s face but by tone alone he knew a lascivious leer was firmly on the other man’s face.
“I fail to see the point to this direction
of conversation.” Spock gave a very un-Vulcan like sigh. “Should we not be attempting escape?”
“Plenty of time for that later. I’m in the getting-to-know-you phase of the adventure.” The man moved closer. “We still have our clothes on
after all. And no escape from nearly-certain death is complete without nudity.”
“Really, Captain, that is most illogical.” Spock shifted to move farther from his companion.
The darkness was complete and the room they were hiding in was not large. No
matter what direction he went in he could still feel the other’s presence. “I
find your nearness to be less then desirable, Captain Harkness. Please move away.”
There was a sigh and an audible click. Dr. McCoy’s irate voice suddenly replaced the more polished tones of the other
man. “Damn it, Spock! This is your
fantasy! You said you wanted to experience ‘sexual adventure’ with
your favorite fictional characters. I go to all the damn work of finding a voice
modulator so I can sound like him. I fabricated a different cologne so I could
smell different. Hell, I even tracked down the blasted coat! Then I manage to locate a suitable storage compartment, draft the backstory, and get you in here unseen. And you want me to move away from you?”
Spock shifted uncomfortably. “I had not anticipated the full ramifications of attempting to enact such a fantasy.”
McCoy ground his teeth in the dark. “And what would that be?”
Spock made a small sound of displeasure. “You
are not Captain Harkness.”
“No.” McCoy bit out slowly. “I’m not. I’m the ship’s
doctor and your lover for the last six months. But I am trying over here and
after all the wasted hours I spent watching that show just so I could get the dialogue right, for you, you go all non-sexual on me. This was supposed to end in
a glorious omni-sexual tangle, damn it!”
“You are not a captain.” Spock
reaffirmed in a strong voice. “You are a doctor.”
“That
is why you can’t get into the scene? My profession is keeping us from role playing?” McCoy growled. “Spock, I had to badger you for a month to find out you even had sexual fantasies. It took me another month to get you to admit to what they were. Out of the dozen you confessed to, this was the only one we
could pull off without ship wide embarrassment, possible death, or starting a war. How
long will it take me to get you to actually play along?”
There was a long pause. “I am uncertain. I find that the knowledge that you are you, not Captain Harkness, to be problematic.
While the absolute darkness, the voice modulator, and the altered scent do help with this deception, I still know you are
you. The difference between you and the character is interfering with my ability
to, as you would say, play along.”
“Am I not talking like him?” McCoy sounded worried. “I practiced
for hours. I even had Sulu work with me on it. Apparently he’s a huge fan
too. He said I had the banter right.”
“Leonard, while I find the knowledge
you discussed my sexual fantasy with our helmsman disturbing, I can assure you your banter is not the problem.”
“I didn’t discuss your fantasy
with him. Christ, give me more credit then that.” McCoy sighed. “All
he knows is that I’m knocking boots with somebody that’s a consummate Whovian.”
There was no response. “Spock?” McCoy asked softly. “Should we leave?”
“Leonard,” Spock’s voice
was hesitant. “I think I have discovered the problem.”
“Yeah?”
“You aren’t a captain.” Spock’s
voice took on a dangerous edge. “You are a doctor.”
McCoy snorted.
“I know. You’re point?”
Spock shifted purposefully in the darkness
and McCoy backed up into the far wall. “Spock, what are you doing?”
“I suggest you hold still, doctor.” Spock reached out quickly into the darkness, his hand making contact with the doctor’s
leg before moving swiftly up his body towards his throat. His hand closed around
the small device there and before McCoy could ask again what he was doing, Spock managed to dislodge the voice modular.
There was the sound of movement and McCoy held
perfectly still as he heard the modulator’s switch activate. He felt Spock’s
greater body heat get closer and could sense the Vulcan hovering over him in the darkness.
In the captain’s voice Spock purred into McCoy’s ear, “Is that a screwdriver in your pocket, doctor,
or are you happy to see me?”