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singularityTitle: This Was Not What I Had In Mind When I Said Father-Figure
Author:possibly_thrice
Rating: PG-13? I guess? Uhh.
Pairing: Pike/Winona, as soon as I get off my ass and finish this thing, it'll be Pike/Winona/George implied.
Summary: A RESPONSE TO A KINK MEME PROMPT? THIRTY-YEARS-LATER AFTER THE ANGST IS DONE WITH CONTINUATION OF 'JUST A THING' AND 'HALF A PROMISE, KEPT'? WHO CAN SAY? Alternatively: Kirk walks in on his mother and Pike getting it on. Good times ensue.
A/N: SUDDEN TONAL SHIFT FTW. Ahaha. I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist.
James T. Kirk was looking forward to a nice, peaceful day of familial bonding at home on the farm.
Well.
Okay.
In fact his hindbrain was fully aware that his mother did not do nice, peaceful days of familial bonding, especially not with the son that had, as she liked to remind him while they got popcorn grease all over her latest doohickey and watched holovids he had cleverly altered to cut halfway through to one of his many, many awards ceremonies, cost her, before the age of eighteen, forty-seven thousand credits in bail money alone. In fact, she had another visitor besides him; apparently she and Pike had spontaneously decided to be best friends, or, at least, allies in antagonizing the entire Admiralty, which meant she'd probably expect Jim to do helpful hosty things like give a tour or whatnot. Also, he was arriving three hours earlier than expected, thanks to Scotty's latest beaming success (reader advisory: do not ask) and had given her his usual grand total of no warning.
But still, his forebrain pointed out. He liked Iowa! And he liked his mom! He liked Pike, for god's sake! And he hadn't been earthside in a year! Also, his mother liked surprises! So what could go wrong? Be the most relaxing shoreleave he'd had in ages, it would.
So he strolled in through the front door humming a cheery and horrible little tune, while the door hummed back at him (he was really going to have to see about what exactly this new Sirius Cybernetics Corporation his mom was invading did, sometime, besides make incredibly annoying new computers). The hall was abandoned, but that was nothing new, and he could hear vaguely domestic sounds from the kitchen, so he rounded the corner and had just begun to duck under the lintel when he was brought up short by the sight that met his eyes, fully illuminated in the early-morning sun, which spilled across the linoleum and painted the walls a warm, homey shade of wood-yellow.
He started to say "Hi, mom!" with his trademark obnoxious-yet-winning charm, and then stopped. His mother did not hear him, because she was busy. Just what she was busy with... uh.
It took thirty seconds longer than normal for the image to process to his higher reasoning, for very good reason.
His mother was draped over Pike, her thighs straddling the man's knees, and they were deep in... in... he struggled for words, since his interior monologue was being really stubborn on this one - in the process of making out like teenagers. Holy fuck. Pike's head was thrown back and his mother's gold hair was falling forward over her cheeks, uncharacteristically disheveled, but unfortunately not long and straggly enough to cover the fact that this was a very, very, very not chaste and friendly kiss, or, or something, in case the way that she was pressed up against him wasn't, you know, getting the point across.
No, this was an full-on, open-mouthed kiss such as would have done Gaila proud (and it occurred to him that Gaila had worked under his mother, in Engineering, and his mind did not just go there oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck); she was chewing on his lower lip and wow was the soft, inarticulate sound Pike was making deep in his throat not a sound Jim had ever wanted to hear out of his mentor-and-erstwhile-CO's mouth, ever.
And now her slender hand was trailing down Pike's chest, working at the buttons, and how the fuck had neither of them noticed yet and this newest burst of terror finally decided his shock-numbed cognitive processes that the time to make his existence known was now
"Ohchristonacrutchwhatareyoudoingtohistongue?" he said. It came out rather strangled, but possibly the sheer force of his distress got across, because Pike broke away from... his mother... to stare at him. Winona licked his jaw and then followed his look.
"Ah," she said, a little faintly. Then: "You weren't supposed to get here until 1200."
He meant to say something witty and diplomatic about how if he'd been aware that she was so occupied he certainly would have! but somehow it came out as "Help."
It was some small comfort to see the blush creeping up Pike's neck out from under the high collar of his uniform. But not much. Also, Jim was pretty sure from the way his lips were trying to crawl away from his face to escape the heat that he was far, far redder.
"Next time, call first," his mother advised, hitching herself up and off Pike's useless legs and hovering awkwardly between them.
"How... how long has this been going on?" he mumbled, ignoring her being sensible because he wasn't sure he was in the mood for sense just now.
Pike and his mom glanced at each other. Actually glanced at each other, like married couples do when they are acting in tandem to inflict cruel and unusual things upon their children.
Which opened up even more new and utterly unwanted possibilities to mind.
"Four months?" Pike ventured.
"Closer to five."
"Please tell me you aren't married," Jim croaked.
"Oh god, no!" they said, in chorus. Also not comforting.
"I've given up on marriage," Winona added, brightly.
"I'm pretty sure it's illegal," Pike said, and did not elaborate, for which Jim was grateful.
"Yeah, what happened to your last husband, anyway?"
She shrugged. "What happens to any of my husbands?"
"Point," Jim admitted. "But, but, but why him?" He flailed a bit, trying to get across just why Pike, who he had, until now, liked and respected a great deal, and who he was now trying without success to separate from a whole host of mental images, was a totally, totally inappropriate choice of consort. Or whatever.
"Thank you," Pike said dryly. "Just because I'm in a wheelchair doesn't mean I'm dead, kid."
"That's not what I meant!" Jim said, which was true, although he was starting to wonder about it now, of course, because why make things easier on him?
Winona ran her fingers through her sweat-shiny curls, and grinned. Worryingly. "We were friends at the Academy, friends in Starfleet, just now he's finally not off on other planets. And, well, you know, I've never been able to resist a man in a uniform..."
Author:
possibly_thriceRating: PG-13? I guess? Uhh.
Pairing: Pike/Winona, as soon as I get off my ass and finish this thing, it'll be Pike/Winona/George implied.
Summary: A RESPONSE TO A KINK MEME PROMPT? THIRTY-YEARS-LATER AFTER THE ANGST IS DONE WITH CONTINUATION OF 'JUST A THING' AND 'HALF A PROMISE, KEPT'? WHO CAN SAY? Alternatively: Kirk walks in on his mother and Pike getting it on. Good times ensue.
A/N: SUDDEN TONAL SHIFT FTW. Ahaha. I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist.
James T. Kirk was looking forward to a nice, peaceful day of familial bonding at home on the farm.
Well.
Okay.
In fact his hindbrain was fully aware that his mother did not do nice, peaceful days of familial bonding, especially not with the son that had, as she liked to remind him while they got popcorn grease all over her latest doohickey and watched holovids he had cleverly altered to cut halfway through to one of his many, many awards ceremonies, cost her, before the age of eighteen, forty-seven thousand credits in bail money alone. In fact, she had another visitor besides him; apparently she and Pike had spontaneously decided to be best friends, or, at least, allies in antagonizing the entire Admiralty, which meant she'd probably expect Jim to do helpful hosty things like give a tour or whatnot. Also, he was arriving three hours earlier than expected, thanks to Scotty's latest beaming success (reader advisory: do not ask) and had given her his usual grand total of no warning.
But still, his forebrain pointed out. He liked Iowa! And he liked his mom! He liked Pike, for god's sake! And he hadn't been earthside in a year! Also, his mother liked surprises! So what could go wrong? Be the most relaxing shoreleave he'd had in ages, it would.
So he strolled in through the front door humming a cheery and horrible little tune, while the door hummed back at him (he was really going to have to see about what exactly this new Sirius Cybernetics Corporation his mom was invading did, sometime, besides make incredibly annoying new computers). The hall was abandoned, but that was nothing new, and he could hear vaguely domestic sounds from the kitchen, so he rounded the corner and had just begun to duck under the lintel when he was brought up short by the sight that met his eyes, fully illuminated in the early-morning sun, which spilled across the linoleum and painted the walls a warm, homey shade of wood-yellow.
He started to say "Hi, mom!" with his trademark obnoxious-yet-winning charm, and then stopped. His mother did not hear him, because she was busy. Just what she was busy with... uh.
It took thirty seconds longer than normal for the image to process to his higher reasoning, for very good reason.
His mother was draped over Pike, her thighs straddling the man's knees, and they were deep in... in... he struggled for words, since his interior monologue was being really stubborn on this one - in the process of making out like teenagers. Holy fuck. Pike's head was thrown back and his mother's gold hair was falling forward over her cheeks, uncharacteristically disheveled, but unfortunately not long and straggly enough to cover the fact that this was a very, very, very not chaste and friendly kiss, or, or something, in case the way that she was pressed up against him wasn't, you know, getting the point across.
No, this was an full-on, open-mouthed kiss such as would have done Gaila proud (and it occurred to him that Gaila had worked under his mother, in Engineering, and his mind did not just go there oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck); she was chewing on his lower lip and wow was the soft, inarticulate sound Pike was making deep in his throat not a sound Jim had ever wanted to hear out of his mentor-and-erstwhile-CO's mouth, ever.
And now her slender hand was trailing down Pike's chest, working at the buttons, and how the fuck had neither of them noticed yet and this newest burst of terror finally decided his shock-numbed cognitive processes that the time to make his existence known was now
"Ohchristonacrutchwhatareyoudoingtohistongue?" he said. It came out rather strangled, but possibly the sheer force of his distress got across, because Pike broke away from... his mother... to stare at him. Winona licked his jaw and then followed his look.
"Ah," she said, a little faintly. Then: "You weren't supposed to get here until 1200."
He meant to say something witty and diplomatic about how if he'd been aware that she was so occupied he certainly would have! but somehow it came out as "Help."
It was some small comfort to see the blush creeping up Pike's neck out from under the high collar of his uniform. But not much. Also, Jim was pretty sure from the way his lips were trying to crawl away from his face to escape the heat that he was far, far redder.
"Next time, call first," his mother advised, hitching herself up and off Pike's useless legs and hovering awkwardly between them.
"How... how long has this been going on?" he mumbled, ignoring her being sensible because he wasn't sure he was in the mood for sense just now.
Pike and his mom glanced at each other. Actually glanced at each other, like married couples do when they are acting in tandem to inflict cruel and unusual things upon their children.
Which opened up even more new and utterly unwanted possibilities to mind.
"Four months?" Pike ventured.
"Closer to five."
"Please tell me you aren't married," Jim croaked.
"Oh god, no!" they said, in chorus. Also not comforting.
"I've given up on marriage," Winona added, brightly.
"I'm pretty sure it's illegal," Pike said, and did not elaborate, for which Jim was grateful.
"Yeah, what happened to your last husband, anyway?"
She shrugged. "What happens to any of my husbands?"
"Point," Jim admitted. "But, but, but why him?" He flailed a bit, trying to get across just why Pike, who he had, until now, liked and respected a great deal, and who he was now trying without success to separate from a whole host of mental images, was a totally, totally inappropriate choice of consort. Or whatever.
"Thank you," Pike said dryly. "Just because I'm in a wheelchair doesn't mean I'm dead, kid."
"That's not what I meant!" Jim said, which was true, although he was starting to wonder about it now, of course, because why make things easier on him?
Winona ran her fingers through her sweat-shiny curls, and grinned. Worryingly. "We were friends at the Academy, friends in Starfleet, just now he's finally not off on other planets. And, well, you know, I've never been able to resist a man in a uniform..."
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Date: 2009-06-13 02:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-14 04:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-13 05:33 pm (UTC)I love your fic. NEVER STOP. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2009-06-14 04:15 am (UTC)I might not, at this rate. STAR TREK HAS EATEN MY BRAINSTEM LIKE A ROMULAN ARTHROPOD. :'D