Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters/Pairing: Uhura/Spock, Scotty/Chekov friendship, Bones/Kirk friendship
Spoilers: nothing major
Summary: There's a reason the crew of the Enterprise are so close.
A/N: Really nervous about this tiny foray into such an intimidating fandom. Just a little study of the dynamics between the crew. Any factual or grammatical mistakes are entirely my fault. Un-beta-ed.
They were told to explore, to ‘see things no human has seen before’. What they hadn’t been told is that there was a reason no human had seen these things before. There were some planets, some creatures, in the deepest part of space that humans were never meant to see. It was these things that haunted the crew of the Enterprise. There were moments when even the strongest member of the crew broke down. They clung to each other in desperation. No other human had seen or done the things they had. No other human could understand.
Spock began to initiate contact with Uhura when he saw she needed it. He would hold her tight as she slept, painfully aware of how close he had come to losing her so many times. Chekov would join Scotty in sharing a flask, passing it back and forth as he listed to the Scot ramble. Scotty needed to talk just as much as Chekov needed to listen. He needed to hear of distant times and places and imaginary equations. Anything to pretend he was still the naive Russian who had first joined Starfleet dreaming of adventure.
Kirk would wander into Bones’s quarters at random, as though they were back at Academy and it was still their room. Bones would complain and grumble but still move over and make room for his captain on the bed. Sometimes they would talk but most of the time Jim would just sleep, finally able to shake the nightmares away knowing that his best friend was there to protect him. McCoy had patched his friend up so many times he could no longer list them in his head. Every time he did his damndest to make sure that he would still be alive to flirt and laugh and be reckless and climb into his bed at night. He didn’t know what he would do if he ever failed. Jim being a pain in the ass was the only thing he needed to cope.
In the morning they would all be in position, appearing confident and eager. Kirk would sit in his captain’s chair looking as though he was born to be there. Spock would be calm and straight faced and logical to a tee. Uhura would be as competent and strong as ever. Bones would roll his eyes at them and yell when someone needed it. Chekov and Scotty would sink into their jobs with vigor each a part of the moment for every blasted second. At the end of the day, when they could no longer take it, their masks would slip and they’d cling desperately to each other. They’d cling on for dear life as they braced themselves for the darkest reaches of space, the darkest depths of themselves.