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crack_van2005-10-31 06:43 pm
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Saccharine by cim (r)
Fandom: STAR TREK: THE ORIGINAL SERIES
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cimness
Author Website: cimorene's sordid fancy
Why this must be read:
Because it has teeny, tiny candy characters. And the words suicidal spearmint. And Uhura being her usual kick-ass self. It's a funny, sweet and lovely story and it has Chekov and Sulu as actual characters. Yay! Uhura has to watch over tiny, animated candy versions of the crew and discovers something about the life-sized versions of the crew.
Nyota had determined that she couldn't hear much of anything when Caramel Kirk and Spearmint Spock spoke, and they didn't pay any attention to her except when she moved to pick up Spearmint Spock, and Kirk dragged him away in a panic and interposed his own small, glistening, golden-brown body.
The color wasn't *too* far off, probably, she reflected. Unfortunately the uniform was part of the caramel. ...She could try writing something, but she didn't have a flimsy or a padd or a stylus. (And could she write that small?) Her best option was probably the computer, but she'd have to move them to an input area for it to analyze the wavelengths of their speech, and she'd no idea how she was to do *that.*
She was just starting to wonder what was in the rest of the box when, with a crisp rustling sound, another piece of cellophane flew up into the air and a little Sulu, with some effort, hauled himself out of a dent in the molded-plastic liner of the box. He was made of something dark brown and faintly translucent--she thought it might have been the soybean candy he'd once given her and Chekov to eat with his traditional Japanese tea. She wrinkled her nose at the thought. Nasty stuff. She wasn't be any means curious enough (or heartless enough) to try to find out.
Soybean (?) Sulu knelt immediately, though, peering anxiously into the next dent. First he pulled out another piece of cellophane; then he dragged out by the hand a very disgruntled Chekov, who shook some white hair out of his eyes, put his hands on his orange hips, and said something she couldn't hear. Probably something about the Russian invention of cellophane, or possibly of candy corn.
Nyota just hoped they jumped down off the box before any more got out so she could put the lid on it--or before the temptation to find out what kind of candy she would be made out of overcame her good sense.
Read: Saccharine
And I apologize for not being around so much, it's been a busy and rather stressful month
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Author on LJ:
cimness Author Website: cimorene's sordid fancy
Why this must be read:
Because it has teeny, tiny candy characters. And the words suicidal spearmint. And Uhura being her usual kick-ass self. It's a funny, sweet and lovely story and it has Chekov and Sulu as actual characters. Yay! Uhura has to watch over tiny, animated candy versions of the crew and discovers something about the life-sized versions of the crew.
Nyota had determined that she couldn't hear much of anything when Caramel Kirk and Spearmint Spock spoke, and they didn't pay any attention to her except when she moved to pick up Spearmint Spock, and Kirk dragged him away in a panic and interposed his own small, glistening, golden-brown body.
The color wasn't *too* far off, probably, she reflected. Unfortunately the uniform was part of the caramel. ...She could try writing something, but she didn't have a flimsy or a padd or a stylus. (And could she write that small?) Her best option was probably the computer, but she'd have to move them to an input area for it to analyze the wavelengths of their speech, and she'd no idea how she was to do *that.*
She was just starting to wonder what was in the rest of the box when, with a crisp rustling sound, another piece of cellophane flew up into the air and a little Sulu, with some effort, hauled himself out of a dent in the molded-plastic liner of the box. He was made of something dark brown and faintly translucent--she thought it might have been the soybean candy he'd once given her and Chekov to eat with his traditional Japanese tea. She wrinkled her nose at the thought. Nasty stuff. She wasn't be any means curious enough (or heartless enough) to try to find out.
Soybean (?) Sulu knelt immediately, though, peering anxiously into the next dent. First he pulled out another piece of cellophane; then he dragged out by the hand a very disgruntled Chekov, who shook some white hair out of his eyes, put his hands on his orange hips, and said something she couldn't hear. Probably something about the Russian invention of cellophane, or possibly of candy corn.
Nyota just hoped they jumped down off the box before any more got out so she could put the lid on it--or before the temptation to find out what kind of candy she would be made out of overcame her good sense.
Read: Saccharine
And I apologize for not being around so much, it's been a busy and rather stressful month