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delta delta vega, by zarathuse
What ho, peeps! I'll be driving the Star Trek: Reboot van this month (apologies for the late start). I am very excited about Reboot!Trek - I've been a fan of Star Trek since I was a child, but the new film really brought back the excitement for me (and lots of other people, it seems!), as well as making me prefer Kirk to Spock, which is clearly EPICALLY WRONG. Anyway, I'll be reccing mostly gen fic for you, since that's where I get my kicks, and there's loads of great stuff out there.
Fandom: STAR TREK: REBOOT
Pairing: Gen
Length: ~4,000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zarathuse
Author Website: /
Why this must be read: Because Jim Kirk has started a fraternity at Star Fleet Academy? I mean, that covers it, right? Hilarious fic with Bones trying to get his head around Jim Kirk turned frat boy.
No, it doesn’t. But Bones has noticed the worst part now, and the stupid pink shirt and the idiotic collar are the absolute least of his worries. “What the hell did you do to your pants, Jim?”
Jim follows Bones’ horrified gaze down to where his uniform pants end, a few inches below the knee.
“Oh, these? Well, I was chillaxing with Mitchell last night—do you know Mitchell?” Bones shakes his head. “I’ll have to introduce you, man, he’s a solid dude. But anyway, we were hanging out, and I was all telling him how these pants really chafe my calves, and it turns out his mom was, like, a seamstress or some shit, so he altered all my uniforms for me! And then Cameron—do you know Cameron?” Bones shakes his head again. “You’ve gotta meet him, too, he hooked me up with these sweetass sandals.”
Bones isn’t entirely sure what “sweetass” means, but he’s pretty sure those sandals don’t qualify. He’s busy trying to think of the best way to trick Jim into going to the med clinic so Bones can scan him for Enolian brain fever when they’re suddenly interrupted by angry shouts from across the quad.
“Shit,” Jim says, squinting at the approaching figure over the rim of his sunglasses. “It’s Komack! He’s been on my ass ever since he caught me drinking a beer in the library this morning. Cover for me!”
And with that, he takes off, dodging and weaving across the lawn like he and his ridiculous pink shirt are somehow going to blend into the brilliantly green grass.
delta delta vega, by zarathuse
Fandom: STAR TREK: REBOOT
Pairing: Gen
Length: ~4,000
Author on LJ:
zarathuseAuthor Website: /
Why this must be read: Because Jim Kirk has started a fraternity at Star Fleet Academy? I mean, that covers it, right? Hilarious fic with Bones trying to get his head around Jim Kirk turned frat boy.
No, it doesn’t. But Bones has noticed the worst part now, and the stupid pink shirt and the idiotic collar are the absolute least of his worries. “What the hell did you do to your pants, Jim?”
Jim follows Bones’ horrified gaze down to where his uniform pants end, a few inches below the knee.
“Oh, these? Well, I was chillaxing with Mitchell last night—do you know Mitchell?” Bones shakes his head. “I’ll have to introduce you, man, he’s a solid dude. But anyway, we were hanging out, and I was all telling him how these pants really chafe my calves, and it turns out his mom was, like, a seamstress or some shit, so he altered all my uniforms for me! And then Cameron—do you know Cameron?” Bones shakes his head again. “You’ve gotta meet him, too, he hooked me up with these sweetass sandals.”
Bones isn’t entirely sure what “sweetass” means, but he’s pretty sure those sandals don’t qualify. He’s busy trying to think of the best way to trick Jim into going to the med clinic so Bones can scan him for Enolian brain fever when they’re suddenly interrupted by angry shouts from across the quad.
“Shit,” Jim says, squinting at the approaching figure over the rim of his sunglasses. “It’s Komack! He’s been on my ass ever since he caught me drinking a beer in the library this morning. Cover for me!”
And with that, he takes off, dodging and weaving across the lawn like he and his ridiculous pink shirt are somehow going to blend into the brilliantly green grass.
delta delta vega, by zarathuse