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crack_van2011-08-26 06:35 pm
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Your Mom by waketosleep (T)
Fandom: STAR TREK: REBOOT
Pairing: Crew gen
Length: 2,575
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stripedpetunia
Author Website: At AO3
Why this must be read:
Spock tells a mom joke.
Except, of course, it's more than that. The context surrounding the mom joke is just as important as the joke itself, and I'm not going to spoil that.
This fic has a lot for being so short, from the crew bonding to the crew beginning to heal after the Narada. Probably my favorite thing about it, though, apart from the mom joke, is the beginnings of the McCoy-Spock friendship. There is (understandably) a lot of focus on Kirk with both of them in fandom, but I really like being able to see them building something on their own.
McCoy didn't think any more about it until Tuesday at 1900, when he sauntered into Rec Room Three. He stopped dead in the doorway at the sight of Chekov earnestly explaining the rules of Texas Hold 'Em to Spock, who was listening attentively.
"What is the significance of the 'big and little blinds'?" Spock asked.
McCoy sat down heavily in his usual seat. Scotty wordlessly passed him a generous measure of scotch, which he immediately took a calming sip of.
Jim dropped into the chair to his left, wearing his biggest shit-eating grin. "Table's grown by one tonight," he said smugly.
McCoy took a larger calming sip of his drink. He foresaw many to follow—Chekov was going over the hierarchy of winning hands and Spock was taking notes.
Your Mom
Pairing: Crew gen
Length: 2,575
Author on LJ:
stripedpetuniaAuthor Website: At AO3
Why this must be read:
Spock tells a mom joke.
Except, of course, it's more than that. The context surrounding the mom joke is just as important as the joke itself, and I'm not going to spoil that.
This fic has a lot for being so short, from the crew bonding to the crew beginning to heal after the Narada. Probably my favorite thing about it, though, apart from the mom joke, is the beginnings of the McCoy-Spock friendship. There is (understandably) a lot of focus on Kirk with both of them in fandom, but I really like being able to see them building something on their own.
McCoy didn't think any more about it until Tuesday at 1900, when he sauntered into Rec Room Three. He stopped dead in the doorway at the sight of Chekov earnestly explaining the rules of Texas Hold 'Em to Spock, who was listening attentively.
"What is the significance of the 'big and little blinds'?" Spock asked.
McCoy sat down heavily in his usual seat. Scotty wordlessly passed him a generous measure of scotch, which he immediately took a calming sip of.
Jim dropped into the chair to his left, wearing his biggest shit-eating grin. "Table's grown by one tonight," he said smugly.
McCoy took a larger calming sip of his drink. He foresaw many to follow—Chekov was going over the hierarchy of winning hands and Spock was taking notes.
Your Mom
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