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Accidents by falseeeyelashes (NC-17)
Fandom: STAR TREK: REBOOT
Pairing: McCoy/Chapel
Length: 8,300+ words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
falseeeyelashes
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:falseeeyelashes writes fabulous stories across a range of fandoms and pairings and Accidents is no exception. Written as a way to combine a series of fic cliches into one story, falseeeyelashes shows us the evolution of Chapel and McCoy's relationship -- from their first meeting at the Academy, to all the times that are going to come after it. Subtitled "Four Ways This Never Should Have Happened (also known as, four clichés to get you into bed)", and containing excellent characterisations and writing, Accidents is angsty, dramatic, funny, sexy and entertaining from start to finish.
Excerpt:
People are like anything else – patterns inevitably emerge.
Christine sticks to her same study schedule and haunts the same corner of the library and McCoy picks up on this. A begrudging friendship forms, if only out of routine habit, out of the shared studying and the comparing of notes and diagrams.
It’s nice. It’s not that Christine has ever wanted for friends, it’s not that she walks alone or hides behind her studies, but it’s nice. McCoy’s different.
She’ll call him “old man” and he’ll feign offense. He’ll make sexist remarks and jabs she is never sure if he means or not, but she’ll school him in the basics of feminist theory all the same. They try and one-up each other with tales of past anecdotes and stupid, drunken decisions. They talk about the Old South and whether bourbon trumps whiskey and they talk about that boy she thought she was going to marry that one time and he talks about that woman he actually did marry, and her roommate mocks her.
“I’m going to come home some night and you’re going to have, like, a stethoscope hanging on the doorknob,” she said, once.
Christine had frowned.
“That doesn’t even make sense. Why would we have a stethoscope?”
The roommate waved her hand like some dead prophet or two-bit gypsy fortune teller.
“Wait and see. You wait and see.”
And of course she was right. She was always right.
Accidents
Pairing: McCoy/Chapel
Length: 8,300+ words
Author on LJ:
falseeeyelashesAuthor Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
falseeeyelashes writes fabulous stories across a range of fandoms and pairings and Accidents is no exception. Written as a way to combine a series of fic cliches into one story, falseeeyelashes shows us the evolution of Chapel and McCoy's relationship -- from their first meeting at the Academy, to all the times that are going to come after it. Subtitled "Four Ways This Never Should Have Happened (also known as, four clichés to get you into bed)", and containing excellent characterisations and writing, Accidents is angsty, dramatic, funny, sexy and entertaining from start to finish.Excerpt:
People are like anything else – patterns inevitably emerge.
Christine sticks to her same study schedule and haunts the same corner of the library and McCoy picks up on this. A begrudging friendship forms, if only out of routine habit, out of the shared studying and the comparing of notes and diagrams.
It’s nice. It’s not that Christine has ever wanted for friends, it’s not that she walks alone or hides behind her studies, but it’s nice. McCoy’s different.
She’ll call him “old man” and he’ll feign offense. He’ll make sexist remarks and jabs she is never sure if he means or not, but she’ll school him in the basics of feminist theory all the same. They try and one-up each other with tales of past anecdotes and stupid, drunken decisions. They talk about the Old South and whether bourbon trumps whiskey and they talk about that boy she thought she was going to marry that one time and he talks about that woman he actually did marry, and her roommate mocks her.
“I’m going to come home some night and you’re going to have, like, a stethoscope hanging on the doorknob,” she said, once.
Christine had frowned.
“That doesn’t even make sense. Why would we have a stethoscope?”
The roommate waved her hand like some dead prophet or two-bit gypsy fortune teller.
“Wait and see. You wait and see.”
And of course she was right. She was always right.
Accidents