Introduction and some Crossover Slash

[murf1307.livejournal.com]

Name: Murf
Age: 16
Location: Long Island, NY (like Rossi!)
Favorite TV Show: Either CM or Star Trek: The Original Slash Series.
Other Shows Watched: I went through a Law & Order phase a while back, and a Bones phase.  But mainly, I don't watch TV
Favorite Quote: This is a very difficult question -- I love quotes.  Dangit... Uhh...Ah! Got it!  Here:
Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.
Sam: I know.  It's all wrong.  By rights we shouldn't even be here.  But we are.  It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo.  The ones that really mattered.  Full of darkness and danger, they were.  And sometimes you didn't want to know the end.  Because how could the end be happy?  How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?  But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow.  Even darkness must pass.  A new day will come.  And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.  Those were the stories that stayed with you.  That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why.  But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand.  I know now.  Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't.  They kept going.  Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What have we got to hold on to, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.
It's absolutely true -- the best stories are full of darkness and danger, and the heroes do have the chance to turn back, but they don't.  It's also why I want to be a writer; writers find those heroes, and that darkness and danger, and we put two and two together to make fish.
Favorite Color: Maroons, dark reds.  They're calming; comfortable.
If I was a criminal, I would be... I'd be a serial killer.  But I think that I'd be short-lived -- I'm prone to overthinking things, and I'm horrible when my plans for anything are thrown off.  Any profiler, hell, any cop worth their salt would get me within a week after they connect the crimes.

So, uhm, yeah.  I'm participating over at crimeland  (if you've not heard, it's a competition community where members are divided into four teams, and challenges are posted, and each team tries to get the most points within a given "case."  We're on case six.  If you join, and mention me in your sign-up, my team -- Team Reid -- gets extra points.), and I missed the deadline for the crossover challenge, so I figured I'd post the fic I wrote for that here.

Title: Stranger

Fandom: CM/Star Trek

Genre: Angst/Romance

Pairings: implied Kirk/Spock, implied one-sided Reid/Kirk.

Summary: When Kirk and Spock go shopping for materials for Spock’s “stone knives and bearskins” computer during “City on the Edge of Forever,” they run into a young shopkeeper.
Author's Note: As you may have noticed, I'm a rampant slasher.  Please forgive me if this seems too strange for a first offering!

 

 

 

The truth is the two of us ain't never gonna touch...

 

“Yes?”  He hardly looks up from his book as the two men enter the shop.  He knows they’re there, of course.  He can hear their gaits – one is taller than the other, but both are surefooted as they enter.

 

“Do you happen to sell radio tubing?”  The low rumble of the taller one’s voice is slightly stilted, slightly accented.  English is not his first language.

 

“Yes.”  Still, he doesn’t bother to look up, though he’s reading with only half his attention now, listening to their footsteps go about the shop.  The shorter one stops, though, nearby.  At the counter.

 

There is a moment of silence as the shorter one looks at him.

 

“Can you…actually read that fast?”

 

“Yes.”

 

The silence returns, broken only by the taller one’s footsteps, the shorter one’s steady breathing, and the turning of pages.

 

“What’s your name?”

 

Now he looks up.  “Spencer.”  It’s not much, but it’s something, and seems to satisfy the other man.

 

Now that Spencer looks at him properly, it’s difficult to look away.  The man has a stocky build, hazel eyes, short, not-quite-blond hair.  He looks athletic, but his eyes are those of someone who reads.  Somebody who thinks.

 

He smiles, then.  Not many people smile in these difficult times, not honestly, but this man does.  Spencer blinks, feels something in him trying to smile back.

 

Spencer has not smiled in a very, very long time.  He’s not sure he remembers how to smile.

 

The taller man is finished.  Part of Spencer notices, and that is the part that takes care of the monetary transaction while the rest of him cannot tear away from the shorter man’s smile, which does not fade, though it passes to the taller man, and, if anything, brightens.  Something in Spencer breaks to see it.

 

Something in Spencer breaks when they leave.

 

And I wave to my stranger on a train.

 

Comments

[moon-blitz.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the comm.! Oh man, I love the fic! 'The City on the Edge of Forever' is one of my favourite episodes, and it's great to see a fic set during it. And crossed over with Criminal Minds, no less! ^_^

[murf1307.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I love that episode,too.

[drabbles-by-v.livejournal.com]

Short but good. :) I was disappointed when it ended so quickly, I really got the sense of Spencer's loneliness through very few words. Plus, Kirk/Spock in a CM crossover? Love. Now I want them to take Spencer with them!

[murf1307.livejournal.com]

I actually have a bit of an AU in my head where that might be possible...