BELIEVE IT

[seriousfic]

Look, I know Janeway is popular in femslash circles, but as a Trekkie, it must be said...

Scotty: Cap'n, we're stranded in the Delta Quadrant! It'll take us seventy years to get home!

Music gets dramatic as Kirk scowls at this predicament, go to credits.

One hour later (counting commercials), they're home in time for everyone to laugh when Bones makes a racist joke at Spock's expense.

And Kirk sleeps with Seven, both before and after defeating the Borg with an overenunciated paradox.

ETA:

Scotty: Cap'n, it'll take us seventy years to get home!

Kirk: Damnit, Scotty, can't we go any faster?

Scotty: Aye, sir, I've coaxed a little more speed from me wee bairns and it looks like we'll be back home in three minutes.

Kirk: Excellent work, Mr. Scott. Kirk out.

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I could have sworn he did. Bunching your hands together and hitting with two fists at once is like, the only maneuver in the Starfleet personal combat handbook. Unless you have a bat'leth. The drop-kicking, that's where he went wrong. The Jem'Hadar wouldn't have stood for the drop-kicking. Damn them.