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Hell, No

Summary: A series of drabbles written to the prompt rarepair + hell, no.

Characters: multiple

Codes: multiple

Disclaimer: Paramount/CBS own all rights to the Star Trek universe and its characters, which I am borrowing without permission or intent to profit.

Notes: Guess the characters and pairings ... or skip to the cheat sheet.

Rated K

Eight: Rocket Fuelled

“Goddamn impulse drive!”

A hyperspanner glances off the bulkhead, narrowly missing a crop of red hair. The redhead turns. “I take it your fix didn’t work.”

Her companion – small, wiry, lithe, like herself – kicks a repair kit across the deck. “Hell, no,” she sulks.

“In the resistance –”

“Yeah, I know, you learned to make do. Thanks to the Klingons, so have I.” Dark eyes glower from under dark bangs. “I need a drink.”

A flask appears. She tips the whiskey back and looks up, grateful.


“Almost.” She leans in and kisses the redhead. “Now let’s fix this ship.”

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