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