Time for a Childish Wednesday

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Greetings my darlings, I'm still classics_lover and I'm still hosting this week. To get us over Hump Day, how about Childhood? Prompts and fills can de-age adult characters, focus on canon kids, go back in time to when the characters were kids or introduce kids to the characters/fandoms you love so well. Have fun with it!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Iron Man movieverse, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Tony is a surprisingly good babysitter, which gives Pepper ideas...

+ Assassin's Creed (Renaissance Trilogy), Ezio Auditore/Sofia Sartor + Flavia, Ezio is a doting Daddy

+ Author's choice, author's choice, "Well, it turned {pronoun} into (a) kid(s)." "How can you tell?" "If {pronoun} was/were adult(s) right now, {they}'d be really annoyed by that."

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Fill, Part I - Star Trek AOS [PG]

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"The hell is that?" Leonard asked when Jim materialized on the transporter pad with the rest of the landing party.

Jim grinned and hefted the large wicker basket. "Neat, isn't it?" he asked, stepping off the pad and moving to the doctor's side while the rest of the party followed the nurse down to Medical. "One of the locals gave it to me."

Leonard raised an eyebrow. "Made some new friends, did you?"

"Aw, don't be jealous, Bones," Jim said, winking. "They just recognize awesomeness when they see it and reward it duly."

Leonard stared at the wicker contraption. It was small, maybe a foot wide by eighteen inches long. The lid was tightly secured with leather straps. "It's ugly."

"It's art," Jim said.

Leonard conceded with a shrug. "Alright, it's ugly art."

Jim sighed and hugged the basket to his chest. "You have no sense of vision, you know that?"

"It's a bunch of twigs, Jim," Leonard said, leading him out of the transporter room. "Not much to visualize beyond that."

Jim grinned and broke away from Leonard's side, heading for his quarters.

"Hey!" Leonard called after him. "You haven't been cleared yet."

"Just going to drop this off," Jim said over his shoulder. "It's getting kind of heavy."

"If you're not down in my office in five minutes I'm coming after you," Leonard said, pointing a long finger at Jim's retreating form.

Jim laughed. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both!" Leonard shouted before following the other crew members to Sickbay.

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Jim wasn't sure where to put his new basket. The desk was already crowded and the counter near the kitchenette was a little too small. There was an end table next to his bed, but then Jim would have to move the chrono and lamp.

Jim plopped the basket down onto his bed and sat next to it. It felt good to finally be off his feet. The humidity of the planet still clung to his skin and there was red clay caught under his fingernails. Dust was streaked across his face from the windstorm that had begun to pick up upon their departure and the inside of his mouth felt a little gritty.

Jim looked around his quarters. He supposed he could clear off a space on the bookshelf, but the basket was a little too wide. Knowing Jim, he'd knock it to the floor every time he walked by. He'd probably just leave it on the squat table by the door, maybe store little knick-knacky things in it.

Jim glanced down at the basket. It was a solid piece of work, not overly ornate, but still pretty. The wood fibers were a rich brown, laced through here and there with taupe and several light shades of green. The brass buckles gleamed brightly and the leather was soft under Jim's fingers.

With a sigh, Jim pushed himself to his feet. He'd already gone over his five minutes, and Leonard was the sort of man who always made good on his promises. And threats. Rubbing a palm over his dirty face, he headed for the door.

A soft gurgle sounded behind him.

Jim's steps slowed, stopped. Lowering his hand, Jim turned, blue eyes scanning the room. There was only his bedroom furniture, sheets neat and tidy and chrono ticking away the seconds. The basket sat innocently at the edge of the mattress.

The basket.

Which he'd never bothered to open while planet-side.

Which had been suspiciously heavy the whole time he'd carried it.

Which he'd probably should have had checked out before bringing back to his quarters.

"Huh," Jim muttered to himself, crossing back to the bed. Grabbing each strap in turn, Jim made quick work of threading the leather through the buckles, loosing two of them before peeling back the lid.

Brown eyes stared up at him from beneath a rough, hand-woven blanket.

Jim's own eyes widened in disbelief. "Aw, crap."

The baby gurgled again before stuffing a little fist into its mouth.

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(Continued below)

Fill, Part II - Star Trek AOS [PG]

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Leonard had just barely touched his knuckles to Jim's door when it slid open with a hiss. "Bones! Get in here," Jim said, yanking the man into his quarters and locking the door with a word once Leonard was inside.

"The hell, Jim?" Leonard asked as Jim dragged him across the room, pausing only when they were both standing next to the bed.

Leonard balked. "Jim, I'm still on duty. Can't this wait until…" His words trailed away when he glanced down at the basket.

At what the basket contained.

Leonard blinked. Jim watched him, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"That's a baby," Leonard said after a moment.

"Yeah," Jim agreed.

Leonard turned to Jim, his expression a bizarre mix of amused and outraged. "Did you know there was a baby in there?"

"Of course not!" Jim said. "Not until a moment ago when it started making noise."

As if on cue, the baby's face scrunched, eyes squeezed closed and tiny pink lips parted as it loosed a horrific cry. Jim flinched and Leonard dove forward, scooping the baby, blanket and all, into his arms. He bounced it a couple of times, settling the child's head in the crook of his elbow and smoothing the blanket over its chest. "There, there," he cooed. "Come on, now. You don't mean all that." The baby whined and kicked its little legs, but otherwise settled against Leonard's chest, brown eyes staring up at him intently.

"What's wrong with it?" Jim asked.

"Oh, I don’t know," Leonard said, keeping his voice light for the baby's sake. "Might be that it's not too fond of being kidnapped."

"Fuck," Jim muttered, sitting on the bed and watching Leonard walk back and forth across the bedroom, steps slow and measured, arms never losing the soft bounce they'd adopted. "I didn't know there was anything in there," he said again.

"Yeah, well," Leonard said, throwing a sidelong glance at Jim. "Maybe next time an indigenous tribesman gives you a basket to take home, you'll check inside the damn thing before you bring it on the ship."

Jim flopped onto his back and sighed, long and loud. "Guess I should take probably take it back."

"Probably?" Leonard sputtered. The baby hiccupped and he immediately softened his voice. "Jim, there is no probably here. Get your ass up. We're going back to the transporter room and you're taking this baby back to its family."

Jim frowned. "But it was a gift."

Leonard's brows rose nearly to his hairline. "Do you even hear yourself?" he whisper-screamed. "You can't just gift someone a baby! Especially not you."

That stung more than Jim expected. In an instant he was on his feet, blocking Leonard's path. "The hell's that supposed to mean?"

Leonard sobered, his expression placating. "Jim-"

"You think I wouldn't be a good parent?"

"When would you even have the time?" Leonard asked. "Excluding the fact that you've never given any kind of indication that you'd even want a child, you're captain of Starfleet's flagship. Oh, not to mention you're also in and out of my sickbay every couple of weeks with some life-threatening injury or other. When are you going to have time to raise a child?"

Jim frowned, eyes dropping to the baby in Leonard's arms. "I'd make the time," he said, as if that were the obvious answer.

Leonard's jaw clenched, loosened, before he said, "That's easier said than done." He ducked his head, finding Jim's gaze and holding it. "Trust me on that one. I know."

Jim lifted a hand, touched a finger to the baby's nose. The baby blinked drowsily.

"Jim," Leonard said, voice soft. "The Enterprise is no place for a baby. You know that."

He nodded slowly. "I know."

"You need to take it back. It needs to go back to its people."

"I know," Jim said. "I know."

Pulling away from the baby, he snagged the basket off his bed. He motioned for Leonard to follow him, offering him a brittle smile. "Come on," Jim said, heading for the door. "Let's get this over with."

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End.

Re: Fill, Part II - Star Trek AOS [PG]

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Ahahahaha! Oh, Jim, of course when someone gives you a gift horse, you don't check its mouth :P

Re: Fill, Part II - Star Trek AOS [PG]

[peppermint-wow.livejournal.com]

LOL, poor Jim. :D One of these days McCoy is going to smack some sense into that head of his. And if that doesn't work surgical implantation may be required. ;)

Thanks for the comment! :D