Some Trek ficlets

[obstinatecondolement]

Here's a couple of little things I wrote over the past few days.

Title: Meet Cute
Rating: General Audiences
Category: Gen
Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Characters: Leeta (Star Trek), Guinan (Star Trek)
Word count: 311

Summary: Leeta meets Guinan at Ten-Forward

Title: Sunrise, Sunset
Rating: General Audiences
Category: Gen
Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek: The Next Generation
Relationship: Alexander Rozhenko & Worf
Characters: Worf, Alexander Rozhenko
Word count: 373

Summary: It had never quite occurred to Worf that Alexander might develop a connection to his culture that was utterly alien to him.

Comments

[jkatkina]

UGH these are like popcorn chicken. You've fed me two and now I want more.

Meet Cute is the most charming name for a fic where someone meets Leeta, though I never would have imagined it Guinan and now I want to know more about how they get along! I imagine illicit games of Dom Jot afterhours in Ten Forward.

And that's so pitch-perfect, Worf and Alexander. It aches my heart to think of young Worf earnestly and nervously belting out Klingon opera, every inflection spot-on.

[obstinatecondolement]

Thanks so much! I imagine that I'll probably write some more short things as I catch up on my word count goal and/or when my original project misbehaves on me, so hopefully those will be enjoyable nuggets too.

I wrote Meet Cute as a response to a prompt to have these two meet and I figured post-canon on the Enterprise made the most sense and bonding over working in the hospitality industry made sense to me. I think they probably do get some Dom Jot games in before Leeta's stay is done alright.

Oh, god, I have so many Feelings about baby Worf learning How To Klingon all by himself. Do not even get me started.

If there are any Trek prompts you'd like me to try and tackle, don't hesitate to ask!

[jkatkina]

Well, heck! If you’re looking for requests, I would love to see some of that wee Worf learning the song of his people! Just to, you know, get you started.

[obstinatecondolement]

If it was difficult to lay your hands on recordings of Klingon opera on Gault, it was next to impossible to find sheet music of the same. Unless, that is, you happened to be in the home of Sergey and Helena Rozhenko and knew the right floorboards to prise open in the second story room that was the first on the left after the stairs.

Handwritten on real paper was a neat pile of sheet music. If it tended towards what a snob might consider the more overplayed arias, then that may have been explained by the fact that their transcriber had only a limited selection to work from. Largely material that appealed to humans, or at least to those humans who enjoyed Klingon opera.

Working with a small keyboard on his lap and a pencil gripped between his teeth, Worf listened to the piece again at one-quarter speed.

"Computer, pause audio file," he said, voice muffled by the writing implement.

He retrieved the pencil and scribbled down a further few bars and then looked it over, humming the notes and comparing it to the air in his head. He frowned and added a flat next to the second to last note.

He didn't know Klingon musical notation, so he wrote in the system that he was familiar with, feeling a little uneasy seeing those Klingon notes trapped by human staff lines. But he worked with what he had and what he had was six months of piano lessons and a lot of perseverance.

A knock startled him out of his thoughts.

"Your mother has made dinner, bubbeleh," Sergey Rozhenko's voice came through the door.

"Tell her thank you, but I'm not hungry," he lied. He was ravenous, but he was too occupied by his task to be able to even think about leaving for food.

He heard a sigh and the sound of his father's footsteps going back down the stairs. A twinge of guilt twisted in his belly. He didn't like to appear ungrateful, and he certainly wasn't comfortable mouthing off to his parents like his brother occasionally did, but something in him prevented him from going downstairs and politely eating his dinner.

"Computer, resume at one-eighth speed."

I wrote this while very tired, so I hope it's not too dreadful, lol

[jkatkina]

Ahh, oh my god! Yes! Tiny Worf being so serious about this task, working so hard all by himself -- it's so right. And I had never before considered how other alien species would notate music, but now I'm imagining swooping lines, claw-like hashes, instead of bar lines some more organic emphasis on notating the back-beat. It's such a cool concept.

You are wonderful writer, tired or not!

[obstinatecondolement]

Ahhh, thank you! ♥