Okay, so this is what I just finished the other day. Here's the first chapter. It's kind of short, but it introduced my OC into the story. Tell me what you think.
I only own T'Pel.
"Yeah, he was just a stupid farm boy." Uhura spoke to her best friend as they settled in for their flight.
"Sounds like it." Her friend smiled.
Uhura smiled back and looked over, taking a double take. The guy from the bar was sitting down in front of her. He gave a small smile, strapping himself in.
"Never did get that first name." he said.
"Is that the guy from the bar?" her friend whispered.
"Yeah, it is." Uhura rolled her eyes.
"Oh," Kirk noticed the other girl. "I don't believe we've met." He cooed.
"She's too young for you." Uhura pulled forward in front of her.
"Oh, I'm fine." The girl put a hand on Uhura's arm. "My name's Petrova. T'Pel Petrova."
"T'Pel?" asked Kirk. "That sounds-"
"Vulcan? That's cause I am." She pushed her long, black hair behind her ear to reveal pointed ears. She smiled. "I'm only half. Long story."
"Well, I-" he was cut off by bickering across the way.
"You need a doctor." Said one of the flight officers in uniform to a man, not in any type of rank identifying attire.
"I told you people, I don't need a doctor, damn it, I am a doctor!" he argued.
"You need to get back to your seat."
"I had one in the bathroom with no windows."
"You need to get back to your seat now."
"I suffer from aviaphobia. It means fear of dying in something that flies."
"Sir, for your own safety, sit down, or else I'll make you sit down!"
He hesitated. "Fine." He sat down next to Kirk and the lady walked off.
"This is Captain Pike. We've been cleared for takeoff." The intercom sounded.
"I may throw up on you." The man told Kirk, buckling himself in.
"I think these things are pretty safe." Jim replied.
"Don't pander to me, Kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in 13 seconds. A solar flare might crop up, cook us all in our seats. And wait till you're sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles. See if you're still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding."
"Lovely." T'Pel muttered. Uhura gave her an agreed look.
"You do know that the chance that any of that happening is less than 3.23%, right?" said T'Pel.
"But there's still that chance. What's your name, Kid?"
"Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence, T'Pel."
"Well, I hate to break this to you, but Starfleet operates in space." Said Kirk.
"Yeah, well, I got nowhere else to go. The ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. All I got left is my bones." He took a swig from a small canteen and offered it to Kirk. He took it with a nod.
"Jim Kirk." He said.
"McCoy. Leonard McCoy."