As time has passed, all of us have become really comfortable around each other. All the actors – we’ve definitely gotten a lot sillier. There’s definitely a lot more singing when we shoot, a lot more dancing when we shoot, a lot more silly jokes and impressions that won’t stop and then we don’t hear “action” and we just keep doing our dumb impressions while everyone’s like: “We’re shooting.”
For people asking where these are from: Episode 13 of After Trek! Around the 9 minute mark.
I got @thousand-miless as my recipient for this wonderful exchange. The prompt I have written for them is: Lorca gets injured. Michael is surprised by how worried she is. Instead of dealing with it she hides. A confrontation follows.
Set post S1, with a couple of adjustments to canon that you’ll soon discover! I hope you all enjoy!
Rated: G
With the exception of a few hurried movements and some barely contained whispers in small alcoves of the corridors, there was little to indicate that anything was different aboard the USS Discovery. The ship was holding its position 12 light years from the nearest planet, home to a small population of a relatively unknown race that had links to the new, united Klingon empire. The crew were recovering and analysing the results of the latest mission, the same mission that was supposed to have been simple and inconsequential in the grand scheme of the post-war Federation.
However things, Michael had learned swiftly, rarely went completely to plan.
The comms badge pinned to her chest chirped again, but Michael continued to ignore it as she rushed through the dark corridors, avoiding eye contact with all of the other crew members she passed. News of the incident had spread like wildfire through the ship, although Michael had been on the bridge to hear the mayday call first hand. Six members of the crew had traveled down to the planet for the diplomatic mission, and while six had returned, there was a strong possibility that one of the number would succumb to his injuries.
As Michael walked through the corridor, determined not to break into anything that could be considered a run, her mind raced back to the last time she had been summoned by her captain to the medical bay. It had been, she finally decided, the day that they had intercepted the Enterprise; the day they had received their latest prisoner.
That had been 8 months, 2 weeks and 4 days ago.
8 months, 2 weeks and 4 days since their so called victory on Qo’noS, since they intercepted the Enterprise, since her brother had informed her that someone had followed Discovery back from their trip into the alternate universe.
It had been 8 months, 2 weeks and 4 days since Gabriel Lorca had reappeared in her life.
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