1. Put your iTunes on shuffle and take the first 25 songs it gives you.
2. Link to the lyrics
3. Let your friends assign you a song to write a drabble to.
4. Post this to your own journal

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Request Form!

Song:
Which character of mine would you like to see?:
Do you specifically want me to try and fit your muse into the prompt?:
Are you going to do this for your journal?:

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( Song listing under here )

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While I have plenty of muses, let's go with this smaller selection for choices. Unless you desperately require me to write something for someone else D:

Lily Evans = cant_judgethis
Lela Badeau = areyou_stupid
Timothy "Tigger" Sutter = bouncybouncyfun
Hikaru Sulu = flying_plantman
Frank Flute = comeon_imaguy
Sam Aberson = toosmart_foryou

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ALSO totes feel free to give more specifics of an idea. :3
GET TO IT

Don't walk on broken legs. Please.
(Engineers? Talking to you.)

It was bound to happen. As a general rule, Starfleet officers were intelligent, interesting and driven. More specifically, those assigned to the fleet's flagship were exceptionally so. It was as if the whole ship was being run by geniuses. Attractive geniuses, at that.  And brave.  Exciting to be around.  Interesting.  So, a ship full of interesting, attractive and smart people stuck together for five years.  Clearly, just a recipe for disaster.

During Lily's first few months, she didn't venture out of the medbay too often. She went to the mess, she tried to be social in the recreational hall, but more often than not, whenever Lily wasn't working, she would comfortably hole up in her room with a PADD and a cup of tea.

It's the tea that started it, really. For some silly reason, Lily had assumed the replicator on board would actually be able to provide decent tea. Why the hell she had thought that, she still didn't know. Now, three months in, she was stuck without anything. And it wasn't as if the biscuits were any good, either. And there wasn't any weather up here. And she got another message back home from her sister, bragging about her son and --

Lily was getting cranky. Well, Len used a much more colorful phrase when he pulled the redhead aside after she bitched out an ensign for daring to get carpal tunnel syndrome. Finally, Lily had admitted that she had run out of tea and when Len stopped laughing at her, he suggested she steal from some Scotty.

And, well, that was how it started.  Len's fault, as always.  It started with begging tea off of him, which quickly became sharing a cuppa once in a while, then regularly, then every time they could both manage to sneak away during tea time. It was comforting, chatting and bitching in that familiar way, just around four o'clock. Scotty had fiddled with his own replicator so they even got rather terrific muffins and jam, although they did try not to spoil themselves.  And through her months of counting on the mess hall, Lily had found at least a few recipes that they didn't mess up, so once in a while they even had chocolate bundt cake.

Lily hadn't even realized how much she had missed the sound of -- alright, not her own accent, but she had gone to school in Scotland, after all. They talked about sheep.  And -- tartan.  And, of course, there were the sheep.  A whole afternoon was taken up with bickering about whether or not the Prince was cheating on his wife with the nanny (of course he wasn't: he was royalty, after all!  Lily was sure he was better than that.).  They even knew some of the same small towns in northern Scotland, sharing stories about the same bums and the same pubs.

And, like every damn person on the crew, he was brilliant. At first, he had pretty regularly completely confounded the doctor whenever he started in on anything about the ship and the engines and how warp drive worked, and it wasn't as if Scotty understood too much about genetics and the different diseases making their slow, steady way through the crew.  It took a dozen or so tea times dedicated solely to explaining to the other the basics of their fields before they could really complain in detail.

And it was amazing.  Lily started to plan her whole days around tea time, jumping at any opportunity to go down to engineering she could.  Len gave her a few strange looks -- strange looks quickly evolving to knowing glances.  On one level, Lily knew she was steadily developing a crush on the Scottish engineer, and she was equally aware that he seemed to see her as a little sister.  Obviously, it was a bad idea.  The crush, that was.  She couldn't quite convince herself of that, though.  Where was the harm in feeling a little floaty after spotting Scotty in the hall?  What was the problem with daydreaming once in a while?  It was just fun.  But she refused to confirm anything, even when Len had snuck a few drinks into her.  Even when the nurses grilled her for whether or not Scotty ever wore kilts -- and if he wore them traditionally. 

All she knew was that her heart leaped at the thought of muffins and tea.  That having a little bit of home was all she needed.  That maybe one day, he'd feel the sort of exuberance for her that he clearly felt for the ship.  But, well.  Lily was pretty good with accepting things as they were.  So tea would do for now.

I miss baking. Need fresh cupcakes.

An adventure in Gabriel's kitchen later...

I'm going to get so fat.

Her first kiss was with Remus Lupin in the halls heading to DADA, in first year. They had left lunch early so they could study, but had misjudged the distance between the library and the classroom and now were rushing to get to McGonagall's class before they were marked late. Remus's robes were a bit too long and Lily wasn't watching where she was putting her feet, her cheeks flushed with nervous excitement as they rushed through the corridors, avoiding being stepped on by older and larger students. Lily had caught the hem of Remus's robe under her shoe, pulling him down and then stumbling over him as he fell. Their books went every which way, her skirt flipped up almost to an embarrassing degree, and Remus looked absolutely mortified when he saw one of his books had fallen so a few pages were crumpled.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Remus, I'm sorry," Lily blathered, her blush deepening as the two of them gathered their books and quills and ink -- luckily nothing had broke. At least that section of the hallway was relatively empty and they didn't have to worry about getting their fingers stepped upon.

Biting his lip and trying quickly to smooth out the pages in his History text, Remus smiled hesitantly over at the girl. "It's okay. We just, um, had better hurry up or else we'll really be late." He offered a hand up to Lily, the young boy's face earnest and open, a few years too early to feel awkward about touching a girl so pretty in any way.

Lily, though, felt her heart give a little leap as she took his hand and pulled herself up, clutching her books to her chest, a quill stuck behind her ear. On impulse, taking the courage that had put her into Gryffindor, she tipped forward as she stood and kissed Remus full on the lips. "Thanks!" The girl smiled happily, tilting back and pulling his hand as she started to run down the hallway again. If they didn't talk about it, if she kept them moving, then it'd just be a friendly gesture between friends.

And although Remus stilled for a moment or two before he allowed himself to be tugged along, he didn't bring it up again. And although Lily, later that week, confessed to Severus that she had kissed Remus Lupin, she never tried it again. Not after how upset Severus seemed or how good a friend Remus insisted on being. But it was a good kiss, for being so short and sweet and thoughtless.

( Three more scenes of kissing. Warning: one is rather explicit. )

(( This is completely not binding to any of the other characters mentioned here. Something mentioned in starfleeting chat made me think and, well. Yes. ))

Lily let out a quiet breath as she started to wake up, curling into herself for a moment before stretching. And... her hand touched someone. That was strange. She opened her eyes, pulling back her hand to brush some of her mussed red hair out of her eyes. This wasn't her room. And this wasn't her blanket. And that was someone facing away from her, long blonde hair strewn across the pillow and -- yes, a little in Lily's mouth. Where was she?

She closed her eyes again, frowning in thought. Last night, a group of med students had gone down to the local dive. That's right. End of mid-terms and all, everyone needed to unwind. They had even met up with a few students from other branches of Starfleet Academy. Things had gotten a little out of control. Lily had drank more than she should've, probably, and her apartment was clear on the other side of campus. She was still wearing a shirt. That was a good sign. No pants, but honestly that was just how Lily normally slept.

Although the person next to her in bed, who was starting to shift a little, wasn't wearing a shirt. And Lily couldn't tell if they were wearing pants. Oh, hell, let's not be vague: if she was wearing pants.

Lily pushed herself up on an elbow, rubbing fingers into her eyes, and trying to get a better look at this girl whose bed she was in. She knew too many blondes, but not too many that she was close enough friends with to crash at their place after a night out. And to share a bed? That was a little strange.

As if conscious of the redhead's gaze, the blonde turned over. Christine Chapel smiled sleepily up at the other young woman. Lily blinked in surprise, but -- well, at least she knew Chris from a few of their shared classes. They had taken Introduction to Ethics together just last quarter, after all. She returned the smile, flopping back down onto the bed with abstract thoughts of falling asleep again for an hour or two.

"How'd you sleep?" Chris asked quietly, turning onto her side to face Lily.

But Lily didn't quite get to answer because, well -- it seemed Christine remembered a little more than Lily did about the night before, because she comfortably and confidently leaned forward and planted a friendly, warm and quickly tongue-filled kiss on Lily.

Well, that -- that was -- unexpected! And strange and not something Lily ever would have looked for, but. Um. It wasn't a bad kiss, after all, and Lily was so tired and comfortable. What could she do but reach up to push back some of Christine's blonde hair and happily deepen the kiss? Absolutely nothing, that's what.

Lily smiled widely at the woman sitting across from her, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "Scarlett, I have fantastic news."

The heavily pregnant Engineer in front of her returned her grin, although because of her large stomach she couldn't quite match the doctor's posture.  "Go on, go on."

"Well, first of all, there's absolutely nothing wrong with your little boy.  He is quite possibly the healthiest baby I've ever seen," Lily said, shrugging a little.  "Seriously, you and your husband did good.  I know you were worried about the decreased movement, but that's just because he's reaching just over five pounds.  He just can't move around as much anymore.  You're going to need to pee a lot more in the coming weeks, so don't worry about that, either."

Lily pulled out her medPADD, flipping through a few applications to pull up the images of Scarlett's child she had developed the night before.  Before passing the PADD over, she clicked open a message from Tonia -- Engineering!  The Yeoman was seeing more of the ship than Lily ever was going to. 

Scarlett squealed as she zoomed in at the image of her son.  "He's so beautiful!  Oh, Jesus, can we show Mike?  Look, he has Mike's nose!  Dr. Evans, this is incredible.  I just -- thank--"

An impossible shriek of metal interrupted the woman.  Lily stood, holding out a hand to steady Scarlett's shoulder as they both looked around.  Lily tilted back to glance outside the examination room, and then --

Another sound of nails dragging down a chalkboard and they were both thrown down, against the wall, down to the floor, banged around, and all Lily could think of was the baby, the baby, was the baby okay, Scarlett, sit up -- She tried to stand, but her ankle buckled under her, twisted at an impossible angle.  There were people shouting, alarms going off, voices coming over the intercom, and all Lily could think of was the baby.

Two big (but easy to explain) changes:

1. Lily's PB has changed! Went from the adorable Molly Quinn to the beautiful Alicia Witt. Amazingly, Witt looks very similar to Quinn, so I think it's a good transition. This is because --

2. Trekking!verse is officially Lily's main verse now. Fuck canon: trekking is too much fun.

So, yes. Woo!