Just because Kirk could turn his mind away from certain thoughts, just because he often chose compartmentalization as a strategy, did not mean he did not think. But his thought processes were undisciplined, erratic, impetuous. He could plan, and his plans could (sometimes) go off without a hitch. But he was better at on-the-fly decisions, gauging ( Read more... )

He woke, remembering instantly where he was. The room--no, the blanket tucked around him--smelled of McCoy, of expensive shower things and a faint tang of blood. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, until his searching eyes fell on the bag in the corner. The flaps were tucked securely together, but he could see Sulu's eyes staring sightlessly back just ( Read more... )

James T. Kirk lay awake in the pull-out sofa bed, staring at the dark-invisible ceiling and wondering what the fuck was going on ( Read more... )

There was a lot for him to worry about, given the size of his world now ( Read more... )