Drabbles: Star Trek TOS
Still more for stories_100. Hey, at least I'm getting something accomplished on my days off!
Title: Waiting for a Friend
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Character: McCoy, Kirk
Words: 100
Author's Note: An epilogue to The Man Trap.
The Captain stood outside of 3F-127 and debated whether to enter. His hesitation wasn't because he'd been especially harsh on the occupant during the recent crisis so much as knowing how personally his friend took failure. Or perceived failure.
Emotionally torn between an old flame and his duty, McCoy ultimately destroyed the salt creature that had killed four crewman and threatened Kirk. But at what expense to the Doctor, whose oath and deep compassion for all living beings dictated that he never destroy life, any life?
Kirk glanced at his peace offering of Saurian brandy then pushed the door chime.
Title: Past is Prologue
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Character: McCoy, Alexander
Words: 100
Author's Note: Epilogue to Plato's Stepchildren and in tribute to the multi-talented Michael Dunn, perhaps better known as the Wild, Wild West's Doctor Miguelito Loveless.
"There really are others like me?" asked Alexander hopefully.
"All over the known universe," McCoy assured him with a warm smile.
Alexander tried to hide his doubt. He'd yet to encounter anyone his size aboard the Enterprise. McCoy understood better than the diminutive Platonian understood. The gene for dwarfism had been eradicated more than a century ago.
"Earth history is full of men and women your size." McCoy pulled up a report on the computer. "Here, see for yourself."
Alexander eagerly peered at the screen. Inventors, humanitarians, diplomats - little people all! - beginning with an infamous scientific genius of earth's 1800's . . .
Title: Diagnosis
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Character: McCoy
Words: 100
Everything hurt. Especially his head. Not to mention his throat and his tongue felt swollen. He cracked open his eyes and winced at the diffuse light.
"Where--?"
"Sickbay," replied Dr. McCoy as he came into view. "How do you feel, Yeoman?"
"Like crap, sir." Sickbay? How did he get here? Why couldn't he remember? Was he dying? It felt that way! "Will I live?"
"Well, son, you're in luck. I'm an expert in treating this particular disease. You'll be fine."
"What is it?" he asked, imagining alien malodies galore.
McCoy chuckled. "An ancient combination of shore leave and Saurian brandy."
Title: Waiting for a Friend
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Character: McCoy, Kirk
Words: 100
Author's Note: An epilogue to The Man Trap.
The Captain stood outside of 3F-127 and debated whether to enter. His hesitation wasn't because he'd been especially harsh on the occupant during the recent crisis so much as knowing how personally his friend took failure. Or perceived failure.
Emotionally torn between an old flame and his duty, McCoy ultimately destroyed the salt creature that had killed four crewman and threatened Kirk. But at what expense to the Doctor, whose oath and deep compassion for all living beings dictated that he never destroy life, any life?
Kirk glanced at his peace offering of Saurian brandy then pushed the door chime.
Title: Past is Prologue
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Character: McCoy, Alexander
Words: 100
Author's Note: Epilogue to Plato's Stepchildren and in tribute to the multi-talented Michael Dunn, perhaps better known as the Wild, Wild West's Doctor Miguelito Loveless.
"There really are others like me?" asked Alexander hopefully.
"All over the known universe," McCoy assured him with a warm smile.
Alexander tried to hide his doubt. He'd yet to encounter anyone his size aboard the Enterprise. McCoy understood better than the diminutive Platonian understood. The gene for dwarfism had been eradicated more than a century ago.
"Earth history is full of men and women your size." McCoy pulled up a report on the computer. "Here, see for yourself."
Alexander eagerly peered at the screen. Inventors, humanitarians, diplomats - little people all! - beginning with an infamous scientific genius of earth's 1800's . . .
Title: Diagnosis
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Character: McCoy
Words: 100
Everything hurt. Especially his head. Not to mention his throat and his tongue felt swollen. He cracked open his eyes and winced at the diffuse light.
"Where--?"
"Sickbay," replied Dr. McCoy as he came into view. "How do you feel, Yeoman?"
"Like crap, sir." Sickbay? How did he get here? Why couldn't he remember? Was he dying? It felt that way! "Will I live?"
"Well, son, you're in luck. I'm an expert in treating this particular disease. You'll be fine."
"What is it?" he asked, imagining alien malodies galore.
McCoy chuckled. "An ancient combination of shore leave and Saurian brandy."