To: McCoy, Leonard H., CMO
From: Kirk, James T., Capt.
Subject: Next shore leave

Bones! Next time we're home, we have to take Olivia to see the butter cow!

JTK

His dreams were disjointed and murky; just snatches of conversation or flashes of images, nothing continuous. He heard the enraged roar when the first Klingon had charged him, bitten off abruptly by the blast of phaser fire striking him squarely in the chest. Jim saw Ellison's face again, felt the shock of the blade penetrating skin and muscle, but ( Read more... )

He was on his way to Sickbay for an exam when it began. Jim stumbled forward when the ship rocked. He twisted, arms going around his belly to protect it as he fell. As he went down he heard the startled cries of others. He landed hard on his hip and scrambled to his knees, grabbing for his communicator as his ship erupted into an ordered chaos, ( Read more... )

Jim sat on the bridge as the shift changed, one hand resting against his ever-expanding belly. He was absorbed in the reports of unusual activity in the Neutral Zone; a couple of Klingon warbirds had been spotted, but so far the information was sketchy at best. He frowned as he read their orders again. Patrol the border, observe, defend if ( Read more... )

Jim eased himself down into his office chair with a sigh. He’d been on his feet most of the morning, one of those annoying days when it seemed he didn’t get to sit still for five minutes before something else required his attention. As uneventful as the past few weeks had been, so far it had been one of those days ( Read more... )

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