Jim lay in the hammock under the twisted old mesquite tree, shirt tossed on the ground next to him. He nursed a beer, his reward for not falling flat on his face after helping muck out the stalls that morning. The neighbor Pike had look after things in his absence had kept on, even after receiving word of his death, and Jim had been glad to strike ( Read more... )

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... )

Captain’s Log, Stardate 2259.101 ( 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... )

To: USS Enterprise - All ( Read more... )

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Everything had been perfect, or as perfect as possible under the circumstances. Their wedding and honeymoon had been memorable. Jim felt a fleeting sense of sadness when their time on Risa drew to a close, even though he was happy to be back on board. He loved being captain of this ship, but spending time alone with Bones had been just what they ( Read more... )

It all came down to this.

The weeks of planning and waiting were over. No more messages from Guinan, who had taken over the bulk of the planning for today but still had cornered them with the strangest questions whenever he and Bones had made an appearance in the lounge. (Jim still wasn’t sure what was the difference between “tuxedo” and “ ( Read more... )

It began as nothing serious. Just a lingering headache and some slight congestion, more annoying than anything else. He ignored it for the first couple of days, telling himself the fatigue was from his long hours, from the nights of fitful sleep, mostly spent awake worrying. Worrying about Bones. Worrying about Spock. Worrying about everything and ( Read more... )