He hadn't expected, after last night, to be stuck in a turbolift with Tina as she delivered her baby. He hadn't expected to propose. He should have expected Tina's convenient lack of an answer, as well as Jim shoving him out of the way the minute he could ( Read more... )

His first stop had been the bar. Fuck the station--they owed him, for... for... letting him have a job, and he needed the brandy more than they did. Grabbing the bottle--then another--he stalked away, tearing through the seal and getting a head start on the liquor ( Read more... )

James was feeling good lately ( Read more... )

It probably wasn't going to work, any more than the tea party or working over the younger Kirk had. But Jim was damned if he was just going to roll over and take it, let Tina Chapel's spell have him without a fight. If it meant proving something to Marlena--though the need to prove anything to her at all made him want to punch something--so be it. ( Read more... )

( Private to Lt. Marlena Moreau )

Kirk was not happy about what he'd found last time he'd entered Marlena's quarters without announcing himself. His impulse was to tear the bastard impostor apart, in front of Marlena, just to show her ( Read more... )

The hum of the transporter beam dissipated, and it took Kirk a moment to realize he was not, as expected, on the platform in his own transporter room. A room that should have been identical to the one he had left ( Read more... )