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Title: Waiting For The Call of Death
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Word count: 81
Prompt: Tonight (+1)
Total points earned: 23
Tonight, like every night for the last eleven months Christopher waits for death. His savior in dark, wraith held high in hand letting loose of the bounds of earth. Once strong, once brave once a source of respect and admiration, now he creates just pity in others eyes. Called brave, congratulated for his actions, truth is he won't do it again. In sleep Christopher returns to life as it was before, treasuring it never wishing to wake, hoping death does arrive.
Title: Hang Over Cure
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Word count: 194
Prompt: Undulate +2
Total points earned: 25
Philip dips his fingers into the cup undulating the liquid gently as humming a diddy with neither words or real music. He didn't need a mirror to tell him his eyes were blood shot, with pupils the size of pin heads. He was a doctor after all.
"Captain Pike to Boyce." The doctor attempts to place the martini on the table, attempt resulted in landing on the ground, glasses scattered about.
"Boyce here."
"Get ready for caculaties there was an incident in the engine room."
"Understood." Philip walks gingerly towards a hyper spray injecting himself, all symptoms of the drink and four previous vanish.
Title: Only A Chair?
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Word count: 88
Prompt: Vacant +2
Total points earned: 27
The chair was vacant, calling out to him. He spins in his own to look at it what would be the harm? It was only a chair, its position on the deck didn't alter that, and it did look comfortable. Cautiously he stands from his own leaving the helm unattended, just as he is about to place himself down on the new one the door slide open.
"Thanks for keeping my seat warm Lieutenant."
"Certainally Captain." He blushes embarrassed, not noticing the kind smile being offered towards him.
Title:
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Word count: 76
Prompt: Machine +3 (double to 6)
Total points earned: 33
It occurred that half the people who referred to him as machine meant it has a compliment, while the other half meant as a form of an insult. He failed it see how it would be insult, machines are for superior, even more so than Vulcans, nearly completing perfect. A machine won't allow people and their relationship get in the way, always focusing at the task on hand, able to correct situations others fail to notice.
Title: Blending
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Word count: 84
Prompt: Opposite +2 (double to 4)
Total points earned: 37
"Yeoman?" As if magic she was by his side as the last syllable escapes his lips.
"Yes Captain?"
"How did you get here so fast?"
"Sir?"
"It's a easy question, how did you get here from the opposite side of the room so quickly?"
"Sir I was just over there," She points to the console behind him.
"Really?" She nods, ignoring her hurt that again she blended into the equipment and walls. "No matter please give his report to the Doctor."
"Right away sir."
Title: Winning Vs. Losing
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Word count: 112
Prompt: Abalone +2 (double to 4)
Total points earned: 41
"I win." Christopher sighed pushing his pieces forward on the table.
"Tell me Spock why do I play when I know I am just going to lose?"
"It would be illogical to assume what is going on in your head sir."
"Ah humor me." Humor, a human emotion and one he really didn't understand.
"Perhaps you are never seizing perfectionist who as convinced yourself with the more plays the closer you are to winning; when actuality your techtic as faltered."
"Winning isn't everything Spock, especially in a game of abalone. I believe I play for the communitary and kinship."
"Than why do you care if you lose?"
"I suppose I don't. Again?"