Bill had never been good at gift-giving. It was one thing, giving something impersonal to somebody you didn't know especially well: a bunch of flowers here, a bottle of wine. Tickets to the theatre. But giving things to his people, his special people...that was different ( Read more... )

[OOC - posting this here because it's too damn long to fit in an LJ comment, and I can't be bothered to divide it up into several. Len someone wanted Len/Tina, and my twisted little mind somehow came up with mirror!Len. The Usual Suspects are to blame for encouraging me to actually write out the madness. I hate you all. With love ( Read more... )

This post is for the attention of len_not_spock and science_blues, because Vulcans and sort-of-Vulcans are obviously kinky sexy fuckers they both expressed interest in it when I mentioned making it the other day.

I found these on the Inter Net. I thought they were interesting. No?

( Mostly pretty girls tying each other up. Nothing grotesque - for it is art, my friends, and not pornography - but potentially your employer might not enjoy it. So don't open it in Sickbay, anyone. )

There were many things, Bill thought, which he hadn't done in a long time before arriving on the Enterprise. Sit-ups, for example. Thinking in detail about the implications of time-travel on the temporal thread, and discussing said implications at someone's party, of all places. Hell, going to a party like Jim Kirk's, the way he and Leonard used to ( Read more... )