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... )

The lingering sickness from the radiation had finally passed, and after a few days of observation Jim was ready to go home, even if he didn’t say so. He’d taken walks, the first one just from the bed to the bathroom to take a shower, which had been surprisingly exhausting. Longer ones after that, up and down the hall, Bones close enough to catch ( Read more... )

Your aptitude tests are off the charts, so what is it? You like being the only genius level repeat offender in the Midwest? Maybe I love it… are we done here? I'm done…Your father was captain of a starship for twelve minutes. He saved eight hundred lives. I dare you to do better. Four years? I'll do it in three. Do you have any idea what a pain in ( Read more... )

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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... )

Their progress to Sickbay was slow, but Jim kept Paula tucked close at his side as they navigated the corridors, his head up and watchful. They didn't encounter too many people; he skirted the busier areas, taking a couple of shortcuts to avoid too much notice. He didn't think either of them wanted a show right now ( Read more... )

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