Spock wasn’t entirely sure who got the bright idea to bring these three together and engage in a game using numbered playing cards and multi colored disks, but Kirk had pulled out all the stops for their get together. He heard someone refer to the evening as “Boys Nights” and made the assumption that it had something to do with what Humans called ‘ ( Read more... )

In the three years McCoy had spend with Jim, only McCoy's 28th celebration had ever gone well. And even that had been completely by accident; Jim had looked absolutely pathetic trying to stop McCoy's various wounds from bleeding while simultaneously filling out a PADD with all Bones' personal information. The nurse who took pity on them and did all ( Read more... )

Admiral Pike is sitting at the head of the large conference room table, waiting patiently or as patiently as possible for the Enterprise's officers to meet with him. Giotto was supposed to be here too. Pike was thankful he wouldn't have to babysit too long ( Read more... )

then you smile again but you’re looking at me like there’s something I’m supposed to say
forgive me, Father, but I’m falling in love and that’s all I have for confession today
well maybe if you asked me on any other given day, I wouldn’t have time for you or anything that you say
it’s alright now-you can blame it on me

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There was no excuse. For Mira, there was no explanation for what had just happened. One moment she was glancing over notes she'd been working on to help perfect the fuel for the rockets, and thinking about what a primitive technology it was (but a necessary primitive precaution), and then the next she was surrounded by a group of science division ( Read more... )

     The morning after an incredible bender with Jim Kirk always made McCoy regret knowing the bastard, ever agreeing to whatever he'd done the night before, and occasionally life itself. After a few hazy minutes slowly opening his crusted eyes, splashing water on his face, and generally reacquainting himself with normal human functions, he sat in ( Read more... )

After the endless stream of hungover officers, the emotional confusion that had been Ensign Martine and Lieutenant Romaine, the always-draining conversation with Jim, and the absolute clusterfuck of a confrontation with Spock in the officer's lounge, McCoy well and truly needed a drink. Maybe five. He wasn't sure yet how many he needed, but he'd ( Read more... )

     McCoy had known about Jim's party, of course. Jim hadn't shut up about it, grinning like it was the best damn idea any Starfleet captain ever had. McCoy saw most of Jim's ideas as horrible wounds of the brain, left to fester until gangrene set in. That was around the point he had to intervene, lest Jim end up beaten within an inch of his life ( Read more... )