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POSSESSED! - Augusta Elton

What did it mean, that look? I cannot match it with any expression I have ever seen. It had, in its characteristics of narrowed, darkened eyes and set lip, the expression of anger, yet it was not anger alone; it had a mixture of . Of betrayal, yes. I have seen that looking out through the eyes of another recently

DRINK TO ME ONLY - Leigh Biedeaux

Kirk hurried into the bar, taking a moment to shake the raindrops from his hair, wiping the water from his face and gold-clad arms and chest. Only then did he look up to get his bearings.

"Wow!" came an appreciative exclamation. This isn't your run-of-the-mill bar. Or restaurant either, for that matter. . . .

WATCHING THE SUNRISE - Vera Barga

Now that the situation was over, he was required to analyze it. How had it affected him his command his relationships with the crew and his officers? Starfleet did not require this, he did. . . .

PRIVATE MOMENTS - Charlotte Frost

Kirk was unable to suppress a groan as he attempted to straighten himself from his sagging position. Everything hurt. But most annoying was having his hands chained together above his head. He had been in that position for countless hours, and any weight taken off his weary feet put even more unbearable pressure on his weary arms.

FACE TO FACE - Pat Charles

"How can you have gained that much weight?" demanded Doctor Leonard McCoy. "I've only been away a month, and look at you." He prodded accusingly at the captain's well-covered ribcage. "What have you been doing . . . ?"

THROUGH RAINDROPS AND SUNSHINE - Sandee Maxwell

Keen blue eyes took in the haunted features and the too-lean frame of the approaching figure. The past five months had taken their toll. McCoy understood how the Vulcan felt.

There had been nothing that they could have done, however, to prevent the tragedy. His duty, though, was to the living. It was time for them to put the past into perspective.

AND MATE IN ONE - Roberta Haga

"Captain, I trust this message finds you well. I am extremely sorry to have to report that due to equipment malfunction, the research has been delayed and now looks to need an unspecified amount of time to complete." A pause Kirk heard a deep breath. "T'hy'la, my dreams are filled with you, and though my days are busy, there is a second in every minute when I think of you. This is our first time apart, and I have discovered the true meaning of the words I miss you. Spock." Kirk keyed the computer to put the message into his personal file. "What the fuck is he talking about?" he murmured.

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January 1987