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THE PERFECT DAY - Lee Owers Sansome

As they passed, once more, through the ornate gates of the Botanical Gardens on their way back to the city, Commander Spock of Vulcan stole a glance at his companion.

Captain James T. Kirk strolled casually beside him, hands thrust deep into the pockets of his loose cotton pants. Kirk looked relaxed and happy, head held high to face the last rays of sunshine in what had been a glorious day.

DOUBLE, DOUBLE - Karla Kelly

"Captain, I'm getting another Vulcan reading!"

Kirk's eyes never left the shimmering form on the transporter platform. "Lock on to it," he ordered, voice harsh.

The ship lurched and the translucent light that was the First Officer blinked off and on, fading only to be reestablished seconds later.

BRIGHT FLAME - Katie Berman

In one month's time the first five year mission would be over and for the first time in his life Spock had no idea what he was to do.

A TIMELY STORY - Karla Kelly

He loves to play with my hair, winding it around his fingers, looping it over my ears, chewing on it. He can spend hours combing and braiding it. This symbol of my refusal to fight again now reaches below my ass. His is just to his shoulder.

YES, HE SAID, YES - Kathy Stanis

With one last long hard thrust Spock felt inside and outside become one dazzling radiating wave of nerve- overloading and sense-dissolving release, but the whimpering groan that limped out of his mouth was a pale echo of the howls of ecstacy which had at first spilled out to flood his joinings with Kirk like a river of hot intoxicating musk.

THE FLAVOR OF GOLD - Sylvia Bond

He walked briskly through the maze of streets, and tried to shut out the roar of the city, the clatter of voices and footsteps, and the ever present high pitched, slightly off-key sound of rain spluttering against a million square feet of transparent aluminum, steel and concrete.

It hadn't taken him long to deduce where Kirk had gone, once he'd spoken to McCoy.

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September 1993