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PARADISE REGAINED- Taliesine

The last mission had definitely changed something in him he was beginning to hate the color green.

It had already been ten days since the Enterprise left the Omicron Ceti system, and he still couldn't bring himself to wear his green command shirt. That was the first telling sign of trouble. He normally alternated the green shirt with his regular command gold, and if he had to be honest about it, the green shirt was definitely more...appropriate. It hugged his body marvelously, outlining every curve and muscle and tendon. It was the right shirt to wear after a work-out or after a medical exam report confirming the loss of some unwanted pounds. The furtive glances that his admiring crew-women had thrown at him were ample proof of that.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but maybe he read the signs right - there were more of those sly, blushing looks every time he wore his green shirt....

FASCINATING ART (DEUX)- Sharon Travis

Stardate: Unknown, as all the devices are not working due to an ion storm and several other unfortunate circumstances.....

GAMES T'rhys

"Good Spock, you've no idea how glad I am that Capellan ambassador is finally off this ship."

Jim Kirk groaned. Locking the door, he grabbed his seated lover in a playful half-nelson. "Next time, would you please remind me what a pain they are before I volunteer us for tour guide duty?"

THE TOPIC- Nefertari

"Hmm, we haven't had such a quiet mission in many a moon. No landing parties to patch up, no broken arms or cuts, not even a small virus among the crew. First time that I was able to do all my paperwork in months."

McCoy popped his feet with a loud thud onto his desk grinning contentedly. Having company and drinking a bit of Saurian Brandy was his favorite pastime.

"You know, Jim, this is something I could get addicted to. Want another brandy?"

SOUL KEEPER- Deanna Gray

McCoy looked up, watching as Kirk entered the mess hall and got his breakfast. There was a lightness in his step that had been missing for months, and he looked like a man on the point of bursting, trying to somehow hold himself together.

"Morning, Bones," Kirk said cheerfully.

"Morning, Jim. You seem very happy today."

"Yeah? Well, why not? I am happy. It's going to be a great day."

"And just what makes this day more special than any other?"

DOWN AND OUT AND UNDER THE TABLE- Jenna Hilary Sinclair

Do not lecture me about the evils of alcohol. I am fully aware of the damage the evil elixir does to your body, specif , specif , I mean, mainly to your liver, not to mention your brain.

I can feel my brain cells dying even as I breathe. Sheesh, my breath stinks. Need a mint.

I've got the ol' alcohol lecture memorized, and I've given it more times than I can count.

One, two, uh, three, uh, uh, four geez, I'll be soundin' like one of them damn-fool Vulcans before I know it. What I mean is, I re al ize that what I've done is not a good idea. I don't usually, you know, I'm not much of a drinking man, can't be a good doctor and imbibe. I've told yeomen, ensigns, looeys, even a few let-me-salute-you sirs not to fall into this perilous trap.

CLUELESS -Karen Dates

I am NOT taking anymore of their shit!"

"Captain...."

"That was the LAST fucking straw...."

"Captain...."

"This is one damn 'INFERIOR' Human who is NOT taking anymore of their crap...."

THE CONFESSION- Malia Storm

It has been almost a month since their near fatal meeting with V'ger. The giant starship sailed though her assigned area of space graceful and impressive as the magnificent clipper ships who has plied the trade route on the seven seas of Earth. Aboard her the newer members of the crew soon integrated themselves with the older more experienced members of the crew. Soon they would be a smooth working unit, ready for any challenge that space could throw at them.

STARSCRAPER SOUL -Susan Sicafoosh

I have stepped onto this planet, this world of green and water. Massive amounts of water that have confused my body. Cells must adjust. My mother told me that it would take the two weeks prior to my induction to the academy to completely acclimatize. Judging by my sneezing, this could be a trying time if I run out of tissues.

THE ULTIMATE VULCAN- Kathy Stanis

Indulging sensual desires again. Spock stood under the hot, pelting water shower, his eyes closed. He could see again his captain's smile, could feel his captain's eyes on him...on the bridge...in front of everyone...and himself maintaining a well-practiced calm under the vibran charge of those eyes..

THE PORTRAIT, THE SANDALS AND THE SECRET- Scott Hunter

Under my balcony in the warm Diluvian night an admirer strums the strings of his lyre until they thrill and plead to the forbidden, young girl hidden behind the gratings in the house opposite. So much is she of the shadow, that I only see her when her white vestment presses forward against the lattice or a slender hand lets fall in the starlight a pale white night rose, a

Diluvian symbol of faithfulness.

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July 1998