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IN NAME ONLY -D. A.Marsh

Thinking of medical information reminded McCoy that he had to update Spock's medical file. As soon as this last chore was done, he was going to treat himself to a shot of bourbon, climb into his bunk, and sleep the clock around. Entering the final amendment, he instructed the computer to incorporate it in Spock's permanent file, then reached to deactivate the screen.

The message glowing there froze his hand and brought his feet to the floor with a thump.

Patient is in violation of Starfleet Medical Regulation 367.17(c)(ii)

DUST AND SADNESS- C. Joy

Jim, what was the longest you have ever gone without sex, as an adult?" McCoy was sitting across from Captain James T. Kirk in the forward rec. room nursing his fourth drink of the evening. There was no one else in the room at the time, and the good doctor had been perfectly morose the whole evening. This inclined Kirk to indulge his friend when the conversation took this unusual turn.

OFF SCENTS -Karin Porter

They stepped off the transporter pads, after being beamed out of the cell on Planet IV 892 just in the nick of time. Kirk took his leave of McCoy and motioned for Spock to follow him to the turbo lift. "Let's go to the bridge. I'm ready to get out of here."

Spock silently raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at their prison garb, then gave a cautious sniff. "I would advise a shower and change of clothes as a more appropriate first order of business, sir."

"Smell pretty strong, do we?" the captain grinned.

ONE LAST VOYAGE- Rosemarie Heaton

Where the hell are you, Spock? I know this place is big enough to hide an army in but you'd think that someone, somewhere would have seen you. I been wandering for hours or so my feet are telling me. I've been everywhere at least twice and seen everyone twice as well. And I've not caught a glimpse of you. You seem to have vanished into thin air. This is not in the least funny, you know! Damn! Why didn't I keep my mouth shut? We'd have managed. After all, we'd been doing so for years. For God's sake, Spock, where are you?!

HUMANIZING INFLUENCES- T'rhys

"You know Spock, I'm usually pretty quick but you've lost me here. Even if I am wearing only a bathrobe, how does my giving you a birthday present get to meaning I've propositioned you?"

"It was not in the giving of the gift but in what was given."

"What do you mean? Vulcans proposition people by giving them IDIC jewelry?"

"Essentially correct."

LET ME SHOW YOU -Rosemarie Heaton

Sarek and Kirk walked down the long flight of stairs in complete silence. At the bottom, they stopped and turned round to look up at the Admiralty building. Sarek spoke for the first time since they had left the security section, "I received Spock's personal papers upon my arrival." He produced a disk and handed it to Kirk. "This was amongst them. It would appear to be a missive addressed to you."

BUTTERFLY MORNING- Malia Storm

I awaken to an overwhelming sense of well being. Without opening my eyes I alternately tighten and relax my sleep drugged muscles, flexing the joints in my legs and feet. My opening eyes goes automatically to the sleeping figure at my side. My eyes survey the sleep tossed expanse of night black hair, a delicately sculptured ear peeks out from among the silky masses.

My eyes savor the visual feast lying so peacefully against me. The proud slanted brow, the ultra thin lids graced by a lush growth of midnight colored lashes that fan out against the strongly masculine cheeks.

THE DEEP END OF EMOTION- D.A. Marsh

"Bones, I'm going to find some place quiet and call the ship," Kirk shouted into his friend's ear, attempting to be heard above the din of music and raucous voices.

"Huh, say again," McCoy shouted back. Reluctantly he swivelled away from the erotic floor show and focussed his somewhat inebriated attention on Kirk.

"I said, I'm going to find...." Kirk gave up the attempt, conceding that even his best command bellow would never be heard above the noise in the crowded bar. He pulled the communicator from the back of his belt and pantomimed making a call to the ship, pointing over his shoulder toward the door.

(INTERMISSION- Cordelia Naismith

Spock's atoms coalesced on the surface of Canopus V. A nanosecond later the first drop of precipitation landed on his newly solidified form. Like anything unpleasant, the first drop was but a prelude to more. Soon rivulets cascaded off his nose and over his dress blues. Years of parental exhortations kept him from racing through the streets, but he increased his pace along rain-slicked cobblestones. Experience had taught that no amount of speed out distanced rain so he resigned himself to spending the next two point three hours in damp clothes.

THE UNLUCKY BIRTHDAY- Fiona James

George Kirk beamed down at the hours-old infant lying in the hospital cot at his mother's bedside, satisfaction that he did not even try to hide, in his eyes. A son. Another boy to carry on the Kirk name. A brother for George Junior.

TRANSPARENT- Deanna Gray

"Captain, contact with Starbase thirty-two established. Base Commander Commodore Stelsin standing by."

"Visual, Lieutenant."

A few clicks and the stars disappeared, replaced by the image of Commodore Stelsin.

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