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WELCOME HOME -S. R. Benjamin

Dear Len:

I know you've been wondering what I'm doing here. Thought the Enterprise was in my blood, her engines were as much fueling my life as hers. Well, that was almost true. But I had a shock I wasn't prepared to get over, not on board. So I transferred. Or am I repeating things you already know?

TOMORROW NEVER COMES -Rosemarie Heaton

Spock paused in the doorway of the observation deck. His quarry was standing close to the large window, seemingly oblivious to everything but the stars. For a minute the Vulcan stared at this human who had, somehow, managed to manoeuvre past his defences and infiltrate his very being. No matter where the human was, he was James Kirk, nothing would take away his glow. Spock stepped into the room and walked across to where Kirk stood.

THE INTERVIEW- Karla Kelly

"Mister Spock, what is the most memorable event from your five year mission?

The first time he made love to me. After the Denebian incident when I became blind. In his cabin that night, he hugged me; then kissed me. When he tried to pull away, my lips followed his, unable to let go. A bee to honey, or rather a moth to flame.

THINGS THAT GO BUMP -Corey Fauer

"Run that by me again, Jim," McCoy said.

"Doctor," Spock said, "how will the Captain running it by you help your understanding?"

"Jim, one of these days I'm going to kill him and no court in the galaxy will convict me."

"A Vulcan court would," Spock stated.

Captain James Kirk interrupted before the pair got into a full-blown argument. "What I said was, I've inherited some property in Iowa and I thought, with shore leave due, that we could all go and take a look at it."

PERSONAL ENDEAVOR- Amanda Fox

A complete novel within the zine

How many remained? Initially it had been difficult to tell the number, but the painful moans of those in his immediate area seemed to have approximated 10. Now, though, he could make out only 4 or 5 different breathing patterns and those were very weak. If it weren't for rain that filtered through the ruins of the building, surely the number would be much lower.

SHORE LEAVE GREETINGS- Mary Ellen Fisher

~~MESSAGE SENT AT 4:00 A.M., OCEAN VIEW HOTEL, CELESTE BEACH~~

Dear friend,

I hope, you are well and are not working too hard. Surely a shore leave would be good for your health?

TRAVELOG- Karla Kelly

"As we approach space dock, we see ships of many faraway planets, bringing beings of diverse origins to enjoy the pleasures of exciting Rigel 2. Look, there's the starship, ENTERPRISE.

Word has it that the ship is just returned from a particularly dangerous voyage in which it was nearly destroyed by a 'planet eating' creature. The crew must be looking forward to the rest and recreations of Rigel 2. Charlie, see if you can find out where they're staying. Maybe we can get an interview.

If they're willing to talk, maybe I'll get a story that'll get me promoted out of the tourist beat.

SECRETS- Mary Ellen Fisher

The summer evening was warm and peaceful. A soft breeze came from the ocean drying the man's tears. He sat quietly for some time, naked feet buried in the fine white sand, face buried in his hands. The colors of sunset bathed his lonely figure in long fingers of sunset red. The color of a Vulcan sky, red as human blood....

THE UNEXPECTED GIFT- Heidi Manzone

"It's lovely, Mister Spock. Isn't it?"

Lt. Uhura had stopped in her tracks as she and Commander Spock slowly wove their way through the Maracana market.

GHOSTS- C. Joy

...True, McCoy thought, Jim was no where to be found, and they were due to beam down for the reception being held in their honor. True, Jim, had adamantly disagreed with the Ambassador's decision to attend the reception in traditional Arnwarth attire, including hair.

Also true, Jim, had been in an awful mood for the whole two week voyage to the planet.

Probably because McCoy was forced to use the growth accelerator on all of their scalps. They had to have hair the appropriate length to meet the rules of Arnwarth society. Making hair grow fast, always gave folks a headache and an itchy scalp, not a good combination. So, McCoy understood.

FORGET -Kathy Stanis

I am in control of my emotions.

In the muted lighting of the museum gallery it seemed James Kirk was his own source of illumination, and his voice, soft and close, filled Spock's mind as if they were melded. He felt the familiar aching in his fingertips. Desire. He clasped his hands behind his back.

"She's so beautiful," James Kirk said. "Look all these paintings, they're all Rayna."

THE BOUNDS OF FRIENDSHIP -Elizabeth Scott

"According to the roster, you haven't been on the bridge in ten days. McCoy says you haven't eaten for three." It was the opening line in a conversation Kirk didn't want to have but his second sense told him couldn't be delayed.

Spock did not raise his eyes from the computer console. The fire shrine blinking in the distance gave the room its only light. Darkness clung to the corners like shrouds for shameful secrets. Even the air seemed claustrophobic. Although there was no discernible odor, the room reeked of illness. Despite the suffocating heat, the thin figure shivered visibly.

WORLD'S EMBRACE -S. R. Benjamin

Nestled in the green verdant arms of majestic mountains, lofty as its owner, the mansion Kinobi reigns in stately beneficence. Its halls are sometimes silent, and sometimes they ring with the voices and footfalls of those whose stature reaches across space and time to touch the future with august grace and power. Truthfully, every Captain who ventures onto these grounds for the Captains' Summit is determined to find favor. Each surely will be the one to emerge reborn from the verbiage and pomp, heralding from these lands of Nogura's as an anointed ruler.

But it was the one who overstayed his welcome who emerged with the greatest gifts of all....

ATLANTIS STARS- Deanna Gray

His body moved smoothly through the water, his mind focused only on his rhythm. He continued to ignore the persistent, sharp twinge in his back. Stroke, stroke, breathe. At the end of the pool Kirk somersaulted over, pushing off the wall with his feet and propelling himself back into the lane. As he surfaced, his eyes caught a flash of blue and he quickened his pace.

Arriving at the other end of the pool, he hoisted up on his arms, lower body still in the water.

His eyes traveled past the booted feet, over long black pants, up the soft blue velour shirt, finally to rest on the face of his First Officer. Kirk smiled. Spock was the only one he knew who came to the pool fully dressed.

DEEP WATER- Jenna Hilary Sinclair

James Kirk went first, sweat-streaked and panting, setting as fast a pace as he dared in the deepening twilight over the rough, rock-strewn ground. Next came the woman, her weeping muffled against a gossamer scarf held to her mouth, her silver society shoes no protection for her abused feet. Then came her slender, well-bred son, his body almost a man's, his frightened eyes those of a child. The woman and the boy stayed close to the man in the gold tunic, as if merely being near him provided some safeguard.

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