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THE NIGHT MEN - Carol Turner

After their initial shock of seeing the blond wonder boy traveling the halls late at night(although he wasn't really bond and nowhere near a boy) they grew to look forward to his latevisits. After all, it was very little different from the wanderings of their first officer.

BESIDE MYSELF - Robin Hood

I hate him. I hate myself. I hate us both.

I'm surprised that I am able to feel an emotion so strong as hate at the present but his image lying there on that bunk, eyes gleaming feral thoughts, strikes and echoes back from a place within my soul that I know is now blank. He's stolen that part of me capable of emotional, reasoning thinking, and now I must intellectually tell myself that I hate the James Kirk lying in wait. Waiting for me to make a mistake.

CLOUD DRAGONS - Carolyn McTarrell

Clouds of reddish black swirled at our feet. It was a new planet, a new world. Alien and more so than normal. I felt there was something here something more than the clinging mist attempting to thwart our forward movement. Between one thought and the next something touched my skin with gentle fingers, insinuating itself between my legs with a breath of warmth. I felt . . . wanted . . . needed .. . invited.

THE SIXTH HAPPINESS - Pam Smith

Kirk, looking around while the Vulcan was gone, found his eyes settling on a piece of paper centered on the desktop. Adept at reading upside down, he deciphered the feminine scrawl and scanned the letter without thinking.

DRAGONSLAYER - Kathy Tipton

I hit him this afternoon. Called him unforgivable, vile names. With cause, it's true, but from what black pit in my mind did I dredge up such ugliness? Those damning words poured out of my mouth without thought.

WHISTLING - Sue Cameron

"Jim, don't run. Wait for me. Sit down, Jim. You must not accelerate your system. The venom won't affect . . . ." Spock, captain of the Enterprise, bit his lip.

AUTUMN LONGING - Kathy Tipton

The window was cold, frigid air seeped through the plastiseal joinings; not enough for a human to detect, but enough for a Vulcan. He stood before the glass, eyes fixed on the air pad as it grew less distinct over the passing seconds.

THE CAREFUL STRANGER - Jane Fury (novella)

As McCoy scanned the paper, he talked to himself quietly, hearing a well as reading at the same time. "Glucose, normal. Blood pressure, especially for him, normal. Testosterone, fluctuating. Iron, non-existent, as usual. Copper salts, fluctuating also . . . ." His voice dropped on reading the tiny squiggles, his brain automatically making sense of them.

LEGEND'S REST - Ellen Thacher

"Jim, it is time for you to retire for the night.

The human's head rose until his eyes met those of Rear Admiral Spock, Vulcan Ambassador to the Federation. And instead of the normal greeting one would accord such an exalted position, James Kirk grinned and stuck out his tongue.

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