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THE SLEEPER WAKES - Pam Smith

He drew deep, rhythmic breaths, sleeping still.

The watcher stiffened, held his breath, then leaned back against the hard wall. True, the medi-bunk was hard but more comfortable than the stools the doctors and nurses usually sat on. The lonely man pulled his legs up, tucking them close to his rear before dropping his head on upright knees. Kirk wanted to cry wanted to rage but because of the futility of either gesture, did neither.

BUTTERFLY WINGS - Karn Wills

The ground was littered, colors fluttering everywhere. Translucent forms reached for the open sky at every breath of air as the landing party sparkled into existence.

"Good grief!" McCoy bellowed when his light-abused eyes finally focused and fastened on the field full of the large wings waiving leisurely in the breeze. "What's the name of this planet, again?"

"Feather Zephyrs," the Vulcan answered matter-of-factly. "In actuality," the Vulcan paused,

"It is Serabon."

TO BELL THE CAT - Lisa Joas

Spock. Something was wrong with Spock, was all Kirk's mind could focus on as he raced into the sickbay, sliding to stop at the sight he found.

There, in the middle of the private room, stood his first officer, back pressed to the bulkhead, eyes wide with what Kirk could only describe as fear, while McCoy stood before him waving a medi-scan like a weapon.

BESIDE MYSELF II - Robin Hood

The human was angry. Spock would tell that using only his eyes but could not ascertain the reason without employing a more direct method.

"Jim, I was merely questioning you about the 'mirror' universe, to use your own terms. We should make every effort to study those mirror reflections of ourselves and their lifestyles. We did so with their counterparts while you and the others were gone."

"Yeah," Kirk growled, turning his head back to his computer to punch up a log lock. "They studied us as well, while you were all resting back here, nice and safe!"

A brow rose at the implied insult.

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 June 1990