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RHAPSODY IN BLUE - Janis E. Laine
"Drunk!" God's teeth, Spock, you're drunk!" The reproach in Kirk's voice penetrated Spock's phantom imagery and he stood, drawing himself rigidly upright.
"I?" he replied frostily.
"Look at yourself," Kirk raged. "Where's your tricorder? Where in hell's your phaser? You don't even have your boot-dagger."
Spock inclined his head to stare down at himself. "I do seem to be . . . lacking those particular items . . . ." The dark eyes came up, meeting Kirk's glare with a vulnerability never seen before.
RISK IN THE MIRROR - Greta Foulard
"You're leaving in the morning?" Kirk wasn't sure he'd heard Spock's plans clearly.
"Affirmative." Spock glanced at Kirk, only then becoming fully aware that his vision was slightly blurred. Blinking his eyes did no good and now, he was beginning to feel a stinging sensation in his stomach. Obviously, there was something besides alcohol in the wine. Spock quickly surveyed the human, expecting some signs of drugging for Kirk was drinking from the same bottle.
In an instant, Kirk made up his drunken mind. He had always taken what he wanted.
Spock would be just one more thing he wanted. He got to his feet, walked directly behind the bar, opened the secret compartment and withdrew a small phaser. He thumbed a stun-setting, aimed and fired.
SWALLOW THE FIRE - Sharon Pillsbury
"Be still, human!" Spock's fingers played across the smooth chest. "Do you know of Vulcan bondings?"
Kirk shook his head, afraid any spoken answer would reveal his terror.
"A mental bonding is formed by a meld at the time of orgasm." Spock spoke each word with a blunt coldness. "The bond insures an exclusive sexual joining since bondmates will only be drawn to one another. But there is another, more important factor: when one of the bonded pair dies, the other follows his mate into death. Do you understand?"
"Damn right I do!" Kirk's fear fled, replaced by outrage. "You're going to do something to my mind so that I don't dare have you killed!"
Spock regarded him without compassion. "Exactly. I also intend to do something to your body. I will take you."
"Rape me, you mean!" Kirk swung a fist at the Vulcan's face but Spock deftly reflected the blow. He grasped Kirk's hands and flung him onto the floor.
SINS OF THE FATHER - Kay Wells
McCoy studied the distraught figure on the bed. He opted for honesty, thankful the human was strapped down. "Spock had sent for two guards from his father's personal corps," he said calmly.
"He what?" Kirk exploded, raising his head in an attempt to get up. He dropped back down as he realized how helpless he was. "Bones, I've never asked anyone for anything my whole life."
THIRD LAW - Addison Reed (Sequel to "Second Action" WTM 1)
"Plans didn't work out, Spock."
"Jim," the old urge to pull Kirk into his arms and comfort him came back full force. It had drawn them together once, when the captain's shaky career had thrown him into a nightmarish and demoralizing drug addiction. Sensing his intentions, Kirk tensed, his upturned palm flashing between them. "Don't."
"Something is wrong. I only wish to help."
POETRY
by Michelle Perry, H.E. Radei, Lillian Dwan.
COVERS
by Chris Soto.
ART
by Shellie Whild, Virginia Lee Smith, Jackie Zoost, SBL, Kay Wells, Dragon.
1989
