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SEEN IN A MIRROR DARKLY - Jonni Corday

"Quit interfering where it doesn't concern you, Spock," Kirk demanded. "This is my ship and I will do as I please."

"Captain, I submitted to your command to destroy the Halkans, not because I agreed with you, but because the Empire demanded it of you, and there was no choice."

"There is no logical reason for destroying them."

"Those are my orders, Spock. Will you disobey them?"

EVERYONE'S GOT A PRICE - Karla Kelly

The shuttle circled the ISS Enterprise slowly. Newly appointed Captain James Kirk drank in the beauty of the silver ship against the black void of space. He didn't try to hide his pleasure.

After all, this was what he'd worked for all his life. All his . . . life.

REVENGE - Greta Foulard

Kirk stalked onto the bridge, glared at the guards flanking the turbo doors, returning their salutes half- heartedly before proceeding to the science station.

Spock looked up at his captain's approach, sighing inaudibly at the ugly scowl Kirk had been wearing ever since Halka.

THE CONCEPT OF LOVE - Jean Gabriel

"Just quit squirming, Jim, and we'll get this over with as soon as possible." McCoy's gruff voice attempted to calm his friend, who was lying face down on the examining table.

"Just hurry up, will you?" Kirk winced as the doctor examined the tiny bites on his bare buttocks. "Those damn tribbles! How was I supposed to know they had such sharp teeth?"

PAS DE DEUX - Kate Singer

James Kirk had tasted a man's semen only once his own, long ago on a fingertip, in a moment of drunken curiosity But now he knew by the wild, erratic thrust and springboard tension, that in addition to the heat and bulk of the alien organ, he was about to have his virgin mouth filled with viscous fluid.

PLAYING WITH FIRE - Charlotte Frost

Kirk resisted the urge to place his hands over his ears. The noise was relentless; its harsh-soft sound beginning again just when he thought it may have stopped for good, or at least a little while. He stood and restlessly paced to the mouth of the cave, but he'd made the journey many times that past four days . . . .

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June 1992