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WHIPS - Gena Moretti
The transporter room technician wiped his sweating palms on his pants again. Once more his mind fought through his panic to determine if he had done everything he could do in this situation. He swallowed convulsively as the next step, calling Mister Spock, became inevitable.
The only other alternative was to call the captain. He shuddered. Spock was ruthless, but fair if you did your job right. The captain was just ruthless.
END GAME - Kate Sheridan
Spock knew he'd lost the moment the door to Kirk's quarters shut behind him and the cool, humid air hit him full force, wrapping itself around his lean form. One more step and he stopped abruptly, shivering but not from the cold. The first wispy tendrils os soft steam escaping from the slightly open bathroom door reached face, caressing his cheek gently and snaking the sharp angles of his face to follow the slanted curve of a pointed ear and around the back of his head, weaving through the dark strands of hair.
DECISION TIME - Erica Bulsara
The glass door swung shut and the seal activated. Spock stood ramrod straight, his face molded into impassiveness.... His unblinking gaze remained fixed on the wall opposite as the Captain and his two loyal guards entered and took up positions by the control panel.
Kirk approached the booth and struck his most arrogant pose. "Ready for your punishment, you traitorous, green-blooded bastard?"
THE INSANE ROOT - Cyd Bascom
"Shit! I'd forgotten how hot it gets in here, Spock." Kirk wiped the sweat from his eyes, this 'walk' up the narrow winding mountain pathway in the thin air was pure hell. He was beginning to wonder if accompanying his friend had been such a good idea!
OUR SIDE OF THE MIRROR - Karin Porter
Kirk shook his head as his vision faded in and out. Across the transporter room, his eyes were momentarily drawn to Spock's, just before he felt a second wave of dematerilization.
When his vision cleared, he was still disoriented. About to snarl, lie suddenly realized the eyes that now met his, were lacking the cold, calculating edge he normal associated with his first officer....
THE MOUNTAIN HIGH - J. Mercedes
I watch him each day, closer than ever before. There is more in that closed face than the galaxy could ever know. Most know him as vicious. Not so, for only I hear him raging in his grief in his cabin at dead of night over the senseless slaughter the Empire forces us commit. Only I see the flash of pain before he covers it with soulful calluses to curse and rail against stupidity.
Why is it that no others see what lies beneath that emotional fare?
MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL - Karla Kelly
Captain Kirk stared into the full length mirror in his cabin, the towel from his recent shower hanging, forgotten, in his hand. Bastard. Gray-green eyes surveyed the reflected figure.
Bastard. Slowly his hand rose to rub across a nonexistent scar on his chest. Were you there...on Vulcan? Did you fight him? His eyes stared hard into the mirror, tying to see beyond the glass into a distant universe.
TWENTY QUESTIONS - T. Jonsey
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"Evening, Spock. Come on in. I'm almost done with this report."
"Shall I setup the chess board, Captain?"
"Go ahead. No, wait a minute... let's play something else tonight."
"Jim?"
"This report has kind of left me drained. I don't know if l achieve the level of concentration necessary for one of our chess games. Let me think a minute...."
"Jim, I will play any game with you but poker."
"Any game...?"
NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST - Scott Hunter
It is undeniable that the physical body of man must die. The human form has had a beginning and it will have an end. From the beginning to end, it is subject to the laws of the world of changing phenomena the world of Time. Time is an abstract. It cannot be held. It is beyond mortal grasp. It eludes all, escaping swiftly, silently...deadly....
TIGER BY THE TAIL - Cordelia Naismith
Space is a void. Stars so scattered that they can neither relieve its blackness nor warm its depths. Through this eternal night one pinprick of light sought another. It was contemplation of such huge emptiness that it reminded the Vulcan in the shuttle of his insignificance.
THE GORN STORY - Shelley Butler
Spock was near. Kirk did not have to look to know the Vulcan was with him. Bent over the viewer at his station, the fine body was taut with anticipation, the long fingers played a strong rhythm over the controls, the sleek cap of midnight hair gleamed in the light of the bridge. A huge ball of light appeared from out of the blackness of space. With deadly precision, it streaked silently toward its target and headed directly toward the ship.
