ONE MAN - Karen Dates
Kirk smiled at the bearded Spock as he acknowledged that it was time to leave. He walked around the transporter console and paused a moment, placing his hand on Marlena's in a quick farewell. As the Captain turned to join his people for the return to their own universe, the door to the transporter room swished open.
James Kirk could only stare at the grimly smiling man leading three beefy security officers.
He felt his heart stop as he pulled his mouth tightly closed, eliminating any sign of the emotions that had struck his gut as his brother Sam stalked into the room.
THE BURNING - Erin Tooley
"What the hell's the matter with you, anyway?"
"There is nothing the matter. I have been working double shifts for the last week, and am understandably fatigued. I do not think it unreasonable to wish for one night of rest, without your making demands upon me."
"Demands? Why you arrogant bastard! Go ahead and rest, then. I don't need you to enjoy myself, there's plenty of fresh meat on board. I was starting to get tired of your ass anyway,"
Kirk stomped to the door of the Vulcan's cabin, "Don't bother trying to come over later, I'll have company," he sneered, then left in a whirl of anger.
FORGED IN FIRE - Taliesine
The web of deceit and murder was tightening around him, his life might end in a matter of minutes, and all that Kirk could think of was Spock.
The Vulcan's lifeless body was lying in Sickbay, the serene face not giving a hint of the agonizing ordeal he had suffered only hours earlier. His hands had uselessly clawed at his throat as the poison deadliest to Vulcans incinerated his bloodstream. It took only a few minutes, and not even the combined efforts of a baffled McCoy and a desperate Chapel could save him. One look from the Doctor told Kirk all that he needed to know. "There's nothing I can do this time," the physician said curtly before he turned away. Stalking away from the scene with his fists clenched and jaw rigid, Kirk stole one last look at his dead First Officer before he beamed down to Starbase 24.
THE NEXT STEP - Malia Storm
Detecting a sound from the adjoining room, James Kirk paused his recording and strained to hear. But only the slight movement of the air on his bare skin alerted him to the presence of someone else in the close confines of the cabin. His mind leapt to the abbreviated tunic and the gold sash he had carelessly discarded on the bed and with them his only weapons. Was someone else planning to finish the job Chekov had started? With all senses on heighten awareness he waited.
TO FACE THE TRUTH - Deanna Gray
"Damn it, damn it," Kirk cursed, smashing his hand on his desk. He hit his brandy glass, spilling it over the reports littering his desk. "Goddamit it all!" he yelled, picking up the glass and hurling it across the room. It shattered with a loud noise, glass sprinkling over the carpet in the outer room of his cabin.
Marlena stirred on the bed, but didn't wake up or perhaps was pretending to still be asleep.
He'd been brooding for about a week now, since his return from that other universe. His whole life, which had been centered on just one thing himself was now in an upheaval.
ANGELS TONGUES - Nefertari
"What is it now, Doctor? And make it short, I'm a busy man." Kirk was far away from being busy, but he hated Sickbay with all the smells of sickness, disinfectants and especially the Doctor's very personal smell Brandy.
"Sorry to disturb your... hard work, Captain, sir, but I have work here, too, and that's exactly the reason we have to talk."
WISHING IN THE MIRROR - D. A. Marsh
Captain James T. Kirk of the ISS Enterprise stood with his arms crossed over his chest, staring daggers at his unfortunate Chief Medical Officers.
"A six foot tall white rabbit?" he echoed the report McCoy had just reluctantly given him. "I thought drunks always saw pink elephants."
Meanwhile, not 50 meters away, Lt. Sulu squatted behind a bush, sighting down the barrel of the old style police special which he held between both hands. Zeroing in on the broad expanse of gold that was Kirk's back, he tightened his grip and slowly squeezed the trigger.
