100. Challenge100. Challenge
"So you're really against these ideas about upgrading?"
Jim shrugged slightly and shifted in his seat. McCoy and Spock watched as he sipped at his coffee and avoided their eyes. Spock looked at the doctor and raised an eyebrow over his tea as the older man tried again. "I get, especially after that catastrophe, that you don't want total computer take over but you have to admit that in a lot of areas it could seriously ease our way."
"Yes." Jim shrugged again. "I know that but... Look, I agree that if there are computerized ways to save lives and take some of the risk out of what we do then we should be all for it but I just don't..."
Spock and McCoy waited patiently as he finally sighed and took his eyes from his drink. "I don't want it to be easy."
"...You do not wish for the challenge to be removed." Spock realized.
"Yes... I enjoy the extra work." Jim looked at them both and smiled slightly. "I like the idea that what we do is hard and that we have to strive to
99. Guess99. Guess
Guessing games are dangerous things. Powerful and dark things. They were not things that anyone on board the Enterprise willing entered into about things that were important. But at the end of the five year mission there was little else they could do.
They guessed about why they would not be given another tour of duty. Why they were being split up into the wind. Why Jim looked sad and tired. Why McCoy wanted out of the service. Why Spock left so abruptly.
Why it all had to end.
And, as often is, there seemed to be no real answers left to give.
98. Electrical98. Electrical
Spock watched his friend as Jim leaned against the window and smiled. McCoy rambled up and peered through the window with the younger man. "That it?"
"Yeah." Jim was beaming. "The first lightbulb. Our simple race finally figured out something that would make our lives so, so much easier."
"That's all fine and good, but have you figured out a way to get us all home?"
"You're no fun." Jim pulled away from the building and walked with his friends, Spock pulling his hat lower on his head to hide his ears. The vulcan hadn't been expecting to time travel again and although he had wanted to remain hidden, Jim had worn them down and they'd gotten to see the first lightbulb be created.
The captain had been on his best behavior and the day had passed without incident. Now that they had to return to their own time though, he was beginning to become concerned. He had even less to work with this time 'round.
McCoy looked at the contraption that Spock was building and rolled hi
97. Danger97. Danger
People dealt with it in different ways.
Jim practically attracted it and always faced it head on. He could be incredibly short sighted about it when he was the only one affected but the moment one of his friends was in trouble he could see only one outcome, getting everyone out safe.
Spock never leapt in without thinking. He dealt with it the same way he dealt with everything: logically and with deep thought and concentration. He avoided it whenever possible but when it did strike there was absolutely no one better to have on your side.
Bones hated it. As a doctor he was loath to see any being injured or treated poorly but as CMO he was exposed to it all too often. Despite his aversion, he would never hesitate to intervene if it meant saving a life.
They dealt with it in their own ways over and over again during their mission. And together they found a balance that made it's appearance less and less frequent which all could agree was best.
96. Rapids96. Rapids
At the doctor's cry, the vulcan sprinted down the bank towards the river. He arrived to see his captain dragging Chekov from the frothing waters; Jim was beginning to flag and the younger man was heavy in his arms.
Despite his aversion to water, the vulcan waded in and lunged for his friend's hand. Together the men hauled their crew-mate onto the shore, McCoy running to join them.
"Easy, let me see him!" The doctor pushed past them and began to check over the russian man. Meanwhile Spock sent a concerned look at Jim who was shivering violently.
"Captain, are you well?"
"I'm fine Spock." The captain wiped at his face. "It's... A bit nippy, in there. 'S Chekov alright?"
The young man in question was hacking up water as McCoy rubbed his back soothingly. "He'll live. Dammit, I just about had a heart-attack when you two went under. The minute we get back onboard the ship you're coming to get checked out. I don't want you walking around with a concussion."