95. Zebra95. Zebra
"We cannot keep it."
Chekov bit his lip. "But Keptin..."
Jim rubbed at his forehead in exhaustion while McCoy smiled from the sidelines. Spock was looking from the hopeful ensign to his captain with a look on his face that seemed to say, 'you're on your own'.
"Chekov..." Jim swallowed hard. "I understand that this was a gift from the High Kings and that it was a great honor for them to give it to you. I understand that there is a... certain appeal..."
The younger man wasn't pouting exactly but he was way too difficult to look at so the captain shot a desperate stare at his friends, who both looked away.
"Dammit, we CANNOT have a zebra onboard!"
94. Trick94. Trick
Spock hadn't really considered the pattern until that particular night. Perhaps it was because he was feeling more like an observer that night than a part of the scene. Jim was asleep, curled on his side and his back to them as he breathed deeply and evenly. McCoy had grabbed an extra chair from another room and was seated next to the bed, reading from a data pad. Spock watched on from his seat at the desk and considered the amount of times he had found himself in that exact seat over the months.
McCoy looked up, although Spock had not said anything, and gave him a knowing look. "You can go if you want. You're probably tired."
"I do not require rest at this time, doctor."
"No. Of course not." He stretched and sighed. "Well, I'm just glad he finally went to sleep; I was sure I'd have to sedate both of you and lock you in a room to sort this all out."
Spock allowed himself to give the other man a scathing look as he forced himself to relax slightly. "I am... grateful to
93. Tack93. Tack
Tack: to change the direction of (a sailing ship) when sailing close-hauled by turning the bow to the wind and shifting the sails so as to fall off on the other side at about the same angle as before
"Can we outrun them?!" McCoy looked calmer than the quaver in his voice suggested as he clung to the seat of their transporter with white knuckles.
Jim and Spock exchanged a look as they tried to maneuver the alien vessel. "Them? Yeah, most likely. The shock-waves when that tower comes down? Not so much." The young captain didn't sound much calmer as he looked desperately at his second in command. "Tell me you have a plan?"
"I will once one comes to mind." The vulcan frowned at the readings in front of him while McCoy closed his eyes tightly as the ship rocked violently.
Jim gritted his teeth as he lurched forward with the impact. "Left side of the ship's been compromised. Another hit could prove... problematic."
"Lord, get us out of this one and I will try my hardes
92. Warm92. Warm
Logically it made no sense. There were not many things that could actually raise the temperature of a room. An increase in the temperature of the environment due to natural causes. Or man-made heaters. The working of machinery. Nothing that one individual could manage.
His captain should not manage to warm a room with a smile.
But since when was Jim Kirk logical?
91. Luck91. Luck
"How can you still not believe in it?"
Doctor and Commander were seated in the small suite of a royal palace. McCoy was lounging on a couch and sipping from some of the local wine. He shook his head again. "We've gone through countless missions that should have offed us and even looked death in the face. Remember when we were on that ice planet and you said there was no way that Jim and Scotty could possibly pull off that stunt with the warp engines?"
"It was a statistical impossibility." Spock said calmly from his seat at the table nearby. He watched the steam rise from his tea. "It should not have succeeded."
"But it did." McCoy pressed and Spock looked at the door, beginning to hope that Jim would return from his meeting with the high priests. The doctor was getting more excited. "For all our idiocy, our crew has pulled off feats that would have destroyed anyone else. How can you not believe in luck? What do you call whatever gets Jim and I out of trouble when we ign
90. Chest90. Chest
Spock was fairly certain that Jim had been given the chest by Christopher Pike. It was the sturdy, wooden object often associated with sailors hundreds of years ago. The young captain kept it in the alcove by his bed, sometimes using it as a table, and seemed to take pride in the antique. When, after a few well played games of chess, Spock finally asked what the man used it for Jim had just smiled at new friend. The vulcan had left it at that, not wanting to pry, but the question reappeared a few years later when they and McCoy were having one of their post mission evenings. This time Jim had leaned over and opened the chest. Inside were data pads, photographs, objects from various worlds and old paper books. Jim had shrugged.
"I wanted to have things to remind me of our voyages."
Although it was a painfully human and emotional concept, Spock thought he understood.
89. Piano89. Piano
Uhura drummed her fingers on the table and stared ahead, fixated on the wall on the other side of the room. Sulu and Chekov watched nervously as she sighed heavily.
"N-Nyota?" Chekov smiled shyly. "Are you alright?"
"...'m fine, Pavel."
Sulu snorted. "Yeah, that's why you've barely spoken since you all got back. Come on, what's bothering you?"
"Maybe I'm just annoyed about that... Irritating fool down there."
"That irritating fool actually came close to killing the Captain so maybe you have a right to be upset." Sulu quipped before sighing. "But what's really going on here?"
"..." She but her lip. "He made me play the piano... I'd never played before but when he helped me... I really enjoyed it."
"Well..." Chekov shrugged. "Why don't you learn to play? My mother used to say that anything worth doing is worth working hard at."
"Wise woman, your mother." Sulu grinned.
"Of course, she is Russian after all."
As she watched the two men wrestle Uhura smiled to herself. Maybe
88. Fireflies88. Fireflies
McCoy remembered when he was eleven and one of the boys that lived on his street told him it was childish to catch fireflies.
Well, he remembered now; it was really the first time in many, many years that he'd thought about it.
But watching Chekov, Scotty and Uhura dashing around and grasping at the luminous creatures, he couldn't help but smile.
Sitting down next to Jim, he nodded at Sulu and Spock, who were trying to capture some of the insects in a jar. "What're they up to?"
"Want to study them a little." Jim said. "Trying to figure out the gene that causes the blue hue in their lights.
"Ah. Of course, they can't just appreciate the beauty, they have to look for something science related..."
Jim chuckled and leaned back against a tree. "I like this... Moments like these come so rarely. I'm glad everyone's having a good time."
Taking in the three golden-orange moons and deep navy skies, the lush trees and flower dotted bushes, and the fluttering and floating spec