18. Railroad18. Railroad
Jim woke up slowly, his head pounding and stomach feeling nauseous as his vision faded in and out. He really, REALLY hated when this happened; if he could avoid being clobbered over the head by an alien he'd be a very happy boy. He sat up, or rather, he tried to sit up. His hands were chained to the ground, or more specifically to the-
"No-o, nononononononononoNO!" Jim felt like screaming. "I-NO! You have got to be kidding me! This is not happening..."
The young man struggled violently until he overdid it slightly and fell to the ground again, wrenching his shoulder and groaning. Could this get any worse?
Then he heard the noise and closed his eyes. I. Will. Never. Hear the end of this.
Maybe he should have seen this coming; after all, this planet seemed to have reached the earth era of the cowboys and ranch hands. It just seemed so cliché, being chained to a railroad track like a damsel in distress. And now, here
17. X-Ray17. X-Ray
Spock was used to being judged. Whether on Vulcan where his human blood made him an outcast or in Starfleet where his Vulcan ways made him an oddity. So he'd learned to wear a mask, to deprive himself completely of emotion and to avoid contact with his crew-mates. In the end it worked nearly perfectly; the men and women with whom he spent his days learned that while they could rely on him entirely that he wished to be left alone. And for the most part, they respected that.
Then Christopher Pike had been replaced with a fresh faced young man who smiled too often and seemed to shun every preconceived notion of what it meant to be a captain. James T Kirk wore his emotions for all to see and had next to no understanding of personal space or Vulcan ways. At least for the the first few weeks.
The minute the young man realized he was making Spock uncomfortable the irritations all but ended. The safety net of space returned and Spock breathed a sigh of relief. But then, then J
16. Punch16. Punch
"Bones!" Jim's expressive face was stricken as he ran through the courtyard towards his friends. McCoy looked up from where a healer was attending to his leg.
"Hiya Jim. You missed the fun." Bones winced as the young woman in front of him finished tying off a bandage. Behind Jim, who had knelt next to his friend, Malcaia the leader of the indigenous people of Kalis Ty was looking around the crowd with an angry look.
"What happened here?"
Spock was standing nearby; he had another of the Kalis Ty inhabitants by the neck in his viselike grip. The Vulcan looked calm but his breathing was a little sped up. "This young man decided that we were not welcome here and attempted to attack me. Doctor McCoy came to my assistance and this man managed to injure his knee before I could subdue him."
"Bones, you okay?" Jim was shaking his head. "You know how much stronger than us these people are. Why would you-"
"That kid was askin' for it!" The doctor winced as the healer jostled him.
15. Quill15. Quill
The Captain looked up from his report as McCoy placed a tray on his desk. The doctor nodded at the slim feather sticking out from the pages of one of Jim's books and gave him a curious look. "Where'd that come from?"
The younger man grinned. "The Vicar gave it to me before we left the planet. They take such pride in their old ways that they felt like it would be a suitable gift."
McCoy picked up the feather and examined it; it was a deep black that shimmered and had highlights of deep blues. It was incredibly light and soft, the hard and pointed tip expertly crafted into a quill and capped in bronze. McCoy shook his head. "Pretty enough I suppose, they really use these still?"
"Some of the old ways still work." Jim nodded to the volume in the doctors hands. "I still prefer good old paper."
McCoy looked at the leather bound book and slipped the feather back into place. "Where'd you find this? Grimm's Fairytales? Looks old..."
"Spock bought it for me."
14. Photograph14. Photograph
"Is that an old fashioned camera?"
Ensign Pavel Chekov jumped at his best friend's voice and turned to glare at him. Hikaru Sulu had officially decided that he didn't need to knock on Pavel's door in order to come visit and for some reason the young Russian didn't mind. The sneaking up on him thing was annoying though.
"Yes, my mother sent it to me, but my uncle has modified it a little so it's workable. It's the kind where the picture comes out immediately. See?"
The young man snapped a picture before Hikaru could react, dancing out of reach and laughing as the slip of photo-paper came out. He handed it to his friend who laughed at the confused look on his face. Hikaru grinned. "I bet we could have a lot of fun with this…"
The rest of the day for the two young officers was spent taking pictures of their crewmates and ship. Most people laughed and posed for the photos but some they had to chase down; those ended up being some of the most fun ones. Hikaru ev
13. Crime13. Crime
Jim sat on his bed and stared hollowly at the file lying on the sheets. He was finally done; and he was glad to be so. This whole affair left a horrible feeling in his gut and he wanted to just…move on. He doubted he'd ever forget but he could try to move past it. He had to try…
There was knock at the door and the man straightened up. "Enter."
Spock strode in and stopped almost in the middle of the room, looking up at Jim, who was staring back. "I…Captain…"
Jim sighed and scooted over to the side of his bed, grabbing the file and moving toward the desk. "One moment, Spock." He quickly entered in the remaining information and shut the unit down, sighing heavily as he bad-temperedly shoved the Talos IV file into a drawer. Behind him Spock's eyes flashed with guilt before hardening back into his emotionless mask. Jim turned around and faced his first officer, folding his arms. "Did you need something?"
The Vulcan was out of his de
12. Vault12. Vault
“They were trapped in there for HOW long?”
“Err…a-about three hours.”
“B-but, Doctor, it wasn’t his fault.”
“Oh really? No, I’m sure it wasn’t. Getting locked in an air tight room with one of your ensigns is a totally normal occurrence and of course not the Captain’s fault. In. The. Least.”
“It…T-the Empress’s brother locked them in…it was a trap!”
“And WHY did the Empress’s brother want to lock our fearless leader in a vault?”
“Um…He…he may have flirted with the Empress during the dinner…”
11. Name11. Name
Leonard McCoy was a hell of a lot of things but patient wasn't exactly one of them. The doctor had been a part of Starfleet for a few years and he was getting a little tired of the crap he had to go through on a regular basis. Politics and red tape and whining little cadets were getting on his last nerve and he wasn't sure he was cut out to be a Medical Officer…
"I'm telling you Gary, I DO NOT need a doctor!"
McCoy looked up from his charts to see a couple of young cadets stumbling through the doors of the clinic; a tall dark haired man was struggling with a smaller, light haired kid who obviously didn't want to be there. The taller, and most likely a little older, man was tugging at his friend's arm. "Come on, you've passed out twice. Time to see a doc."
"I've dealt with a head injury before—Gary, I'm fine! I wanna go back to the dorms…"
The man ignored him and turned to a nurse. "My friend needs someone to look over an injury."
10. Rich10. Rich
"I have to protest my treatment here." Ambassador Ditr stared at Kirk as the young man led him down the hall, towards the transporters. "The down right disrespectful attitudes shown by your bridge crew, combined with that emotionless, half-breed's inability t-"
Whirling on the man, Kirk's face hardened. "Let's get something straight; that 'half-breed' is the best officer in the fleet, my first officer and my friend. I will not hear any slurs against him; I don't care how powerful you think you are."
Ditr stammered and began to flush. "You little...I can ruin you; one word from me and you'll never be promoted."
"Is that supposed to intimidate me?" Kirk's eyes flashed and Ditr found himself stepping back; the captain was almost a head shorter than the ambassador and yet he was the most intimidating person in the area. "I don't need promotion or prestige or recognition. I am happy to be where I am and surrounded by the best crew I could possibly ask for. I wouldn't continu