65. Pollution65. Pollution
McCoy peered around the doorway and sighed at the listless figure on the the bed. Steeling himself, the doctor walked over and sat next to the huddled figure. Leaning back, he looked his friend over. "You alright?"
"No." The young captain uncurled and sat up, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. "But I will be."
They sat there in silence for a long while before McCoy spoke again. "I think we ought to be grateful that men can't go traversing around time on their own yet. The last thing we want to do is pollute the time stream and no man is ready for that burden yet."
Jim smiled weakly and sighed. "Right."
For another long moment they went back to silence before McCoy interjected with: "What on earth was Spock wearing on his head back there? Was that really the best you two could come up with? Man looked like a lumberjack..."
McCoy still hated time-travel but at least Jim was laughing again.
64. Pipe64. Pipe
"Wake up! Dammit, Sulu... Come on Hikaru, open your eyes!"
Scotty looked up nervously and swore to himself as the water continued to gush through the opening far too above him. Shifting the unconscious pilot in his arms, Scotty pulled out his communicator and spat out water as he flipped it open. "Scott to Enterprise. Do ye read me, Enterprise? I have wounded here, I repeat, I have-"
A sudden gush of salty sea water knocked him off his feet and the communicator flew from his hand. For a moment the engineer was lost amidst the swirling and chilling waves and any sense of direction he'd had went out the window. Then his head breached the surface of the churning waters and he had one moment to take a shuddering breath before the terrified thought of 'Hikaru!' sent him diving back into the fray. His eyes stung from the water but he pressed on, searching desperately through the darkness.
He saw the flash of gold seconds before he ran out of air and pushed forward with a Herc
63. Kiss63. Kiss
Affection was not a concept that was highly revered on Vulcan. In fact, it was slightly out of the realm of understanding for Spock. After a year or so of working with his crew-mates he began to see the advantages and repercussions.
Growing up, he hadn't been exposed to much physical affection or comfort. It was simply illogical. However when he had been small his mother had rubbed his arm, hugged him, and even kissed him on the cheek. Never in public but when they were alone she indulged in these human motherly desires; although they stopped to an extent after Spock had turned 10. Still, she managed the odd brief touches.
Jim was the kind of man who seemed to thrive on touch. A very tactile person who clapped people on the shoulder and hugged and laughed and smiled. And kissed.
On Vulcan, kissing was illogical; although a brief touch of two fingers together was an acceptable gesture between a couple. Jim, however, had no qualms about showing large amounts of aff
62. Ripe62. Ripe
Jim looked up from his drink and watched his friends absentmindedly. McCoy was in the middle of a rant about… Well, neither of them was sure of what anymore. The man lounged on the grass, leaning back on his elbows and waving his hand to enhance his point, mindless of the deep red fruit in it. Chuckling quietly, Jim picked up his own treat and bit into it before squeaking rather childishly, as the fruit seemed to explode in his mouth; the sweet juice dribbling down his chin as he wiped at it irritably. Spock raised his eyebrow as he looked up from his own fruit, which he was cutting methodically. The Vulcan reached around and picked up a piece of cloth, which Jim accepted with a sheepish little smile.
"Hard to know which ones are the right firmness." McCoy grinned as he watched the younger man roll onto his side; getting off his stomach and sitting up.
"I like the ripe ones." Jim countered. "What fun is it, if you don't get a little messy?"
"You're a Captain, try
61. Boat61. Boat
"Bones, how can you possibly be afraid of boats?"
"I'm not afraid of boats, I'm afraid of being on a tiny little boat with you two idiots and your damned luck..."
"Doctor, I assure you, the likelihood of our capsizing without significant outside aid is-"
"Spock, shut up and row."
60. Print60. Print
"I like it."
Pavel twisted his head around. "...I don't see it, Nyota."
The woman rolled her eyes as Hikaru chuckled. "You don't have to 'get it' to appreciate it. You've been hanging out with Spock too much."
"Not by choice I assure you." The young Russian leaned back and squinted. "He has some 'concerns' about the 'inaccuracy' of my coordinates lately."
Nyota laughed and accepted a drink from Hikaru, who grinned. "You're just not using enough decimals, Pasha." The young man ignored the glare being sent his way as he continued. "The characters say 'Peace' 'Harmony' and 'Life'. My grandmother gave it to me before she passed away. When she lived in Japan she sold these; they were very popular years ago."
The pretty communications officer reached out and ran a hand lightly over the edge. "And the picture's just printed onto the cloth?"
Nodding, Hikaru smiled at the wall-hanging. "It's the old city Tokyo, before the third world war."
"It's lovely." Nyota slipped an arm th