58. Pattern58. Pattern
There it was. What everyone but Jim could see. He was transparent, he was obvious and damn, he was predictable.
A botched mission. An injured crewmember. An argument with a friend. Whatever the cause, Jim would react in very consistent ways.
If there was a mission that went wrong he would sulk, he would go over everything in his head and blame himself for whatever had happened. If anyone was injured then it was obviously his fault, he'd do whatever he could to get them well, whether it meant being there for the man or woman, or whether it meant working himself to death to fix things. And if he was at odds with someone, well, then the infamous Kirk temper would come out full force. Not a pretty sight.
But he was so predictable and fell under such easy patterns that Spock and McCoy were able to play clean-up crew within seconds of the problem emerging.
So when their eyes met over the heads of their crew-mates after Jim slunk off towards his room they knew exactly what
57. Heart57. Heart
Leonard McCoy and Spock did not become friends immediately. In fact, if one were to suggest such a thing most of the crew would outright laugh in their face. Doctor and Vulcan were very different people, Spock a logical and cool tactician and McCoy an old school and emotional grump. If Jim and Spock were fire and ice, then Spock and McCoy were oil and water. They just couldn't seem to get along and their arguments and verbal sparring became legendary among the poor men and women they worked with.
After Doctor Piper's retirement, Jim had immediately sent a request for his friend to take over as CMO. He hadn't expected them to get along, but he admitted that he'd hoped that they could at least work together without the threat of WW4. They both attempted to tone it down after one evening where Jim finally had enough and told them off in the serious 'captain' voice he almost never used off the bridge. Taking the hint, the animosity became a much quieter and subdued affair
56. Dull56. Dull
Of course he hated when his friends went stir-crazy. Grumpy and bored Jim Kirk wasn't a pleasant thing to endure. And then Spock tended to become a little more Vulcan than usual because Jim had the ability to irritate even a green blooded hobgoblin. Sulu and Chekov got into trouble more and in turn drove other crew members crazy. Uhura locked herself in her room and read and sang and Scotty drank a little bit more than he should. There were bad things about quiet, uneventful runs and missions. They were the bane of the adventurous Enterprise crew.
But McCoy rather liked those moments of mediocrity. Those were the moments where the good doctor knew that his friends were safe and sound. And that made up for a lot.
55. Gift55. Gift
"James, can I get you some tea?"
Amanda paused in her cooking and straightened; frowning quizzically at the silence that followed her question before walking to the living room. She smiled fondly at the sight of the young man wandering through the room and running his hands over the artwork and photos scattered about. She chuckled. "Obviously all of the photos are mine."
Jim looked up and grinned at her. "I had a feeling. I couldn't really imagine Serek wanting to keep pictures like these."
Amanda joined him and smiled down at the photo the young man was looking at; a picture of Spock at perhaps the age of five, and somewhat ruffled looking. The woman sighed happily. "He'd learned how to ride a hover bike his father bought him. Took some trial and error."
Soaking in the happy laughter that she never got to hear she watched as the man walked to the next table and froze. Frowning curiously, she peered over his shoulder. Jim picked up the snapshot and smiled shyly as Amand
54. Surprise54. Surprise
"One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do." -Henry Ford
McCoy sat at his desk and stared blankly at his hands, thinking over everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. He took a swig of his drink and leaned back, rubbing at his eyes and trying to still the tremble in his arms. The doctor had to make a choice between exhaustion and nightmares and quite frankly neither was very appealing. A sound from outside his office made him start. He'd told his people to get some rest and cleared out the Medbay so the last thing he'd expected was-
He let out a long sigh as he eyed his intruder and shook his head. Spock looked at McCoy with his usual blank stare from across the examination table before turning his eyes back to the second intruder. Jim was slumped over on the surface, as though he'd fallen asleep while waiting for...
"I believe he came here after ending
53. Bubble53. Bubble
Spock had never really understood the Terran phrase, 'to burst someone's bubble' until he met Jim Kirk. The very first time he turned down an offer of chess, the younger man had shrugged it off, but not before Spock saw some of light go out of his eyes, his shoulders slump and a sad twitch of his mouth. It had been eerily like a bubble popping, as though a very bright light had suddenly gone out.
Admittedly, this was a look Spock wished to avoid as much as possible.
52. Turf52. Turf
"How are they?"
McCoy looked up at the concerned looking pilot and had to admit that he was feeling just as worried. He ran his scanner over his patients again, soothing Chekov as the young man struggled slightly. The young navigator and his captain were laid out next to one another, both men mostly dead to the world. Although Chekov's injury was somewhat worse, McCoy had heavily sedated the captain, who had tried to get up one time too many.
Sulu peered around the corner nervously. "Here's hoping they got our message."
McCoy snorted as he checked his friends' bandages. "With our luck we'll-"
There was the bright blinding lights and disruptions of a teleporter and then they were in the transporter room. "-be here for a while." McCoy blinked. "Well damn... That was-" He caught sight of a somewhat flustered Vulcan hurrying over. "Oh, that explains a lot."
Between themselves and several other officers, they managed to get the two injured men to the MedBay and onto a couple
51. Cricket51. Cricket
"Am I to understand..."
Spock's voice was slower than usual, with a certain amount of disbelief that usually accompanied a strange new being or a conversation with McCoy. "That the writers wished to highlight the importance of understanding the consequences of one's actions through the idea of a conscience." The Vulcan's eyes narrowed. "And they believed that the most effective way to do so would be through a whistling insect?"
The doctor raised his glass over the sounds of Jim and Sulu doubled over in laughter as Chekov and Uhura hushed them. "You've said it before, Spock. Humans are illogical people."
Spock spared the screen in front of him with another scathing look. "...Indeed."
50. Splinter50. Splinter
Pavel Chekov could still remember when he was a boy and his mother dropped a glass bowl onto the hard floor of their kitchen. The bowl had shattered, shards of crystal skidding across the marble surface. To a six year old it had been terrifying to watch the ancient and sturdy bowl almost explode and in a second become nothing. That idea, of something breaking so quickly, so totally had been earth shattering for the boy.
Then, years and years later, he saw it all over again. He never would have guessed that the Five Year mission would end this way. Becoming a ship's navigator at twenty-two had been insane. Working with legends has been unimaginable. And for three years he'd watched one of the most fascinating and strange bond form, not just between three incredible men, but the whole crew. Not to sound like a child, but Pavel had learned to adore his captain and in time to love his commander and other officers as well. They were the unbreakable team; Kirk, Spock and