STAR TREK TOP TEN
THE NEXT GENERATION BIOGRAPHIES – REJECTED TITLES
Picard – Talking ‘Bout My Generation
Riker – The Mirror Has Two Faces
Deanna - Feelings
Geordi – The Miracle Worker
Data – The Golden O
Worf – How to Win Friends and Influence People
Doctor Crusher – Dream Lover
Wesley – The Golden Child
Guinan – Another Tequila Sunrise
Q – The Jerk
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Top Ten TOS Bio - Rejected Titles
Kirk – A Bridge Too Far
Spock – It’s Not Easy Being Green
McCoy – Old Yeller
Uhura – Black Magic Woman
Scotty – Left Behind
Chekov – Scream
Sulu – The Lieutenant
Chapel – Christine
Rand – Coffee, Tea, or Me
Riley – Of Thee I Sing
Spock – It’s Not Easy Being Green
McCoy – Old Yeller
Uhura – Black Magic Woman
Scotty – Left Behind
Chekov – Scream
Sulu – The Lieutenant
Chapel – Christine
Rand – Coffee, Tea, or Me
Riley – Of Thee I Sing
Monday, January 25, 2010
Saurian Brandy
I
Need a
Drink or two
To kill the pain
Saurian brandy – killed the dinosaurs
First do no harm. I took an oath to help.
I’ll help myself
To another
Little
Drink
Need a
Drink or two
To kill the pain
Saurian brandy – killed the dinosaurs
First do no harm. I took an oath to help.
I’ll help myself
To another
Little
Drink
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Star Trek: Enterprise Top 10 Bios - Rejected Titles
STAR TREK TOP TEN
ENTERPRISE BIOGRAPHIES – REJECTED TITLES
Archer – Let’s Do the Time Warp, Again!
T’Pol – How Green Was My Valley
Merryweather – Lost in Space
Sato – Fear of Flying
Reed – Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang
Trip – Get Your Motor Running
Phlox – All Creatures Great and Small
Shran – Surrender the Pink
Lt. Daniels – Help
Silik – Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
ENTERPRISE BIOGRAPHIES – REJECTED TITLES
Archer – Let’s Do the Time Warp, Again!
T’Pol – How Green Was My Valley
Merryweather – Lost in Space
Sato – Fear of Flying
Reed – Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang
Trip – Get Your Motor Running
Phlox – All Creatures Great and Small
Shran – Surrender the Pink
Lt. Daniels – Help
Silik – Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tribute to Deforest Kelley
Tribute to Deforest Kelley
Deforest Kelley, I love ya when you’re smiling
Your grins, your grins they make the sun to shine.
Your sparkling eyes I find them so beguiling
And your soft voice, it makes me melt and pine.
An actor who portrayed the tortured soul
Or villain with the blackest heart
When God made you, he broke the genteel mold
Dearest De you were a man apart.
Deforest Kelley, I love ya when you’re smiling
Your grins, your grins they make the sun to shine.
Your sparkling eyes I find them so beguiling
And your soft voice, it makes me melt and pine.
An actor who portrayed the tortured soul
Or villain with the blackest heart
When God made you, he broke the genteel mold
Dearest De you were a man apart.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Ambassador's Son, Part 2, Sp/Mc [NC17]
Scene II
(Spock and Leonard climb into the flitter. Spock engages the automatic pilot. Then they laugh heartily and embrace. They kiss open mouthed, briefly and passionately.)
Spock: Leonard, I cannot believe you talked me into that!
Leonard: I can’t believe you went along with it, but I’m glad you did.
Spock: I thought surely your mother would come up to see what was taking so long.
Leonard: That was the one thing I could count on. She knows I’m a clotheshorse and it takes me forever to get dressed.
Spock: You, however, get undressed very quickly.
Leonard: (sputters) My tux was the color of Andorian skin! (He slaps Spock on the knee), Boy, you are a genius.
Spock: Where did you get that… that… piece of sartorial satire?
Leonard: My mom bought it. She’s into Twentieth century history and culture. We had "Tee Vee" dinners the other night, ugh.
Spock: I’m sure my evening’s repast was much tastier. (He pulls Leonard close) As a matter of fact, I would not be adverse to seconds. (Spock tugs on Leonard’s waistband.)
Leonard: Seconds, I haven’t recovered from first, yet, darlin.’ (He gently removes Spock’s hand)
Spock: (looks down cast) I understand.
Leonard: Aw, Spock honey, don’t. Look, how long until we get to the Andorian Embassy?
Spock: At current course and speed, forty-seven minutes and fifty-three seconds.
Leonard: Plenty of time. (He slips down between Spock’s knees) Cadet, I suggest you remove those trousers, if you don’t want them stained and wrinkled. (Spock obliges) Oh my, were you planning on wearing that all evening?
Spock: Just until you noticed.
Leonard: Well, you could have been the Belle of the Ball. All the ladies would have lined up to dance with the Big Man on the Academy Campus. Where did you find my codpiece and when did you put it on?
Spock: On the floor beside your bed. I put it on while you were in the bathroom. I am constantly amazed that you are allowed to keep your room in such a state of disarray. It would not be tolerated on Vulcan.
Leonard: Well, it works for me. Now, if you don’t mind, it’s not polite to talk with my mouth full.
LATER (They are dressed, watching the world skim by under the flitter)
Spock: Well timed, Len. We have 4.7 minutes until we reach the embassy.
Leonard: Just one final detail. Let me fix your lipstick, sweetheart.
Spock: It is a Vulcan cosmetic designed to camouflage such features as Humans might finds disquieting.
Leonard: In other words: Vulcan lipstick.
Spock: (Sighs) Yes. Leonard, when you call me "sweetheart", is that a sincere indication of your feelings towards me, or is it just a verbal habit?
Leonard: (Leonard takes Spock’s face in his hands) My dear Spock, I am very sincere when I call you "sweetheart", "darling", "honey" and I wish you would fall into the same habit.
Spock: Understood, darlin’.
THE END
(Spock and Leonard climb into the flitter. Spock engages the automatic pilot. Then they laugh heartily and embrace. They kiss open mouthed, briefly and passionately.)
Spock: Leonard, I cannot believe you talked me into that!
Leonard: I can’t believe you went along with it, but I’m glad you did.
Spock: I thought surely your mother would come up to see what was taking so long.
Leonard: That was the one thing I could count on. She knows I’m a clotheshorse and it takes me forever to get dressed.
Spock: You, however, get undressed very quickly.
Leonard: (sputters) My tux was the color of Andorian skin! (He slaps Spock on the knee), Boy, you are a genius.
Spock: Where did you get that… that… piece of sartorial satire?
Leonard: My mom bought it. She’s into Twentieth century history and culture. We had "Tee Vee" dinners the other night, ugh.
Spock: I’m sure my evening’s repast was much tastier. (He pulls Leonard close) As a matter of fact, I would not be adverse to seconds. (Spock tugs on Leonard’s waistband.)
Leonard: Seconds, I haven’t recovered from first, yet, darlin.’ (He gently removes Spock’s hand)
Spock: (looks down cast) I understand.
Leonard: Aw, Spock honey, don’t. Look, how long until we get to the Andorian Embassy?
Spock: At current course and speed, forty-seven minutes and fifty-three seconds.
Leonard: Plenty of time. (He slips down between Spock’s knees) Cadet, I suggest you remove those trousers, if you don’t want them stained and wrinkled. (Spock obliges) Oh my, were you planning on wearing that all evening?
Spock: Just until you noticed.
Leonard: Well, you could have been the Belle of the Ball. All the ladies would have lined up to dance with the Big Man on the Academy Campus. Where did you find my codpiece and when did you put it on?
Spock: On the floor beside your bed. I put it on while you were in the bathroom. I am constantly amazed that you are allowed to keep your room in such a state of disarray. It would not be tolerated on Vulcan.
Leonard: Well, it works for me. Now, if you don’t mind, it’s not polite to talk with my mouth full.
LATER (They are dressed, watching the world skim by under the flitter)
Spock: Well timed, Len. We have 4.7 minutes until we reach the embassy.
Leonard: Just one final detail. Let me fix your lipstick, sweetheart.
Spock: It is a Vulcan cosmetic designed to camouflage such features as Humans might finds disquieting.
Leonard: In other words: Vulcan lipstick.
Spock: (Sighs) Yes. Leonard, when you call me "sweetheart", is that a sincere indication of your feelings towards me, or is it just a verbal habit?
Leonard: (Leonard takes Spock’s face in his hands) My dear Spock, I am very sincere when I call you "sweetheart", "darling", "honey" and I wish you would fall into the same habit.
Spock: Understood, darlin’.
THE END
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Ambassador's Son, Part 1, Sp/Mc
CAST:
Spock
Leonard McCoy
Mary McCoy - Leonard’s mother
Emma Jackson - Her sister
PLACE: The McCoy farm in Georgia
TIME: Dec 27, 2249
Scene I
Emily: It’s about time you called. What took so long?
Mary: Clothes, what else? I thought boys were supposed to be easier than girls. That nice Vulcan ambassador’s son, Spock arranged for Leonard to go to the Andorian Embassy Ball with him. Well, Leonard came out of his room in a red and yellow Retro-Ren outfit with a codpiece big enough to smuggle squash. So, I told him: March right back upstairs, young man, and put one something decent.
Emily: And did he?
Mary: Well, let me tell you. Cadet Spock shows up at the front door looking immaculate in his dress grays. He even brought me flowers! Leonard comes down in his powder blue tuxedo (The one with the ruffled shirt).
And Spock says, very diplomatically, "Leonard, while the overall style of your garment is appropriate for the occasion, the color is not. That particular shade of blue too closely resembles Andorian skin tone."
"Well, what I am supposed to wear?" Len challenged, "Mom didn’t like my court costume. You don’t like my tux. Do you want me to walk around as naked as a jay bird?"
"Jay birds are also blue. Why don’t I help you choose something suitable for the ball?" Spock offered.
Leonard took Spock’s arm and led him up to his room all the time complaining about his lack of formal wear.
Emily (laughing): Formal wear! That boy! ‘Member last summer at Ester’s wedding, when he thought he was dressed up because he had on a long sleeved shirt and hard soled shoes?
Mary (laughing): I know! Anyway, I thought they were going to be late, it took them so long to get him ready. However, eventually, they did come down and - Oh, Emma, you should have seen my Lenny, he looked so handsome. He was wearing that white silk shirt from Ester’s wedding with black pants, a long black vest and the silver Caduceus bolo tie Daddy gave him when he graduated college. Simple, but elegant. That Spock is a wonder.
Emily: Did you take pictures?
Mary: Well, of course, I did. I’ll send them to you as soon as we disconnect. I can’t do two things at once. I’m still exhausted; Leonard’s room was a mess!
Emily: As always, and to think an ambassador’s son had to see that mess. Tsk!
Mary: Humph, I asked David how Leonard could ever hope to be a doctor and not learn to pick up after himself. David said casually, that that’s what nurses were for.
(Mary and Emily laugh)
Mary: Still, Leonard looked neat as a pin when they left here tonight. I do believe that Spock will be a good influence on him.
Spock
Leonard McCoy
Mary McCoy - Leonard’s mother
Emma Jackson - Her sister
PLACE: The McCoy farm in Georgia
TIME: Dec 27, 2249
Scene I
Emily: It’s about time you called. What took so long?
Mary: Clothes, what else? I thought boys were supposed to be easier than girls. That nice Vulcan ambassador’s son, Spock arranged for Leonard to go to the Andorian Embassy Ball with him. Well, Leonard came out of his room in a red and yellow Retro-Ren outfit with a codpiece big enough to smuggle squash. So, I told him: March right back upstairs, young man, and put one something decent.
Emily: And did he?
Mary: Well, let me tell you. Cadet Spock shows up at the front door looking immaculate in his dress grays. He even brought me flowers! Leonard comes down in his powder blue tuxedo (The one with the ruffled shirt).
And Spock says, very diplomatically, "Leonard, while the overall style of your garment is appropriate for the occasion, the color is not. That particular shade of blue too closely resembles Andorian skin tone."
"Well, what I am supposed to wear?" Len challenged, "Mom didn’t like my court costume. You don’t like my tux. Do you want me to walk around as naked as a jay bird?"
"Jay birds are also blue. Why don’t I help you choose something suitable for the ball?" Spock offered.
Leonard took Spock’s arm and led him up to his room all the time complaining about his lack of formal wear.
Emily (laughing): Formal wear! That boy! ‘Member last summer at Ester’s wedding, when he thought he was dressed up because he had on a long sleeved shirt and hard soled shoes?
Mary (laughing): I know! Anyway, I thought they were going to be late, it took them so long to get him ready. However, eventually, they did come down and - Oh, Emma, you should have seen my Lenny, he looked so handsome. He was wearing that white silk shirt from Ester’s wedding with black pants, a long black vest and the silver Caduceus bolo tie Daddy gave him when he graduated college. Simple, but elegant. That Spock is a wonder.
Emily: Did you take pictures?
Mary: Well, of course, I did. I’ll send them to you as soon as we disconnect. I can’t do two things at once. I’m still exhausted; Leonard’s room was a mess!
Emily: As always, and to think an ambassador’s son had to see that mess. Tsk!
Mary: Humph, I asked David how Leonard could ever hope to be a doctor and not learn to pick up after himself. David said casually, that that’s what nurses were for.
(Mary and Emily laugh)
Mary: Still, Leonard looked neat as a pin when they left here tonight. I do believe that Spock will be a good influence on him.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Circuits & Memories, Christine/Roger
“Beyond the edge of the starlight, my love is wandering in starflight …
… Tell him remember, remember me.”
And he did.
He poured his essence into an android body and he still remembered me.
But he wasn’t Roger anymore. I can still see that flap of ‘skin’ hanging loose.
“Does this matter?” He asked.
Dear God, yes. Somewhere in those circuits, you lost your soul.
My Roger didn’t want to rule the galaxy. He only wanted to save lives.
Lost, found and lost again and now I’m left to wander the starry seas.
… Tell him remember, remember me.”
And he did.
He poured his essence into an android body and he still remembered me.
But he wasn’t Roger anymore. I can still see that flap of ‘skin’ hanging loose.
“Does this matter?” He asked.
Dear God, yes. Somewhere in those circuits, you lost your soul.
My Roger didn’t want to rule the galaxy. He only wanted to save lives.
Lost, found and lost again and now I’m left to wander the starry seas.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
A Study in Blue [PG] Sp/Mc
Spock stepped out of the capacious shower stall and wrapped a simple lava-lava around his waist. The massage setting of the sonics had done wonders for him. The heated tiles under his feet reminded him of home, as did the basin of spice sands inset beside the wet sink. Although the sonic shower had provided adequate cleansing, Spock strolled over to the basin and robbed the sand between his palms releasing the spicy scents: Cinnamon, nugen, ginger, sun-warmed skin. He rubbed it up and down his forearms.
Spock wondered, "What was keeping McCoy?" //Risa was his idea, after all.// "What happens on Risa, stays on Risa" he reassured Spock. Days of strolling arm in arm along the beach and the nights, ah the nights together, with no red alerts and no Jim Kirk. And now McCoy was late.
Spock went into the living area. On the bar were two shot glasses and a squat glass bottle of blue liquor. This was to be Leonard's anniversary present, //I will teach him to keep me waiting.// Spock opened the bottle and helped himself to a small aperitif. The blue liquid burned pleasantly down his throat.
Their agreed upon agenda was simple; anything but camping or rock climbing. Sailing, yes, Len was a good sailor. "All the nice Vulcans love a sailor." Where did that come from? Spock returned to musing on McCoy - sunburned, wind-tossed. His eyes impossibly blue surrounded by his smiling tanned face.
Spock sipped his drink again. It was a joy to see Len sitting at the rudder of a yawl. Commander McCoy ran a taut ship and a naughty cabin boy could find himself facing the Captain's Mast.
Captain - a jarring thought chased away with more of the blue liquor. Without inertial dampers James T. Kirk got seasick! Spock chuckled. Merely discussing sea conditions and choice of sailing craft was enough to dissuade Jim from joining them.
Sea breeze, surf, and the song of the pseudo-gulls had lulled Spock into a light doze, suddenly the door to the suite opened, Spock's heart leapt into his armpit. There stood Leonard McCoy dressed in native garb. Sandals and a blue lava-lava accented his long legs. A blue and white print aloha shirt hung open, revealing his chest and belly. Spock's eyes traveled from Len's chest following the line of hair as it disappeared into the wraparound. His face - a smile warmer than Risa's sun, eyes bluer...than this stuff.
Len stepped into the suite and dropped his bags. "Aw, Spock, honey it so good to see you."
Spock stood up and attempted to straighten his tunic. He was surprised to discover he wasn't wearing one.
McCoy laughed softly, "Spock, I do believe you are tipsy." He stepped forward and they embraced, kissing deeply. As they paused for air McCoy asked, "Honey, is that Romulan Ale, I taste?"
"Yes," Spock said reaching behind him for the bottle, "Happy Anniversary, Plum." He poured two glasses and toasted each other. Kissing again, quickly so the taste of the ale mixed with the taste of their kisses.
There are only a few substances in the Alpha Quadrant that can inebriate a Vulcan, trust the Romulans to make one of the best. And a damned tasty one at that, thought McCoy.
"Spock, reports out of HQ say this stuff is unavailable."
"Star Fleet intelligence was wrong, Doctor."
Fin
Spock wondered, "What was keeping McCoy?" //Risa was his idea, after all.// "What happens on Risa, stays on Risa" he reassured Spock. Days of strolling arm in arm along the beach and the nights, ah the nights together, with no red alerts and no Jim Kirk. And now McCoy was late.
Spock went into the living area. On the bar were two shot glasses and a squat glass bottle of blue liquor. This was to be Leonard's anniversary present, //I will teach him to keep me waiting.// Spock opened the bottle and helped himself to a small aperitif. The blue liquid burned pleasantly down his throat.
Their agreed upon agenda was simple; anything but camping or rock climbing. Sailing, yes, Len was a good sailor. "All the nice Vulcans love a sailor." Where did that come from? Spock returned to musing on McCoy - sunburned, wind-tossed. His eyes impossibly blue surrounded by his smiling tanned face.
Spock sipped his drink again. It was a joy to see Len sitting at the rudder of a yawl. Commander McCoy ran a taut ship and a naughty cabin boy could find himself facing the Captain's Mast.
Captain - a jarring thought chased away with more of the blue liquor. Without inertial dampers James T. Kirk got seasick! Spock chuckled. Merely discussing sea conditions and choice of sailing craft was enough to dissuade Jim from joining them.
Sea breeze, surf, and the song of the pseudo-gulls had lulled Spock into a light doze, suddenly the door to the suite opened, Spock's heart leapt into his armpit. There stood Leonard McCoy dressed in native garb. Sandals and a blue lava-lava accented his long legs. A blue and white print aloha shirt hung open, revealing his chest and belly. Spock's eyes traveled from Len's chest following the line of hair as it disappeared into the wraparound. His face - a smile warmer than Risa's sun, eyes bluer...than this stuff.
Len stepped into the suite and dropped his bags. "Aw, Spock, honey it so good to see you."
Spock stood up and attempted to straighten his tunic. He was surprised to discover he wasn't wearing one.
McCoy laughed softly, "Spock, I do believe you are tipsy." He stepped forward and they embraced, kissing deeply. As they paused for air McCoy asked, "Honey, is that Romulan Ale, I taste?"
"Yes," Spock said reaching behind him for the bottle, "Happy Anniversary, Plum." He poured two glasses and toasted each other. Kissing again, quickly so the taste of the ale mixed with the taste of their kisses.
There are only a few substances in the Alpha Quadrant that can inebriate a Vulcan, trust the Romulans to make one of the best. And a damned tasty one at that, thought McCoy.
"Spock, reports out of HQ say this stuff is unavailable."
"Star Fleet intelligence was wrong, Doctor."
Fin
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Miles to Go Before I Sleep [PG] Keiko/Bashir, Keiko/O'Brien
It was 0100 hours, Julian paused at the door exiting the O’Brien’s quarters. He kissed Keiko good-bye and gave her pert nipples a tweak. She moaned quietly, it wouldn’t do to wake up Molly.
Ops had let Mrs. O’Brien know that her husband was on an approach vector to Deep Space Nine and would be home soon and so reluctantly and discretely Julian slipped away down the dark passage.
Keiko went to her bedroom to change the sheets and get a shower. She needed to be fresh. “After all” she said to herself, “I’ve Miles to go before I sleep.”
Good Night
Ops had let Mrs. O’Brien know that her husband was on an approach vector to Deep Space Nine and would be home soon and so reluctantly and discretely Julian slipped away down the dark passage.
Keiko went to her bedroom to change the sheets and get a shower. She needed to be fresh. “After all” she said to herself, “I’ve Miles to go before I sleep.”
Good Night
Monday, January 11, 2010
St. Nicholas' Day [G] McCoy/Chapel
Christine Chapel was leaving the Enterprise to start her new life today. She anxiously paced the transporter room hoping that someone special would come to see her off. She broke into a bright smile as the door opened and Doctor McCoy came hustling in.
“Oh, good,” He said with a lopsided grin. “I didn’t miss you.” He took her hand.
“I have a little going away present for you.” Chris give him a little velvet box.
“But you’re the one going away, darlin’.” He protested. Still under her nervous gaze he opened the box. Inside was a St. Nicholas medal. Bones was puzzled.
“He is the patron saint of the transporter, because of the three dismembered boys he reassembled and brought back to life.” She explained. “It should be doubly blessed because this is St. Nicholas’ Day.” Christine took the medal from the box and placed it around Leonard’s neck. She carefully tucked it into his shirt and patted it. “There all safe.” She said with a smug and sad smile.
The good doctor led his former head nurse to the edge of the pad. He glanced up. “Well, lookee here! Mistletoe! That parasite seems to be popping up all over the ship, must be the season.” Chris blushed, but put her arms on Len’s shoulders. He planted a juicy kiss on her hot lips. She returned the kiss in full measure. “Miss Chapel, I do declare!” They laughed.
“Just consider that incentive to come and seek me out when you get to San Francisco.” She gave him a quick buss. “Remember, you’re not my supervisor anymore.” With that she stepped onto the transporter and departed in a golden rain.
Bones stood there, his hand resting on the medal inside his shirt. Under his breath he muttered. “I searched the world over, and thought I found true love, but you met another and ... you were gone."!”
FIN
“Oh, good,” He said with a lopsided grin. “I didn’t miss you.” He took her hand.
“I have a little going away present for you.” Chris give him a little velvet box.
“But you’re the one going away, darlin’.” He protested. Still under her nervous gaze he opened the box. Inside was a St. Nicholas medal. Bones was puzzled.
“He is the patron saint of the transporter, because of the three dismembered boys he reassembled and brought back to life.” She explained. “It should be doubly blessed because this is St. Nicholas’ Day.” Christine took the medal from the box and placed it around Leonard’s neck. She carefully tucked it into his shirt and patted it. “There all safe.” She said with a smug and sad smile.
The good doctor led his former head nurse to the edge of the pad. He glanced up. “Well, lookee here! Mistletoe! That parasite seems to be popping up all over the ship, must be the season.” Chris blushed, but put her arms on Len’s shoulders. He planted a juicy kiss on her hot lips. She returned the kiss in full measure. “Miss Chapel, I do declare!” They laughed.
“Just consider that incentive to come and seek me out when you get to San Francisco.” She gave him a quick buss. “Remember, you’re not my supervisor anymore.” With that she stepped onto the transporter and departed in a golden rain.
Bones stood there, his hand resting on the medal inside his shirt. Under his breath he muttered. “I searched the world over, and thought I found true love, but you met another and ... you were gone."!”
FIN
Lessons [PG-13] Sp/Mc
Commander Leonard H. McCoy was a little nervous. After all, this was a milestone in Spock’s and his relationship. It was their first weekend away together since they reunited on the Enterprise. Ostensibly, they were attending a life science conference on Dnalyal IV, but Bones had managed to book them a suite together at the exclusive and secluded Vegas del Mar island resort.
Commander Spock, being Spock, had not come right out and said that he was pleased with the arrangements, but he had set about to schedule his day to maximize the time that he could spend alone with his lover.
He watched now as Leonard dithered putting away his clothing and toiletries. Finally, McCoy dropped a dress shirt back into his bag and turned to him. “Say, Spock, how much closet space you gonna need?” He actually blushed. “And while I’m at it, do want the top drawer of the dresser or the bottom?”
“I beg your pardon, Doctor. Did you just enquire about my sartorial storage space?” Spock goaded.
“No, you long-eared jack rabbit, I wanted to know if you intended to hang upside down in the closet like a bat or sleep in the drawer like a vampire!”
Spock cocked an eyebrow. His eyes alight. “Perhaps I shall burrow under the covers, like a ‘long-eared jack rabbit’.” He indicated the accumulated bags on the floor. “As you have brought twice the luggage I have, I must assume that you are still a clothes horse.”
Len’s face darkened; “Dammit Spock! Don’t be such a jackass!” He took a deep breath. “I’m just trying to be considerate. Ya know: share and share alike! That’s one thing Joy…‘She Who Will Not Be Named’ managed to teach me: that a little thoughtfulness goes a long way. ”
“Indeed, my mother said much the same thing.” The Vulcan caressed his t’hy’la’s cheek. “As did your mother, I assume.”
McCoy grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, Mom did, but *She* made her point by throwing crockery, just because I used our only living room shelf to display my collection of rare medical specimens.” He laughed ruefully and shook his head.
“Breaking dishes is illogical, my mother would have handled that much more diplomatically.”
“Yeah, like how?”
“Either by putting a curtain over the offending objects or claiming that the le-matya skull would ‘scar’ the baby.”
McCoy laughed. “God, how *She* hated that thing; she said it kept staring at her.”
“Undoubtedly, it was sizing *Her* up as a potential mate. As our Captain says ‘it takes one to know one.”
“You could be right.” McCoy put his hand on Spock’s shoulder. “Say, K’ka, how did you know I kept the skull you gave me?” He stared deep into his lover’s eyes.
“Because you said you would. And although you can be exasperating and infuriating, you are a man of your word, Lenka.” He returned his gaze and stroked the hand on his shoulder.
Len used his other hand to trace Spock’s neck. “That reminds me; whatever happened to that puka shell necklace I gave you on our last vacation together in Hawaii. You promised to keep it forever.”
“I had every intention of doing so; however, it did not survive the Klingon barrage that destroyed my footlocker along with my cabin and most of deck five.”
McCoy was reminded once again that Spock had spent his entire Star Fleet career aboard the Enterprise. Always in harm’s way, no peaceful planet-side posting or safe science station for this Science Officer. He began to speak, his words tripping over the size-12 boot wedged in his mouth. “Aw, Shug….”
Spock cut him off by taking hold of his upper arms and lifting him up onto his toes. Then the Vulcan laid an almighty kiss on the surprised human. After 2.4 seconds, the human returned the kiss. It grew intense and heated. Spock released Len’s arms and clasped the human’s face with his long fingered hands. They kissed as if feeding from each other, gaining sustenance from the power of their longing and desire. Finally, they came up for air and Spock returned Leonard to the floor, his head spinning.
“Hot damn, where did you learn to kiss like that?!” Bones exclaimed with a broad grin as he rubbed his bruised triceps.
Spock fairly glowed with self-satisfaction; “From close observation of Captain Kirk. Whenever his paramour begins to talk too much, the Captain quiets her by bodily bringing her to his level and then applying his lips to hers. If she does not object at that point, he then proceeds to …”
“I get the picture. I never thought I be on the receiving end though. Let me see if I got this straight.” Now, Len took his darling by the arms and pulled him in for a kiss. Spock did not struggle, so he moved on to Phase Two. His fingers brushed Spock’s psi points and a blaze of passion flared between them.
Still kissing, still connected, they crashed onto the nearest bed. Probing tongues found open mouths. Eager hands roamed over lean bodies. Somehow, boots hit the floor, except the one size 12 that hit the wall and dislodged a painting. No one noticed.
Spock twined his legs with Leonard’s bringing their groins together in splendid heat. He rolled so that he had his blue-eyed beloved pinned underneath him. He rose up on his arms and looking down saying, “You may have the top drawer and two-thirds of the closet; however I shall need most of the area around the wash basin for my personal grooming and hygiene paraphernalia.”
FIN
Commander Spock, being Spock, had not come right out and said that he was pleased with the arrangements, but he had set about to schedule his day to maximize the time that he could spend alone with his lover.
He watched now as Leonard dithered putting away his clothing and toiletries. Finally, McCoy dropped a dress shirt back into his bag and turned to him. “Say, Spock, how much closet space you gonna need?” He actually blushed. “And while I’m at it, do want the top drawer of the dresser or the bottom?”
“I beg your pardon, Doctor. Did you just enquire about my sartorial storage space?” Spock goaded.
“No, you long-eared jack rabbit, I wanted to know if you intended to hang upside down in the closet like a bat or sleep in the drawer like a vampire!”
Spock cocked an eyebrow. His eyes alight. “Perhaps I shall burrow under the covers, like a ‘long-eared jack rabbit’.” He indicated the accumulated bags on the floor. “As you have brought twice the luggage I have, I must assume that you are still a clothes horse.”
Len’s face darkened; “Dammit Spock! Don’t be such a jackass!” He took a deep breath. “I’m just trying to be considerate. Ya know: share and share alike! That’s one thing Joy…‘She Who Will Not Be Named’ managed to teach me: that a little thoughtfulness goes a long way. ”
“Indeed, my mother said much the same thing.” The Vulcan caressed his t’hy’la’s cheek. “As did your mother, I assume.”
McCoy grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, Mom did, but *She* made her point by throwing crockery, just because I used our only living room shelf to display my collection of rare medical specimens.” He laughed ruefully and shook his head.
“Breaking dishes is illogical, my mother would have handled that much more diplomatically.”
“Yeah, like how?”
“Either by putting a curtain over the offending objects or claiming that the le-matya skull would ‘scar’ the baby.”
McCoy laughed. “God, how *She* hated that thing; she said it kept staring at her.”
“Undoubtedly, it was sizing *Her* up as a potential mate. As our Captain says ‘it takes one to know one.”
“You could be right.” McCoy put his hand on Spock’s shoulder. “Say, K’ka, how did you know I kept the skull you gave me?” He stared deep into his lover’s eyes.
“Because you said you would. And although you can be exasperating and infuriating, you are a man of your word, Lenka.” He returned his gaze and stroked the hand on his shoulder.
Len used his other hand to trace Spock’s neck. “That reminds me; whatever happened to that puka shell necklace I gave you on our last vacation together in Hawaii. You promised to keep it forever.”
“I had every intention of doing so; however, it did not survive the Klingon barrage that destroyed my footlocker along with my cabin and most of deck five.”
McCoy was reminded once again that Spock had spent his entire Star Fleet career aboard the Enterprise. Always in harm’s way, no peaceful planet-side posting or safe science station for this Science Officer. He began to speak, his words tripping over the size-12 boot wedged in his mouth. “Aw, Shug….”
Spock cut him off by taking hold of his upper arms and lifting him up onto his toes. Then the Vulcan laid an almighty kiss on the surprised human. After 2.4 seconds, the human returned the kiss. It grew intense and heated. Spock released Len’s arms and clasped the human’s face with his long fingered hands. They kissed as if feeding from each other, gaining sustenance from the power of their longing and desire. Finally, they came up for air and Spock returned Leonard to the floor, his head spinning.
“Hot damn, where did you learn to kiss like that?!” Bones exclaimed with a broad grin as he rubbed his bruised triceps.
Spock fairly glowed with self-satisfaction; “From close observation of Captain Kirk. Whenever his paramour begins to talk too much, the Captain quiets her by bodily bringing her to his level and then applying his lips to hers. If she does not object at that point, he then proceeds to …”
“I get the picture. I never thought I be on the receiving end though. Let me see if I got this straight.” Now, Len took his darling by the arms and pulled him in for a kiss. Spock did not struggle, so he moved on to Phase Two. His fingers brushed Spock’s psi points and a blaze of passion flared between them.
Still kissing, still connected, they crashed onto the nearest bed. Probing tongues found open mouths. Eager hands roamed over lean bodies. Somehow, boots hit the floor, except the one size 12 that hit the wall and dislodged a painting. No one noticed.
Spock twined his legs with Leonard’s bringing their groins together in splendid heat. He rolled so that he had his blue-eyed beloved pinned underneath him. He rose up on his arms and looking down saying, “You may have the top drawer and two-thirds of the closet; however I shall need most of the area around the wash basin for my personal grooming and hygiene paraphernalia.”
FIN
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