#int. kirk

[anghraine]

It's now Thursday, but I was tagged by @brynnmclean in WIP Wednesday and wanted to share my accomplishment! It's for the f/f K/S AU and follows directly from this scrap, just after "That Which Survives":

The skin on S’paak’s fingers itched: not a genuine dermal reaction, nor intense, but noticeable. She wished she could meld with Jess again, just for a moment, enough to see what eluded her rather than fumbling through language. But she was honest with herself: wish hardly encompassed the hunger she felt. S’paak had only once touched Jess’s mind when the captain was fully herself, and then, only at her invitation. Or rather, at her command, since it had been the only way to protect Kirk, Scott, and McCoy from death. Mr. Scott had been on the point of panic when S’paak projected her controlled assurance onto him, McCoy nervous and resistant, but Jess—Jess, whose mind she had forced until her memories returned, S’paak herself reeling from the experience—Jess had looked at her with the same easy trust as ever, eyes steady and focused on S’paak. Nor was it only outwards composure: her mind had been entirely receptive when S’paak reached for her thoughts, welcoming the touch with no emotions more turbulent than curiosity and a certain pleasure S’paak had no time to analyze. She had not remained in Kirk’s mind longer than necessary. She had not suggested another meld; she knew better than that. But she craved it. “You had reason enough to consider the possibility of death,” S’paak told her. “Determining available resources while indefinitely stranded was a logical priority. The away party had no reason to assume the Enterprise would rescue you, or even data to suggest that we had survived.” “Very generous of you, Commander,” said Kirk, looking gratified.

She leaned back in her chair, turning the angle slightly to look more closely at S’paak. But S’paak found her own self-command easy enough to retain, now that she was free of the stabbing anxiety that had tormented her before. Her mind felt clear, and her body spared the vibrating, painful sensations from before, spared everything but that tingle at her fingertips. She even felt untroubled, apart from the puzzle tugging at her mind, and her embarrassed awareness that Kirk had conducted herself more logically in all this than S’paak.

It was not only that Kirk’s conduct had been superior, although it had been, and although S’paak knew Jess was already strained and tired in general. But Jess, trapped in a situation that seemed designed to torment her specifically, had borne the weight of it with far more reason and assurance than S’paak herself had.

Torment—

“In all honesty,” Jess was saying, brushing some lint off her uniform, “we were all tense and worried, and I snapped at them a few times, but we had reason to react far worse than any of us did. Not that I wouldn’t love to hint at some great feat of will in my log, but it wasn’t that. The whole thing seemed too strange and fantastical to completely register for what it was, I think. Even after everything we’ve seen.”

Between one instant and the next, S’paak’s blood seemed as cold in her veins as so many of her crew mates had always insisted it was. At the same time, she felt much as she did when she adjusted the sensors and saw blurry shapes taking crisp, comprehensible form, the data now properly illustrating the paradigm.

The mystery was so clear now: Jessica on the surface, understanding the weight of the crisis better than anyone else could, yet bearing it with startling ease; S’paak, light-years away, oblivious to what the away party faced, oblivious even to Jess’s survival, yet carrying so much dread and tension in her body that she had felt consumed by it for hours, lashing out without reason or provocation. A lever, of sorts, between them, but one these humans would never have encountered.

S’paak knew, without a doubt, that she had forged this, bridged the chasm between their minds. She had done it with no deliberation, intent, even awareness until today: and yet she had done it. Jess could hardly consent to such a connection. She would never have heard of one such as this and could hardly register its effects. S’paak, herself, had only vague knowledge of rare, strange bonds that could operate with such force across such vast distances; certainly hers with Stonn had not done so.

Still, she knew.

[iamenits]

Cut scene between Kirk and McCoy from Charlie X

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INT. KIRK'S QUARTERS - CLOSE ANGLE On McCoy... grinning from ear to ear. CAMERA PULLS BACK to include Kirk who is seated with a look of frustrated "I'm about to undertake a chore that is all mess and no pleasure"... which pleases McCoy no end... Kirk is examining the melted chess pieces which sit on the desk top... half examining them... KIRK These are Antarian metal chess pieces. They can't be melted. McCOY Any subject is better than discussing the boy, right, Jim? KIRK Biological change is your department. McCOY The boy relates to you not me and besides... KIRK I haven't the time... I haven't any children... no experience. McCOY I would gladly give up a year's pay just to sit quietly in the background and hear your talk with young Charlie, James. KIRK You're not being much help. McCOY Really? I thought I was giving you all kinds of moral support. KIRK This is really a medical problem... McCOY Not in this case, Captain. It is a matter of ship's discipline... and it's all yours. And, with that, McCoy moves to the door. McCoy turns back as the door slides open. McCOY (continuing) I'll leave before your son gets here, old dad. And, with a broad grin, he EXITS. KIRK Hoist… knows it… can see the humor in it… also the misery in it… then there is a soft BUZZ…

[brilliantorinsane]

This Side of Paradise:

An episode!!! I love a Spock episode. But also OW????

Blond woman haloed in light, romantic music, looks like we're getting another Kirk love int—*camera zooms to Spock like a jump scare*

I'm not entirely convinced the whole episode wasn't about Spock being gay and closeted (half literally half metaphorically). I'm not convinced it was! Or that it wasn't.

I love how for all that he's always pushing Spock to be open with his emotions voluntarily, Bones immediately nopes out of drugged Spock.

Me too!!! Drugged-happy Spock was so rough to watch in the same way as enforced 'peace and friendship' Bones in Return of the Archons. I'm delighted for them to have those things if they choose them, but the violation that wrenched them there makes it all hit so bad and wrong!!

Kirk actually losing his voice at the sight of high Spock, vs Spock reduced to mumbling in the face of Kirk's insults ...

Kirk: "Bones, I need your help 🥺"

Kirk: "I don't know what I can offer against Paradise" oof!!!

So you're telling me Kirk didn't get infected the first time because he was too overwhelmed with emotion at Spock's drugged state and rejection of him.

The whole Kirk snapping Spock out of the spores ... all of it I can't get started or it will become an essay.

Everything about Kirk after Spock snaps out of it ... the subtle ways he keeps adjusting his manner, clearly desperate to completely erase the damage of his works and clearly knowing he cannot.

Kirk: "believe me Mr. Spock, it was painful"

Kirk's fear that Spock will choose Leila and Kirk will lose him after all. And Spock's little 'sweet of you to worry but will not be a concern' smile.

Meantime something something about Leila framing Spock's Vulcaness as an obstacle to what she wants from him vs Kirk treating his half-Vulcan side with so much respect and affection.

Also I really like about Leila pitching the spores as something that can release Spock's emotions, only for genuine and organic emotion to be the thing that breaks their power.

"The spores. they're gone. I don't belong anymore." Okay wait HEY

Spock "If there are self-made purgatories, then we all have to live in them" uhhhhhh

Under the spores influence Spock was happy for the first time in his life I'M SORRY WHAT NOW

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Den som väntar på något gott väntar aldrig för länge. @kulturdasset lär bli mäkta imponerad av några av månadens filmval. Det är klart. Värt att vänta på vad det också. 😜

65 (2023) [👍] Riktigt bra SF om en utomjording som hamnar på jorden under dinosauriernas regim.

Australiens (2014) [👎🆓] En budgetstinkare från Australien. Går på komisk knock men svingar vilt i luften.

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) [👍���]

Grease Live! (2016) [👍🎭🔁]

Hairspray Live! (2016) [👍🎭🔁]

Hocus Pocus 2 (2023) [👍🔁]

Kapten Våghals / Captain Scarlett (1952) [🆓] Intressant, och mot alla odds, kombination av Robin Hood och Röda Nejlikan. Hollywood! Vi vill ha en remake franchise!

Lair, the (2022) [__] Neil Marshall, åter i samarbete med Charlotte Kirk, och precis som i The Reckoning inte dåligt men når heller inte riktigt ända fram.

Lost City, the (2022) [👍🔁]

Love of Three Queens / L'amante di Paride (1954) [👎🆓] Spretigt sömnpiller med Hedy Lamarr.

Mord i Venedig / A Haunting in Venice (2023) [👎] När jag tänker tillbaka till Kenneth Branagh föregående exkursion som Poirot (Döden på Nilen, 2020) kommer beskrivningen ”välpolerad yta och dyra färger” för mig. Men vad gör man inte för Michelle Yeoh liksom?

Saga of the Viking Women and Their Voyage to the Waters of the Great Sea Serpent, the (1957) [🔁🆓] Vikingraffel signerat Roger Corman. Den här hade jag tydligen sett tidigare... Ett upptäckt som är ett omdöme i sig.

Ski Troop Attack (1960) [🆓] Skidåkarraffel signerat Roger Corman, han har verkligen fått till det i den här filmen. Om oinspirerat sidåkar-pang-pang är vad man längtar efter. Jag tror storyn tog en annan nedfart, för den minns jag inte mycket av.

Totally Killer (2023) [👍] Hallå, hej! Amazon får till en underhållande liten skräckkomedi som andas klassiska grepp och tillbaka till framtiden. Me like! Kommer antagligen ses igen.

Vidioten / UHF (1989) [__] Idag kanske mer ett underhållande tidsdokument om tiden innan YouTube gjorde videostjärnor av svenssons.

WarGames (1983) [👍🔁] Idag, i skuggan av AI kanske ännu mer aktuell än någonsin. Står fortfarande stadigt utan behov av remakes. Lekte med tanken att se uppföljaren, tills jag såg att den bara fanns på hyr-tjänsterna.

@kulturdasset lär börja drägla över husguden Neil Marshalls senaste, hen bör dock trycka på play där med något nedskruvade förväntningar. Resten tycker jag skall ge Totally Killer eller Kapten Våghals en chans. Den senare är kanske inte A-klassad underhållning, men väl värd en chans.

För den nyfikne med ett sug efter en utmaning såg jag the Reckoning i februari 2021.

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Twenty-One

TOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twenty-One: Romulan Zone

Summary: Kirk goes off the rails and send the Enterprise into the Romulan Zone, and the crew gets caught by a commander.

            Captain’s Log: We are about to embark on a dangerous mission. It must be kept secret from all outside of those involved. Commander Spock, Lieutenant Commander (L/N), and I will be putting ourselves in harm’s way with Romulans in order to complete it. We hope for quick success without much issue.

            Enterprise Medical Log, Dr. Leonard McCoy reporting: I’m concerned about Captain Kirk. He shows indications of increasing tension and emotional stress.

            “I have completed the assignment, Captain,” said Chekov, standing from his position as Kirk entered the Bridge. “A theoretical incursion into—”

            “Yes, Mr. Chekov, I can read,” said Kirk, taking the tablet from his hands. “And, as usual, your theoretic evaluations do not tally with mine.” He was snappish, rude. “Return to your duty, and I’ll let you know when your work is satisfactory.” He patted Chekov on the arm aggressively and left the poor, confused boy on his own.

            “Mr. Spock.” Kirk approached the side of the room where Spock and (Y/N) sat. “Full sensor scan of the region, please.”

            “I did give a full report on it, sir,” said Spock.

            “Yes, Mr. Spock, that was the past,” said Kirk. “I’m concerned with the present.” He looked around at everyone. “Or is it becoming too much for this crew to present me with current information?”

            “No, sir,” said (Y/N).

            “Compliance presents no problems,” said Spock.

            “Then comply,” ordered Kirk harshly. “Sensor scan to one half-parsec.”

            “Scan negative, Captain,” said Spock.

            “Very well,” said Kirk.

            Enterprise Medical Log, Continued: I can find no reason for the Captain’s behavior, except possibly that we’ve been on patrol too long without relief and diversion. He has resisted all of my attempts to run a psychological profile on him.

            “Maintaining course and speed, sir,” reported Sulu.

            “Change course,” said Kirk suddenly. “Come about 185 mark 3.”

            Everyone turned to face him as he made the announcement.

            “But, sir, that will lead us directly into the Romulan Neutral Zone,” said Sulu in slight concern.

            “Yes, that’s very perceptive, Mr. Sulu,” said Kirk almost sarcastically. “I know where the course change takes us. Execute.”

            “Aye, sir,” said Sulu warily, obeying.

            “Increasing sensor scan to one parsec,” said Spock, adjusting his readout. “All scanner’s report clear. Nothing in our immediate vicinity.”

            “Better and better, Mr. Spock,” said Kirk.

            “Captain, leaving Neutral Zone,” warned (Y/N). “Now entering Romulan space.”

            “Very well, Mx. (L/N),” said Kirk, dismissing the news as commonplace.

            The elevator doors open, and an astounded Scotty walked in. “When did the order come through?” he asked (Y/N) hurriedly.

            “Order?” asked (Y/N).

            “From Starfleet…the order to enter the Neutral Zone,” said Scotty.

            “There’s been no order that I know of,” said (Y/N).

            “Not at all,” said Uhura.

            “But surely the Captain couldn’t be doing this on his own authority?” exclaimed Scotty.

            (Y/N) and Uhura exchanged a look, but before they could respond, Kirk turned on them.

            “If anyone has any complaints, you can bring them out into the open,” he snapped.

            He turned back to the viewing screen. Everyone was silent and just stared at him in shock. That was, until something else stole their attention. Out of the darkness, despite scans showing nothing, a Klingon ship materialized.

            “That’s a Klingon ship,” said Scotty in worry and shock. “But it couldn’t be, not in this area.”

            “Intelligence reports Romulans are now using Klingon designs,” said Spock.

            A Romulan ship, thought (Y/N). Here we go.

            “Sound Red Alert,” ordered Kirk, and (Y/N) and Uhura complied. “Man battle stations. Stand by main phasers.” The alarm began to blare, and Uhura repeated the instructions over the communications system.

            “A second ship has appeared,” reported Spock, gazing at his scanner, and as he spoke, the second materialized. “Correction: there are now three.” A third had joined. “We are surrounded.”

            (Y/N) kept their gaze level and calm. They were trapped, but they had to continue.

            “Lieutenant Uhura, code a message to Starfleet Command,” said Kirk. “Advise them of our situation—include all log entries to this point.”

            “Aye, aye, sir,” said Uhura, turning to send the message.

            “Mr. Spock,” said Kirk.

            “Yes?” said Spock.

            “Your sensors read clear. What happened?” demanded Kirk.

            “I have a theory, Captain,” said Spock.

            “Captain Kirk,” said (Y/N). “We’re receiving class-two signal from the Romulan vessel.”

            “Put it on the main viewing screen, Lieutenant,” said Kirk.

            “Aye, sir,” said (Y/N), and the viewing screen warbled before showing the face of a Romulan.

            “You have been identified as the Starship Enterprise,” said the Romulan. “Captain James T. Kirk last known to be in command.”

            “Your information is correct,” said Kirk. “This is Captain Kirk.”

            “I am sub-commander Tal of the Romulan fleet,” said the Romulan. “Your ship is surrounded, Captain. You will surrender immediately, or we will destroy you.”

            “Lieutenant,” said Kirk, and (Y/N) switched off the screen for discussion. “They want something, or they would have destroyed us by now.”

            “True, Captain,” said Spock. “That would be a standard Romulan procedure.”

            “It’s my ship they want,” said Kirk. “And very badly.”

            “It would be a great prize,” said Spock.

            “Lieutenant.” Kirk nodded to (Y/N), and they brought back the screen.

            “Save your threats,” said Kirk to Tal. “If you board this ship, I’ll blow it up. You’ll gain nothing.”

            “Who are those two beside you?” said Tal, ignoring the threat.

            “My First Officer, Commander Spock, and my Negotiations and Communications Officer, Lieutenant (Y/N) (L/N),” said Kirk.

            “Vulcan and Celian,” said Tal. He glanced down as a device beeped, and he picked up a communicator. “Yes, Commander.” A pause. “Yes, Commander.” He put it back down. Tal faced the viewing screen again. “No one should decide quickly to die, Captain. We give you one of your hours. If you do not surrender your ship at the end of that time, your destruction is certain. We will be open to communication, should you wish it.”

            “You understand that Starfleet Command has been advised of the situation,” said Kirk.

            “A sub-space message will take three weeks to reach Starfleet,” said Tal, not falling for that trick. “The decision is yours, Captain. One hour.”

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            “The design of the ship is the same,” said Kirk, gazing at the blueprints of the Romulan ship and the Enterprise. He stood with Spock, (Y/N), Scotty, and Bones in a meeting room to discuss the issue at hand. “Mr. Spock, you said you had a theory on why your sensors didn’t pick up the new ships until they were upon us.”

            Spock nodded. “I believe the Romulans have developed a cloaking device which renders our tracking sensors useless,” he said, and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

            “If so, the Romulans could attack Federation territory before we knew they were there—before a vessel or planet could even begin to get their defenses up,” said Kirk.

            “They caught us right enough,” said Scotty.

            “Now, that’s a brilliant observation, Scotty,” said Kirk. “Do you have any other helpful opinions?”

            “Well, we’ve not got many options,” said Scotty.

            “Lieutenant (L/N)?” asked Kirk. “What is your assessment?”

            “We have three options,” they said. “Fight and be destroyed, destroy ourselves and the Enterprise to keep her from the Romulans, or…surrender.”

            “What about negotiation?” asked Bones. “You’re good at your job.”

            “We entered into Romulan space and have a ship they want. All the cards are in their hands. Any negotiation would lead us back to either giving up the Enterprise to escape with our lives or losing our lives and her,” said (Y/N). They laced their fingers and looked around. “Opinions?”

            “If the Enterprise is taken by the Romulans, they’ll know everything there is to know about a starship,” said Scotty worriedly.

            Spock stepped forward, arms crossed. He looked at Kirk evenly. “If we had not crossed the Neutral Zone on your order, you would not now need our opinions to support a decision which should never have had to be made.”

            Bones stood up in shock. “Jim, you ordered us?”

            “It’s true. His command brought us here,” said (Y/N).

            “You had no authority, Jim!” said Bones.

            “Dismissed, Doctor,” said Kirk coldly, not breaking his gaze at Spock.

            “Jim—”

            “I said dismissed!” Kirk whirled on Bones.

            Bones stared in astonishment before getting up and sharply walking out the door. Everyone looked between Kirk and Spock as they gazed at one another, neither breaking the stare.

            “Bridge to Captain Kirk,” said Uhura through the bosun.

            Kirk finally broke the stare and replied. “Kirk here.”

            “The Romulan vessel is signaling again, sir,” said Uhura.

            “Put them on screen,” said Kirk.

            “Aye, aye, sir,” said Uhura.

            Tal appeared on the screens in the meeting room. “My Commander wishes to speak with you, Captain Kirk.”

            “Put him on,” said Kirk.

            “The Commander wishes to see your, your First Officer, and your Negotiations and Communications Officer aboard this vessel,” said Tal.

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. That was unexpected.

            “It is felt this matter requires…discussion,” said Tal vaguely.

            “Why should we walk right into your hands?” questioned Kirk.

            “Three of my officers will beam aboard your vessel as exchange hostages while you are here,” said Tal.

            “What guarantee do we have that they’ll beam aboard our ship once we’re on yours?” said Kirk.

            “Granted, we do not easily trust each other, Captain, but you are the ones who violated our territory,” said Tal. “Should it not be we who distrust your motives? However, we agree to simultaneous exchange.”

            Kirk looked at (Y/N), and they nodded. Then, he glanced at Spock. He nodded as well. It was different than they expected, but they’d handle the situation nonetheless.

            “Give us your transporter coordinates,” said Kirk. “We’re beaming aboard.”

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            “One final order, Engineer Scott,” said Kirk as he, Spock, and (Y/N) stood in the Transporter Room in preparation. “If we do not return, the Enterprise must not be taken. If the Romulans attempt it, you’re to fight, and if necessary…destroy yourselves. Is that clear?”

            “Perfectly clear,” said Scotty.

            Kirk nodded, and he, Spock, and (Y/N) stepped into the Transporter. (Y/N) and Spock brushed their fingers against one another before taking their positions. They were risking a lot, but they had one another. They could complete their mission, no matter what had happened.

            “Energize,” said Kirk.

            At the same moment that the three Starfleet officers dematerialized, three Romulans materialized. The exchange was completed.

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            Spock, (Y/N), and Kirk materialized to find themselves on the Transporter pad of the Romulan ship. Guards stood with their phasers drawn.

            “Follow us,” they said.

            With no choice, Kirk, (Y/N), and Spock went with them. They guided them through the halls at gunpoint until they reached a final pair of doors. They slid open to reveal an official-looking room. The Commander’s office. A wide chair was turned towards the wall, obscuring their view of the Commander.

            But (Y/N) could feel the irritated emotions already, and they refused to show any emotion until they gauged their situation. The chair swiveled, and the Romulan Commander revealed herself.

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[ramshacklefey]

My friend sent me a post today about RPG classes for the TOS bridge crew, and while they were funny they were also so wrong that I was compelled to make my own list:

Captain James T. Kirk: Bard. But not in the "slutty rock star" way, in the "genuine renaissance man who can do at least a bit of everything" way. Kirk is the guy who read the entire player's guide cover to cover and built a character who would be the most useful in the widest array of situations.

Commander Spock: Monk. Everyone assumes he'd be a wizard, and I can see why because he's a scientist and he's terrifyingly intelligent, but this fails to account for the way that his strict "logic over emotion" ethic is so central to his character, or the fact that his wisdom score is at least as high as his int. He's also got pretty insane physical strength, and a lot of his abilities come from his meditative practices. Plus there's the psychic abilities he has, which I would put down as a kind of monk-magic.

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy: World's angriest paladin. Refused to let everyone else run off without a healer. Is a healer in the way that makes you very aware that healers are all doms.

Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott: Artificer. Nuff said.

Lt. Hikaru Sulu: Bard, but the kind who's an acrobat. His job on the ship is pilot, and he's the best damn pilot in all of Starfleet. We don't see this as much in TOS, because they didn't have the ability to do cool scenes of the ships flying around, but Sulu could fly the Enterprise through a needle with room to spare.

Lt. Nyota Uhura: Another bard. She's the friggin comm's officer! That means she's a linguist and a radio operator (something people forget was an actually necessary and technically demanding job). She also canonically is a beautiful singer and dancer.

Ensign Pavel Chekov: Here's our wizard. Hear me out. Chekov is the ship's navigator (another job that seems to be somewhat forgotten in contemporary sci-fi). Everything he does is based on intelligence, he's a little bit of a nerpus (low wisdom), and he works off of careful study and calculation. My guy was doing calculations for interstellar space plans using something slightly more advanced than an old DOS computer.

[calliecat93]

My silly insomnia-invoked, pre-slash Spones story idea that I'll never do cause fanfic writing and me are divorced, but I'm gonna blab anyways cause I can.

I'm imagining something kind of like Who Mourns For Adonis, where the landing party of Jim, McCoy, and some other guys are stuck somewhere with some God-like entity who fancies the one girl. Except we make it McCoy who gets courted, and Jim makes him go along with it to try and get them out of their situation (eventual they find out that McCoy leaving isn't included int hat and Jim doesn't take it well and McCoy is annoyed that Jim talked him into this damn mess, but that’s irrelevant ). The twist? Spock got handed the conn and is thus stuck on the ship and unable to transport down cause Alien Gods or whatever. But he gets told by Kirk about the development...

And he is pissed.

So while McCoy is having to do what Jim normally does and hating it and until they can figure out how to save the landing party, Spock is just... forced to wait it out on the ship. He is absolutely not freaking out internally about how the doctor that he does not have feelings for because he is an unfeeling Vulcan not only being courted by someone else, but that he can't do shit about it. He tries to act in control... but everyone on the Bridge can tell that he's about a second away from breaking off the arms of the Captain's Chair on accident, he's so tense. Uhura is especially annoyed since he keeps asking her to call Kirk or if any of the landing party has called in every 2.5 minutes and it’s driving her nuts.

Eventually the landing party manage to escape, get beamed back up, and go on their merry way. McCoy is there safe and not stuck with God-like aliens. Spock is relieved, and the Bridge crew are nice enough to agree with him when he tells the Captain that there were no issues. He might stare into the back of his head for a day or two after finding out that McCoy playing along was his idea. And because McCoy is a total shit who is turned on by Spock totally not being jealous, can't help but tease about how it wasn't so bad getting that kind of attention.

Next Away Mission that McCoy gets dragged to, Spock makes sure that he gets to go as well. He practically sticks to McCoy like glue, much to McCoy's exasperation. Can't let the doctor's emotionalism get him into trouble now, right? XD

[stopaskingme]

The alternate ending for Star Trek (2009) is to me the American "Mrs.Darcy"-kiss ending for Pride & Prejudice (2005).

Does the film need it? No.

But would it have made me blubber emotionally until I am a puddle of feelings? 1000%.

(Pasting the alternate ending here in case the webpage gets deleted)

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ALTERNATE SCENE B

SPOCK PRIME Then I ask that you do yourself a  favor… put away logic, and do what  feels right. The world you’ve inherited  lives in the shadow of incalculable  devastation… but there’s no reason you  must face it alone. 

And from around his neck, he removes the PENDANT that  until now, we’ve only caught glimpses of. Places it on  the table beside his younger self. The feeling in his  eyes is profound… 

SPOCK PRIME (CONT’D)This was a gift to me. Representing…  a dream. One we were unable to fulfill. (softly) The way you can now.

And moves to the door. Stops. Offers the VULCAN SALUTE:

SPOCK PRIME (CONT’D) As my customary farewell would appear  oddly self serving, I will simply say…  good luck. 

Their eyes hold. Spock turns, disappearing into the  corridor. Young Spock stares at the empty doorway a  beat, his mind a jumble of thoughts. Looks to the  pendant… and realizes it’s a HOLO-EMITTER. After  considering a beat, he hits an activation button and a  MOVING HOLOGRAPHIC MESSAGE materializes before him:

CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK. WILLIAM SHATNER. As always,  brash, wry, confident — and SINGING:

KIRK/ SHATNER Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to  you…  (stops, grins) I know I know, it’s illogical to  celebrate something you had nothing to do  with, but I haven’t had the chance to  congratulate you on your appointment to  the ambassadorship so I thought I’d seize  the occasion… Bravo, Spock — they tell  me your first mission may take you away  for awhile, so I’ll be the first to wish  you luck… and to say… (beat, emotional) I miss you, old friend. 

… and we’re PUSHING IN on Young Spock, taking in the  image of Kirk’s future self, the message, but above all —  the clear, unquestionable friendship these two men had…

INT. CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS

As Spock Prime walks off down the corridor, he passes  right by a man conferring with a nurse — the man pauses,  turns… it’s SAREK. Suddenly overcome by a feeling that  the stranger who’s just passed him is… oddly familiar.

KIRK/SHATNER (V.O.) I suppose I’d always imagined us…  outgrowing Starfleet together. Watching  life swing us into our Emeritus years… 

INT. STARBASE ONE – HANGAR – ETERNAL NIGHT

MUSIC BUILDING — glass walls reveal THE ENTERPRISE at  dock, UTILITY CRAFTS floating around it, repairing.  Standing at attention in rows, THE ENTERPRISE CREW —  over four hundred of them wearing DRESS UNIFORMS — TRACK  DOWN the faces, all proud: 

KIRK/SHATNER (V.O.) I look around at the new cadets now and  can’t help thinking… has it really been  so long? Wasn’t it only yesterday we  stepped onto the Enterprise as boys?  That I had to prove to the crew I  deserved command… and their respect? 

And we STOP ON YOUNG KIRK. Composed, focused, proud. A  man. And to every fan’s delight, finally wearing his  YELLOW SHIRT. The FEDERATION COMMANDANT stands at a  podium:

COMMANDANT This assembly calls Captain James  Tiberius Kirk…

Kirk breaks from formation, pivots, marches down the  hangar — past UHURA… SULU… CHEKOV… SCOTTY. All  Beaming. Notably absent, is Spock. Kirk ascends the  stairs, snaps to attention:

COMMANDANT (CONT’D)Your inspirational valor and supreme  dedication to your comrades are in  keeping with the highest traditions of  service and reflect utmost credit to  yourself, your crew, and the Federation.  By Starfleet Order 28455, you are hereby  directed to report to Commanding Officer,  USS Enterprise, for duty as his relief.

Kirk turns. Walks to… PIKE. In a wheelchair now,  wearing an ADMIRAL’S UNIFORM. Overnight, his hair’s  turned totally grey — but despite his trauma, his  pride’s overwhelming. They SALUTE each other:

KIRK I relieve you, Sir.  

PIKE … I am relieved.

He opens a BOX in his lap — glorious in repose, a MEDAL: 

PIKE (CONT’D)And as Fleet Admiral, for your… unique  solution to the Kobayashi Maru, it’s my  honor to award you with a commendation  for original thinking.

Pike containing a smirk, pins the medal to Kirk’s  chest…

PIKE (CONT’D) (a touch choked) Congratulations, Captain.

KIRK Thank you, Sir.

Kirk turns to the crowd. Eyes shining. WILD APPLAUSE.  OUR MUSIC SOARS. Bones leans in to Sulu, rolling his  eyes: 

BONES … Same ship, different day.

As Kirk rejoins his crew for hugs and congratulations, we  go to the BACK of the hangar… SPOCK PRIME. Watching.  Moved beyond words. He turns and leaves them to it… as  he goes… 

KIRK/SHATNER (V.O.) I know what you’d say — ‘It’s their turn  now, Jim…’ And of course you’re  right… but it got me thinking: 

INT. STARFLEET HOSPITAL – EARTH – DAY

Our montage comes full circle as we END on Kirk’s  transmission:

KIRK/SHATNER Who’s to say we can’t go one more round?  By the last tally, only twenty five  percent of the galaxy’s been chartered…  I’d call that negligent. Criminal even —  an invitation. You once said being a  starship captain was my first, best  destiny… if that’s true, then yours is  to be by my side. If there’s any true  logic to the universe… we’ll end up on  that bridge again someday. 

Stops, grins. Because this is the part he needs to say  most… 

KIRK/SHATNER Admit it, Spock. For people like us, the  journey itself… is home.

Young Spock’s face. Lost in feelings that flood through  him.

[teitpp]

Fic titles:

Once More For the Cheap Seats

Fools Rush In

😘

Um so.... that first one got away from me biiiig time XD XD XD here's your stories:

Once More For the Cheap Seats

(This one went waaaaay off the rails XD)

Romance/Drama, Mexican-American War/Circus AU, Janeway/Chakotay, Tom/Belanna, Past Paris/Janeway. CW: War, abuse, non-con, 1840s US racism/sexism

Tom Paris and Kathryn Janeway were two foolish teenagers in love when they ran away from disapproving and controlling fathers and were recruited int Kashyk's traveling circus. But what seemed a lucky break has turned since to exploitation and misery. Janeway's ballet training is pushed to the limits at nightly shows on the high wire while Tom spends his days wrangling the horses and his nights doing perilous fire juggling routines. Dreams and Teen Romance have long been worn to dust by the daily needs of survival.

After a show down on the border for US Troops, Janeway begins to notice a familiar face appearing nightly in same section of the cheap seats. Rumors spread through the large circus company that an army deserter and an escaped POW are following the circus, using their large company and entourage to hide. So far he's escaped discovery, but for some reason he cant seem to help attending every night, revealing his face only when shes peering down at him from the high wire.

Along the road, Janeway meets the deserter, Chakotay, and the POW he rescued, A woman named B'Elanna who disguised herself as a man in order to join the fighting. Together with Tom, she promises to keep their presence secret. The four of them help each other to survive along the road. And when nearby fighting forces the circus to head north, Chakotay comes to Kathryn with a dangerous proposal. To take a chance and run away with them. A chance at an escape she's long ago stopped dreaming of. Can the four of them make it south to freedom, or will Kashyk, and the front lines, be the end of the road?

Fools Rush In

Character Studies, ST (Various). Janeway, Kirk, Spock, Seven, Chakotay, Dal, Tuvok, anyone else who fits the bill.

A series of vignettes about various Star Trek characters with a penchant for daring decision making defending their choices to critical review boards. Fools, the review boards insist for rushing onto trouble. But is it foolishness or keen insight and the guts to see it through.

[endeavvor]

[ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( vulcan attire )

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  

BONUS TRACKS 1 2

Jim feels as if he is choking from how tight the collar is of his dress uniform. It is stuff, freshly starched, and the medals across his chest are shining each time he shifts, catching the light of his quarters. His gaze drops to them now, and he realizes what the true issue is. Wearing this uniform under present circumstances feels wrong.

While he is not one to shy away from posturing, he had grown enough in character to exhibit some sense of diplomatic tact. To wear this while on New Vulcan - he'd been trying for the last few days to work through the pronunciation he'd heard Spock use, Uhz-Ah'Rak, to no avail - he already felt some form of self consciousness being invited to participate in the event they had planned. It wasn't the first anniversary of the destruction of their home world, but it was the first where they felt officially settled in to their new planet.

As best he could understand, it was a mass meditation, perhaps even a prayer. Though the Vulcan path towards logic tended to shy away from full blow religion int he traditional sense. Maybe it was to try and reform a connection to each other and their planet. Being psi-null meant he was truly just attending to show face as a representative of Starfleet. A formality. Underlying the invitation from Ambassador Sarek, himself, and he knew the reality was he was being used to bait Spock into coming home for the remembrance.

His First Officer had been understandably on edge since, a storm of conflicted emotions none of them could truly sympathize with, though none of them tried. Giving Spock grace entailed pretending it did not exist, Vulcans were in control of their emotions, and in truth, the only ones that noticed something amiss were the ones closest. Even McCoy was choosing a wide berth. They simply stayed out of his way and let him work through it in his own way. Their attendance was unavoidable, a combination of Sarek and the Admirals had made that very clear. Still, there had been a collective sigh of relief to finally have the day come, just for the sake of it soon being over.

The Captain's eyes are tracing the specific medal that had been pinned to his chest after the conflict with Nero had concluded. At the time, he'd been proud. To an extent, he still was, but he sighs, and starts pulling them off, one by one, and returning them to their felt boxes. Starfleet had failed Vulcan that day, and the only reason they had survived themselves was a combination of Sulu's unfamiliarity with the Enterprise, Uhura's hard work in translations, Jim's suspicions, and Pike's ability to stop and listen.

Their own loses had also been severe, and Jim knew those staying on the ship tonight had plans of their own to celebrate and mourn.

The rest of his uniform follows, folded and hung with meticulous care, exchanged for a black suit. Custom fit, and one of the only pieces of clothing he'd forced himself to invest in since his promotion. It had been one of the only pieces of advice he'd followed from Winona, and he can't help the sense of warmth that spreads through him in appreciation for it. It slides on easier, the cut tailored to accentuate his broad shoulders and slim towards the waist. His only complaint is that it still feels slightly tight when he bends his arms, but bearable. It is paired with black shoes, black belt, black shirt, and finally, a black tie.

It is the latter that leaves him staring helplessly in the mirror, because of all the things James Kirk can do. There are still some things he cannot. Tying a tie is one of those things. A skill that was meant to be passed down traditionally by a father. There was never an opportunity or a reason, so it simply became a skill he did not possess and for a moment, thinks of forgoing it all together. Leaving the collar of his shirt loose and open at the neck. It is a look, but expected propriety and respect are what drive him from his quarters, silk cool between his fingers.

His eyes drag on the closed door of Spock's quarters as he passes, wondering if he felt the same about the uniform, but has no way to ask. He'd gone down hours after their arrival to see to preparations with his father, also to the partial relief of the rest of the core crew. There was fear of an incident that would result in several of them being rendered unconscious while having to drag the Commander from the ship. It was a dramatic image, and thought, and it caused Jim's lips to quirk as he rounded the corner to the lift.

The doctor was exactly where Jim expected to find him, seated behind his desk with a crease carving his brow severely as he poured over something on a tablet - that could be good or bad news, with the CMO, one never knew until he verbally spoke. Jim waited leaning against the door frame, knowing better than to interrupt prior to McCoy being ready for it. Had been on the end of some rather vicious tongue lashings for causing a loss of a train of thought, but it did not stop the worried fidgeting that was happening between his own hands that inevitably did the job for him.

He flinched as McCoy looked up, could see the way his lips began to part, and almost feel the curse on his tongue; but surprisingly, he paused. His gaze taking in the image in its entirety, the extreme lack of gold, blood, and injury. Or maybe it was the discomfort he exuded, and the way the Captain's lip was caught between his teeth.

His own mouth quirked in a smile that was reminiscent of the grinch, "Well, aren't you just a sight for sore eyes." McCoy's eyes widened slightly as he said it, tone dripping with the southern charm coated sarcasm.

It worked wonders to disarm Jim, the tension bleeding from his shoulders, but still couldn't quite meet his eye as he held up the offending material. "Bones, can you?" He paused, brow knitting. "Do you know how? I never - "

The Captain's mouth shuts with an audible click as he's silenced by the raising of a hand. Despite the incredulous look as he rises, there's something else beneath the doctor's gaze that he can't quite name. It's not quite sadness, but something more complicated as he comes to stand in front of Jim reaching out to pop the collar of his shirt. There's an expert exactness to his movements then as he goes through the motions. It is not perfect, not at first. It's been a while since McCoy had to tie something this way too, but he will settle for nothing less. "Color me shocked you can't figure out a few knots."

"Knots I can do, but those aren't usually for show. Just pleasure." He grins, thankful for the shift to easy banter until there's a particularly vicious pull at his neck and a tightening to cut off his supply of air. It turns into a wince that makes the doctor smile in turn. The OW is as petulant as it is pointed.

With a final tug, McCoy smooths the tie down, trying to soften the creases that were created by Jim's nervous plucking, and folds down his collar. His hands are warm in passing, and the comfort is leached. "There. I think that'll do."

"Thanks, Bones." His appreciation is soft, and already reaching to adjust the work that has just been meticulously done. There's a punctuated smack against his wrist, and a pointed stare.

"Yeah, well." Is all he says, and though Jim can see him brimming to make some form of comment, he's glad McCoy holds back. Doesn't know if his already teetering pride could take the plunge. "You look good. By minimal standards. Maybe enough to fry a few Vulcan circuit boards. God help us all."

With a shake of his head, Jim begins to retreat. Taking the chance of the dismissal to leave before they truly crack this conversation open. Being unable to hold it in any longer, he hears McCoy call after him, "AND COMB YOUR DAMN HAIR, YOU INGRATE."

On planet, he is left to his own devices.

This is his first time here, and knows as his gaze devours the landscape that is is nothing compared to the original. The dunes don't hold the same red tint that he saw only fractionally as he free fell towards the drill platform. What he was able to imagine from the few and far between tales shared with him. For a moment, he closes his eyes, feels the gentle caress of the warm breeze, and scents it. It opens an old would, creates an aching he cannot logically explain.

"This way, Captain." His dallying noticed by the guide, and he's urged forward towards a lavishly decorated hall. It is littered with the relics that were likely grabbed last minute in a panic, that desire to preserve a culture from its impending doom. Jim takes his time scanning them all, trying not to stare at the Vulcans doing the same. Most are largely intact, but here and there he sees the scars of their loss. Missing limbs, or fingers. In some cases, an eye. Countless burn scars. Notched ears.

Each one twists in his gut until the color drains from his face, and there's a presence at his elbow. "Here, you look as if you could use this." Her voice is soft, but lacking intonation. He cannot read it, but gratefully reaches for the glass of a deep red wine and stares at the female over the rim. She is petite for a Vulcan, her features delicate but not lacking the severity of brow, and the blunt bangs that fall across her forehead. Beautiful is a word that comes to mind, but not quite right.

The glass itself is not smooth or traditional by any sense. It is cylindrical, and ridged, imperfect. Jim looks at it with interest.

"Fulgurite." The female explains helpfully.

"The result of lightning striking sand." He supplements his own understanding.

She inclines her head, a slight dip of the chin, and a raised brow. "You may know, our home world frequently experienced lightning storms. We found a way to use them to our advantage, harness the energy to collect the glass itself."

She launches into a further explanation of the process that he truly does find interesting. Unfortunately, his attention soon becomes divided as two figures stride into the hall. Sarek stands taller than most, the top of his silver head visible over the rest, but his son stands shorter in comparison due to his heritage. Jim learns quickly that Spock either showed the same reservations about his Starfleet uniform, something he almost began to anticipate out of sheer spite, or he'd been subdued by obligation. His outfit itself was traditional and proving the Captain wrong in another aspect. He'd expected most of the Vulcans to be wearing long, drab, muslin robes that marked their respective ranks.

Aside from the elders, most were in black with accents of silver or gold. There were a few females who chose more outlandish streaks of color that complimented the tones of their skin.

Spock was no exception. His own garb a deep black, though as he crosses beneath one of the lights, Jim catches a faint shimmer of emerald. The collar is high, complimenting the column of his neck and drawing the eye to the cut of his jaw. The rest is cut tight, showing off the exact shape of his shoulders and tapering at the waist in a way that sucks all the moisture from his mouth. The sleeves are slightly excessive, hanging long, almost draping the floor when his hands are relaxed. Something that would cause amusement under normal circumstances as Jim reads the frustration, even at this distance, when Spock raises a hand in greeting to someone.

He finds, however, that he cannot laugh. Can barely tear his gaze away to observe the others present. Spock had confessed to him that at one time he had felt drawn to return and help his people, but something had held him back. Jim had managed to read between the lines of mirrored loneliness to put together he did not feel wanted here. It is not what he sees on the Vulcan's faces now. There is intrigue, piqued interest, maybe even downright envy. A few of the females are staring with a fascination that could only be defined as downright primal.

Could it be that Spock was actually wrong about them? Or could it be a desperation to rebuild that finally allows them to see him for his worth.

Both responses and the scrutiny of their gazes causes something vicious to rise in Jim himself. Raising the forgotten glass of wine to his own lips, he almost coughs as the liquid spreads across his tongue. Sharp, and unexpected. He feels transparent to the soft touch on his elbow from the forgotten Vulcan that had been trying to entertain him. Her gaze keen, and smile knowing, and his cheeks heat at his utter transparency.

"Careful," She chides with as close to amusement as can be expected from a Vulcan. Knowing undeniably she is making fun of him. "Vulcan wine can be an acquired taste."

His response is a half smile, and when Jim looks towards Spock again, he's surprised to find their gazes locking. He feels it, that electricity dancing over the surface of his skin, and the heat rising and curling around his bones. It is possessive, and as ancient as existence itself. It is calling him forward, calling him home, and he's moving forward before it even registers. He calls a half assed excuse over his shoulder as he continues cutting through the crowd, Spock moving with all the grace of an extinct Vulcan species of large cat. To his human mind, he can only liken it to a panther. Sleek and powerful. Demanding attention.

They meet somewhere in the middle, Spock's hands finding purchase in the small of his back. Ever at parade rest, but hiding from the Captain the white knuckle grip and shared desire to reach out. To touch. To claim.

Jim, himself, is suddenly awkward. Lacking the charm that usually gets him through these moments where he's at a loss of greeting. Settling somewhere between a HI, and you look - "Fancy meeting you here."

Spock, ever the one to point out the obvious, does so with the rise of one brow, and the faintest quirk of his lips. "Was this not our intended destination for the evening, Captain?"

"It's a figure of speech, Spock."

@fasciinating

[muirmarie]

hi I love every thought you add to that literal magical healing cock au. That last one about the dad w a terminal illness made me think of whether he'd want to research an actual cure and maybe grapple (perhaps at/with Spock) about how both his instincts feel selfish - to be able to potentially find a cure for others vs to be able to end any harm now. Like the latter seems obvious but considering what happened with his own dad y'know? Also like what level of suffering is ok to let resolve through traditional means and who gets to decide that. It's just such a delish thought experiment of an au

(re: this)

okay but YES, absolutely, I really haven't decided on a what sort of tone I want for the story because on one hand, there IS an inherent comedy to the situation, but on the other hand, I'm sitting here like. If Starfleet finds out, I don't care HOW chill they are, there is ABSOLUTLEY going to be some ambassador on some planet they're trying to get a treaty with with some sick relative that Starfleet would just, like, mention. Like no no no we're not trying to pimp you out, we promise, but also. Here's an interesting fact, huh?

It's one of the main reasons why it HAS to have an end date tbh.

And re: the dad stuff, I don't know if I'll include it because it really is a long diversion, but part of it also is, like. The crewmember (we'll call him Dan, I need a name), he can't just go and ask McCoy, but also? It's his DAD, so he also can't not ask McCoy? And Dan is having like an entire nervous breakdown about it until McCoy finds out through other means and then has to, basically, volunteer? And afterwards he just. Asks the dept heads to just tell him if anyone else is in that same position of just. Torn between two evils? Can't ask him to do that/can't not try to save someone important to them?

But YES re: is he just??? going to go around and sleep with everyone who's got this terminal illness???? is he just letting ppl die every second he's not sleeping with someone???? (also the benefits of being on a five year mission, he can't exactly just quit and become a full time sex healer) (jim reminds him of this very aggressively one night when mccoy is Deep In It)

And YES, like with the main crew he's friends with them, so it's easier! If it's his friend suffering, then offering isn't - they're friends! He's. He's helping out a friend in a specific situation with a time crunch factor! the scenarios i picked are all specifically time crunch or in uhura's case just: prolonged pain. But where exactly is that line?

I also - which I probably won't include because it's a lot heavier than I was thinking I was gonna make this - was thinking of a security officer actually dying, and his bf just. Having a breakdown and basically demanding that McCoy save him? And McCoy has to be like. He's dead. And then he has to grapple with like. What if he wasn't dead. What if he was in a coma. What if -

And then he drinks himself into passing out, tbh.

Also somewhat off-topic, but putting aside the magical healing cock, I do love the idea of crewmembers just coming to McCoy for a second opinion on treatment for their family & friends half a galaxy away? They're like "hey my sister's sick and her doctor said it's ___ but you're you, so can you take a look at her medical records? She already gave permission." Like he's just everyone's on call second opinion whether he likes it or not lmao?

anywho i am indeed extremely torn between having this be mostly silly shenanigans with a layer of angst and some grappling with the inherent coercion, or just like. a LOT of angst and some grappling with the human condition with a layer of silly shenanigans wrapped around it, lmao.

do they keep it from starfleet command? do they not keep it from starfleet command, but kirk and uhura work together to make sure mccoy doesn't get even one (1) msg from them about his condition? does spock sit in mccoy's office while mccoy talks himself into circles, because kirk always interrupts and gets angry, but spock will let mccoy talk himself out, even as he gets into, like, the really fucked up aspects of what he's trying to deal with/what some part of him really does think he should be doing?

like there's two different stories here haha, and i don't know that they fit together, but they're both interesting!

but also dan's parents ask after that "handsome young doctor fella" the entire rest of that 5 year mission lmao, and while dan is UNSPEAKABLY grateful that mccoy saved his dad's life, and mccoy & dan absolutely cannot look each other in the eyes 🙃

i want it to be the lighter story, but BUT there's just a lot to unpack around the edges of it that's hard to ignore!!

[cosmic-kiwi]

sojustsing:

ALTERNATE SCENE B SPOCK PRIME Then I ask that you do yourself a favor... put away logic, and do what feels right. The world you've inherited lives in the shadow of incalculable devastation... but there's no reason you must face it alone. And from around his neck, he removes the PENDANT that until now, we've only caught glimpses of. Places it on the table beside his younger self. The feeling in his eyes is profound... SPOCK PRIME (CONT'D) This was a gift to me. Representing... a dream. One we were unable to fulfill. (softly) The way you can now. And moves to the door. Stops. Offers the VULCAN SALUTE: SPOCK PRIME (CONT'D) As my customary farewell would appear oddly self serving, I will simply say... good luck. Their eyes hold. Spock turns, disappearing into the corridor. Young Spock stares at the empty doorway a beat, his mind a jumble of thoughts. Looks to the pendant... and realizes it's a HOLO-EMITTER. After considering a beat, he hits an activation button and a MOVING HOLOGRAPHIC MESSAGE materializes before him: CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK. WILLIAM SHATNER. As always, brash, wry, confident -- and SINGING: KIRK/ SHATNER Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... (stops, grins) I know I know, it's illogical to celebrate something you had nothing to do with, but I haven't had the chance to congratulate you on your appointment to the ambassadorship so I thought I'd seize the occasion... Bravo, Spock -- they tell me your first mission may take you away for awhile, so I'll be the first to wish you luck... and to say... (beat, emotional) I miss you, old friend. ... and we're PUSHING IN on Young Spock, taking in the image of Kirk's future self, the message, but above all -- the clear, unquestionable friendship these two men had... INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS As Spock Prime walks off down the corridor, he passes right by a man conferring with a nurse -- the man pauses, turns... it's SAREK. Suddenly overcome by a feeling that the stranger who's just passed him is... oddly familiar. KIRK/SHATNER (V.O.) I suppose I'd always imagined us... outgrowing Starfleet together. Watching life swing us into our Emeritus years...

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Change of Heart

by Cristina LePort

(A Miner & Mulville Novel)

Publication date: February 4th 2025

Genres: Adult, Thriller

Synopsis:

In the bustling heart of New York City, a young medical student's life is tragically cut short, though her heart continues to beat, holding the promise of life for another. Detective Kirk Miner is called to the scene and quickly uncovers a chilling conspiracy involving organ donations and high-stakes crime. As the investigation unfolds, Miner realizes the case is far more complex and dangerous than it initially seemed.

Enter FBI Agent Jack Mulville, who steps in to supervise Special Agent Charlotte Bloom as they join forces with Miner. Together, they unravel a web of corruption, revealing that Amy Winter's death is connected to a ruthless organ trafficking ring. Amy Winter, a promising pre-med student, is found dead under mysterious circumstances. Her death triggers an investigation that pulls Miner, Mulville, and Bloom into a labyrinth of deceit and desperation. As they dig deeper, they discover that Amy's heart is not just a donor's gift but a coveted prize in a deadly game controlled by criminals willing to kill to keep their secrets hidden.

The quest for justice takes Miner, Mulville, and Bloom through the shadowy underbelly of organ trafficking, revealing the lengths to which people will go to secure life-saving transplants. Amidst the danger, they face moral dilemmas and personal risks, pushing them to their limits as they strive to protect innocent lives and dismantle a powerful criminal network.

"Change of Heart" is a gripping medical thriller that intertwines the intricacies of modern medicine with the relentless pursuit of justice. Cristina LePort, M.D., masterfully combines her medical expertise with edge-of-your-seat storytelling, delivering a novel that will keep you turning pages long into the night. Dr. LePort is an accomplished physician with a passion for weaving medical knowledge into thrilling narratives. Her extensive background in medicine lends authenticity and depth to her stories, making the Miner & Mulville series a unique blend of fact and fiction. (CristinaLePort.com)

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/214074795-change-of-heart

Purchase:

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3WwA7er

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/change-of-heart-cristina-leport/1145674301?ean=9781610886598

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/change-of-heart/id6739426916

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/change-of-heart-124

AUTHOR BIO:

Dr. Cristina LePort was born in Bologna, Italy. She attended medical school at the University of Bologna and then completed her medical training at Long Island College Hospital in Brooklyn and at the University of California, Los Angeles. She is board certified in Internal Medicine and Cardiovascular Diseases and has been practicing medicine for more than thirty years. Cristina is also the Chief Medical Officer and co-founder of Genescient, a biotech company devoted to genetic research on aging and the amelioration of chronic diseases. Medicine and fiction are her twin passions, and she is absolutely thrilled to be able to share her medical thrillers with the world.

Cristina LePort currently resides in Orange County, California, with her husband Peter LePort, a general surgeon. They have three children and three grandchildren.

Author links:

https://cristinaleport.com/

https://www.instagram.com/cristinaleport/?hl=en

https://www.facebook.com/cristinaleportauthor/

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Nu kommer stormen Kirk – idag nyheter

Orkanen Kirk har vuxit kraftigt över Atlanten och är nu på väg mot Europa. Spanien har gått i beredskap och flera medier rapporterar om en storm även i Sverige. idag nyheter ringde Johan Groth på StormGeo för att höra hur Gästrikland påverkas. Enligt honom kommer Kirk att tappa strömmen när den når oss på torsdag. Det kommer att blåsa – men ingen storm. – Det ser inte ut som en storm på något…