Bookdragon's Lair

Title: Players
Author: bookdragon01
Characters/Pairing: Kirk/Gaila
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Summary: Jim did some research before making a move on Gaila, but maybe not quite enough... humor/romance
Rating&Warnings: PG-13, none

Disclaimer: I don't own them, but they're a lot of fun to play with

Title: What Could Go Wrong
Pairing:  George Kirk/Winona Kirk
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Summary:  George still viewed this process with wonder and Winona really needed that to carry her through because this pregnancy was harder than the first.  A moment between Winona and George a few days before everything goes sideways. Musing on why she’s out there with him despite her less-than-fully-fit-for-duty condition. 
Warnings: None, except reference to discomfort of pregnancy
Disclaimer: Don't own them, but I'm grateful to be able to write about them

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Winona Kirk allowed her husband to help haul her out of the chair.  A small smile played on his lips as she made it to her feet and he ran a hand lightly over her distended belly.  That smile was the reason she'd agreed to leave Sam with her sister and come with him on this mission despite her less-than-fully-fit-for-duty condition.

Hey, it'll be no problem - light duty and we'll be home before your ankles even start to swell.  Sometimes that can-do, no-problem confidence that made him a natural leader drove her crazy.  But George still viewed this process with wonder and Winona really needed that to carry her through. 

Her first pregnancy has been easy, or maybe her own sense of awe at a new life growing inside her had let her brush aside the less pleasant aspects, but this time around was harder.  She felt more tired, more swollen, more irritable, and the morning sickness was hanging on well beyond the first few months.

"It'll be alright," George said, as though reading her mind. "Three more days of mapping and we head home.  Then you can lay on the couch and let me take care of everything until Baby 2.0 arrives."

She leaned into his hands as he rubbed her back, smoothing muscles sore from an unbalanced load, and gave him a weak smile. "I'm going to hold you to that, you know.  No finding another mission critical excuse to run off this time."

Sam had been an easy pregnancy, but a hard labor and George had managed to miss the first six hours (not intentionally, but she was still never going to let him forget it).

"Not a chance," George chuckled, watching a ripple mark her stomach when the baby kicked.  "In fact, I'll be sticking extra close.  This one's so active; he's likely to shoot right out."

Everyone kept assuring her that second babies usually came more easily, so maybe when it came to delivery there's be some compensation for the pregnancy itself being less a journey of wonder than a long, difficult slog toward the due date.

"Let's hope," Winona held up crossed fingers and laid her other hand on the bulge where an active baby was turning her womb into a fetal playroom.  "As long as he stays in there until we get home."

"He's not due for six more weeks and even if makes a break for it, we've got a great medbay on this ship." George gave her a teasing smile. "Hey, if he's born at warp, we can name him Zephram."

"I don't think so." She fixed him with a look.  He was trying to cheer her up, but her brain felt too water-logged with excess hormones to play the name game now. 

Their first had had a name waiting from the moment they'd known, but they couldn't quite settle on a second boy's name ("Well, it's hard to beat a name as perfect as 'George Samuel'," as her husband would deadpan).  Still, maybe having one would make her feel more prepared.  Right now uncertainty felt like a bad omen. Winona wasn't superstitious, but a shiver went down her spine at the thought.

George put his arm around her and she tried to let his warmth and confidence, that natural steady optimism that sometimes drove her mad, lift her spirit.  "I just can't help worrying."

He brushed a strand of hair around ear and kissed her forehead. "Five more days and then we'll be home.  What could go wrong?"

Darwin Awards

Summary: The annual Darwin Awards are still running in 2259. Jim is a fan. Bones thinks Jim's a wannabe. Spock is just confused by what humans find funny.

Originally posted on fanfiction.net

Rating: T, because McCoy cusses - I just can't write him any other way.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plotline, and even the plot bunny is really my dh's fault.

Summary: What if Kirk had known about Uhuru and Spock back in the Academy? Nyota can dish the comeback when she feels like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek. If I did, this would have been posted from my mansion in Hawaii.
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"I don't get it. It must be like making love to an iceberg!"

Nyota Uhura's steps missed a beat as she crossed the cafeteria. She'd lost count of how many times she'd overheard almost exactly the same the comment and ignored it. But this time she had clearly been meant to hear and something in her snapped. She turned and marched in the direction of its source.

The students at the offending table fell silent and suddenly became very interested in their lunches as she arrived.

"There is something I think you have failed to observe about icebergs."

Almost involuntarily they all looked up at her. She leaned in and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "They're big," she said, favoring them with a wicked smile, "very, very Big." She then turned on her heel and strode away.

At the table, three female students giggled and blushed furiously. One medical corps student tried desperately not to fall out of his seat laughing. And Jim Kirk fixedly studied his plate, considering that his chances of nailing Uhura had just become somewhat...smaller.