Moments at Gol: Chapter 3 – McCoy
The doctor had seen Spock in many guises. He had seen him unconscious, injured, delirious with fever, blind, even insane. But he had no frame of reference for seeing Spock as he was now. He…
The doctor had seen Spock in many guises. He had seen him unconscious, injured, delirious with fever, blind, even insane. But he had no frame of reference for seeing Spock as he was now. He…
Saavik hovered outside the chamber, caught in illogical nervousness. How to react as a Vulcan should to this meeting? How to react as a logical being, not as a child torn from an illogical world,…
Jim was scared to see Spock. He had never been scared to see Spock before. The Vulcan had been apprehensive of facing him, perhaps when he had spoken of pon farr, so very long ago.…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Captain’s Log, Stardate (insert here): Doctor McCoy was able to stabilize Descin and remove the dagger from his shoulder. He expects the man to make a full recovery. As for…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Todar blinked several times, trying to clear his vision. He lifted his head, his dazed expression changing to one of grim triumph. “He is no longer with us, then?” the…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Todar crested the rise just in time to see a flash of bright orange disappear behind a large boulder. He bent over and stopped to catch his breath, hands on…
~ by Laurie Howard aka beyondtoday Author Note: Other characters in this story created by me are Lucas Kirk, son of Capt. James Kirk, and SJ (Spock Jr.), the son of Cmdr. Spock. Lucas and…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Kirk sat on the edge of his bed, drinking a cup of coffee. He rubbed his eyes with one hand. The intercom on his wall chirped. He set the mug…
~ by Laurie Howard “Spock, this way!” Captain Kirk yelled behind him as they ran through a deep thicket of bushes, trying to outrun the men who were chasing them. Sweat was running down Kirk's…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Albix sat on the edge of the bed, one arm hanging out of his robe as McCoy closed his wound. “That should do it,” he drawled, handing the tissue repairer…
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