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    Star Trek Christmas Stories

    (And Stuff)

    For reasons which are no longer clear, I signed up for several story exchanges and random prompts. These are the results.

    Thursday
    Dec162010

    Is It Really Cheating?

    Written for Happy Trekmas on Livejournal, based on the prompt by my recipient chiralove.

    Her prompt: Spock and Jim are teaching at the Academy between missions and are completely ignoring their mutual attraction. Jim, in a pigtail-pulling sort of way, is coaching cadets on how to hack Spock's Kobayashi Maru test.

    “Four months, sir?” the Captain asked the face of the Admiral on the Bridge viewscreen. He could feel the surprise of the command crew as they also studied the man on the screen, the one who decided their fate for the foreseeable future.

    “Yes, Captain. It’s standard procedure. As the Enterprise is scheduled for repairs, refits, and upgrades,” Admiral Komack said, his near impatience coming through. “I would have thought you and your crew would look forward to time on Earth.”

    “Of course we are, sir,” Jim said reluctantly. “We had understood it would be closer to three weeks.”

    “The timeline has been revised. You will be provided accommodations at Starfleet. We will discuss temporary assignments individually when you arrive,” Komack informed them.

    “Assignments, sir? We won’t have shoreleave after all?” Jim asked, wondering why Pike wasn’t the one telling them this. He’d understand. He’d actually been in space. Unlike Komack whose brain was in space though the rest of him had never gone.

    “You will be afforded your leave. As you continue to be in the employ of Starfleet, we are not inclined to allow our best resources to simply wander away for the duration.”

    “I see, sir,” Jim said, trying very hard to retain his temper that was threatening to fly into the viewscreen, to smash Komack’s smug face. “Anything further sir?” Yeah, he’d just dismissed the Admiral but better dismiss him than be brought up on charges of insubordination.

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    Saturday
    Dec112010

    Santa Claus is Coming to Town…Space…the Enterprise. Yeah – the Enterprise 

     

    Originally written for and published on LiveJournal KSAdvent Calendar.

     

    “Keptain?” Chekov said in a mix of excitement and confusion. He turned his wide eyes to the Captain, shaking his head, making his blond curls bounce.

    “Yes, Mr. Chekov,” the Captain prompted, looking up from the padd on which was listed the rotations for the next week, including leave for the Christmas and New Year’s holidays. Chekov’s cheeks were bright pink, his expression vacillating between eagerness and reluctance. “What is it you have to report?”

    “The sensor, sir. It is picking up a distant object.”

    Chekov stopped and Jim tried hard not to sigh in frustration. Was he going to have to bribe his young navigator to tell him what he had seen?

    “The sensor, Ensign?” Jim asked with enough of his ‘captain’ voice to prompt Chekov to report what he had to tell him. Finally. “Is something endangering the ship?”

    “Not endangering, sir. No sir. It’s… it appears to be… sir, if you vould look for yourself, please,” Chekov finally said, waving at his console in unspoken… confusion? Wonder? Anxiety?

    Jim crossed the short distance to the navigational console, wishing that he hadn’t sent Spock to the Science Labs. Although, he’d admit only to himself, he was glad for the respite from Spock’s presence and the ever-present feeling that his First Officer was judging him, waiting for him to screw up again. On the other hand, if he were here, Chekov would be attempting to explain to Spock what he had seen but was incapable of describing. Well, Spock wasn’t here and it was, ultimately, Jim’s responsibility. He sat in the chair Chekov vacated, looking at the sensor at which his navigator was gesturing, a little afraid he was about to be clobbered by the Russian’s enthusiasm.

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    Saturday
    Dec112010

    Twas The Night Before Christmas - Trek Style

    This one all mine - for no reason than the Christmas spirit that moved me!

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ship
    The sensors were quiet, not even a blip.
    The stockings were hung in the Rec Room with care
    In hopes that candy and cookies would soon appear there.
    The crew were all snug in their bunks,
    Only a few still in Christmas funks.
    Spock in his robe looking just like a Jedi
    Was settling in with me for much needed shut-eye
    When the alarms began to sound for an alert that was red.

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