Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!atl-c02.usenetserver.com!news.usenetserver.com!feed3.newsreader.com!newsreader.com!yellow.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "sataineroon" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS "Choices" 1/1 (K/Mc, AR) [PG] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 212 Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 21:55:02 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1100555702 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 15 Nov 2004 16:55:02 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 16:55:02 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85662 X-Received-Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 13:55:40 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek and I am not making a profit. Title: "Choices" Author: Neroon Contact: thesatai@adelphia.net Series: none Rating: PG Parts: 1/1 Codes: AR Summary: Takes place at the end of the first 5-year mission. "Jim, don't do this." McCoy grasped at Kirk's bicep. "Sorry, Bones. I've made my decision. I'm not going back into space, at least not for now. Starfleet wants me at headquarters." "And of course it doesn't hurt that you'll be an admiral and sitting at Nogura's right hand?" "That isn't why I'm taking the position. I've always done my duty and you know it!" Jim's face hardened with implacability. "Right! The golden boy of Starfleet! The man who always finds a way to save the universe!" McCoy taunted. "Bones, there's no point...." McCoy's grip squeezed even tighter. "Point? I'll tell you what the point is. You've decided you don't want to be my lover anymore. It wouldn't do for Starfleet to know that you're fucking your CMO, would it?" Kirk's voice lowered to a growl. "McCoy, you know what we had wasn't enough. You were only my safety valve. The sex might have been good, but it wasn't enough and you took advantage of our relationship." McCoy visibly bristled. "I resent that. Someone had to tell you when you were getting above yourself. Spock certainly wouldn't. He's too enamored of the golden boy." "Let's leave Spock out of this!" Jim protested. "As if we could! Ever since you found out about his feelings following that debacle with T'Pring, he's been closer to you than a leech. Now, you confide in him when you used to come to me--for a drink and whatever else you needed." "Leonard, please, I know I owe you, but I'm not going to pay with my body anymore. You're my CMO; it's wrong!" "Wrong? You didn't think it was wrong in those months after you killed Gary Mitchell or after you let the sainted Miss Keeler die!" Jim's hazel eyes flared with anger. "Shut up! You're not exactly a model of the loving family man and teetotaler! I'm sick of your self- righteous prattle. Who made you my conscience? You conveniently forgot your Hippocratic Oath when it suited so don't give me that crap!" The doctor shivered and then whispered, "Jim, I love you." "I'm sure you believe that, but what you truly wanted was to possess me, body and soul. It gave you a thrill to have me in your bed, to put one over on the crew, especially Spock. I've heard about the way you've taunted him over the years." "Spock, it always comes back to Spock! That pointy-earred Vulcan can't feel love or passion. You'd be better off trying to mate with Enterprise!" "HE'S my friend." "But that's not what you want from him, is it? Did that fight to the death excite you? Do you get hard thinking about him? That's what this is all about, isn't it? Well, don't count on it, James T. Kirk. The Vulcan may have two hearts, but he doesn't know what to do with either one. Of course, he's well-hung so maybe he can keep that prick of yours happy. But then it doesn't take much; you could probably get it up with a tribble!" Kirk's fist exploded into McCoy's face. The physician felt the pain of the blow as he hit the deck. Stunned, he didn't even notice the Captain stalk out of the cabin. Striding down the corridor, Kirk immediately headed for Spock's cabin. He knew his friend would be waiting to hear about the encounter. Spock look up from his computer, but then jumped to his feet to hurry to Kirk's side. "Captain...Jim, are you all right?" "Fine, Spock. It's McCoy who needs first aid." "You struck him?" Jim nodded. "I lost my temper. He started in on you again." "Captain, Dr. McCoy has been on my case--as you would say--since he first came on board. It has become a habit with him." "I know, but since that episode on Vulcan, he's got it in his craw that you're interested in me." "Jim...." "It's okay, Spock. It's not your fault. He's just jealous. Because we were...close, he thinks he has the right to lecture me, own me. Nobody owns Jim Kirk." Spock returned to his seat at the computer. "So you still intend to take the position in San Francisco?" Jim flopped down in the first available seat, rubbing at his tense neck muscles. "Oh, I expect I'll miss my life on Enterprise for a few months, but Nogura says my input will be invaluable. I'm not that old. I'll get back into space in a year or so and I'll have paid my dues." "I will miss our chess games, Captain." Spock stared at the screen in front of him. Kirk glanced over at the familiar figure. "You're serious about going to Vulcan?" In a low, calm voice the First Officer replied, "When I chose to join Starfleet, I knew I would have to make...adjustments in my thinking. Humans have many fine qualities, qualities which I have learned to appreciate, but I feel the need to immerse myself in the Vulcan way. It is who I am and I cannot allow it to be lost despite my duty to Starfleet." "I understand," Jim lied, "but I hope we can keep in contact. Your friendship means a great deal to me." For a second Spock hesitated. "I, too, value our friendship." "Good. Spock, I...." "Captain...Jim, there will be time after San Francisco, after Vulcan. We must be true to ourselves before we can speak of more." Kirk's eyes couldn't face the concerned gaze of his friend. "I suppose you're right. We both need time, but I want you to know this- -I do want you with me." "I will be there." Kirk grinned. "I'm counting on it and you've never disappointed me. Now, what do you say we play chess? It might be quite awhile before I have the chance to whump your butt again." Spock's eyebrow arched. "I do not remember your ever having done so, Sir." "No? Then I have something to look forward to the next time we meet." Just the flicker of a smile curved the firm Vulcan lips. "As do I." THE END ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: