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Title: Option #2 (The Road Almost Taken Remix)
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters: Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 715
Summary: When faced with possibilities, the ones not taken can be almost as enticing as the ones that are.
Original Story: Options by Thistlerose.
Written for Remix Madness 2011

Option #2 (The Road Almost Taken Remix) )
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Title: Follow Through
ST Ship Olympics Team: Team Blonde Ambition (Kirk/Rand), for Event #2
Universe: AOS
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~2800
Summary: Starfleet sought to make us a functional unit, a captain and his assistant; what we ended up as were partners.
Notes: Huge thanks to [ profile] hellokatzchen for courageously throwing herself at all the awkward phrasing and errant commas that used to reside in this fic.
Follow Through )
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Title: Say What?
Fandom: ST Reboot
Characters: Kirk/Rand
Word Count: 242
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Notes: Written for [personal profile] medie's 2010 [ profile] fandom_stocking.

"You will."


"Yes, you will."


"Yes you - you know what? I'm not arguing with you about this any more. This is non-negotiable. You will finish approving these departmental budgets, and you will submit a year end report to Starfleet."

"Aw, but, Jaaaaaaanny..."

"Don't whine, Jim. You're not five years old. For gods sake, you're a Starfleet captain. You have these little things called responsibilities. And some of those responsibilities involve completing paperwork, no matter how boring it is."

"Not gonna."

"Yes. You. Will. Or I'll - I'll -"

"Or you'll what?"

"I'll tell Christine that you're avoiding your physical with McCoy, I'll tell catering that you're looking a little pudgy around the middle, so no more late-night chocolate cake for you, and you'll be sleeping alone for the next week."


"Don't think I won't do it."

"You fight dirty, Jan. I thought we agreed no letting our personal relationship interfere with ship's business."

"It's a special occasion, Jim. And this isn't interfering. It's influencing. So are you going to start with the budgets or the report?"

"... mgpeirhrthdkjfth."

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand that."

"I said, I'll start with the budgets. Slave driver."

"Yup. And you know you love me for it."

"Well, yeah, I guess I do."
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Title: Secrets
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters: Joanna McCoy, Jim Kirk, Christopher Pike
Word Count: 1500
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: shitty parenting?
Notes: Erm, this kind of took on a life of it's own... sorry?
Written for [personal profile] saavikam77's 2010 [ profile] fandom_stocking.
Secrets )
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X is for Xenophobic
Characters: Reboot!Kirk
Word Count: 300
Notes: PGish for a couple bad words

Standing in front of a disciplinary committee was not a new experience for Jim Kirk. Standing in front of a disciplinary committee where he was not the one in trouble? That was a new experience.

He tugged at his dress uniform uncomfortably and resisted the urge to shift from foot to foot. The hearing was almost pro forma, as there were multiple recordings of the. . . incident.

Jim always knew that Fitzby was a bigoted asshole, but hadn't realize he was stupid as well. Mouthing off about the Deletian ambassador at the reception celebrating that same world's entry into the Federation was a feat that dwarfed even the stupidest shit Jim had ever pulled. It had taken a great deal of verbal tap dancing and a healthy dose of the Kirk-luck to prevent the Deletians from summarily withdrawing from the Federation all together.

How that man had been allowed to become a Commander, Jim would never understand. But he wouldn't be for long.

". . . and so in conclusion, this panel finds your actions deeply disturbing and unbecoming of a Starfleet officer," the judge magistrate droned on, finally getting to the point. "As a result, this committee hereby demotes you to the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade. You are ordered to report to Admiral Moritaka for a two week course of sensitivity training, after which you are to be assigned as a TA for all sections of the Academy's Introduction to Starfleet courses, for the period of two academic years."

Jim tried very hard to keep the smirk off of his face, but from the looks the judge magistrate was giving him, he wasn't really succeeding. It wasn't quite the punch in the face that he had wanted to give to Fitzby, but it would have to do.
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H is for Harrowing
Characters: Janice Rand, Jim Kirk
Word Count: 300
Rating: G

Jim and Janice sit back to back in the warm sun, gulping down air as their lungs valiantly try to take in enough oxygen.

"Well that was certainly bracing," Jim says between gasps.

"That's not the word I'd use for it," Janice retorts, wondering if her chest will ever stop feeling like it's on fire.

"Invigorating? Exciting? Heart-pounding?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of terrifying, harrowing, and exhausting."

"Spoilsport," Jim says, and Janice can just imagine his lower lip pouting out. "We won, didn't we?"

"We did," she concedes. "But Captain?"


"I am never ever agreeing to do another Yeoman/Captain Amazing Race with you. I don't care how much money we just raised for Vulcan orphans. I'll just write them a damned check."

"Awww. But Janny," Jim whines. He's the only one who can get away with calling her that without getting a kick in the balls for his trouble. "Next year they're holding it on Nimbus III. It'll be great!"

Janice twists around so that she can look back over her shoulder and peers at him incredulously. "Captain, you're aware that Nimbus III is over 80% desert, and is such a harsh environment that even Vulcans have a hard time living there?"

Her reasonable, rational, logical arguments have no effect, and Jim simply turns up the puppy-dog eyes another notch. Janice can feel her resolve crumbling.

"We'll have to ask Commander Spock for training tips. I know he lead a few cadet groups through the Forge. He'll know what we need to do."

Jim beams at her, and despite herself, Janice smiles back.

"Pike and Colt won this three years in a row. Think we can beat them?"

Janice merely laughs and shakes her head in disbelief. Arguing with Jim Kirk is an exercise in futility.
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Written for the 2010 [ profile] trekreversebang, where the artists drew first and then the authors wrote for the image.

Title: Clean-up Duty
Artist: [ profile] bryannamorgan
Author: [personal profile] velvetmouse
Universe/Characters: Reboot; Kirk-centric, ensemble cast
Rating: G (art)/PG (fic)
Word Count: ~11,500
Summary: Sometimes Kirk feels like the universe is out to get him. When he's ordered to go back to Chicago, 1929, he's sure of it.
Warnings: Tommy guns and bad dialects.
Notes: Ideas and methodologies liberally cribbed from the TOS episodes A Piece of the Action, Tomorrow is Yesterday, The City on the Edge of Forever, and Assignment: Earth.
Many many thanks to [ profile] sherylyn and [personal profile] mari4212, who are two of the best betas a girl could ask for.
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Clean-up Duty )
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Title: Burden of Command (The Captain Knows Best Remix)
Author: [personal profile] velvetmouse
Fandom: Star Trek (technically Reboot, but there's only a passing reference to distinguish it from TOS here)
Summary: Sometimes the orders he gives don't quite go as planned.
Characters: Jim Kirk/Hikaru Sulu
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 1274
Warning: Swearing, implied D/s relationship
Original Story: Five orders Hikaru Sulu hates by [ profile] curiouslyfic
Notes: Many thanks to my beta, C.

Burden of Command (The Captain Knows Best Remix) )
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Title: Morning Surprise
Author: [personal profile] velvetmouse
Fandom/Characters: Reboot; Chapel/McCoy, Kirk
Rating: PG
Summary: It wasn't that Jim was shocked to see them; he was just shocked to see them like that.
Notes: Sequel to Taking Control

For [ profile] seren_ccd, because she asked for it. :-)
Morning Surprise )
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Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Characters: girl!McCoy/Kirk
Written for [ profile] storydivagirl 's 2009 [ profile] fandom_stocking

"Elizabeth Lenora McCoy! Get your ass out here before I come in there for you!"

The CMO of the Enterprise, more commonly known as Bones, winced from her seat in her office, where she was barricaded behind a mountain of PADDs. There were exactly two people on the ship who could get away with using her full name. The voice shouting was distinctly male, so clearly it was not her best friend and head nurse, Christine Chapel.

With a sigh, she rose and calmly made her way into the main area of Sickbay, affixing a scowl firmly on her face.

"Captain James Tiberius Kirk. And just what did I do to deserve the honor of you screaming like a banshee in my Sickbay?"

Undeterred, the captain of the flagship of the Federation grinned broadly at her and continued bouncing on the balls of his feet, like a small child on Christmas.

"Come one, Bones, you've got to see this!" he said grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the door.

McCoy threw a pleading look over her shoulder, but none of her nurses seemed willing to come to her rescue.

She allowed herself to be led to the lift, where Kirk manually inputted the destination rather than using the normal voice-activated computer. Then he began whistling - off-key, as he always did when he was inordinately proud of himself. McCoy rolled her eyes and huffed but did not comment; it would only encourage him.

"Computer, halt lift," Kirk suddenly ordered. Before she could question him, she felt a soft piece of cloth slip around her face as a blindfold.


"Shhh," he ordered, his breath warm on her ear. "Computer, resume."

She felt the lift move under her again but the blackness was beginning to close in on her. It took all of her self-control not to claw the blindfold off, and just when she thought she couldn't stand it any more, the familiar weight of Kirk's hand on her shoulder steadied her.

She felt herself being gently led off the lift and then she felt the blindfold slacken. She blinked several times, but the scene before her didn't change.

They were in the observation deck, she was sure, but it had been transformed into a moonlit glade. In one corner was a candle-lit dinner, table and chairs cleverly disguised as tree stumps. Trees and Spanish moss were everywhere, and the faint sounds of crickets and frogs was overlaid by softly playing music.

She turned to Kirk, who was standing with an uncharacteristically shy expression on his boyish face.


"Do you like it, Len?"

"You know I do, but - but - why?"

He kissed her softly, and led her over to the table. "Since I can't take you home, I thought I'd bring some home to you. Happy anniversary, love."


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