Small snickers.
Spock thought he spoke Standard fluently...
Like all parents, Sarek had always envisioned his son's perfect spouse.
More ficlet silliness. Wedding vows...
Once again, my ficlets are breeding off each other. This is a sequel to 'A Slight Linguistics Problem' but like most of my stuff, it can be read on its own. 'Paparazzo' is the singular form of 'paparazzi."
Turns out Jim doesn't know everything about you-know-what.
This is a sequel to Bones and Jim have "The Talk" because someone suggested it needed a sequel. Your wish is my command...
McCoy is worried about Spock's diet. He shouldn't be; Jim is on the case.
McCoy should know better than to call Spock's bluff...
Pure fun, just because I wanted to see if I could write something short.
Kirk keeps getting injuried. McCoy tells him to lay off his favorite activity.
The boys are fighting...again. Jim can't win. I don't think he wants to.
I'm sorry even as I'm posting this, but what can I do? The muse insists. Tee, hee, blush.
Stop me before I ficlet again! This time, Scotty gets the last word.
McCoy needs to learn to knock.
We all know the Russians came up with everything--or did they?
More general silliness. McCoy is there to pronounce TOD.
I've been bitten by the ficlet bug. Poor McCoy gets a private show.
My ficlets are now giving birth to ficlets (this may be a bad trend). This is a sequel to "Inwented in Mother Russia" but can be read alone (or with a partner, tee hee).
We've all been there; Jim isn't sure about his skills. I have not been able to find the Vulcan term for 'blow job,' so I hereby invent it: salur zchlink. Salur means 'to blow' and zchlink is 'friend.' Works for me.
Enjoy.
Pike has a few questions about Jim's supplies...
