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To the crew of the USS Enterprise, NCC-1701,
It has come to my attention that while many of you have taken steps to use less vulgar language while in person, the same could not be said during com. calls and messages. Steps have been taken to remedy that issue.

James T. Kirk.
Captain of the USS Enterprise, NCC-1701

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To James T. Kirk,

WHO THE sam hill GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO TELL ME TO CHANGE MY corn-nut LANGUAGE?! YOU’RE god bless the Federation LUCKY THAT I DON’T COME TO THE BRIDGE AND six and two is eight YOU MYSELF! YOU cheese whiz, merlin’s beard, shucks, OF A eat soap!
GO lick a duck!

Leonard H. McCoy
Chief Medical Officer of the USS Enterprise, NCC-1701

~This message has been edited to remove expletives ~

[part 2/?]

~ Hold My Hand ~

Originally posted by ch-est-er

Originally posted by cute-guysxx

Request: Jim Kirk, your boyfriend, teaching you to slow dance at a party. - Anon

Words: 2897

Warnings: None really, a little bit of tears and angst maybe, but the rest is hopefully fluff!

Beta’d: Again by the lovely @yourtropegirl! I’m sure all who follow me also follow her, but if you’re not following her… go do it! She’s lovely and kind and really, really nice!

A/N: I’M SO SORRY NONNIE! I have no idea why it took me so long, but I deleted this story at least 10 times before I found a beginning that I liked. And I’m also really sorry that the part of the actual dancing (or learning at least) was cut short, I just am a person with two left feet, so I kinda went with my own experience here (I did google how to teach slow dancing, but that didn’t really help me, because I had no idea how to turn what I saw into words, so I hope you’re not too mad at me!).

Tags (requested for this fic): @musingsongbird, @cookieoffortune 


“Ambassador Y/L/N?“

You put the little girl you had in your arms down on the ground and nudged her softly, pushing her in the direction of her friends and siblings, who were running around a little bit further down the path.

“Yes?,” you said, straightening yourself up and turning around to face the man who had spoken.

“I have a message for you. It’s from Yorktown.”

“Thank you”, you whispered, smiled weakly and took the letter with a trembling hand from the Vulcan. He just bowed a little and disappeared between some houses, his tunic floating in the wind.

As you pondered over the decision to open the letter or not, you walked down the path to the little cottage you called your home, at the border of the capital while you were on New Vulcan. Of course you had heard of the events in Yorktown and about the destruction of the Enterprise during the rescue mission of that alien’s crew, so you knew that the letter would come sooner or later.

The moment you walked through the door you slumped down to the floor, your body shaking and tears flowing. Not only had you lost your good friend Ambassador Spock some time ago, now you had to live with the knowledge that your boyfriend and his crew had passed away too.

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