This is my first attempt at doing anything like this, but I've decided to give it a try. All of these should be 100 words, but I'm not sure. Just read and review and let me know if this style is worth pursuing. My goal is 100 drabbles - 25 installments of 4. Anyway - read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any of its many forms.

Disclaim

"It wasn't logical of me to think that you would always be mine," she whispered into the darkness. "I just wished that 'that day' didn't have to come so soon."

He twined his fingers through hers over the remainder of their meal and shook his head. "You once told me that love and logic walked separate roads. Perhaps the moment has arrived when logic can be put aside for something more…personal."

"The High Command will disapprove."

"I have found that nonchalance is the typical human response when one does not care for another's opinions. I am my own now, Nyota."

Cerise

For all McCoy's insistence that everyone stay in his sight, he never noticed when she led him out of sickbay, to her quarters. She brushed the dampened cloth across his face and the bare skin of his chest, wiping away all traces of beaded green.

"Does it bother you, Nyota?" His voice was coarse with sand from the planet's surface.

"Does what bother me?"

He looked up with tumultuous eyes. "I bleed green. I'm not like you."

"Green is more flattering than red, my love," she trailed kisses, following the path of the cloth. "I've always thought so. You're perfect."

Counterclockwise

He'd never considered the possibilities that his dual heritage offered. For the better part of his life, the eccentricities of his dormant humanity had been the source of scorn and revulsion from both parties; it was something to be rejected, subdued. His mother had accepted this aspect of his nature and had given him the same tender smile he was sure she would have given any full-human son. But that was the way of things.

It wasn't until later, when he'd first stumbled his way into the light-hearted cadet's embrace, that he'd considered an alternative to the logical Vulcan life.

Wax

The flame cast a warm glow on his face in the darkness, softening the sharp angles of his features. His eyes, the most human part, were tight against the emotion running rampant inside. She gripped his hand. He knelt onto one knee before the expanse of the thick, granite memorial Starfleet hand rendered for the fallen of Vulcan.

"I miss you, Mother," he whispered, setting a white lily at the base of the structure. "I do not know if I acted as a proper son, but I loved you. I just wanted you to know."

"She knew, Spock, she knew."

These are not in any particular order. I found a Random Word Generator on google and made a list. Please tell me what you thought.

Cerise - a red the color of ripe cherries (I thought it was a neat word for red)