Disclaimer - I don't own Star Trek or any of the awesome characters and what not of that universe.

AN - okay, I've got a list of 100 prompts that I found floating around the internet. So there should eventually be a hundred chapters to this thing. They're not in chronological order. They may not even be in the same 'verse, we'll see. The prompt is in the chapter bar thingie.

I do not have a beta. Anything that doesn't make sense or flow well is my fault. Don't be afraid to point our flaws, I would like to fix them. Flames are just a waste of all our time, so don't bother. Plus, my own ST exposure has been the 2009 movie and fanfic. So, people may be out of character and liberties may have been taken.

STAR_TREK_I_AM_A_LINE_BREAK_THINGIE_DON'T_MIND_ME_STAR_TREK

Prompt 1 - shitake mushrooms

"And another point for the Enterprise!" Jim whisper-cheered as he and the away team were lead down the hall.

"Shh." Uhura shushed her Captain with a scolding look. It would have been more effective if her lips weren't twitching toward a smile. Despite her efforts, Jim Kirk had grown on her over the year-and-odd-months serving with him. He was like a fungus that way, the respect and affection would creep into your heart when you weren't looking, you just couldn't win.

Smack

"Oww." Jim yelped quietly. Rubbing the back of his head, he glowered at his CMO. "What was that for?"

"You'll jinx us, you dimwit." McCoy grumbled, hazel eyes warily watching his surroundings. "We're not back on the ship yet. There could be a terrorist attack, or rebels, or - "

"Relax, Bones." Jim gave his best friend and brother-by-all-but-blood an easy grin. "We chased off the Klingons already. The dilithium mining contract is signed and on its way to Command. The Illorians are officially Federation members who really like us. And now we get free food, and we'd be insulting them if we refused. We'll be fine. What can go wrong?"

Famous last words.

The away team entered the courtyard where the banquet was being held and settled around the large table set up for everyone. Conversations flowed easily as the first course of appetizers was brought out. Uhura chatted with a Minister of History about the Illorian prose beautifully carved into the walls of several buildings, the pair using a sheet of something similar to parchment and what looked to Jim like old Terran feather quills to compare calligraphy or some such. Bones was bickering(?) with an Illorian healer over something the CMO had saved on his tricorder. A pair of botanists were comparing notes with a Minister of Botany (go figure), the trio trying to determine which strains of offworld flora could be safely introduced to the planet's ecosystem for the mining community. The security team that Spock (and Giotto and Sulu and several others) insisted go planetside with the captain were further down the table, chatting about something with some of the Illorian version of soldiers. They had worked together to fight off some Klingons and, from what Jim could read off their expressions and body language (darling Uhura wasn't the only person in the command crew who could do that), they seemed to be getting along well. Jim himself was being entertained by a Minister of War, the pair discussing the defenses that would be put in place around the future mining stations and the tactics they both had used against the Klingons.

Three courses of appetizers went smoothly like this until the fourth arrived, a broth with a few native bits of vegetation steeping in it. The Starfleet officers followed their hosts' example of dipping pieces of flat bread into the soup and using them as edible spoons. A few bits in, Jim noticed the backs of his hands were getting itchy. Glancing down at them, his blue eyes widened slightly then swung up the table to land on his quarry.

"Bones."

"What, Jim?" The doctor distractedly answered.

"Bones -" He paused to cough, starting to wheeze. "Might have a problem."

That got McCoy's full attention. Hazel eyes shot up to look over his Captain. Cursing, he decided going around the table would take too long. Instead, he stood on his chair, clambered across the table (gaining everyone's attention), and hopped down in time to catch his friend as he collapsed out of his seat. Easing Jim to the ground, McCoy dug into his ever-trusty med kit for an hypospray, swiftly stabbing it into his patient's neck while the other hand pulled out the tricorder. While the machine scanned, he looked over Jim with eyes and hands, noting the hives crawling up hands and forearms, the swelling that was constricting the airway, the blue tinge to lips that was starting to fade back to a healthier pink. Skimming over the readings the machine gave him, he found and administered another hypo before leaning back to address his worried audience, one hand on Jim's chest to continue monitoring his (thankfully no longer wheezing) breathing.

"He'll be alright with some rest. It was just an aggressive allergic reaction." McCoy explained, seeing the barely-noticeable (but he's a doctor, damnit, he has to be freaking super observant with the idiots in the crew who won't tell him that they're unwell or in pain like the nutcase he's patching up again) easing of tension in Spock's frame. (The hobgoblin may pretend otherwise, but everyone on the Enterprise knew how much he cared for their Captain, they were just waiting to the pair of them to admit it.)

"I am most sorry." Their Illorian head host warbled, the feathers of his part-avian frame further expressing his distress. "We sought to ensure that all the dishes served were safe for Human and Vulcan consumption."

"We of Starfleet accept your apology and assure you that no negative action will be taken over this incident." Spock stepped in smoothly, allowing the doctor to return most of his attention to Kirk. "Our Captain has a more sensitive constitution than most Humans, and not even our most dedicated healers can predict when his body will react violently to new substances. As we were partaking of our meal just before the Captain's collapse, it is only logical to deduce that something he ingested caused the reaction. May you tell us what are the ingredients of the soup which he had been consuming?"

The avian blinked a moment, processing the Commander's question. Clarity arriving as he successfully translated Spock-speak, he hastened to rattle off the different items of vegetation used to make the soup.

A blue-clad crew member cut in. "Daplas? Those are the fungal bulbs your Minister of Botany showed us in the outer courtyard, right?" At the Illorian's nod, he turned to the doctor. "Scans showed they were very similar to Terran shitake mushrooms, doctor."

"That probably did it." McCoy absentmindedly replied. "Jim and Terran Far East foods don't mix too well. Take it easy, Jim. Just lay there and breathe."

Blue eyes blinked up lazily, their owner following the directions of the soothing familiar voice. "B'nes?"

"Right here. You had an allergic reaction."

"Oh. Ev'one 'k?"

"Everyone else is fine. You're the one who passed out. Told you you'd jinx us."

Jim gave a weak glare before deciding he was too tired to keep his eyes open any longer.

"Go to sleep." Bone's voice drifted into his ears. "We'll get you safely back to the ship. Just rest."

Who was he to disobey doctor's orders? Jim let consciousness fade away, knowing Bones and Spock and the rest of the away team had everything under control. Best damn crew in the whole damn fleet.

_AND_THAT'S_THE_END_FOLKS_

hope you liked. and reviews (and criticism) are welcome.