Author's Note: Admittedly, I lost a little inspiration for Trek fic when the UDC challenge ended recently. I wrote a couple of Star Wars vigs, but haven't really caught on there either. Perhaps, I'm in a cyclical down turn of some sort. So, with that in mind, I reached out to my buddy Mira_Jade for some inspiration. Spock/Nyota is definitely my favorite canon pairing, but reading it and writing it have not been my top priority. therefore, Mira sent me a few drabble themes from a LiveJournal. I haven't every figured that site out, but I was happy for a fresh set of themes to work with.

I will let you know that these are not traditional drabbles. I decided to let them run their course, though most are not over 200 words. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these.

19. McCoy, career changes

Personal Log of Chief Medical Officer Leonard McCoy:

Damn the Romulans! Damn the Vulcans! Damn the human race while you're at it. I know; great way to open my personal log. Well, it's how I feel and you're just gonna have to deal with it. I didn't ask to witness the destruction of a fleet, the implosion of a planet, much less the death of god awful amount of our own crew.

Damn it! I'm no stranger to blood. I'm a doctor for god's sake, but I didn't sign on as an emergency room, triage surgeon. I've seen more blood in the last couple of days than in six years as family doctor.

When my ex took everything, I figured why not join the military, at least they'll take care of me. And a fine job they've done with that. They've stuck me with a juvenile captain, a self righteous Vulcan (aren't they all), and crew mostly younger than the captain. Have you seen the navigator? Chekov? A kid! This isn't what I signed up for. But, I guess I should have figured that out before all this happened.

If nothing else, the juvenile captain is a good friend. If I have nothing else other than saving lives and keeping his ass out of trouble, it'll have to be enough.

44. Spock/Uhura, silk

Nyota Uhura stood before the mirror in her dorm room. She felt exposed, even if only Galia was present. Her roommate would want to know everything. There really wasn't much to tell, and what there was surely wasn't fit for public consumption. And if she told Galia, it would be public knowledge in a matter of hours.

"So, who's the guy?" Galia asked from her bed; lying across it in only panties and a bra.

"Who says there's a guy?" Nyota said, feebly trying to derail her roommate's insatiable curiosity.

"Even if you weren't modeling a sexy black silk dress in the mirror, you're a terrible liar."

Nyota didn't want to lie, but she didn't want to talk about the commander either. "It's private."

Galia laughed. "Whatever Nyota. But if you're worrying what he thinks about you in that dress, don't."

"I'm not worried. But, it's a delicate situation. With this guy, you have to be subtle, you know? I'm not sure how he'll react?"

"If he has a pulse, it'll be beating faster. No doubt."

65. Kirk, Spock and McCoy, I report to who?

James T. Kirk had no illusions about who was in charge aboard the Enterprise. The trouble was getting the next officers in line to know their roles. The fact that Bones has the authority to relived Kirk of command made him incorrigible when trying to explain to him the 'green blooded son of a bitch' was his superior officer. In fact, Spock recently came to Kirk to complain, or inform as the Vulcan had stated, that the Doctor was not rational and should promptly relieve himself from duty. When McCoy later commed with his side of the story, he explained that logic dictated the nearest airlock for the first officer. Kirk sighed.

79. Uhura and Sulu, sailboat

When Nyota entered the rec room, the first thing she noticed was Hikaru placing a very fine model sailing ship on a shelf at the opposite end of the room. It seemed out of place as the rec room was all silvers and grays, with more technological distractions to choose from.

"What do you have there, Hikaru?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

"Hello, Nyota," he replied in greeting. "It's a model of the original Enterprise."

"Don't we have one of those on displa-"

"Of course," he replied, unperturbed. "But that one was not constructed by me."

Nyota's eyes widened at the revelation and she regarded the model with new attention. "It's magnificent, Hikaru."

"Thank you," he replied, doing his best to hide his embarrassment. "It has taken me the better part of 6 months to complete."