I don't think I've ever churned something out so fast, even if they are short. Oh well. I'm pretty much posting them as soon as four are written but, the long Memorial Day weekend is over and school's back, much to my displeasure. The only thing separating me from summer now is one precalculus test, one APUSH project and finals week! Then I'm on to senior-hood...

I do apologize if these seem to be very out of order. I just go with the word. Anywho - Read, Enjoy and Review: The Three Prime Directives.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek.

Unprofessional

He knew he shouldn't be doing this. Countless Starfleet regulations and citations and obligations pressed in all around them, repeating in his ear like a mechanical mantra. No rule or law supported him when he reached out to pull her nearer. He had no right to draw her in, to press his lips to hers and promise in that breathy, emotional voice that he would return. And she had no grounds to look up at him, with her eyes large and wide, telling him you'd better. He drew her close again. In that moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.


Vigilance

Commander Spock was known for his level head, his prowess and precision. His Vulcan heritage afforded him a cool, composed demeanor, and conclusions derived through logical calculations and interpretations. In the three years the Enterprise had been away, the starship's crew had never come close to discovering an everyday situation that could disrupt the carefully constructed cool of their first officer.

It came as a surprise to the captain when he stumbled upon the hybrid pacing about the briefing room, muttering in Vulcan. Without acknowledging his presence, the Vulcan held up pieces of the bassinet, "This contraption has no logic."


Uniform

The heavy murmur of celebrating voices followed them down the hall as he half-carried, half-dragged his lover toward her quarters. Although she was not entirely to blame for the outcome, he was still disappointed that she had not had the insight to know when to stop.

"You know, Spock," she slurred, "that color blue – it really looks good on you."

Jim Kirk, it seemed, had influenced them both. Prior to assignment on the Enterprise, nothing would have reduced Nyota Uhura to such behavior, and nothing would have allowed him to find it amusing.

"Really good."

Yes, Kirk was to blame.


Anatomy

It took her months to find out why it bothered him, and months more to soothe the fear away. Before sleeping, he would spend moments listening to the living thrum in her chest; he was reluctant to admit his regret that she could not do the same. It doesn't matter, love, she'd whisper. She needed three nights, five evenings, and one near-death experience to show him that for humans, their "heart" wasn't the beating organ in their chest, but the one, imperative thing that was essential to their existence. She peered out through the darkness, "You are my heart, Spock."


I'd still love requests for prompts. A friend of mine gave me a list of 50 today (Anatomy being on it) but I'll go with whatever is most inspiring. Let me know if there's one you'd like to see.