Found the following prompts from KCS, A Threefold Cord, here on FF.

Harmony

"Spock, Bones, what the devil's the matter with you two?"

"Explain."

"Bones hasn't made one cutting remark about your ears or green blood and you haven't mentioned anything about emotional or illogical humans. It's making me nervous."

"I thought you'd appreciate us working in harmony for once, Jim."

"Bones, this isn't harmony. This is the twilight zone."

"I am not familiar with that expression."

"Finally, something that that machine in your head doesn't recognize."

"Don't worry, Spock, you've just broken out of it." Kirk heaved a sigh of relief. It was good to have them back to normal. (98)

Manners

Uhura and Janice sat eating their respective lunches. Absorbed in conversation, they didn't notice a large, piratey looking man enter the room and approach them.

"And what might two such lovely specimens of womanhood like yourselves be discussing so intently?" he boomed in a ridiculous accent.

Janice stared at the man in surprise while Uhura stood, preparing to give the man a piece of her mind. She was prevented by the appearance of Mr. Spock. "Lieutenant, I'll handle this. Mr. Mudd, mind your manners. Now, you may either return to your quarters or allow me to escort you to the brig." (101)

Sync

"Pavel, how many times have you assured me that the waltz was invented in Russia?" Janice took a deep breath before joining Chekov for yet another attempt.

"The valtz is Russian, it's the music that is the problem. This is not a Russian song," Chekov said in an attempt to defend himself as he once again fell out of sync with the music.

"I give up. Uhura, you try." Janice threw herself into a chair, preparing to enjoy the spectacle.

"Alright, Pavel," Uhura said as he took her hand and grasped her waist, "one, two, three, one, two, three." (99)

Focus

Sulu narrowed his eyes in concentration as his blade deftly flitted through the air, landing a hit.

Kirk threw his foil to the ground. "How do you do it, Sulu? You've beaten me three times now."

"Practice, Captain. There are only two things I've ever loved in my life, sword fighting and flying. I worked incredibly hard at each and now, not to brag, I'm one of the best helmsmen in Starfleet, and I haven't been beaten in a duel yet."

Kirk chuckled for a moment before red alert sounded. After a quick communication with the bridge, Kirk sprinted away, his attention focused on the crisis at hand. (108)

Leap

Security officers Weber and James warily tiptoed across the meadow while the rest of the landing party watched. It looked safe, which is what had the two men worried. Security was the most dangerous assignment in Starfleet, especially when on away missions with, say, the captain and the first officer.

Suddenly, Weber felt something wrap around his ankle. Looking down, he saw a tentacle. He let out a sharp cry. James jumped in surprise. He steadied himself and carefully aimed his phaser. Once Weber was free, the two simultaneously turned back, leaping like gazelles in an attempt to avoid another incident. (101)

Park

Dr. McCoy wiped the sweat from his brow and then turned his attention back to the patient before him. He didn't know what species the male was, only that he was injured and needed help.

"Will your treatment be successful, Doctor?" Spock inquired.

"Dammit, Spock, I don't know. This isn't a walk in the park," Bones exploded. "I'm only a doctor, I'm not God." He took a deep breath. "That's all I can do here. We should get him to Sickbay."

Spock inclined his head in acknowledgement and pulled out his communicator. "Spock to Enterprise, three to beam up." (99)

Ride

"I wanna ride on the ship!" a little girl screamed.

"No. The doctors have already explained that the ship is only for emergencies. It's not a toy," Miri repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

"You never let us do anything fun," another child wailed.

"Miri's right," Jahn said firmly. "Now go and find somewhere else to play."

Miri looked her thanks at Jahn and sat down heavily. The onlies still had some difficulty listening to the new grups, so she and Jahn were often left to play parents. At times like this, Miri sorely missed Jim Kirk. (99)

Cotton

Spock let out an uncharacteristic sneeze. He did not recall ever sneezing before. Something in this environment obviously had a strong effect on him.

McCoy had also been startled. He'd never heard a Vulcan sneeze. He whipped out a tricorder and analyzed the readings.

Kirk looked anxiously at his CMO. "Well, Bones? What's the verdict?"

"There's some type of fragrance in here." McCoy was interrupted by several more sneezes from Spock. "Judging by Spock's reaction, I'd say he was allergic to it. You'd better return to the ship, Spock."

"Gladly," Spock said.

"What fragrance is it?" Jim asked.

"Fresh cotton." (100)

Candy

"Will you be able to handle this assignment, Lieutenant Forrest?" Spock inquired.

"It'll be like taking candy from a baby, sir," Forrest said with a smile.

Spock returned to the bridge, taking up a position just behind the captain's chair.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Spock?" Jim asked in a friendly tone, judging by Spock's facial expression that he was puzzled.

"What does confiscating confectionery from an infant have to do with completing a task?"

Jim chuckled. "It's just an idiom. It means the task at hand should be accomplished with ease."

"A simple yes would have sufficed." (100)

Frosting

Amanda heaved a sigh. She was alone and a little depressed. It was her first wedding anniversary and there was no one to celebrate with. Vulcans did not attach special significance to anniversaries. Despite that attitude, she had procured a gift for Sarek and was anxiously awaiting his return.

Soon enough, she heard footsteps approaching. Sarek entered their chamber, carrying a box. He carefully set it upon the table. Amanda eyed him questioningly. "Open it, my wife," he said.

She slowly removed the lid. Inside was a beautiful cake. Sarek explained, "I found it is a human custom to celebrate marriage with such an item. We did not have one at our wedding. I wished to 'make up for it.'"

Amanda smiled at him. She lifted the cake out of the box, admiring the intricate decorations. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she swiped a finger across the top, collecting a fair amount of frosting. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. She set the cake back down. "You have to try this, Sarek," she said, offering him a fingerful of frosting.

He drew back ever so slightly, disturbed at the notion of consuming food that had been in contact with anyone's fingers.

"Well," she said, "my fingers aren't the only place you can lick frosting from."

Sarek's eyebrows raised a considerable degree, even as he drew closer to his wife.