A/N: Found the following prompts from KCS, A Threefold Cord, here on FF. This is a continuation of this batch of prompts. I decided to make it a new chapter to keep the length of each chapter a bit more consistent.

Hair

Janice returned to her quarters after yet another long day. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It was not a pretty sight. Between the running back and forth and the malfunctioning environmental controls, her intricate hairstyle had come partially undone. She pulled it down in frustration. She had a date in a few minutes and didn't have time to redo it. She quickly changed and tossed her hair up in a clip. She was just finishing as her door buzzed. It was Sulu, ready to take her to the movie. "Janice," he said, "you look very nice tonight."

Hold

"Thank you for calling our automated planetary travel line. Your arrival is important to us. Please hold until a representative is available to discuss your transport arrangements." 27

Captain Christopher Pike was not accustomed to waiting. He fidgeted in his chair. After five minutes, he stood and began pacing the bridge. "Number One," he snapped. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of this. What can we do about it?"

"According to Mr. Spock's sensor readings, there is an unshielded area here. We might be able to bypass the automated program and beam down."

"Assemble the landing party."

Picture

Jim closed the video link. He wordlessly turned the bridge over to Spock and headed for his cabin. Spock waited an appropriate amount of time. "Mr. Sulu, you have the conn," he said, taking off for Sickbay.

"Dr. McCoy, I believe your presence and a supply of alcohol will be required in the captain's cabin."

"What happened, Spock?"

"Do you know what day it is, Doctor?"

"Of course I do." He paused, realization dawning. "Oh." He grabbed a bottle of green liquid and followed Spock to Jim's cabin. They found him already partway through a large glass of whiskey, starting a picture of a blonde woman and a young curly-haired child.

Movie

"It is absolutely true, ensign," Chekov said seriously, "talking films were first made in Russia."

The ensign rolled her eyes. "Pavel, you're either a compulsive liar or delusional." She chuckled. "Either way, you're still the best date I've ever had. That's a very sad testament to my taste in men." She leaned in toward him, wrapping her hands around his neck.

"I think you have wery good taste," Chekov replied. He closed the distance between them and kissed her. "Have you ever heard of the Russian kiss?" She shook her head. "Allow me to demonstrate."

Paradise

"This must be a Vulcan's idea of paradise," Dr. McCoy remarked, observing banks of computers monitored by androids.

"On the contrary, Doctor, the Vulcan concept of paradise is Sha Ka Ree. It is remarkably similar to the human idea of Eden-harmony between man, animal, and earth."

"No computers? I don't buy it," McCoy stubbornly maintained.

"Computers have little to do with Vulcan culture, Doctor. Why would they have special significance in Sha Ka Ree?"

"I just thought since you aspire to be as machine-like as possible-"

"Being guided by logic does not make one a machine."

Garden

It's not that I don't like it here, Sarek. Vulcan has its beauty. I just miss green…trees, shrubs, flowers, grass. Sarek replayed Amanda's words in his mind. There was little he could do-Vulcan was a desert planet. However, he was not content to do nothing. He wanted Amanda to be happy here. He would find a way.

Sarek had kept Amanda away for days. Finally one evening, he led her out to the Vulcan equivalent of a back garden. Amanda gasped in surprise-Sarek had turned the entire garden into a greenhouse.

Amanda didn't speak, she simply stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

Feather

Jim was conducting a long overdue 'spring cleaning'. He wasn't really sentimental, but he had collected a lot of junk throughout his travels. He reached into his closet and pulled down a box. He opened it and dumped the contents onto his bed. There were assorted electronics, papers, a few candies, a pair of woven headbands, and a feather.

He carefully picked up one of the headbands and ran his fingers over it. He closed his eyes as he remembered. I am Kirok! … Miramanee! … Laughter. … I bear your child. … She stood by him as the mob threw stones.

A tear slipped down his cheek.

Cloud

Jim and his brother Sam lay on the soft grass gazing up at the clouds. They took turns pointing out shapes.

"That one looks like a starship!" Jim exclaimed. He sat up and crossed his arms. "I'm going to be a starship captain someday."

"Yeah, right," Sam scoffed. He rolled over to face his brother. "They'd be crazy to let you command a starship."

"I will, too, and I'll be the best captain ever." He closed his eyes and imagined it-Captain James Tiberius Kirk. He just knew that everyone would know who he was.

Dust

Seventeen year old James Kirk stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his brand new uniform one more time. He was about to leave for Starfleet Academy.

Jim moved to say his goodbyes. Sam shook his hand, looking at him with a new respect and the same old mischief. His father clasped his hand and clapped his shoulder. His mother gave him a tight hug, then stood back as she brushed away imaginary flecks of dust and smoothed out the wrinkles she'd made.

Jim walked out the door, ready to meet his future.

Wedding

Christine held her breath for a moment as the doors opened before her and the music swelled. She gazed down the aisle through her filmy white veil. Her groom stood at the altar, his black hair shining and an unprecedented smile upon his face. 44

"Do you Spock take Christine to be your lawful wedded wife?" "I do," the Vulcan replied tenderly, clasping Christine's hand. "Do you Christine take Spock to be your lawful wedded husband?" "I do," she said rapturously. Spock leaned down, lifted her veil, and kissed her.

She woke with a start. She was late for duty.

I gotcha with that last one, didn't I?