"...Ones..." The word escaped his lips as he felt his eyes give up the fight to stay open and he finally gave into the darkness that he'd been dodging for ages. Probably his whole life even. Death had finally caught up to him...

He needed to be strong. He was a doctor. He saw death everyday. He should be able to take this. Should.

A funny thing happened on the way to Khitomer…Kirk gets a surprise

La rabia y el dolor son sentimientos que no albergan el Katra Vulcano, ¿pero que sucede cuando se ha perdido a su Thyla? ¿Sera capaz de aceptarlo o enloquecer por ello? Spirk Jim/Spock Spock - Khan

James Kirk always knew he would die alone. To be more accurate, James knew the exact day after all he had been told. Because what would you do if you knew the day you would die?

Near to the Kirk family home is a Barley field. It plays host to some important moments in Jim's life. Rating for indirect reference to child abuse.

James T Kirks life was like a bright, flickering candle. It brought warm and light to those who got close, and burned anybody who misused it. But, however vibrant and shining that candle is, eventually it will snuff out, and those who once basked in its comfort are left in the dark with nowhere to turn. A one shot deathfic, and character study of sorts.

Jim has gotten himself, and Spock, in a spot of trouble on a planet they're visiting. Nothing new there. What is new? Spock's reaction. (pre-slash)

John Harrison is not your typical kidnapper.

Being best friends, two feel down, that's life. With Bones around Jim has to learn he is someone he can rely on despite being angry. Jim was hiding something from them as a secret and Bones learn good way to annoy him. Two shots.

Khan wasn't the only one to be awoken from his cryostasis chamber to do Admiral Marcus' dirty work...

Ten-part epilogue/side story snippets set after Nelaya. Includes fluff (and not so fluff) and deleted scenes from the main story. Rated M for Chapter 8, everything else is T.

AU where the command crew ship out into space while not being the command crew, but instead are ranked low enough to share quarters with each other. Complete with bunks. Kind of a boarding school dormitory story in space, basically. De-anon from the kink meme. Oneshot.

This is basically a Star Trek FanFiction with the Yogscast and some of your custom OCs...Language,alcohol,and some blood and gore...You have been warned!

Jim is having a difficult time coping with Khan's blood. He's weak, can't keep anything down, and it's like he's always in pain, whether it be skull-splitting headaches and scorching fevers, or what's worse, hallucinations and nightmares caused by PTSD. Bones says it'll take some time for him to fully recover, but Jim is really worried about how he's suddenly in love with Spock...

Jim thinks he's fat. Bones disagrees.

Jim becomes obsessed with finding ways to make his first officer blush. Rated for language and sexual references.

Going warp speed is enthralling, magical. All of the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise always find it astonishing. Short drabble on the beauty of going into warp.

Part of him would stay trapped in the warp core forever, and he wasn't sure there was anything he could do to get it back.

In which jim is desperate and bones likes to talk. PWP

Hey readers. I'm really sorry but fan fiction is now something I can no longer commit to, and so I am putting this up for adoption. It will stay up here for good unless this account is deleted. Thanks for reading and reviewing, and sorry to disappoint you. I hope someone picks it up or is inspired by it. Summary inside xxx

Jim aims to give Spock a high-five but they kinda, sorta end up kissing.

Sponesy one shots. Not connected in any way and dotting around to different points in their relationship.

Time may have passed but nothing has changed that Khan cannot adapt to, except for one thing, and in that, the future might yet surprise him...

Il est James T. Kirk, peu importe l'univers dans lequel il se trouve et il est un million d'âmes prisonnières d'un seul corps, un million de vies dont il se souvient et un million de morts - même si, techniquement, il n'a que vingt-deux ans. One-Shot.