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OneWord: Flannel
He reached past the row of uniform tunics and chose something warn and familiar.
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OneWord: Ghosts
The voice that haunts his dreams is currently quoting Shakespeare. The non sequitur is as shocking as the next disturbing fact. For a split second, Jim doesn't know whether he's asleep or living in a twisted hell. The past breathes and monsters long thought dead roam the stage.
OneWord: Discovery
It never failed to amaze him as he took his customary nighttime tour of the ship. During the quiet hours with the lights down low, he passed random crewmen in the corridors. Different species, genders, and customs were represented here. A slice of the Federation. All had come together to do one thing.
Explore.
Explore.
OneWord: Stunts
The poor thing had stopped growing overnight. "What happened?" he asked Sulu, inspecting the pitiful plant.
The helmsman crossed his arms and leaned casually against the counter the pot was sitting on. "She stole a cup of coffee off of Janice's tray last night while we were talking."
"Caffeine?"
He nodded.
"So that's it?"
"That's as tall as she'll get, yeah."
Jim shook his head in disbelief, feeling sorry for Sulu who'd been nurturing it since it was a seedling. "Note to self. No coffee in the botany lab."
The helmsman crossed his arms and leaned casually against the counter the pot was sitting on. "She stole a cup of coffee off of Janice's tray last night while we were talking."
"Caffeine?"
He nodded.
"So that's it?"
"That's as tall as she'll get, yeah."
Jim shook his head in disbelief, feeling sorry for Sulu who'd been nurturing it since it was a seedling. "Note to self. No coffee in the botany lab."
OneWord: Hydration
He turned on the facet and stuck his head down in the sink sideways, letting the water run past his mouth. Being completely wasted meant never having to look for a cup. When he woke up six hours later on the floor of the bathroom, the water was still running.
OneWord: Smoothies
It's green. And it smells awful. He's pretty sure Bones is trying to kill him. "I'm not drinking that."
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OneWord: Boxing
Bones and Spock hadn't even been gone a full day and already Jim was fighting with his feelings.
OneWord: Spoiled
He wasn't generally susceptible to smells. But there was one in particular that instantly turned his stomach and brought bile to his throat.
OneWord: Perplexed
There's no reason for the system to be running on the slow side. In fact, it's not all that slow. Just an extra second or two added to the response time, barely enough to be noticeable. He double checks the maintenance schedule and verifies no diagnostics are being run. If there isn't anything planned that's causing delay, maybe there's something unplanned.
He opens a comm channel. "Spock. You got a minute?"
He opens a comm channel. "Spock. You got a minute?"
OneWord: Oil
He only realized he'd been allergic to the massage oil when he woke up the next morning looking like a tomato.
OneWord: Recover
There's no time to think. He bolts from behind the wall and races toward Spock who's laying face down in the dirt. An eruption of phaser fire explodes behind him and he knows instinctively his men are covering him. He rolls Spock onto his back, thrusts both hands under this shoulders, and begins to drag him desperately back to safety.
OneWord: Signs
It always began the same way with that stupid vein in his forehead. Then it was pain at his temples. He'd start to squint as a natural reaction which only made it worse. From there, it was all downhill. Once he hit photo sensitivity, he could kiss his day goodbye.
OneWord: Rocker
The old porch creaked beneath the rocker. As much as he hated this old farmhouse, he loved to sit beneath the eaves and watch the snow fall. He wrapped the comforter tighter around his chest to fend off the cold. It wasn't enough. But he didn't care.
OneWord: Western
When Bones showed up to the party in a cowboy hat, a sheriff's badge, and a gun belt, Jim couldn't help but smile.
OneWord: Cute
Jim actually thought it was pretty cute. Until it flashed razor sharp teeth and launched itself at him.
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OneWord: Underground
The dripping of water. The tortured groan of metal shifting. The wheezing of his own painful breathing. All other sounds have died away and he knows if he opens his eyes, he'll find the underground scene the same. How much time has he lost? Is he too far down to be found? He reaches again for his communicator.