"It's like a pizza delivery," the Captain says slowly, leaning a shoulder heavily against the doorway. "Except you're holding a tricorder and I didn't order pizza."
And then there was this:
The Captain's eyes narrow. "No. This is where I tell you to go to hell. Then you explain the laws of thermodynamics until I tell you to shut up, and you get your way anyway. So really, why bother?" Turning away, he retreats back into the house, running an absent hand through his hair. "Mi casa, su casa, whatever, I'm going back to bed."
And that? That is when, forgive the pun, I got the hots for this story.
And then there is Spock on Kirk... er... not literally, yet::eg:: :
Spock considers. "Or at least returned to your general level of irrationality."
because even James Kirk shouldn't be able to coax a replicator into producing a banned substance
Humans, Spock reflects, have surprisingly odd definitions of the meaning of 'well'.
And Kirk on Kirk:
Next time you want to get rid of me, it probably shouldn't be on anything M class.
And Kirk on Spock:
"Vulcany. That 'my superiority is so great that I cannot bother myself to show you how very wrong you are, unworthy human creature'." Spock suspects the toneless inflection is supposed to be mimicry of himself. "Yes! That one. Look in a mirror. That's the one that makes everyone try to find new and unexciting places to be that aren't near you." Jim frowns. "I mean, I like it, but you know, people." He waves a hand toward the door, apparently indicating either Starfleet or perhaps, the quadrant; there is no way to be certain. "And I'm great with you terrorizing my crew. It's funny."
Which is so many degrees of awesome, I can't even tell you.
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"It's like a pizza delivery," the Captain says slowly, leaning a shoulder heavily against the doorway. "Except you're holding a tricorder and I didn't order pizza."
And then there was this:
The Captain's eyes narrow. "No. This is where I tell you to go to hell. Then you explain the laws of thermodynamics until I tell you to shut up, and you get your way anyway. So really, why bother?" Turning away, he retreats back into the house, running an absent hand through his hair. "Mi casa, su casa, whatever, I'm going back to bed."
And that? That is when, forgive the pun, I got the hots for this story.
And then there is Spock on Kirk... er... not literally, yet::eg:: :
Spock considers. "Or at least returned to your general level of irrationality."
because even James Kirk shouldn't be able to coax a replicator into producing a banned substance
Humans, Spock reflects, have surprisingly odd definitions of the meaning of 'well'.
And Kirk on Kirk:
Next time you want to get rid of me, it probably shouldn't be on anything M class.
And Kirk on Spock:
"Vulcany. That 'my superiority is so great that I cannot bother myself to show you how very wrong you are, unworthy human creature'." Spock suspects the toneless inflection is supposed to be mimicry of himself. "Yes! That one. Look in a mirror. That's the one that makes everyone try to find new and unexciting places to be that aren't near you." Jim frowns. "I mean, I like it, but you know, people." He waves a hand toward the door, apparently indicating either Starfleet or perhaps, the quadrant; there is no way to be certain. "And I'm great with you terrorizing my crew. It's funny."
Which is so many degrees of awesome, I can't even tell you.