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 You twirled around in your chair in the brig. You being part of Security meant that at some point you would be on duty to watch Khan and this was that day. You rolled around the room, not caring that you looked stupid in front of the genetically engineered superhuman. You looked over at him and saw his eyes on you so you rolled over then stopped when you were in front of the glass and started having a staring contest with him. Five minutes later you blinked and let out a growl of frustration. "Bored?" he asked in an uncaring tone. "Quite the contrary. I'm staring because you're sexy." you replied smirking. Khan blinked owlishly. "Excus

WARNING: Slight spoilers from “Star Trek II: The Wrath of Kahn.” You knew this was a bad idea. Helping the terrorist fugitive John Harrison aka “Kahn” even though he acts to be on our side. Something wasn’t right, and Spock had the exact same feeling. Taking over the bridge of the Enterprise, Spock commanded for communications with New Vulcan. On screen, his elder and alternate counterpart Ambassador Spock was shown. It has been a while since anyone on board, including yourself, had last seen him during the incident with the Romulan, Nero. They exchanged their greetings before continuing on. “In your tr

"Captain, where is commander _____?" Spock asked as he exited the turbo lift, onto the bridge. You were not at your usual station, and he had not seen you yet today. "Commander _____ has called out sick today, Spock." "Sick? With what?" "Umm, I think it was strep or something." Kirk said slightly distracted. Spock was silent for a moment, thinking of all the things he knew about the human illness. "Has Dr. McCoy seen to her yet?" "Yes, McCoy has looked in on her. He has given her some antibiotics and said that now she just needs rest." "So no one is there caring for her?" "No,  _____ said that 'She's a big girl, and that she can take care of

You were reading a book in the library on the TARDIS, snuggled onto a cushy armchair, when the book said something about ice cream. For the next two hours as you read, all you could think about was ice cream. With a sigh, you marked your spot, placed your book on the table, and exited the room. You hurriedly found the kitchen, looking frantically through the freezer. “What are you doing?” The Doctor asked curiously, leaning against the doorframe. You jumped, dropping a box of popsicles. “Why do we have popsicles and not ice cream?” You asked exasperatedly, looking down at the popsicles in annoyance. “Don&rsqu