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Test Drabbles

Wrote these drabbles to see if I can write TOS characters properly. Here goes nothing.

Title:  Test Drabbles
Pairing: N/A
Rating: G
Word Count:493
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Three drabbles to test if I can write Kirk, Spock, and Bones' point of views and do them justice. 

Kirk test drabble:

She’s beautiful. Absolutely stunning. She’s all curves and angles. James T. Kirk smiled to himself as he stared at her across the space dock. He’d never seen a woman like her in all his year or on any planet he’d been to. She was all the woman he would ever need again.

And she was all his. His girl. His smile widened; he couldn’t be happier. She was his ship now. He placed his hand on the transparent aluminum, longingly looking at her. Only one more day, and he’d be on her bridge making orders and decisions. 

Kirk let out a wistful sigh as he took a step back from the window. If he stayed here too long he wouldn’t be able to leave her; not that he ever would now that he had her. He gave her one last smile as he turned and started on his way to the mess hall for dinner with Bones, softly whispering her name in farewell, “U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701,”

Spock test drabble:

His eyes scanned the words as they scrolled down the screen. The man’s file was filled with commendations, reprimands, and numerous medical notes; namely listing his sizable amount of allergies. Spock leaned forward in his seat and narrowed his eyes. It was all very illogical to him.

James Tiberius Kirk, seemed an illogical decision for captaincy to him. He was reckless, insubordinate, and younger than any captain in Starfleet history. With humans, he had learned, age generally spoke volumes about the knowledge and logic one of their species could convey. 

Spock leaned back in his seat and steepled his fingers; contemplating. He would have to keep his eyes on this man. He had already made significant decisions pertaining to crewmembers and hadn’t even set foot aboard the ship. He would need to get to know his new captain to see if he would need to fix the man’s mistakes.

McCoy test drabble:

A scowl set firmly in place as Dr. Leonard McCoy looked around his room at his packed bags. Letting out a deep sigh he fell into his chair and rubbed his hands over his tired face. He couldn’t believe he was really doing this. Assignment to the ‘Fleet’s flagship that would always be flying around in this horrible empty vacuum, having to repair whatever maladies it’s crew could contract. The things I let Jim talk me into.

He stared at the closest port hole that served as a window and groaned. He could have said no, he knows he could have. But his conscience would never allow for it. He couldn’t let his best friend go flying off into space without a doctor who knows all of his allergies off the top of his head. And of course the ship Jim was in command of had the most diversity in species, and he was the only doctor who knew how to fix them if and when they got injured. 

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