Spock finds himself shifting between the Prime universe and his own -- for a very unexpected reason.

Jim's pretty sure he's got mutiny right now. He's got a lapful of mutiny.

He's not himself. Then, though his face doesn't move in the here and now, he feels himself give a low, soft chuckle. He hears it, and doesn't recognize the sound. Then the older Kirk claps his shoulder and squeezes it and says through the laughter, "Spock, you didn't really think I--"

She wouldn’t quite say it’s love, but they’re two young people mutually attracted to each other, and as much as Spock’s Vulcan side hates to admit any human weakness like lust, it’s only logical to Nyota that they’d be touching and feeling, testing each other and their boundaries, as much as possible, in rare moments alone even more so.

Kirk was born in space, he sleeps best there. Lately, though, he has felt a new kind of restlessness in his bones. His sleep is interrupted by dreams, by reliving moments of a life that isn’t his.

Leonard McCoy is thirty-one and he’s too fucking old to be anybody's jealous boyfriend.

Jim's been taking fencing lessons from Sulu for over a month when Arthur Pendragon comes on board.

As much as Kirk tried not to let himself be influenced by old Spock's memories of the future, even he had to admit that he was having difficulty. It wasn't any specific event that bothered him, but the whole tone of the bridge was different. Spock was different. In old Spock's memories, Kirk had felt the two of them like two halves of a single whole, two sides of the same coin. They worked together like a well-oiled machine. He barely had to give an order before Spock had already carried it out, often anticipating him even before Kirk himself knew he was going to make the request. But that was old Spock and his Kirk. This was different, and after experiencing that sort of connection, the difference was frustrating.

He is somewhat reluctant to admit it, but he and Spock still aren’t actually friends. Jim doesn’t fight with him any more – they work together well enough on the bridge, and there’s been no punches thrown since that first time. When he turns to Spock after Scotty (or, God help him, Chekov) has explained something that would be incomprehensible even without the accent, Spock translates. He’s even lost about fifty-percent of the mild condescension. Jim can deal with the other fifty-percent; he’s had enough women berate him for his arrogance to understand a healthy pride in your own abilities. It’s the other times that bother him.

Uhura wasn't ready to give up, not by a long shot, but in the end the only destiny she could control was her own.

They had taught him all about the physical size of it in the Academy, of course; he knew that the Galaxy was about twenty-five kiloparsecs across, which was the length of the old Route 66 about 2 x 1014 times over. He'd worked that out once, doodled in the margin of his notebook in class, but he still hadn't really comprehended it. Because every time it was impressed on him just how monumentally vast space was, all he heard was the potential for new planets to explore, new life and civilizations to find. And while that was true, he had never really grasped that in between lay vast expanses of emptiness.

Her first date with McCoy is a good one: coffee and a museum in San Francisco. She enjoys it, likes talking to him. His humor is honest, but he's never cruel. He’s intelligent. He’s not bad looking. He makes her laugh. He talks about Jim Kirk more than she'd maybe like him to, but maybe that’s what she’s looking for. It’s only been a few weeks, and she still can’t look Kirk in the eye. Might never be able to again.

He merely can see that, in the course of their years together, he and Nyota will part ways, and his way will merge with the captain's.

"I have already made it clear that my desire is not to engage in this activity with Nyota, nor has it ever been. I was unaware that this was something she would require of me."

Jim is-- it hurts. It fucking hurts and he's going to die, this time-- he knows because Bones is shouting and Uhura's eyes look too shiny and Spock is leaning over him, saying "Captain, you--" and nothing else and his father always said command was a heavy burden but this is-- more."

It's just rough, is all. He goes to bed at a reasonable hour, dreams all night about soulbonding and mindmelding true love shenanigans, then wakes up every morning to the realization that none of it is his own life. He likes his life, he does-- but he's pretty sure the Ambassador had not intended to turn him into a frustrated monogamist loser in the momentary span of their little information session.

So you've fucked Spock. Now what? In which word travels at warp speed on the Enterprise, Spock ponders the intricacies of human humor, and Jim Kirk still doesn't know where his towel is.

Jim quickly figures out he has to break the rules if he’s going to survive on the Enterprise.

When the Enterprise is asked to transport Vulcan colonists to their new home, Spock Prime comes with them. His presence changes everything – and leads to life-altering revelations for Jim and Spock.

Sometimes I feel that your preference for bottoming is a reversal of Russian imperialist policies and metaphorical extension of post Soviet-collapse shrinkage.

The five times Spock wasn't in love, and the one time he couldn't deny it anymore.

He has spent ten long years attempting to reconstruct what was nearly destroyed, and now he is lucky if he can last from breakfast to lunch without nodding off. Spock will die before his father and that both comforts and terrifies him in ways he does not care to closely examine.

There was something devastatingly cute about the mix of wide brown eyes, pale skin, pointed ears, and neat hair cut when packaged in a body barely over three feet tall and swimming in a blue science uniform top and dark undershirt that was entirely too big for his body.

James T. Kirk doesn't get passionate about something unless it has breasts. Leonard McCoy knows this. And then something changes.

"It was also brought to my attention that after marooning you on an ice planet and attempting to strangle you to death, failing to speak out for your defense would make me, in the popular vernacular, a douche."

"He's two hundred years old and tired, Jim," Bones answered sarcastically. "I'm surprised he hasn't broken down before this."

Bones didn't notice anything unusual for the first twenty-four hours after they passed through the ion storm. There were the usual lingering headaches and dizzy spells, but that was to be expected and was nothing out of the ordinary. So when he arrived on the bridge the next day and was immediately bombarded by a barrage of chatter that seemed to be being transmitted directly into his skull, his first thought was that he had suddenly gone batshit insane and was hearing voices.

He wakes up with Spock's hand on his hip. Naked hip. Huh. Well, this is interesting.

You get two alpha types together, and there are going to be fireworks. There always have been, even back when they hated each other. Jim likes fireworks, and these are better than most.

Jim couldn’t control the shit-eating grin on his face. He probably looked like a whack job, but so the fuck what? He was on shore leave and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to enjoy every minute of it. There was something incredibly simple and fun about grocery shopping.

In which Kirk gets beaten like a rented mule behind a bar, sulks about it for a significant period of time, is forced to endure Spock in eyeliner, and points that no one is ever going to buy what Spock's selling -- unless they train him up a bit.

Pavel Chekov sighed, a soft, joyful smile pulling at his blood-stained lips. His eyes slipped closed and Spock gently stroked his forehead as the young navigator’s lungs ceased to function and his heart slowly stopped.

Jim is bitten by a creature that sucks his life force, and Bones and Spock try to cure him while he's dying.

Detective Spock, born on Vulcan and resident of San Francisco, is assigned to the Midwest police bureau. I think everyone can guess what happens next.

In which the subgenre of pon farr fic is mercilessly and lovingly deconstructed, with Wagner.

Five Things that Scotty Noticed and Didn’t Mention to the General Public, And One Thing That Spread Around the Enterprise Within Five Minutes of him Seeing It.

"During your time, was the bridge staff comprised of functional alcoholics?"

"Well, I don't want to intrude or anything but -- I've been kidnapped. Nothing major yet, just some light torture, the usual."

"Damnit, Spock, we're your friends, not some human laboratory specimens!"

Uhura hates James T. Kirk because he never seems to do what is expected. Things get messy when Jim makes Spock do unexpected things in return.

"I mean, obviously I can get one in your size, and the computer’s designed to handle lots of different species, so your torso shape won’t be an issue, either. There’s a couple of slight style variations, depending on the physical attributes of the crewman—you want to look through and take your pick?"

McCoy knew that he had issues, he didn’t have to mull them over every other second to make sure they were still there.

Uhura realizes that she and Spock share an attraction.

"It would seem that a side-effect of this repression is that all of my sexual urges have been repressed as well. This is not uncommon, as most Vulcans only mate when biologically driven to."

None of this makes any sense, really. Jim's barely laid a hand on her, if he doesn't count the occasional hand-up over difficult terrain, or accidental (mostly accidental) groping when an explosion throws his bridge crew around, and Jim doesn't count that, because if he counted that he'd be at third base with Keenser by now.

Spock considered carefully before responding. "I suppose I may never understand cheating." Kirk nodded slightly, "Give it time."

Spock, who has just experienced intense emotional compromise, has no desire to do so again. And so, while Kirk assumes the captaincy, he goes to his quarters and meditates. He finds the place within his mind where he built the mental shields that separated him from T’Pring. Behind those telepathic walls lie the remains of his bond. As he examines the shields for damage, he is aware that something is behind them. It flutters faintly, like a baby bird genre:fluffing its tiny wings. It does not feel like death – it feels, strangely, like birth. But Spock will not risk exposing himself to a broken mind link. Down that path lies madness. He doubles the barriers, reinforces his defenses between the shattered bond and his mind, and the awareness disappears.

After the bar fight, Nyota thinks to herself that if this is what being hit on by Jim Kirk leads to, she’s very glad she’s never going to have to see him again.

Granted, he doesn't have much experience with weddings, but Jim Kirk is still fairly sure that you're not supposed to wake up, five hours before you're due at the altar, in bed with your best man.

Gaila knows a challenge when she hears one, even if it wasn't quite meant that way.

After the destruction of Vulcan, Spock shielded his mind to protect it from his broken bond with T'Pring. Little did he know another bond had already formed in its place.

After Nero, Uhura goes home. Spock and Gaila do, too.

Jim, I swear to fucking GOD. Is this shit you? IS THIS YOU? What the fuck are you planning? No, don't tell me. I can't bear to hear it. The universe record holder for largest confirmed orgy is something in the neighborhood of 300+ sentients, and that was in a planet that engages in psychic sex -- THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN BEAT THAT, ALL RIGHT?