It is the night of a special anniversary - the 25th anniversary of James Kirk and Mr. Spock. After a quiet dinner party with close friends, the couple begins to reminisce about their lives together. In the true spirit of celebration, fandom's absolute best have pulled together to create a truly masterful work, over a year in the making. Writers include: A.F. Black, N. Solten, D. Blaque, Jane Mailander, Addison Reed, M. Fae Glasgow, S. Denim, Kay Wells, Charlotte Frost, Venisa Duvetyn, Jean Hinson, Patricia Laurie Stephens and others. Artists include: Deeb, KOZ, Marilyn Cole, Jackie Zoost, Kay Wells, Virginia Lee Smith, Sarah B. Leonard, Cooper, Dragon, Sioban and others. Poets include: K'Ris, Donna Vanderlaan, Robin Hood and others.
FIRE-DARE by Alexis Fegan Black (Amok Time)
"F**k logic!" Kirk exploded. He'd gotten through the day telling himself McCoy was wrong. He'd gotten through the afternoon telling himself lies. He couldn't get through the night on logic. "Dammit, Spock," he swore again, "logic has precious little to do with this! You've spent your life working to achieve your goals. Do you mean to tell me that logic dictates you should just crawl in bed and die now? You've saved my life more times than I can count. You've saved the ENTERPRISE more times than I care to think about! Do you honestly believe it's logical to just give up?" So much for his resolve not to let anger intrude.
A ROOM WITHOUT WINDOWS by Addison Reed (Journey To Babel)
"Spock, if we can't share with each other those things that trouble us most, where does that leave us? We keep circling each other like we were in some ritual dance that's never complete. Confiding our problems and our fears - as well as the good times - is what it takes to make us whole." Kirk leaned forward, his voice dropping until it was almost a whisper. "Eventually, we're going to get tired of dancing and I don't want to see that happen." He paused, touching the Vulcan's arm. "Pon farr isn't still troubling you, is it?"
THE DARKER SPIRIT by Natasha Solten (Requiem for Methuselah)
When Raphael finally pulled away, Kirk fell to his side, his hip scraping dirt and grass. Boot steps retreated in the sand down by the stream. Then, after a brief silence, a voice called up to him from the distance. "I don't work here - and my name is not Raphael. You will never find me again. Pretend this never happened, if that makes you feel better." In shock, Kirk pulled his torn clothing over himself…
PANDORA'S BOX by M. Fae Glasgow (Gol…)
Stop. Think. I am Vulcan. I am logical. My bondmate gives nothing to the bond. All of it, everything that I am, disappears inside him and he give me none of himself back. Just blackness, darkness, this hungry maw sinking into all the nurturing and the love I can give him. This, then, is the answer to why he wil lnot listen when I decline to hurt him as he wishes to be hurt. This, then is the reason he still wanders whenever fancy takes him. He does those things because he has no reason not to. He is giving nothing into the bond, only this miniscule opening through which he feeds…
THE MECHANICS OF LOVE & WAR by Dovya Blacque (ST: TMP)
He didn't plan on it. In fact, it given the opportunity to state his opinion on the possibility of such a reaction coming from him, Kirk would have laughed at the astronomical odds. But there he stood, knuckles stinging, looking down at Spock ,who was now horizontal on the deck, two long fingers tendering touching the spot on his chin where Kirk had just struck him. "That," he said too quietly, "was for leaving without even saying goodbye!"
HOVERING by Patricia Laurie Stephens (ST: TWOK)
Kirk thought about dying, and although the hovering part told him he was enjoying the thought a little, he considered how everyone would then know and say how much he had loved Spock. He became sad at the thought of his own death, but it was an indulgent sadness that included imagining how sad the others would be; and although he was aware of it, this new kind of sadness overcame his sorrow for Spock. His eyes filled a little, but even the hovering part did not allow him to cry; so instead of washing away this new sorrow for himself and, with it, some of the sorrow for Spock, he nurtured them both. He planned how they would end together, and the planning was comforting…
WHEN LOVE RETURNS by Anna Parrish (ST: TSFS)\
"We loved each other." Kirk felt at a loss. He shook his head in despair, reaching out to grasp Spock's hand. "We loved each other," he repeated.
Spock looked down at the human's fingers in growing dismay. Floods of emotion welled up inside, so many and so strong they frightened him. He removed his hand from the clasp, then shot upward. "Please leave." Why did the room seem so small? There was no air…
ALL THE WAY HOME by Kay Wells (ST: TVH)
Both grew quiet within the link as Spock began probing his own mind, laying himself entirely open. Down through his mind he searched until at last reaching the area where their bond had been anchored. In Jim's mind, he had found the half healed wound from the tearing of the bond, but in his own, he found a growing stump. Kirk's joy again threatened the Vulcan's concentration, but this time the human held it at bay, recognizing the importance of Spock's discovery.
THE STARS OF HOME by Jean Hinson (ST: TFF)
After a few moments of frantic shinnying, trying to ignore the rough bark painfully scraping his bare chest and arms, Kirk dared a downward glance. The irate grizzly was upright, both massive front paws against the tree trunk, glaring up at him with huge yellow teeth bared. She stood at least seven feet tall.
THE 25TH YEAR - DAYS OF FUTURE PASSED by Alexis Fegan Black
"For me?" Kirk asked, all innocence, when Spock sat down and handed him a small box. But as he carefully cracked the lid and peeked inside, his brows narrowed with deeper curiosity. Impulsively, he laid the lid aside and lifted out the perfectly formed, utterly flawless crystal. It fit perfectly into the palm of his hand - cool and warm at the same time. Power. Light. Infinity itself. "A starship's heart," he murmured, his eyes filling.
Approximately 275 pages, printed in dual columns and slightly reduced. This zine is the equivalent of four regular issues of NAKED TIMES, presented in a professional, easy-to-read format.
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