After Amok
Eight Drabbles
After Amok 1
Spock
I have put the doctor to bed. He was drunk. I suppose that I should find his behavior reprehensible, but perhaps I have spent too much time among humans. I find myself understanding McCoy, even wishing that I could seek relief in the same manner.
Today, by my hand, Jim nearly died. Today I nearly killed my captain and my friend.
McCoy saved us both. He drugged the captain and prevented me from murdering my life. The blood fever has gone but I am left with the fear that nothing will be the same.
I wish Vulcans could get drunk.
After Amok 2
Kirk
I hurt.
If I'm dead, how can it hurt?
My best friend, no, my brother killed me today. I felt his hands twist the leather thong around my neck. I felt the life drain out of me. As my blood dripped onto the hot, red sands of Vulcan, I didn't feel fear. I didn't feel pain. What I felt was betrayal.
How could Spock have brought us down to his ancestral home without telling us what would happen? What if that bitch had chosen McCoy? Which of my friends would I have condemned to death?
I hurt. My soul aches.
After Amok 3
McCoy
Shit, I've got the mother of all hangovers.
I've got to get up. Those two are going to need some sober advice.
I still can't believe what happened down on that red hell of a planet. Figures Spock would be engaged to a treacherous ice princess like T'Pring. Wonder why he couldn't tell us?
If I know Jim, that's what'll be bothering him. The fact that his Vulcan friend nearly murdered him, that he nearly threw away his career, won't hurt half as much as Spock's secrecy.
Those two'll kill me if they don't kill each other first.
Damn fools.
After Amok 4
Uhura
I hate not knowing what's going on. I'm the communications officer. Somebody, please communicate.
First the captain had me contact Starfleet. We changed course. I contacted Starfleet again. We changed course again. Next, we're orbiting Vulcan, talking to Spock's wife, for gods' sake.
The three of them beamed down and suddenly the captain was dead. Did they think we wouldn't notice? The ship was in shock. The rumor spread that Spock killed Captain Kirk. It couldn't be true; they're like brothers.
Suddenly, the captain's alive, Spock's not married, and no one's talking. I wish someone would tell us what's going on.
After Amok 5
Kirk
All hands, this is the captain. We are now on course to Altair 6 where we will attend inauguration ceremonies for the new President. There will be a briefing for the senior staff at sixteen hundred hours.
As for our mission to Vulcan, the details will remain classified. No one is to discuss anything that they might have seen or heard about the ship's business.
I know that I can rely on each one of you to carry out these orders. It is truly my privilege to serve on the best ship with the finest crew in Starfleet.
Kirk out.
After Amok 6
Spock
The captain has classified the details of our Vulcan sojourn. This must be because he does not wish to speak to me about those dishonorable events. Out of respect for Vulcan privacy, Captain Kirk will not intrude on something as shameful as my Pon Farr.
I wish to speak to him. I would beg forgiveness for not trusting him, for risking his life, for nearly murdering him, but I can not. I do not know how I could ever presume to ask for absolution.
I am sure that he does not wish to speak of this. The matter is classified.
After Amok 7
McCoy
If I wasn't such a damn good surgeon, I might take up psychiatry. I had a talk with those two. After they stopped protesting that everything was fine, they finally opened up. I'm delighted that they could talk like that in front of me. The three of us make a mighty fine team.
Don't ever let that pointy-eared leprechaun hear me say that.
Jim let Spock apologize and beg his forgiveness for killing him. Spock let Jim tell him how hard it was to feel that his best friend didn't trust him.
Mostly, I just listened. And, planned a party.
After Amok 8
The Crew
Dr. McCoy throws the best parties.
The whole ship came. We rotated shifts, so that no one missed it. Uhura sang while Mr. Spock played his Vulcan harp and we danced and laughed and ate and drank.
This is the best ship in the fleet. We sure get ourselves into some awful messes, but our command team is unbeatable. No one can touch them.
There was something wrong after Vulcan, but no one's talking. Whatever it was, it's over now. Captain Kirk is smiling again, and Mr. Spock never leaves his side. Things are back to normal.
We are invincible.
The End