the horses running

So, I hear from screamlet that it is WIP Amnesty Day!

Hrrm. Well, I have a couple of things I thought I might as well toss out. The first thing, I suppose, could be something on its own, but was intended to be the beginning of something else, and isn't very 'finished', besides. But whatever it was going to be, it isn't any longer.

Title: [the obligatory transuniversal bond ficlet]
Pairing: Spock Prime/nuKirk
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: made up in my heeeeeeeeeead
Warnings: Serious clichefest.

( There are differences, any fool could see )

And then there's this one. Urgh, God, I have grown to hate this fic. I have stared at it and stared at it, and it is obviously just not going to let me finish it. I can't even remember where it was going. So I am posting it, as is. Take that, evil fic!

Title: Vulcans Don't Swim (fail!working title)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Disclaimer: Yes, not mine.

( Vulcans don't swim. )

I just wanted rid of these, really. *breathes a sigh of relief*

Title: Formalities
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Kirk/Spock, McCoy (TOS)
Disclaimer: All ur boys are blong to Paramount.
Notes/Summary: Written for this kinkmeme prompt. McCoy hates formal dinners, he hates his dress shirt, and his life basically sucks enough as it is, without him having to deal with Kirk and Spock dancing in their bathroom, thank you very much.

( If there was one thing in the multiverse guaranteed to incite Dr McCoy to feelings of rage and violence, it was undoubtedly that blue silk monstrosity misnamed a dress uniform tunic. )

I feel vaguely as if I am spamming my own journal. Ah, well.

Title: Adam's Rib
Pairing: Kirk/android Kirk (ish)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Property of Paramount, who did not venture into this territory, for reasons best known to themselves, during What Little Girls Are Made Of.
Notes/Summary: This is for my_daroga, in response to a prompt at st_tos_kink for some form of doubled Kirk. This got rather angstier and more contemplative than I intended, somehow.

( If androids had any real advantage over humankind, it must surely be that they were born perfect. )