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Title: Is not No Reason
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Pairing: McCoy / Kirk / Spock
Warnings: none
Plot: Set during the end of the episode "The Man Trap" and after.
"But I do not see it that way kill Jim?!
"Yes, I see. Of course. Distintamente.Osservo that life, my captain, my companion. I hear her cry in front of me, spilling his hands on his viso.I his eyes watching me through his fingers seem dumb. They seem to scream in a dull appeal. But I will not listen and so I turned to look at the creature that brought me to this point, a step away from killing. The creature that I showed how fleeting is my volontà.Come in light of this I can believe in me? God, how much they can trust me?!



Nda I Set during the end del'episodio "The Man Trap," a terrible episode in my opinion (I can not watch it without crying. Watching Bones in that state is heartbreaking TT) and the final because I was not at all satisfied, I attempted (and perhaps too much XD) to highlight its so sad and distressing thoughts and then I wanted to give a touch sentimental-romantic at the end XDD.

Before you start to read tell you to write songs I've heard (of course, there is no textual match between what I wrote and the lyrics of the song, if not sporadic phrases or words)

For the first part (up under 3 stars): "In the End" by Linkin Park (alternative to "Numb")

"But I do not see that it will kill Jim?"

Yes, I see. Of course. Separately. My hands motionless, my hand shake it shows no sign of disobedience.

The feel betrayed.

They more than any other part of my anatomy should be the means through which I may preserve life, to protect, treat it.

hesitate now to save a life.

And not just any life.

Life in which I voted my loyalty.

Life that my hands have a duty to care for, soothed, protected.

The life to which my hands are consecrated.

But now it's over.

note that life, my captain, my companion.

I hear her cry in front of me, poured on his face in his hands.

dumb Her eyes seem to spy on me through his fingers.

seem to scream in a dull appeal.

But I will not listen and so I turned to look at the creature that brought me to this point, a step away from killing.

creature whose deception was not able to escape.

The creature that I showed how fleeting is my will.

As the light of this I can believe in me?

have faith in what they are?

If my actions can be manipulated to change up to this point, how can I trust?

God, how much they can trust me?!

Spock peered at me with eyes of beast.

dark deep enough to be able to distil-paradoxically-reproach.

Scolding loud that my eyes can not tolerate.

me nothing is more tolerable.

I feel I fall into the abyss of my ineptitude and once sealed, how dare I get out?

How dare They should entrust again their lives to someone like me?

I'm still here. One step away from them.

my eyes still in their figures.

My body chained to the wall of my apartment.

an invisible chain whose links torturing my every muscle and grant me just one breath.

The last breath of shame that grips me.

observe in silence.

And They suffer in silence and blame me.

must certainly be so, because the air is full of disappointment.

Although Jim does not see, from the face of Spock I take every warning and even awe.

And I am surprised as he, and maybe more.

are not worthy of them.

their stronghold of spirit, their immortality, their greatness of spirit, their pride, their firmness, of their strength.

This man is not worthy of their weak consideration.

The man of a thousand failures.

I have failed in everything.

What is left of me at this point?

Everything that makes a man a wreck of himself.

stripped of all virtues.

Forgive me ...

still perceive Spock and his warnings hit me again and again. How lame hot march in the skin blood.

Then indifference.

Spock surrender to torture and simply ignore what is left of this man.

My eyes stop seeing. A tightening force and I feel sew the eyelids together.

Despite my resignation at the sight I hear through the door of my apartment with Jim in his arms and I shudder when one of his hands almost unconscious on the contrary my fingers too conscious and sensitive, unworthy of touch.

chain slows clement its grip giving me an undeserved freedom.

So I drop to the ground.

***

My eyes slowly, carefully unfold and suddenly cling, s'incatenano one more look bending over me.

Your golden eyes that I missed so much at this time and so I wanted to see with the terror of it on me.

strange laws in this gold liquid languish on a sweet understanding, a peace that rocks me and confuses me.

"Bones ..."

His loving whisper on my lips.

"How do you feel?"

I demand.

I could hardly hold back a laugh.

"God, Jim ... but how? This is a question that should offer your own doctor ..."

joke bitterly.

"I'm all right, Bones. I want to know exactly how my first official doctor. My Friend. "

I dedicate this concern and I look away, hanging with restless shadows on the wall. Animated in a riot similar to mine.

"I do not have good news for both, Jim ... or to the medical officer or for your friend ..."

muttered the last word with my sarcasm congenital.

Jim smiles at me lovingly, but his face s'adombra just a sad film.

"Really? Is there anything I can do for them?"

It pushes my game unhappy.

"There is nothing you can do for them. Your friend then ... there's nothing left of him ... It is no longer worthy of you. And ashamed ... "

I'm going to sit down and posted my gaze to the sheets as disordered thoughts.

"It was not their fault ..."

I said.

"Shit ..."

answer.

"Why are so severe? "

I demand.

"Why are two idiots ..."

answer.

"But I think they are a great doctor and a good friend ..."

think to cheer him up, and I bow my head. His chin sunk in his chest pushed by guilt.

"They have allowed the monster ... to touch ... I have almost killed him ..."

protest.

"But I'm here."

continue to push me in the chest.

"How can you still trust them, Jim? Forgive them this? "

ask.

"It does not forgive them ..."

a correct answer. Right. I raise.

"See? Well ... I'm fine ... I'll live with this ... "

Even with this latest failure. It is now used to it.

"Do not lose them, Bones, because there is nothing to forgive ... "

Explode.

"Why do you say that?! I prefer a thousand times more than you hate me, rather than grant forgiveness in this way. It would be a thousand times more acceptable! "

M'inabisso deeper into his chest.

"Bones ..."

stops it.

"Jim, I do not do it! I can not even look for me ... I feel rotten. Stop ... "

I do not understand your attitude.

'm always constantly prepared to acknowledge any guilt.

I accept the failures with resigned acceptance, without possibility of redemption.

And know that He gives me so ...

And suddenly I feel his arms and wrap my face, instinctively, you lift a little to find refuge in his chest.

"They are not even able to lend medical assistance as they are, and you have not been close friend who I am. What else I offer after being found not to have any of my duty towards you? What else? Tell me, Jim ... "

I look up to her eyes as clear as it is handsome.

"Bones ..." I whispered

too kindly.

I look at him and showed him the treacherous hands.

"These hands ... these hands have helped you, Jim"

I hate them.

But he takes them in his, sees through them, smile and pat his back, tickling the palm, fingers, kissing ...

"I love these hands, Bones ... and its owner ..."

solidify his eyes with the words and the statement is consolidated with them and so I get some, Vera .

"Jim ..."

I feel pain and emotion plow my hot face.

me free.

"Now forgiven, Bones ..."

"Jim ... forgive me ..."

"There is no reason why should I forgive you, I've already said ... "

I melt in the warmth of her embrace that dispels all my doubts.

"There is no reason ..."

And his words lull me, spoil me with their sweetness.

now accuses me playfully.

criticizes my stupidity.

Spock And now it appears that door and watches me.

His eyes gaze upon me from a distance and they also scold me.

reproached my stupidity. My human, insane, illogical masochism.

And finally, I embrace them as well.

shyly, silently.

And I understand that there is no reason to continue to blame ...

There is no reason in the light of this.

And I close my eyes again, gently.

Pleasantly closed.

And I feel soothed, again and again and again ...

"There is no reason, Bones ..."

And I feel free.

What Do You Need To Build A Bmx

Is not No Reason That The Darkness lurks in my mind MY

Title: The Darkness That lurks in my mind
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Characters: Jim VS Tiberius; McCoy , Spock
Warnings: none
Plot: In the person of James Tiberius Kirk now remained That those 'shadow nomi.Sentiva James between the two, or better yet, "Jim," slipped through the fingers and felt "Tiberius" claws consciousness. Jim Kirk had killed a man. And that was why he felt that name out of tune and that was why Tiberius sghignazzare.Ed He claimed his presence ...


Nda: The story in question, in addition to my beautiful dream revolves around an incident which involved the same Jim during a mission. Our poor captain was forced by having to kill a man, so, instinctively. And is now consumed by guilt over the sense of pleasure experienced in having killed a "danger" that the act itself. And now if to do with himself. That part of him he laughs beyond the Mirror ...


******************************

"E '... I had to had hit ... "

" Look in the mirror, Jim ... what do you see? ... I tell you. A man excited. Look, Jim ... looks like it burns our eyes! "

" I shot! 'S true! But man, that man was about to strike in turn, my comrades ... I had to do it! "

" Oh Mirror, Mirror "

" Stop! "

" I will take the place I belong.
begins to descend from his chair. "




*** I do not feel good.
Reality tilts. I'm
falling? Or am I going?
a sinking or ascent?
Which one?
Both?
I feel just by touching a black thought.
This shadow takes shape.
I like. I
axle.
me over.
Ride me.
So he is going up.
will surface.

And I?

"Get down, Jiim. Sleep. "

I can not feel me.

***


about the figure of James Tiberius Kirk now remained That those 'shadow between the two names.
James felt, or better yet, "Jim" slipped through his fingers and felt "Tiberius" claws consciousness.
haunt her, overwhelm her.
win.

Jim Kirk had killed a man.

And that was why he felt out of place and the name Tiberius chuckle. And that was why
He claimed his presence. The screaming. Stirred raving through the very fabric of his unfathomable mind. Becoming among those folds are inflamed, with its scraping screams, and making a genuine plague ashes, slowly, storms, all semblance of what it was Jim. How could a

name do so? Lead both?

James Tiberius ... A person
.
Two names. Same
"significant".

but not significantly.


He used to often forget the name. Or rather, there is never expressed below him, for he . Apparteneva.Non not felt it.
So this name always came down to a simple consonant formal letter from James and Kirk.

And now it was a consonant rather imposing and uncomfortable.
it, there is thus imperative. Like a cross between two names faded scarlet.
A cross of blood.
The announcement of a martyr. How can a sign

graph, a simple "T" to become the symbol of so much anguish? Well
can. It has the strength.
has the arrogance to be able to lodge between the teeth grinding and go to strength to emerge on her lips and win his battle to establish itself in answer to collect duty and his entourage to finally be the banner of the winning name and closing with a shrewd & ldquo , S "in an annoying hiss, stubborn and inexhaustible.

arrived here, who came to this area, affirmed the presence, He was replaced with Jim, discovering, mowing, cutting down every refuge of the mind.

So between those nerves congested He claiming victims in the infinite field of consciousness.

had won.
And now it was his agony.


"I have your chair, Jim"


***


my senses.
Am I back for ... me?
I regained my faculties? I nell'astrattezza
distinction.
takes shape.
I realized.
perceive the whole. My
together.


My physical freedom.
My freedom of thought.

sensitivity.

Awareness.


thus make up my world of sense. Eye color ranges from one side of this dark room or at least this place to which I attach this semblance of instinct.
I put my bike in the world. Slight surplus between these four walls indietreggianti hours restricted hours. Shaking. Retreat. They seem to want me to meet and leave at the same time.
I see them fade and the entire area, every corner, bleaching.
is revealed to me the bars. So it is a prison ...?
Their strength has no basis. Bars
crumbling of consistency is ephemeral.
other side of the indistinct shadows, swinging first read and then in a sad lament, adjusted heavy. Control the prisoner and then reluctantly I take the liberty of slipping through the bars and now two guards to break down of my ship. So were my guards?! Take this form when they land in my hands like shadows. Observe them as they become flesh.
stunned.
grab their guns and my eye scans the aisles, the possible outputs. It 's a place I do not know. It 'a building whose interior rough confuse me. I can not tell one way out. My eyes constantly stumble inconsistent in every element of this decaying place. I can smell the rust prodded the nostrils.
begin to run and I find myself suddenly with a leap, in that I recognize as my ship!
So it's a dream ...
I feel the walls of this corridor buzzing. My ears with them.
It 's a growing buzz, intermittent, inexplicable, sometimes cable, sharp. E 'can bring him back to the hum of the engines, but there is not usually hear. It 's a buzz like the distant chorus of a thousand voices, a thousand thoughts that clash with each other and then sputter to a deafening crescendo. Follow this
growing with the intention to arrive at the origin of this continuous rocking vibration.
a voice barely audible from the ear, but clear and familiar to my mente.Giunge from there.
From my apartment!
runs toward the door through and I point the gun at him.
Exactly.
I'm just pointing the gun at a part of me.
I keep it well under fire.
He looks at me, I enjoyed it scrutinizes the bastard ... Underwear
him and a woman who is next to throw their weapons.
The cast and disappear.
seem to raise their hands.
sure I see the his hands up. Awareness material, my mind perceives concrete logic with those arms in the air and even my eyes at first glance to have the feeling that there is no such danger is the belief that everything is as it seems. Instead, suddenly, against all logic, physical, hands me one of his attacks, while at the same time in the air and behind his back, with something that identifies only later as a syringe, after seeing her whiz next to my cheek.
"begins to run."
say I feel the sulphurous glow of my eyes.
And I start to run, as controlled by a vital imperative. As in the throes of a spell then start to jump from place in place and ran like a madman against all my ideals, against my will, against my dignity. I run away from me. I escape from my pain, from my responsibilities ...
"Jim, where do you run away?"
His voice, or should I say my , I resumed duty.
I do not understand his speeches, but his words against me as a dart needles.
And I shun in every place possible, behind every wall, behind every dark corner, the shadows of massive buildings, the shade of dark, skinny skyscrapers, with black asphalt dunes, channels and opalescent in the grip of dark houses , in glassy lakes or bruising of pitch black, in memory of each school, including classrooms spectral, bare corridors were wide open ... I walk the steep streets between machines of my ship, I shrink from everything ... in every shade possible, this luxury of decadence, where my restlessness, my anxiety will disappear. Tear up the streets so in the shadow of my narrow world. In every corner of my memories as possible. In every city Forgot my mind. I try to forget about me, I worry about it, but the demeaning buildings and elements that make up this sad scene, I do not grant refuge if not for one second, and my legs are still tired and undaunted to run and run and run ... jump from one place to another skinny. The
bleed and yet I feel I am going to stop me ...

While not return to me ...

"Jim?"

anything not to come back to me ...

"Jim!"

And now where are they?
I may have hit?

"By God, Jim!"


No. This is not my voice.
shake and I feel my racing stops.
My World restless shadow fades.

And I surfaced again by launching a last look at myself.
smile just as I realize how silly they are.
And I look at it.
note that part of me.
And the next time the wait for the pass ...
"It 's a challenge? you'll lose. "
" I have already won. They are out of the game. Thanks to them. "
" Every time you look in the mirror, Jim ... I'll be there. "
" And I with you. Goodbye. "

[Awake]



***

Where are they now?

Spock ... Bones ...

My two companions in front of me with the ghost of a smile broken by the concern that I have given them so far ...

I must have been away long, because now I wrap the arms of Bones and Spock's eyes caress me.

"Jim ... it's over."

"Yes .. I know. Thank you. "

And now I would not go back to sleep again.
order to live better, without escaping anywhere,
no escape from me, with all that
are: Jim


James Tiberius Kirk

in my true
unique sensory world.

END.

(at least until the next incubo.XD)

I Have Lots Of Broken Capillaries On Chest

STAR TREK VIDEO =)

ENJOYYY!
(I do not like ST XI, But It's fun too make videos with it ... XD)

★ STAR TREK XI FAT LIP [James T. Kirk tribute]

STAR TREK XI} {BAD ROMANCE

ST XI ★ { Somewhere I Belong } ★ [ Spock POV ]

ST XI ★ { ESCAPE to the STAR } ★ [ Kirk/Spock ]

ST TOS ★ { Forever } ★ ( Kirk / Spock )

Now I'm working on another TOS video!! (song: Take my Hand - Simple Plan)