Title: SPEAKING OF THE DEAD
Author: A. Kite
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Codes: Spock, Scotty, Kirk/everyone implied
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Paramount, no money being made, no copyright
infringement intended.
Summary: Two old shipmates met to share some drinks and remember.
Archiving: ASC/EM and to my own webpage.
This is my first ever TOS public fic. It is truly evil, so please bear with me. Only singeing
flames, please, if you must. I'm not sure what came over me. <g> The title is borrowed from the
list that kira-nerys sent to the list.
Speaking of the Dead
A. Kite (Feb. 2000)
Two old friends met after all the others they had loved were long, long dead. Met to have a
drink together and remember. Montgomery Scott took his glass of scotch in hand to raised it for
a toast. He clinked the glass with that of his companion and said, "Here's to James T. Kirk, the
best fuck in the galaxy."
His companion dropped his glass in surprise. Scott looked at him in disbelief. "Oh, come on
now, Spock. Ye canna tell me you never had a piece of old Jim Kirk, the best bottom boy ever born."
The elderly Vulcan could only shake his head as he tried to mop up the mess he made. The
Scott sighed, "Ach, I'm glad old Sulu is dead then. He'd have won the pool."
"Pool?" Spock inquired.
"Aye, we had a pool back on the auld Enterprise on just when you were going to get tired of
Kirk's posturing and fuck him there on the bridge."
By this time the Vulcan had poured himself another drink. At this confession, he downed it all,
the whole glassful.
"We were sure, all of us were, Chekov, McCoy, Sulu, me, that you two were having it on. Hell,
man, the whole fleet thought you were fucking him. We were just betting on your restraint. Now
I find out you were better at it than all of us combined."
Spock sputtered a mouthful of the fine scotch and managed to choke out, "All of you?"
Scotty could only shake his head. "Aye, all of us had him at one time or another. It was a
wonder you didn't hear him carrying on, moaning, with that sensitive hearing of yours, and you
being right next door."
"Moaning?"
"Aye, he liked it hard and fast, did our dear Captain Kirk." With that the Scotsman took his glass
and raised it high. "Here's to Jim Kirk."
"To Jim Kirk," the Vulcan echoed. *Damn*
The end