Title: Pinpoints of Lights
Author: Ultra-Geek
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing, least of all the Star Trek franchise
Summary: Lives are made of moments, brief and flashing, like pinpoints of light in the dark. A collection of drabbles and ideas surrounding the crew of the USS Enterprise.
AN: Most of these are just little plot-bunnies that refused to be developed into decent length stories, so basically if there's any that anyone would like to see more of, let me know so I can work on it! Some of these are basically guaranteed to become one-shots…anyway. I digress. This is just going to basically be a dumping ground for my poor little plot-tribbles. Most of these are gonna be Bones-centric, just 'cause he's my favorite.

1)

Ambassador Spock watches the three figures from a distance. The first figure, blonde and charismatic, is waving his hands and speaking expressively with wide eyes and a wider mouth. The second is standing stick straight, arms at his sides, and tracking the blonde's movements with slight turns of his head. The third is facing away from the Ambassador with crossed arms, and Spock doesn't need to be able to see him to know that he's rolling his eyes. None of them notice that they're being observed.

They are so young. All so young. They have no idea what is coming. Spock can remember that. Before the wars and the missions and the deaths of friends. Before time traveling and disease and hopping through dimensions. They have no idea. But there's also the wonder of stepping on undiscovered worlds and sweeping victories and friendships that span lifetimes.

Spock smiles.

They have no idea.

2)

Kirk loved his chair on the bridge. It had speakers in the arm, the comm system built in, controls to the entire ship, and even a cup holder. Not to mention the lumbar support. He was sure that if it had had a label saying what it was made out of, it would read 100 percent friggin' AWESOME. Or, at least, something to that effect.

And then the tribbles came.

Kirk loved the tribbles almost as much as his chair. Until one of said tribbles got on his chair. And left its little tribble hairs behind.

That was when Kirk knew the tribbles had to go.

3)

Sulu had driven cars. He'd rode bicycles, piloted shuttles, and steered boats. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to starships. And he knew exactly why.

It was the feeling that as you plummeted downwards, you were also soaring upwards at the exact same time. It was the weightlessness, the speed, the exhilaration at the order barked from the Captain, "Warp factor eight, Mr. Sulu!" and diving towards and away in the great unknown.

4)

"Authorization is not recognized."

Chekov sighed. "Ensign Authorization code: Nine-five-wictor-wictor-two."

"Authorization is not recognized."

A headache was building. "Ensign. Authorization. Code: Nine. Five. Wictor. Wictor. Two."

"Authorization is not –"

"Recognize this, you fucking computer!" Chekov yelled, swore in Russian several times loudly, and slammed his fists down repeatedly and rapidly onto the console.

The bridge was silent. Chekov felt heat rising in his cheeks as everyone stared at him. Then the console flickered to life. "Authorization recognized," came the answer in a rather feeble voice.

5)

The lift's door slid open, and the bridge fell ominously silent. Sulu looked at Chekov, who looked back at him, and then both turned their attention to the figure standing in the entrance to the bridge. Uhura sighed, and shook her head. Spock raised an eyebrow, and then pointed silently at the door of Kirk's ready room.

McCoy nodded once, and pulled the out the hypospray. He strode determinedly across the room and stood against the wall next to the door. He nodded once at Spock.

"Captain," the first officer called. "The doctor has left."

The room's door slid open. "Thank God! I've been dodging him for a week," Kirk said with a grin. The door closed. McCoy cleared his throat. Kirk paled slightly and turned. "Bones, hey! When I said 'dodging', I meant – OW!"

It would be days before the smirk left McCoy's face.

6)

McCoy stumbled out of the sickbay, and he staggered forward a few steps before coming to a halt. His eyes burned and his head throbbed. He blinked slowly, looking first to the right and then to the left. McCoy couldn't decide which way led to his quarters. God, he was tired. He was so fucking tired that all he could do was stand there and not decide anything.

Five seconds, or minutes, or hours, or days, maybe even five years, later McCoy came to the decision that he really needed to make a decision. But he still couldn't really figure out which way led to his quarters, and his bed was in his quarters, and he just wanted to sleep. And then his legs started to shake and McCoy didn't need to be a doctor to know what was coming next.

Sitting, then. Sitting was good.

His legs folded up beneath him. But just as that beautiful, beautiful floor was rising up to meet him, there was something clamping around his arm and hauling him to his feet. McCoy muttered a few expletives – he was so tired, muttering was the loudest he was going to get – and weakly tried to tug his arm away from whoever was keeping him from sitting. Good God, the entire corridor was spinning now…

"Easy, there, Bones," – so Jim was responsible for the whole not sitting thing – "I got you."

Dammit Jim, he wanted to snap, I'm a doctor, not a goddamned charity case. I don't need your help. Just point me in the right direction and I'll do the rest.

What came out was a pitiful, "Can I sit down?"

Jim chuckled slightly. "I'll never get you back up again," and then McCoy could hear the serious expression settle over the captain's face. "You look awful. When's the last time you slept?"

"Right after I ate."

"And when was that?"

"Uh…before I slept…"

"Okay, c'mon," Jim said, and began guiding McCoy to the right. The doctor just let himself be towed along; at least someone knew where his quarters were. "You're going to sleep now."

McCoy only hummed an answer. The walls passed in blurs that bled and spun together. And then suddenly he was in his quarters, sitting on his bed with his boots getting pulled off. After that, without quite realizing when or how, he was lying down with a blanket getting settled over him. "Goodnight, Bones," Jim said.

McCoy didn't hear; he was already asleep.

7)

Kirk really didn't care what anyone said about it. The golden shirt was definitely heavier than the Starfleet Cadet's uniform.

8)

Everyone gossiped on the Enterprise. It was astounding how fast after, say, someone got drunk and danced on a table where there was only one other crew member present, that the entire ship knew. The whole crew knew who had plentiful stashes of scotch (Scotty), who to go for if you needed dating advice (Kirk, obviously), and who to go to if you had an honest-to-God problem that needed a reasonable answer (Spock).

The one thing that everyone had trouble getting a pin on was who was sleeping with who. Everyone, that is, except for Doctor McCoy. After all, every single one of them contracted some manner of disease that could only be transmitted through…well. You know.

And sometimes, on gamma shift when there was no activity in sickbay, the doctor could be found sitting with datapads surrounding him. If asked, he would say that he was researching some sort of medical advancement or something of the sort. In reality, he was playing a game he affectionately called Match the STD.

9)

They were on a planet that's entire culture rotated on fashions of clothing. People seized power through new designs, new fads, and basically who had the sparkliest shirt. "Gentlemen," Kirk said with a wide smirk, "Set your phasers to stunning!"

Spock's eyebrow disappeared right into his hairline.

10)

"It's life, Jim," Spock called from his station. "Just not as we know it."

Kirk sighed. "Is that all you can say?" he asked, and turned to look at McCoy. "Is that all he can say?"

"I don't know," McCoy answered, waving a hand absently and staring the datapad in front of him. "I'm a doctor, not an analyst."

Kirk had absolutely no response.

11)

"I'm sorry, but I think that I misheard you," Uhura said, watching Kirk's face closely. "What is it that you say they turned Spock into?"

"Um," Kirk rubbed the back of his head. "Bones said he was a horned toad."

"And I have to…?"

"According to what the local shaman said, he has to be kissed by a, uh, a significant other in order to return to his, um, normal condition."

12)

McCoy really didn't know how it happened, but one minute he was walking to Sickbay for his shift and the next he was flying up and slamming into the ceiling. The lights flickered and sirens blared. He was tossed into a wall like a doll, and the air was forced from his lungs with an oof.

Then he crashed into the floor, the lights turned back on, and it was quiet as if nothing had happened. McCoy lay still, muttering muffled "damn it"s into the floor. He pushed himself to his feet and limped as quickly as he could manage to Sickbay. He staggered through the door to find the area deserted. It took only several more minutes to determine that he was the only one there.

McCoy stood in the center of the room. He rubbed his head, and then moved slowly to the nearest Comm screen. "Sickbay to Bridge," he said. "This is Sickbay to Bridge."

No answer.

He frowned. Well, wasn't that just a fan-fricking-tastic sign? "This is Sickbay to Bridge. Any one there? McCoy to the Bridge."

Still nothing.

McCoy felt a stone settling in his stomach. "Computer," he said, deciding on a new tact. "Location of Captain Kirk."

"Captain Kirk is not aboard the Enterprise," chimed the much too cheery voice.

He gritted his teeth. "Computer, location of Commander Spock."

"Commander Spock is not aboard the Enterprise."

"Mr. Sulu?"

"Lieutenant Sulu is not aboard the Enterprise."

"Scott."

"Montgomery Scott is not –"

"Yeah, I get it." McCoy said. He ran his hand through his hair. He cursed. He cursed again. Then, he cursed a third time just for good measure. Then, he came up with his third plan. "Computer, report all Starfleet members aboard the Enterprise."

It was quiet as the computer scanned. "Number of Starfleet members aboard Enterprise: one. Location of Starfleet members aboard Enterprise: Sickbay. Name of Starfleet member aboard Enterprise: Doctor Lieutenant Commander Leonard Horatio McCoy, Chief Medical Officer."

"I'm the only one on the whole damn ship?"

"Affirmative."

McCoy took the opportunity to throw an innocent hypo against a wall and bellow at nothing in particular.