Original Star Trek Bloopers Novels & Stories

my stomach growled like a starved tiger. We immediately pulled apart, still breathing heavily. And then Nathan started to laugh, again. Damn you tummy! Way to ruin the moment!

“Yup.” “Deal.” He grinned wickedly. “But I get to be Picard.” “Really? A Star Trek reference. You’re such a geek.” “Um, you got the reference, so you’re a double geek. A deek if you will.” I threw back my head and laughed. No one had ever made me laugh as loud or as much as Jules did. Beep beep beep.

“The image of the flowers you left us could not be removed from the screens for weeks.” I blinked. Once. Then frowned. “The flowers?” He nodded. “Beautiful arrangement. Very memorable.” I stared at him for a moment, then shook my head. “I did not leave any flowers.” Now it was his turn to look confused. I folded my hands on the table. “I left an audio file on loop.” A pause. “The song Staying Alive.” Silence. Then Scott nearly fell out of his chair laughing. Sierra covered her mouth. Several members of the team openly lost composure.

My thoughts swirled and I looked down, scrambling for an answer that wouldn't reveal the supernatural world I'd accidentally stepped into because one, Zander said to tell no one, and two, no one would believe me. "Dante is a total loser." I chuckled dryly, trying to lighten the conversation. "He, uh, did some weird Vulcan move." I made a pinching motion with one hand. "On your, uh, shoulder, or something like that, and you collapsed. I started freaking out, but he laughed and said it was such a cool trick I wouldn't believe it until he showed me." Had I thrown in a Star Trek reference? Geek-tastic. I had to sell this better. "Huh?" Bobby looked stunned.

Lots of footage was the norm. Through the noise of the last preparations, everyone heard the chatter on one device. A mechanical voice registered with cameras rolling and the sound recording, the chilling statement. Barry Bad No Talk “Okay, I am sorry. I didn’t do that. No one asked anything. I don’t know whether it’s a glitch.” He tossed the device onto the table before him as if it burnt him.

** Lodestar: **I don’t speak French. aCooooig: **That one’s worth finding on G****e Translate.** Lodestar: **Maybe.** WHEN MY COMPUTER screen returned to normal, I sent crawlers through my system to kick her out of there, but after that was in place, I started a group call and, when all my brothers were scowling at me, I told them, “Houston, we don’t have a problem.” TWENTY-SIX DECLAN “WE DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM?”

“Already knows how to make himself heard.” When he stirred, Dr. Brooks leaned over, adjusting the blanket. Storm blinked up at him and made a sound that was half-giggle, half-coo. The doctor chuckled. “He’s smiling already.” Beth grinned. “Told you.” Dr. Brooks shook his head, amused. “It’s just gas.”

Beaufort to catch me every single time. Turns out Trevon used to pull the same stunt. Somehow, in those shared screwups, we found this little pocket of nostalgia—two exhausted scientists laughing over old mistakes. Until Dylan's leather shoes slid into view, slicing our little moment in half. He was holding a food container, reaching it out. "You didn't eat much at dinner. Your stomach will hurt." Oh, he remembered. Back when I used to run on fumes during experiments, my stomach gave out. He'd rub it, back then.

Frost glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Then better fix it, dude. Daddy dear might have taught you how to DIY a fucking radio.” Darick rolled his sharp eyes, then leaned his head against Lois’s shoulder, causing Frost to groan. “I’m not questioning your expertise, Takaga,” Frost replied. “This works just fine. We’ll see once we get closer. Unless someone wants to climb up the tree,” Gael joked. “No thank you.” I chuckled. “You okay, Doc?” I side glanced at Dr. Hull who seemed to start snoring beside me.

Tyler nodded encouragingly at him, but Spock just wagged his tail. “Spock, you had this a minute ago!” Tyler took a breath and then repeated the phrase. Spock just wagged his tail harder. “Fine, we'll do it your way,” Tyler conceded. He held the stick like a weapon and pointed it at Spock. “Pew, pew! You're dead!”