This Alien Flame: #STaD 2016 Day Three September 3, 2016 Shan Jeniah Burton Learn more about my #StaD September 2016 Challenge Standard disclaimer and rating:I don’t own Star Trek (though a case could be made for it owning me!) In writing these stories, I intend no copyright infringement, and make no monetary profit. They are a tribute, and a celebration.This story is rated T (teen).Sexual references hinted at; nothing remotely graphic.This is a continuation of, and the sequel to my Day One story, "Another Manner of Flame." It’s not necessary to read those stories to understand this drabble - a story told in only 100 words - although it would add clarity. This Alien FlameThe scent suffuses every breath. The book and her human - illogical, indelible temptations. Two weeks without meditation, food, or tea. She can scarcely take water. She hungers only for Trip; for answers. Sleep promises human caresses, illogical acts not intended for procreation. Should she seek a healer to cure this madness? Confess her error? Erase Trip, and what his mind held? She seizes the book; tearing, revealing. Breath harsh, clutching its scent. Stopped by the image.Two humans. Mating. She stares. Blood surges hot with illogical promise. Shaking fingers pair, reach, daring to touch this alien flame.