Happy Place  by Satin Ragdoll  Christine Chapel rolled the tiny
bottle back and forth between her hands. She often did so when
she was nervous. Today, she was receiving the Federation Peace
Prize, quite an honor. It was for her work with the Omnicron
Ceti III spores. Nobody else had the brilliance, or sheer
doggedness, to pursue that scientific endeavor.  She had tried
to get Spock to help. Understandably, he had wanted nothing to
do with it. He had been severly shaken by the whole thing,
although he would never admit it. But, there had been such
potential! The health benefits had been enough to make her mouth
water. If only she could separate the other effects out. That
had proven exceptionally difficult. So difficult that she had
simply kept it as a pet project on the back burner, only working
on it when she had the extra time, which unfortunately wasn't as
much as she wished.  Finally, after years and years of off and
on work, she had come up with what was called Chapel's Solution.
It would extend one's li