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Things had gone... interestingly the night of the party. The small memory put a smile to Kirk's face, despite his complete boredom and annoyance at still being trapped in his room. He could leave, he could walk around, but there was nothing he could do. Damn CMO's orders.
Even if, you know, he was sleeping with said CMO.
There was still a lot to be done, and damn if he was just going to sit back while it happened. Which had led him to sitting on his bed, naked from the waist up, leaning over a padd as he tried to figure out the exact time not one but two people had evidently gone missing from his god damn ship.
And getting no where fast expect to a headache.
Even if, you know, he was sleeping with said CMO.
There was still a lot to be done, and damn if he was just going to sit back while it happened. Which had led him to sitting on his bed, naked from the waist up, leaning over a padd as he tried to figure out the exact time not one but two people had evidently gone missing from his god damn ship.
And getting no where fast expect to a headache.
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Date: 2009-11-05 03:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-05 03:46 am (UTC)intra-ship communication: CMO McCoy to Captain Kirk
Date: 2009-11-05 03:49 am (UTC)Figured you were getting pretty bored, so I thought I'd give you something to do. Look under the bed.
I'll be home a little late from shift, been running late all day.
~B
Found inside a large leather case, (http://icon.bahblog.net/files/2008/03/acoustic_guitar_000_4.jpg) with a note attached "For Jim, just because..."
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Date: 2009-11-05 04:08 am (UTC)He leaned forward, meeting her eyes, "Mrs. McCoy... what would you like to be doing?"
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Date: 2009-11-05 04:18 am (UTC)Fuck. "Have you... talked to Bones at all? Well, obviously a little but... I mean any major way?"
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Date: 2009-11-05 04:22 am (UTC)"My Spock kinda stole me from the medical career...first padd I used, he gave to me. It had a scientific journal article in it." It wasn't all gloom and doom back home. "I'm a certified EMT but I'm a thesis defense shy of my masters degree in Biotechnology." She flashed Jim a small grin. "And if you're anything like my Papa you really don't want to hear about the details."
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Date: 2009-11-05 12:24 pm (UTC)Emma McCoy, it seemed, was just one very easy going woman. She was beautiful, no doubt, and surprisingly sweet. (Still Bones' mom. Fuck, that still made him cautious around her.)
"Could you continue that research? I don't think its an area anyone's gotten into, or at least I've never heard anything on the subject. I doubt any of your research got deleted and we have an Admiral on board who could access your old research if they've been that buried by time."
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Date: 2009-11-05 03:52 pm (UTC)He knew it was. It had to be. They were connected, in a way that wasn't his imagination.
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Date: 2009-11-05 04:50 pm (UTC)"Nah, like I told Monty, it's more than likely that someone took it and ran or it got dropped completely." She looked at her hands. "I was on my way home from the Vulcan Science Academy, a conference to get them on board with the research...we hoped to expand it to humanoids..."
An idea struck her. "Do y'all have a counselor? I'm not specified in psychology but my anthropology training gives me a pretty decent background in dealing with other cultures."
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Date: 2009-11-05 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-05 08:41 pm (UTC)It was blunt, but there was no easy way to say this. Jim watched Kirk's face carefully.
"Did you know?"
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Date: 2009-11-05 08:45 pm (UTC)Kirk rubbed his neck, listening, but the comment about the counselor struck him immediately. He looked to her, eyes bright and suddenly serious. "No, but yes. Yes, we could definitely use one."
He snapped, "We had someone," Harold, fuck.., "Getting training straight from Starfleet on the ship, you could do the same too."
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Date: 2009-11-05 08:49 pm (UTC)WHAT?
WHAT?
Kirk jerked upright and stared at Jim in horror for a second. "You guys let him go back over there. With the two who... Why!?" He choked, "And there's a part of..."
He looked away, trying to get his head around it. "Jim, start explaining."
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Date: 2009-11-05 08:53 pm (UTC)"Would I be qualified for Starfleet training? I never enlisted. Would I need to go back to Frisco for the Academy?"
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Date: 2009-11-05 08:58 pm (UTC)"I didn't let anyone," he said, some little bitterness coming through in his tone that he had not allowed anyone else to hear. "I returned from a meeting with Acting Captain Spock about the results of the rescue mission to find Spock gone, a note bidding me not to worry and what appeared to be a young Romulan girl in his place. Narada requested his assistance. Spock accepted. Without consulting me. With shields up and neither the Narada nor Spock wishing his return, I felt I had little choice but to respect his instincts."
It was clear that despite his resignation, Jim did not take any of this lightly.
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Date: 2009-11-05 10:43 pm (UTC)[[OOC - Frankly, I've no idea where we are or why. ;) ]]