[Rifts in the Boredom of Forced Sick Leave] -- [Open]

[kirktastic]

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.

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[joanna-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Nah, it'd be quite a record if I already had my masters," Joanna responded wryly. "As it is, I just had some real good teachers and I didn't have to be held back by other classmates. The EMT was so I could keep getting the gossip in the Science labs. Spent a year on planet, and Spock warned me if I kept writing to whine at him, I could cease writing, and he'd have to reevaluate my suitability for placement in his lab. So, I had to do something...and EMT certification was useful...and alleviated a bit of my guilt about not being a physician like Daddy and Paw-Paw."