[Captain's in Office] -- [Open to All]

[kirktastic]

(OOC: Note! This is an open post for anyone who needs Kirk in any way, shape, or form right now, so just drop on by even though its starting off with Kirk and Spock!!)

After the night with Bones, to say James T. Kirk felt like shit was an understatement. He felt hurt, and angry, and confused, and all over the place all at once. It made for... well, not the greatest beginning for an alpha shift on the bridge.

He was slumped in his office. Sleep hadn't come easy, and he hadn't stayed that way much at all. This morning had even required coffee. Shit, he hadn't been forced to drink coffee to stay awake in months.

And now he had a meeting with Spock. Great. He was pretty sure there was something else ... someone else... he had a meeting about today too but couldn't force himself to remember yet.

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[first-noel.livejournal.com]

"Doctor," she corrected, and smiled, holding out her hand. "Helen Noel. I'm the psychiatrist sent from Starfleet Medical - I sent you a message a few days ago, arranging this meeting?"

He was young, she thought, looking at him. She knew his birthdate as well as everyone else in Starfleet, of course. But the history text hadn't mentioned how blue his eyes were.

She wondered how well he was handling all the pressure. How well anyone could, let alone someone with so little command experience.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

...Hell. She probably had. He put on his best smile and took her hand, shaking it firmly with a bit of a flirt to his expression, "It's nice to finally meet you." It was easy to keep down how much he hated shrinks.

"What can I help you with? It's been... saying busy is an understatement." He smirked, just slightly.

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He had a dazzling smile, as well, but she could tell he was hiding something behind it. It was as if a shield had snapped up as soon as she'd said the word psychiatrist.

She was wise enough not to comment on it, or show that she'd noticed anything. She shook his hand before pulling a chair up before his desk and making herself comfortable.

"I imagine so. The reports from the Enterprise have been causing quite a stir back home, Captain. At least, among those of us who believe them."

"Those reports are why I'm here," she continued. "Dr. McCoy contacted Admiral Petrovich a few weeks ago, requesting the aid of a full-time psychiatrist on staff. To help the displaced adjust to life here, should they need it - and also to offer any assistance required to the native crew."

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"Good. I know Bones has been almost overwhelmed... he's a doctor, not a fully trained psychiatrist. Plus its a whole crew against him." He smirked a little, knowing Bones was... exhausted. "Do you need anything? I'm pretty sure along the way I received something about you getting an office set up. Is there anything else?"

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"An office would be appreciated, if you have the space," Helen said, smiling gratefully. "I've been using my quarters, but I'm sure I'll want a wider divide between my personal and professional environments at some point."

"The other thing..." She paused, and when she spoke again, her tone was serious, though not accusing. "I need you to keep me informed about what's going on on this ship, Captain. Starfleet, for whatever reason, decided not to inform me of your encounter with Nero and his ship before I arrived here. And that's exactly the kind of thing I need to know, so that I can fully understand the stresses the people here are under. So that I can do my job, and help them."

Her eyes traced the tattoos on Kirk's face and neck, but she didn't mention them. She had managed, eventually, to get the full story of what had happened over on the Narada - at least, as much of the story as anyone in the crew seemed to know. She had no doubt that the young captain still carried some trauma over the incident - no one went through that kind of experience and just walked away from it. But she also remembered the way he had tensed as soon as she'd mentioned her profession, and so she didn't say anything. If she was going to be able to help Kirk, it would have to be when he was ready for her help, and not before.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Very few people, Kirk could count them on one hand, knew the full story of what happened on the Narada and ever would. It wasn't the kind of story he wanted anyone else to know. People knew he'd been tortured, it was hard to keep that a secret, but... the full extent, and the rescue... would remain silent. Hell, not even Bones... Spock... now that he thought about it, probably only four people in the entire universe knew the whole story. Himself, George, and the two Romulans.

"I'll do my best, with a matter of restriction. There's stuff you just wouldn't be privy to on the ship, matter of security and clearance."

[first-noel.livejournal.com]

It wasn't the answer she had hoped for, but it was one she could understand and accept. She nodded.

"Thank you, Captain. I appreciate your honesty."

She stood, smiling.

"I'm sure you're busy - I won't take up any more of your time." She smiled, and held out her hand. "Thank you for meeting with me, Captain. I'm sure we'll be in touch."

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He took her hand and shook it politely, "I'm sure we will be. Let me know if you need anything, and I'll send word to you as soon as I can about a good office space. I'll try to keep it near sickbay, seems the best place for it." He gave her that warm smile again, then sat back as his mind already tried to think where they could fit her.

[first-noel.livejournal.com]

Helen returned the handshake, and slipped out of the room, leaving Kirk to his thoughts.