James T. Kirk

Captain. This is Harold Lee.

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Um. Hi.

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*eyes the stranger slowly* Harold Lee. Where did you come from, and how the hell did you get on my ship? *starts off bluntly, eyes very intent*

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Okay- about that. Um.

There was weed involved?

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Maybe I should explain.

It was the kink meme, Captain. We met there.

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That doesn't explain to me how he's on my god damn ship.

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Physically, sir? He came on board via shuttlecraft. I thought--well, I wasn't thinking at the time, Captain, not clearly, anyway--that it would be easy for him to come aboard because he looks exactly like me, as you can see.

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Ohshit. Okay.

I was invited, I swear.

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Sulu, let me get this straight. You allowed someone to come on board because he looks just like you. ~~But acts a lot more like a stoner.~~ *is giving Sulu the Captain look*

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No, sir. That wasn't the reason. That was the initial attraction when we met, sir, because it's not every day you meet your exact double.

But the real reason is that I wasn't sober, captain.

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Hey!

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*just slowly rubs his forehead*

You were drunk, horny, and invited a total stranger onto the ship without going through medical OR your Captain.

...Did you two end up fucking? Seriously. *takes a slight whiff of the air to scent for sex*

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Not drunk, sir, no. High. On twentieth-century Earth-grown marijuana.

And yes, sir. We did.

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...

And aren't you with Pavel?

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Below the belt, man.

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Watch your tone.

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Ah.

In a way, sir, yes.

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