[Sickbay]

[kirktastic]

*waits impatiently for this stranger and Sulu*

*looks nervously towards the door where Spock is supposed to be asleep behind, and decides he'll check on him later*

Comments

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

...

And aren't you with Pavel?

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Below the belt, man.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Watch your tone.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Hey, same to you. Hikaru didn't deserve that.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*shifts his stance, eyes narrowing, then he smirks* You have no idea what's going on, so why don't you shut the fuck up?

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Hey. Fuck you.

[fencinginspace.livejournal.com]

STOP IT. Harold, shut up.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Difference between being a dick and having to be Captain, Harold. Sometimes, the safety of this ship comes before everything else. *snapped tones* You are hereby locked to a private set of quarters under guard until you have been verified. Is that understood?

[fencinginspace.livejournal.com]

Captain--don't lock him up alone. Please.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[fencinginspace.livejournal.com]

He's not from here. He's not even from now. and he doesn't know anyone on board ship except me.

I'd be pretty damned frightened if I were in his shoes, and it's not exactly diplomatic, sir, to go around throwing people in solitary confinement when they pose no threat to the ship.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Alright BOTH OF YOU. Look. Sulu, I'll be blunt. If I put him in your quarters with you, anything that happens because of him or to him is your responsibility. Are you willing to take that on?

[fencinginspace.livejournal.com]

Yes, sir. I am.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Y-yes. Sorry.

Could I, um. Possibly. Be locked in Hikaru's quarters?

For familiarity's sake?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Considering you got my helmsman stoned, I am not leaving you in quarters with anyone else!

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Um.

If it helps, you can have one of my spliffs.

[fencinginspace.livejournal.com]

Shut. Up. Harold.

[fencinginspace.livejournal.com]

Ah.

In a way, sir, yes.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

And, if I remember correctly, more then half the crew threatened you with some serious bodily harm if you should upset him. Am I right? *dark glare*

[fencinginspace.livejournal.com]

Yes. Sir. You're right.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

...Until he's verified, your... friend here is going to be locked to a private quarters. Once he's been verified, if he is, we'll see what we can do with him.

And you are locked to your own quarters until he's verified. I think I'm going to give you to Bones to be the test subject for his next vaccine as your punishment.

[fencinginspace.livejournal.com]

Until he's verified? How long is that going to take?

You're kidding about the vaccine. Tell me you're kidding.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Right now, you picked about the worst time ever. I'll take to get someone on it but you realize we've had an intruder try to kill Spock, right? Or are you still too stoned? *glare* You reek of it.

And I'm not kidding about the vaccine.

[fencinginspace.livejournal.com]

No, sir, I didn't know that. I've been in my quarters. I haven't had a shift, sir. And I'm not still stoned. I just haven't had a shower.