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[kirktastic]

Completely wrung out from the night before, and still a little sore, Jim could not have been happier to be cleared for duty. It felt good to walk up to the bridge in his uniform, greet the alpha crew, tease Pasha at her duties, and go into his office.

Unfortunately, the amount of paperwork made it... less than happy, but at least he could get started on the mess. Inside the handsome and daring space captain was still a book worm, the child who loved the library and the man who collected actual paper books, and it was that book worm that had him start sorting things out first into folders and piles to get done. His fingers flew over the console, throwing files into each folder to sort it out. He reached over and tapped the comm, calling for Rand as well to help out.

It felt good to be the Captain again, and now he wanted to play catch up with his crew.

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[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

When George heard that they were back and switched into the appropriate bodies, he decided to check in on his son. He was quite curious about Jim's time in the twenty-first century. Timing his visit, he managed to get to the kitchen during a round of baking and brought by a slice of apple pie for Jim. He had a feeling Jim's paperwork was backed up to avalanche status. Spock's would be too. He should probably drop by sometime that day and help out.

"Permission to give you apple pie, Captain?" He leaned against the doorjam.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim looked up from his work, the scent of the warm pie catching his nose. It was a little early for the treat, but what the hey. He grinned and gestured for George to come in. "Don't let Rand catch you giving this to me. She'll be on my case. I think Bones put her up to it." He accepted the plate and dug into a bite of it, sighing. Damn, Sybok made a damn good pie. Cinnamon buried in it...

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Better eat the evidence fast then," George laughed and sat down. "Of course I could claim paternal rights on seeing my kid come back from a trip to the twenty-first century no one told me about until I ran into Karl in Bones' body..." Yes, George was just a bit miffed at that. Random bodyswitching out weighed honeymoon bliss.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Eating a pie this good fast is a crime in at least three systems," Jim chirped up, laughing as well. "It was... insane. We got a few emails to Chris and them, and that was about it. Spock was having a little break down, somewhere between being human and acting like a kid in a candy store. Bones was upset there was no kind of sports going on, and we got to swim with dolphins. But we're here. Safe and all that."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Swimming with dolphins? Really? That's amazing. What was it like?" George leaned forward, curiosity thrumming through his body. "As far as I know, the Actors did alright. Karl was a bit upset so I took him up to the bridge to check it out and meet folks. Seemed to help."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"They're smart animals. Really playful too, and talk about strong. Could feel it every time they flipped their tail." Hearing about Karl upset... Jim had an idea what it probably was about. "I'm glad you managed to get him calmed down."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"What did they feel like?" George asked curiously. "I bet Spock wished he could have melded with them..."

He shrugged a bit at getting Karl calmed down. "It wasn't hard. Just a listening ear and a trip to see the bridge. Who wouldn't want to see command-central of this ship?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Sort of like wet rubber." It was the only thing Jim could think of. "A little spongy."

Jim nodded, chuckling. "Chris was pretty amped up to see the bridge, too."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Are they hanging around then?" George leaned back into his chair. "Or are they going to head back...however you three managed to get here. How did you manage to get home anyway? I was afraid I'd have to message Winona that you were lost in the twenty-first century."

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock postponed his inevitable return to his own desk and mindless paperwork in favour of surveying the ship and its tangible affairs: supplies, disputes, things that only needed visual checks or verbal confirmation. He checked his console last, and then decided to see the state of Jim's struggle (in case it would affect his own work later, of course).

"Captain." He stepped in with his hands folded behind his back, and looked between him and the back of the console monitor. "Have you begun to recover from our absence yet?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim looked up from what he was typing - a long request for supplies that would require some finesse in acquiring, he had a feeling Scotty had a hand in it - and laughed at Spock's question. "I'm no longer drowning, if that's what you mean. Really slowly pulling my head up from the water."

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

He stepped closer to the desk, and leaned forward over the edge a little to catch a glimpse of the screen. "It is not necessary for you to concern yourself with paperwork if other tasks require your attention."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"I like doing this," Jim said with a shrug that was almost sheepish. "I like feeling I'm part of the ship, right down to supply lists." He tapped the screen, indicating what he was looking at.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

"But those do not require your explicit permission, assuming the materials are common." He leaned a little more to gather the details of the requisition form, before straightening up. The added strength still took some time getting used to. "If you would prefer to forward them to address matters of a higher priority, that would be acceptable."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine with what I got, even if is going to take me a while to get it all done." Jim chuckled, looking up to Spock. It felt easier like this, about business. Things were far from perfect but... they were improving.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

"Then--do you require assistance?" Spock prodded at the bond as he asked, curious but uncertain about the status of Jim's energy or his willingness to accept.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim looked up and met Spock's gaze. He could feel that poking, and a deep part of him disliked it. He didn't like the idea of him being private, his thoughts and feelings his and an unknown. "Stop that. I'm fine, no better off than you are probably."

[janice-rand-sir.livejournal.com]

It wasn't as if there was any shortage of things for a Yeoman to do on board a flagship like the Enterprise, so Janice hadn't exactly been bored while the captain was away. But when she had been assigned to this ship, it had been the prospect of serving under Captain James T. Kirk that had raised it from pleasing to desperately exciting, and she rather wanted to get down to actually being the Captain's woman personal assistant. Subtly, of course. Helpfully. She knew he wasn't likely to want his personal space, mental as well as physical, invaded. But she would be helpful. She would.

Carefully, she slipped into the office. "Captain?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim looked up from the console and grinned at the sight of her. Okay, so maybe he hadn't been all that keen on the idea of a yeoman to begin with, but right now she was a sight for sore eyes. "Just the woman I was looking for. I'm drowning and I need your help." He kept it light, teasing. It would just take time to get out from under the mass of paperwork and messages and how the hell did someone even manage to DO that on a ship like this sort of things.

[janice-rand-sir.livejournal.com]

Rand tried her hardest not to look smug. She thought - or hoped - that she managed to substitute 'eager to help' for 'I knew I would swiftly become INDISPENSIBLE.'

"That's what I'm here for, sir," she volunteered, brightly. "What would you like me to do? I can start anywhere."

She ran a critical eye over the young captain. He looked a little peaky.

"Would you like me to go fetch you a coffee or anything?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim waved a hand to shake off the idea of coffee. "No, I'm good. Right now..." He thumbed through various folders, then just waved her over. "Started throwing things in folders so at least it wasn't just one huge mess but we could figure out where things go. I'm more than half way through." Requisitions, complaints, assignment changes, urgent news, top secret... the folders went on.

[janice-rand-sir.livejournal.com]

Janice scrutinized the folders. He'd established a discernible system; she could certainly attend to this.

"Okay," she said, picking up the 'Requisitions' folder and peering at it. "I can finish this up for you, if you need to get onto something more important? I have no doubt - " she reached out, slipping something into the folder where it belonged " - that the Captain of a flagship shouldn't have to do his own filing." She shook her head.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim let her use the console across from his so she could access everything. "I'm just working my way through everything," complete with a shrug, "a captain shouldn't be too good for anything, even this. I'm already going through the most important stuff."

[janice-rand-sir.livejournal.com]

She eyed him uncertainly. "Well," she conceded, "if you're sure. I suppose it'll get done faster that way, anyway."

Janice was fast at this kind of stuff, fast and accurate. She had no doubt that the captain was probably faster - everybody knew he was some kind of genius - but that just made it worse, didn't it, that he'd be wasting his time doing this? Except. What he'd said, a captain shouldn't be too good for anything. The part of her that was given to hero-worship swelled a little bit at that, even while she plotted how to blitz through this organization job with enough speed and skill that he'd be amazed. (Amazed.)

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim pulled up a complaint and frowned at it, closing his eyes as he picked the man in his mind. "Richardson..." Science, shorter man with a goatee. Something about... wait, this should have gone to Spock anyway. Jim sent it quickly in Spock's direction in amusement. "I'm not worried about speed, other than making sure it gets done reasonably. Just want it done right the first time."

It was one of the little ways he hoped to make his crew happier. If things were given, shifted, moved, whatever was needed within reason then it would make five years of being together on this ship easier.