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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.

[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?"

[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?"