Dear Daddy #6: Intership Communications
Title: Intership Communication:
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Joanna/Savas, McCoy/[classified], Chekov/Sulu
Rating: All ages
Type: Series, Epistolary, #6/40
Warnings: A little strong language, but nothing a nine-year-old hasn't heard before.
Word Count: 1516
Summary and Notes: Jim Kirk should never be bored. A bored Jim Kirk is a conniving and dangerous Jim Kirk. Posted to kirk_mccoy
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 13:00FST
Jim, please sign off on these requisition forms. I need them ASAP to send to Starfleet Medical so we don't run out of supplies. Since about every third planet we orbit seems to have it in for you, we're going to need a full stock of bandages, antiseptic, and sedatives.
-McCoy
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 13:38FST
No problem, though I'm not sure about the sedatives...
I'm attaching a requisition form for popsicles. I feel that medbay should be fully stocked with popsicles.
Your kid is THE BEST EVER! When we get back to Earth I'm going to kidnap her and show her the whole ship. I'll even let her sit in the chair and push the buttons. I just want to give her a great big hug - except she'd probably kick me in the shins. The girl is fierce.
Dinner tonight?
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 14:11FST
You told her how to make gunpowder?! Dammit, Jim, she's nine years old, she does not need to know how to make gunpowder. Just sign the damn form. And no, medbay does not need popsicles.
Yeah, I'll see you in the officer's mess after shift. Somebody's got to make sure you have something green to eat - and if you make one crack about Orion girls, I'll smack you.
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 14:48FST
Medbay does need popsicles. Because I think I deserve a popsicle for each time you stab me with a hypo. Since that's, like, A LOT, you'll need lots of popsicles. Also, I think that knowing how to make gunpowder from scratch is a valuable life skill, thankyouverymuch. Case in point: last week - or did you forget how I almost died at the hands of a pissed off dinosaur guy?
Bones, you wound me - I would never make a joke like that. Though, now that you mention it, that would be pretty funny.
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 15:00FST
You are an infant. Please sign the forms, I'm up to my ass in work down here. I'll see you at dinner.
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 15:22FST
C'mon, you love me and you know it. Here are your forms, Dr. Tightass.
So... What do you think about this Vulcan boy? Savas? Isn't that the cutest thing in the universe?! We should tell Spock. Two credits says he raises an eyebrow and says "fascinating" and then gives you a hard time about it for the rest of forever.
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 15:57FST
Some of us have work to do, y'know - and we are not telling Spock. The affairs of my daughter are nobody's business and I'll thank you to keep it to yourself. Dammit, Jim, we're off shift in a few hours, can't this wait?
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 16:13FST
But Bones, I'm soooo bored! It's just straight flying for five days and I'm losing my mind up here. One can only watch Chekov and Sulu make the sexy eyes at each other for so long - It's kind of like watching tennis. Chekov makes the sexy eyes and then his ears turn pink and he pretends like he's been paying attention to navigation. Then Sulu shoots him a look, blushes, and looks away again. We gotta get them together, if for no other reason than so they'll focus on their work again. I can't have my best navigator and pilot distracting each other.
Jo's too young for affairs. She's only nine, Bones, yeesh! Okay, I won't tell Spock.
It's adorable, though. I can just see this tiny girl version of you and this wee little Vulcan dude. I bet Spock was adorable at that age, all serious-face.
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 16:45FST
I've got fifteen cases of dermatitis from a batch of ship's laundry that went off for some reason and I'm trying to figure out what the hell went wrong and you're up there playing matchmaker? And don't tell me you're not trying to set me up - again. Really, Jim, Nurse Chapel? She's a fine woman and a great nurse, but it's not like that with her.
Leave Sulu and Chekov alone, they'll either figure it out or they won't, but best to let nature take its course.
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 17:25FST
Nurse Chapel?! What the hell are you talking about? I'm not trying to set you up - not after last time. Cadet Peterson and the perpetually running mouth. I wanted to stab my eyes out with chopsticks. The sushi was good, though. Does Jo like sushi? We could take her to that place next time we're home - or that ice cream place near the shore. She likes ice cream. Can I have ice cream for dessert? I've been a good captain all day long and I promise I'll eat my vegetables. Besides - it's got calcium in it and you know I can't drink milk. Who loves you, Bones? I do. You're my favorite CMO in the whole fleet.
Sulu and Chekov locked eyes for two seconds just now. The plot thickens...
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 17:56FST
Fine, you can have ice cream, but you have to eat something green. I swear, if you didn't have me to monitor your nutrition, you'd eat nothing but junk. The four food groups are not meat, potatoes, cheese, and ice cream.
I don't know if Jo likes sushi or not. Her mother doesn't care for it - rather, she doesn't care for the idea of it, so it's possible she's never tried it. Ice cream's probably safer.
You give me one solid hour of peace and I'll be done here.
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr Dr. McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 18:35FST
Aye-Aye, Dr. Tightass. One hour.
You, me, officer's mess.
Wear something slinky.
---
Personal log: CMO Lt. Cmdr. Dr. McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 22:06FST
I'm not sure I can take five years of James T. Kirk. He's got the emotional maturity of a hyperactive labrador. Seriously, though, he's been sending letters to Jo and I'm glad to see they're getting along so well. It's good for both of them, really. She needs someone to talk to who's been through some of what she's going through.
This... vet Jocelyn's dating is probably nothing like Jim's stepfather. I'm sure he's a fine, upstanding citizen, but that doesn't make it easy for Jo. Jocelyn's still convinced that conventional therapy will work, but Jo's too smart for that. She needs a mentor and Jim's the perfect candidate. I hate to say it, but her sudden interest in Vulcan logic seems to be helping as well.
It's therapy for him, too. He's got more than just physical scars - microfractures in the forearms resulting from defense wounds, some trauma to the skull, other old wounds, little things that most would write off as a result of his long history of brawling. In fact, I did at first, but upon closer examination, I saw a pattern to it that I've seen more times than I care to mention. There's no reason to hit a kid like that - none. Ever.
Anyway, he's good for Jo and Jo's good for him. Even James T. Kirk the hero-captain of the Enterprise has issues. Maybe he won't talk to me about it, but I know there's a lot of anger there, a lot of hurt. He likes to take care of people, but what he doesn't realize is that it's meant to be reciprocal. He's decided to protect Jo in his own way and she gives him the sort of love you can only get from a kid. He needs that. Jo won't suffer fools and it won't matter if you're the goddamned President of the Federation, she'll tell you if she thinks you're being an idiot. It's not unconditional, exactly, but the conditions aren't what Jim's used to.
I'm starting to wax poetic here, which means time to shut up about it and just let them do what they're doing. It's just that they're the most important people in my life and I want them both to be healthy and happy. They both deserve that much.
I'm glad they've become such fast friends, but I may have created a monster. I think Jim's planning to set me up with someone. They're both devious as all hell and geniuses besides, so no telling what they're up to.
I miss my little girl. I fucked up by not being there for her because I wanted to make the universe a better place. I'm a doctor. I'm good at what I do, but I'm a crap father. No way this makes up for lost time, missed opportunities, but I'm trying. I want to do right by her.
Shit. Physician, heal thy fuckin' maudlin-ass self.
Part 5: Dear Jo,
Part 7: Dear Savas, (#2)
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Joanna/Savas, McCoy/[classified], Chekov/Sulu
Rating: All ages
Type: Series, Epistolary, #6/40
Warnings: A little strong language, but nothing a nine-year-old hasn't heard before.
Word Count: 1516
Summary and Notes: Jim Kirk should never be bored. A bored Jim Kirk is a conniving and dangerous Jim Kirk. Posted to kirk_mccoy
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 13:00FST
Jim, please sign off on these requisition forms. I need them ASAP to send to Starfleet Medical so we don't run out of supplies. Since about every third planet we orbit seems to have it in for you, we're going to need a full stock of bandages, antiseptic, and sedatives.
-McCoy
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 13:38FST
No problem, though I'm not sure about the sedatives...
I'm attaching a requisition form for popsicles. I feel that medbay should be fully stocked with popsicles.
Your kid is THE BEST EVER! When we get back to Earth I'm going to kidnap her and show her the whole ship. I'll even let her sit in the chair and push the buttons. I just want to give her a great big hug - except she'd probably kick me in the shins. The girl is fierce.
Dinner tonight?
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 14:11FST
You told her how to make gunpowder?! Dammit, Jim, she's nine years old, she does not need to know how to make gunpowder. Just sign the damn form. And no, medbay does not need popsicles.
Yeah, I'll see you in the officer's mess after shift. Somebody's got to make sure you have something green to eat - and if you make one crack about Orion girls, I'll smack you.
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 14:48FST
Medbay does need popsicles. Because I think I deserve a popsicle for each time you stab me with a hypo. Since that's, like, A LOT, you'll need lots of popsicles. Also, I think that knowing how to make gunpowder from scratch is a valuable life skill, thankyouverymuch. Case in point: last week - or did you forget how I almost died at the hands of a pissed off dinosaur guy?
Bones, you wound me - I would never make a joke like that. Though, now that you mention it, that would be pretty funny.
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 15:00FST
You are an infant. Please sign the forms, I'm up to my ass in work down here. I'll see you at dinner.
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 15:22FST
C'mon, you love me and you know it. Here are your forms, Dr. Tightass.
So... What do you think about this Vulcan boy? Savas? Isn't that the cutest thing in the universe?! We should tell Spock. Two credits says he raises an eyebrow and says "fascinating" and then gives you a hard time about it for the rest of forever.
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 15:57FST
Some of us have work to do, y'know - and we are not telling Spock. The affairs of my daughter are nobody's business and I'll thank you to keep it to yourself. Dammit, Jim, we're off shift in a few hours, can't this wait?
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 16:13FST
But Bones, I'm soooo bored! It's just straight flying for five days and I'm losing my mind up here. One can only watch Chekov and Sulu make the sexy eyes at each other for so long - It's kind of like watching tennis. Chekov makes the sexy eyes and then his ears turn pink and he pretends like he's been paying attention to navigation. Then Sulu shoots him a look, blushes, and looks away again. We gotta get them together, if for no other reason than so they'll focus on their work again. I can't have my best navigator and pilot distracting each other.
Jo's too young for affairs. She's only nine, Bones, yeesh! Okay, I won't tell Spock.
It's adorable, though. I can just see this tiny girl version of you and this wee little Vulcan dude. I bet Spock was adorable at that age, all serious-face.
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 16:45FST
I've got fifteen cases of dermatitis from a batch of ship's laundry that went off for some reason and I'm trying to figure out what the hell went wrong and you're up there playing matchmaker? And don't tell me you're not trying to set me up - again. Really, Jim, Nurse Chapel? She's a fine woman and a great nurse, but it's not like that with her.
Leave Sulu and Chekov alone, they'll either figure it out or they won't, but best to let nature take its course.
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 17:25FST
Nurse Chapel?! What the hell are you talking about? I'm not trying to set you up - not after last time. Cadet Peterson and the perpetually running mouth. I wanted to stab my eyes out with chopsticks. The sushi was good, though. Does Jo like sushi? We could take her to that place next time we're home - or that ice cream place near the shore. She likes ice cream. Can I have ice cream for dessert? I've been a good captain all day long and I promise I'll eat my vegetables. Besides - it's got calcium in it and you know I can't drink milk. Who loves you, Bones? I do. You're my favorite CMO in the whole fleet.
Sulu and Chekov locked eyes for two seconds just now. The plot thickens...
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 17:56FST
Fine, you can have ice cream, but you have to eat something green. I swear, if you didn't have me to monitor your nutrition, you'd eat nothing but junk. The four food groups are not meat, potatoes, cheese, and ice cream.
I don't know if Jo likes sushi or not. Her mother doesn't care for it - rather, she doesn't care for the idea of it, so it's possible she's never tried it. Ice cream's probably safer.
You give me one solid hour of peace and I'll be done here.
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr Dr. McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
15.7.2259 18:35FST
Aye-Aye, Dr. Tightass. One hour.
You, me, officer's mess.
Wear something slinky.
---
Personal log: CMO Lt. Cmdr. Dr. McCoy, Leonard H.
15.7.2259 22:06FST
I'm not sure I can take five years of James T. Kirk. He's got the emotional maturity of a hyperactive labrador. Seriously, though, he's been sending letters to Jo and I'm glad to see they're getting along so well. It's good for both of them, really. She needs someone to talk to who's been through some of what she's going through.
This... vet Jocelyn's dating is probably nothing like Jim's stepfather. I'm sure he's a fine, upstanding citizen, but that doesn't make it easy for Jo. Jocelyn's still convinced that conventional therapy will work, but Jo's too smart for that. She needs a mentor and Jim's the perfect candidate. I hate to say it, but her sudden interest in Vulcan logic seems to be helping as well.
It's therapy for him, too. He's got more than just physical scars - microfractures in the forearms resulting from defense wounds, some trauma to the skull, other old wounds, little things that most would write off as a result of his long history of brawling. In fact, I did at first, but upon closer examination, I saw a pattern to it that I've seen more times than I care to mention. There's no reason to hit a kid like that - none. Ever.
Anyway, he's good for Jo and Jo's good for him. Even James T. Kirk the hero-captain of the Enterprise has issues. Maybe he won't talk to me about it, but I know there's a lot of anger there, a lot of hurt. He likes to take care of people, but what he doesn't realize is that it's meant to be reciprocal. He's decided to protect Jo in his own way and she gives him the sort of love you can only get from a kid. He needs that. Jo won't suffer fools and it won't matter if you're the goddamned President of the Federation, she'll tell you if she thinks you're being an idiot. It's not unconditional, exactly, but the conditions aren't what Jim's used to.
I'm starting to wax poetic here, which means time to shut up about it and just let them do what they're doing. It's just that they're the most important people in my life and I want them both to be healthy and happy. They both deserve that much.
I'm glad they've become such fast friends, but I may have created a monster. I think Jim's planning to set me up with someone. They're both devious as all hell and geniuses besides, so no telling what they're up to.
I miss my little girl. I fucked up by not being there for her because I wanted to make the universe a better place. I'm a doctor. I'm good at what I do, but I'm a crap father. No way this makes up for lost time, missed opportunities, but I'm trying. I want to do right by her.
Shit. Physician, heal thy fuckin' maudlin-ass self.
Part 5: Dear Jo,
Part 7: Dear Savas, (#2)