It was quiet, but for the soft hum of the monitors and machines at work. Too quiet, too still. Stillness and silence were not things Chris had ever associated with any Kirk, and the sight of both George and Jim lying battered and motionless - Jim only sleeping now, thank god, but George, nearest the door, in the coma state he hadn't come out of yet ( Read more... )

Chris sits at the desk, going over his very long and complicated preliminary report to Starfleet. With everything going on around here, it keeps getting longer and longer, and it's crammed to the hilt with statistics and addendums and recommendations and footnotes. (He always was the bane of his professors' lives come essay time ( Read more... )