While You Were Sleeping. Part 2
Kirk studied the orders on his desk. He’d overlooked them when he first arrived. Now, as he sat looking at the official transfer papers for Jonathon Percival Rand, Yeoman Third class, this “mistake” looked less like a personnel error and more like something deliberate.
Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his arms and watched the woman sleep. It was very soothing. If he listened he could just hear her soft even breathing.
She really was lovely. Pale blond hair hung around her shoulders and her skin was creamy and clear, except for the dark shadows under her eyes. She filled out her uniform very nicely. He wondered what colour her eyes were … green, or possibly blue? On the whole she was a lethal package; just the sort of lure someone wanting to cause him problems might place in his path. After all, he’d had a certain reputation as a cadet and some people might think he’d be unable to resist temptation if it was in his way everyday.
=/\=
“It’s damn strange, Jim. You know how this works? All personnel have their medical files linked to a profile of unique biometric readings so doctors can identify unconscious patients.”
Kirk sat on the edge of McCoy desk and nodded. “Very useful, especially if the unconscious patient is allergic to just about everything.”
McCoy pulled a face to indicate how much he’d suffered as a result of the Captain being, as he said, allergic to just about everything. “Exactly. Yet the medical records attached to her readings show she is Jonathon Percival Rand Yeoman Third class. If we believe the medical records the yeoman in your office is a twenty-five-year-old male with a history of brawling.” McCoy gave Kirk a wry look. “Yeoman Jonathon Rand has had a series of breaks and scrapes over the years and several disciplinary charges.”
“Why is that in the medical record?”
“Because the attending doctors wrote reports for Rand’s commanding officers. Some psych’ evaluations too. His profile yells troublemaker; problems with authority, possible binge substance misuse, harassment and an incident of stalking. He’s tagged unsuitable for long missions. Frankly, Jim, I can’t understand why someone like Rand is still in Starfleet, let alone why he’d be assigned to the Enterprise. He’d more than a liability, he’d be a disaster. ”
“Maybe that was the point, Bones.”
McCoy cocked his head. “You think it was deliberate?”
“Maybe, but which part -- assigning the potentially disruptive and violent crew member who was obviously not suited to a deep space mission? Or substituting sleeping beauty?”
=/\=
Kirk was back in his office. It had been four hours since he discovered his new companion and still she slept. She had shifted position while he was away and now she faced more into the back of the chair and her pert rounded bottom was clearly visible. It didn’t help Kirk’s concentration. For the sake of her modesty and his sanity he’d taken the risk of draping a blanket around her and she hadn’t even stirred.
The door swished open and Chekov entered.
“Keptin, I have the information you requested. “
“Thank you, Mr Chekov.” Kirk scanned the lists of figures and watched Chekov out of the corner of his eye. Chekov’s eyes darted curiously around the office with their usual high energy -- and widened when he saw the sleeping woman. It was a wonder he didn’t fall over, his eyes were flashing from the girl to Kirk and back so rapidly.
“This appears to be in order, Mr Chekov, thank you. You’re dismissed.”
Chekov did not appear to hear.
“Mr Chekov?” prompted the captain.
The young man dragged his eyes from the woman to the captain and stammered, “Vy is a girl sleeping in your office, Keptin?”
“Well, Mr Chekov,” Kirk said, slowly leaning back in his chair, “Because she is completely exhausted.”
Kirk watched the blush creep up the younger man’s his neck until his face and neck had turned a rich shiny shade of pink.
“Dismissed, Mr Chekov.” repeated the Captain.
=/\=
“I’ll nae stand for it, I tell ye!” bellowed Scotty as he burst into the captain’s office.
“Mr Scott?” said Kirk calmly.
“I’ll nae hae that pint-sized skunner telling me how to run my department.”
Kirk was almost holding his breath waiting for the moment. Scotty looked around … and … no, he turned back to the captain, tapping the desk with a forefinger, demanding, “What are ye going to do about it?”
“Perhaps if you could tell me what the issue is…”
Scotty drew in a breath to calm himself and turned to pace down the office. He stopped mid-stride, turned quickly to the captain and sotto voce, said, “There’s a blonde lassie asleep in yon chair.”
Yes! Kirk did a mental arm pump.
Kirk looked over, raised his eyebrows, and replied in feigned surprise, “I believe you’re correct Mr Scott.”
Scott looked like his train of thought had been completely derailed. He stepped closer and peered at the sleeping woman, “She’s a comely wee thing.” For a moment, he seemed lost in a fond memory, then he began to say something, thought better of it, and turned to the captain and said, “I’ll come back later … I don’t want to disturb the lassie,” and strode from the room.
Kirk looked at the sleeping woman currently referred to as Yeoman Jonathon Rand and murmured, “You’re already making the ship run more smoothly -- I wonder what you can do when you’re awake?”
=/\=
TBC...
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Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his arms and watched the woman sleep. It was very soothing. If he listened he could just hear her soft even breathing.
She really was lovely. Pale blond hair hung around her shoulders and her skin was creamy and clear, except for the dark shadows under her eyes. She filled out her uniform very nicely. He wondered what colour her eyes were … green, or possibly blue? On the whole she was a lethal package; just the sort of lure someone wanting to cause him problems might place in his path. After all, he’d had a certain reputation as a cadet and some people might think he’d be unable to resist temptation if it was in his way everyday.
=/\=
“It’s damn strange, Jim. You know how this works? All personnel have their medical files linked to a profile of unique biometric readings so doctors can identify unconscious patients.”
Kirk sat on the edge of McCoy desk and nodded. “Very useful, especially if the unconscious patient is allergic to just about everything.”
McCoy pulled a face to indicate how much he’d suffered as a result of the Captain being, as he said, allergic to just about everything. “Exactly. Yet the medical records attached to her readings show she is Jonathon Percival Rand Yeoman Third class. If we believe the medical records the yeoman in your office is a twenty-five-year-old male with a history of brawling.” McCoy gave Kirk a wry look. “Yeoman Jonathon Rand has had a series of breaks and scrapes over the years and several disciplinary charges.”
“Why is that in the medical record?”
“Because the attending doctors wrote reports for Rand’s commanding officers. Some psych’ evaluations too. His profile yells troublemaker; problems with authority, possible binge substance misuse, harassment and an incident of stalking. He’s tagged unsuitable for long missions. Frankly, Jim, I can’t understand why someone like Rand is still in Starfleet, let alone why he’d be assigned to the Enterprise. He’d more than a liability, he’d be a disaster. ”
“Maybe that was the point, Bones.”
McCoy cocked his head. “You think it was deliberate?”
“Maybe, but which part -- assigning the potentially disruptive and violent crew member who was obviously not suited to a deep space mission? Or substituting sleeping beauty?”
=/\=
Kirk was back in his office. It had been four hours since he discovered his new companion and still she slept. She had shifted position while he was away and now she faced more into the back of the chair and her pert rounded bottom was clearly visible. It didn’t help Kirk’s concentration. For the sake of her modesty and his sanity he’d taken the risk of draping a blanket around her and she hadn’t even stirred.
The door swished open and Chekov entered.
“Keptin, I have the information you requested. “
“Thank you, Mr Chekov.” Kirk scanned the lists of figures and watched Chekov out of the corner of his eye. Chekov’s eyes darted curiously around the office with their usual high energy -- and widened when he saw the sleeping woman. It was a wonder he didn’t fall over, his eyes were flashing from the girl to Kirk and back so rapidly.
“This appears to be in order, Mr Chekov, thank you. You’re dismissed.”
Chekov did not appear to hear.
“Mr Chekov?” prompted the captain.
The young man dragged his eyes from the woman to the captain and stammered, “Vy is a girl sleeping in your office, Keptin?”
“Well, Mr Chekov,” Kirk said, slowly leaning back in his chair, “Because she is completely exhausted.”
Kirk watched the blush creep up the younger man’s his neck until his face and neck had turned a rich shiny shade of pink.
“Dismissed, Mr Chekov.” repeated the Captain.
=/\=
“I’ll nae stand for it, I tell ye!” bellowed Scotty as he burst into the captain’s office.
“Mr Scott?” said Kirk calmly.
“I’ll nae hae that pint-sized skunner telling me how to run my department.”
Kirk was almost holding his breath waiting for the moment. Scotty looked around … and … no, he turned back to the captain, tapping the desk with a forefinger, demanding, “What are ye going to do about it?”
“Perhaps if you could tell me what the issue is…”
Scotty drew in a breath to calm himself and turned to pace down the office. He stopped mid-stride, turned quickly to the captain and sotto voce, said, “There’s a blonde lassie asleep in yon chair.”
Yes! Kirk did a mental arm pump.
Kirk looked over, raised his eyebrows, and replied in feigned surprise, “I believe you’re correct Mr Scott.”
Scott looked like his train of thought had been completely derailed. He stepped closer and peered at the sleeping woman, “She’s a comely wee thing.” For a moment, he seemed lost in a fond memory, then he began to say something, thought better of it, and turned to the captain and said, “I’ll come back later … I don’t want to disturb the lassie,” and strode from the room.
Kirk looked at the sleeping woman currently referred to as Yeoman Jonathon Rand and murmured, “You’re already making the ship run more smoothly -- I wonder what you can do when you’re awake?”
=/\=
TBC...
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