“Scotty? Six to beam up. Let’s go home.”
--
"Did I pass?"
Jim looked at me. "What'dya think, Spock? Does she pass?"
"Nyota performed more than adequately. She masterfully utilized her skills as a communications officer to resolve the problem. I believe she is ready to move on to the next stage, whatever that may be."
"But she violated the Prime Directive."
"Unintentionally. I believe you would have done no differently, Jim. There was no means of ascertaining that the species was capable of higher thought and evolving to form more complex societies."
"I dunno. Maybe she needs to go on one more mission, some really dangerous military one," Jim's eyes sparkled.
"Jim." I looked at him.
"Okay, fine, I'll cut it out. You won't even let me play devil's advocate."
There was a pause.
"So?!" Nyota said, absolutely exasperated with both of us.
"We'll try your hand at some engineering training tomorrow, lieutenant. Dismissed," Jim smirked and saluted from his chair.
Nyota stood before him, arms crossed. Jim gave her an innocent "what?" expression.
"Unbelievable. You're still an arrogant asshole."
Jim took out an apple from nowhere. He polished it on his sleeve and took a huge bite.
"Yeah. But that's why you love me," he grinned.
"So help me god."
Annotations