Dear Daddy #32: Dear Capricorn,
Title:Dear Daddy #32, Dear Capricorn,
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Jo/Savas, Kirk/McCoy
Rating: Teen, 13+
Type: Series #32/? of the Dear Daddy series
Warnings: Please don't kill me - and there's some cussin' in.
Word Count: 1230
Summary and Notes: There are times when life on the Enterprise is really really boring and then suddenly it's not boring anymore. There's something to be said for boring. Special thanks to kadollan and arcane_lark for the beta. Archived at awfully_clever
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
9.3.2260 09:13FST
Bones,
This does not bode well.
Capricorn:
You might feel as if your friends are not supporting you as you wish they would. But questioning their loyalty today will probably lead you in an unproductive direction. Even if they don't agree with how you are handling a current situation, it's against your best interests to simply ignore them. It's not easy hearing something you don't want to acknowledge, yet taking the bitter medicine could make you healthier and happier in the long run.
-J
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
9.3.2260 09:23FST
Jim,
That's terrible. Why do you read those anyway? Here's your new one:
Dear Capricorn,
Your inherent charm and ability to deal with adversity is there if you need it. Here's hoping you don't, but you can rest assured that you have your friends and colleagues behind you. Any bitter medicine will be administered under the care and supervision of your attending physician - which is me.
Bitter medicine, indeed!
-B
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
9.3.2260 09:32FST
Bones,
Hey, you can do that?! I mean, don't you have to know the position of the stars or something? We should ask Chekov- I bet he knows.
-J
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
9.3.2260 09:35FST
Hell, Jim, I guaran-damn-tee you I know as much about the future as any crackpot astrologer. Besides, mine's much more poetical. Bet you a shiny credit chip Chekov says astrology was invented in Russia.
-B
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
9.3.2260 09:38FST
Bones,
Chekov says that astrology was invented by Russian gypsies. You're good. I like yours much better, anyway. You should write all my horoscopes.
It's boring up here. Come to the bridge. Chekov and Sulu are playing "Go Fish" at the conn. They think I don't know, but I can see it from here. Ooh! Sulu just gave up a Jack.
Think anyone would notice if I started sitting upside-down in my chair?
-J
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
9.3.2260 09:42FST
Jim,
I think they'd notice. Gimme a minute, okay? Chapel will give me hell if I abandon her with Crewman Twitterpated down here. He's making the big moony eyes at her and if I leave, she's going to forcibly sedate the poor besotted bastard.
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
9.3.2260 09:45FST
Bones,
Sounds much more fun than the sore butt I'm getting from sitting here and doing nothing. Before you even bring it up, I've already written all my reports, signed every requisition form known to man, woman, or alien species and played chess with the computer five times. I even won once.
So. Very. Bored. Now.
Who's making eyes at Chapel? She is a hottie, you gotta admit.
Heard from Jo lately?
-J
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
9.3.2260 09:57FST
Jim,
Crewman Reynolds from Engineering. Keeps coming in with minor complaints. This time, he actually twisted his ankle and is now making an attempt at chatting her up. He's failing. Miserably. And I prefer not to think of my head nurse as a "hottie," but she is a handsome woman. Haven't heard from Jo in a while. I hope she's alright.
-B
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
9.3.2260 10:01FST
Bones,
I'm sure she's fine. We're not due for another letter from her for another week, but I was hoping maybe she sent you a note or something.
"Handsome?" Handsome is for women over 50. Chapel is sex on legs.
Hey look,
Stars.
OH! WAIT! THERE'S SOMETHING ON THE VIEWSCREEN!
It's stars.
and some more stars. Aft view? Stars.
Dorsal? Stars.
Ventral? Stars.
Starboard? More freakin' stars.
Portside? Oh look! Stars.
This is killing me, Bones.
-J
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
9.3.2260 10:06FST
J,
On my way,
-B
---
[UNN News Feed: 09 March, 2260]
>Mars Colony scientists developing fast-growing algae for terraforming H-class planets.
>Vulcan Elders to attend 250th annual interfaith dinner, hosted by Tennessee-based group, MINNOWED.
>Cerberus Colony faces severe food shortage. Many ill, nine reported dead prior to subspace blackout.
>Russian mafia suspected in deaths of three Bolivians. Hits not drug-related, Federation officials say.
---
10:15FST
[Official Transmission: Starfleet Command]
[Enter Authorization Code]
Kirk,
Your orders are to divert to Cerberus colony to deliver humanitarian aid. You're the closest ship and the best equipped. You are to dock at Starbase 16 for a supply of E-rations and then proceed DIRECTLY to Cerberus colony without delay.
Hurry, Jim, those kids need your help.
Godspeed,
-Pike
[End Transmission]
---
10:15FST
[Official Transmission: USS Enterprise NCC-1701]
[Enter Authorization Code]
Admiral,
We're diverting to Cerberus Colony in spite of our orders to patrol the border colonies. There's been no activity since the attack near the Sharingan Nebula and, frankly, it's a waste of time and resources to keep us here when we can be helping people. Bones' little girl is there. I can't sit idly by when she's in trouble.
-Kirk
[End Transmission]
---
10:17FST
[Official Transmission: USS Enterprise NCC-1701]
[Enter Authorization Code]
Admiral,
Transmission acknowledged. En route to Starbase 16, then proceeding to Cerberus Colony.
-Kirk
[End Transmission]
---
Leonard,
[UNN News Feed: 09 March, 2260]
>Cerberus Colony faces severe food shortage. Many ill, nine reported dead prior to subspace blackout.
Go get our little girl. I don't care what you have to do, just go get her and make sure she's safe.
-Jocelyn
---
Lawrence,
Jo's in trouble. Cerberus colony is having some kind of food shortage and their subspace is out. All I could do was comm Leonard in the hopes that maybe he could tell someone or call in a favor or something. I'm grasping at straws here. I don't know what else I can do but pray. Eloise let me off of work early and I know you gotta take care of your kids, but I'm going to send a note to Reverend Barrett and Ms. Johnson and some of the gals from church, so if you can, come on over after you're done at school and we'll have ourselves a prayer circle. I don't know they if do that up in Chicago, but hell, what else am I gonna do?
Hope to see you later,
-Jocelyn
---
Jocelyn,
I'll be there as soon as school is out. If you don't mind, I'll let the other teachers know. Hang in there, we'll get through this together.
-Mr. Lawrence A. Phillips
5th Grade, Peach Tree Elementary
---
Ms. McCoy,
I'm sure by now you've heard of the food shortage on Cerberus Colony and while we know very little about the situation, you can rest assured that we have our best people on this. The Enterprise should be there within 24 hours and they are the best equipped to handle delivery of humanitarian aid on a large scale. What I can tell you is that Joanna was not listed amongst the casualties sent in their last transmission. I will personally keep you informed of any developments as they arise. Vina and I are both praying for her safe return home.
Sincerely,
Adm. Christopher Pike
Starfleet Command
---
Jocelyn,
We're on our way there now. As soon as Jim found out, he set a course before we even got orders from Starfleet. Our ETA is less than 18 hours and I'm preparing my medical team now. Uhura's working on reaching the colony via Emergency channels and the second I know something, I'll send you a comm. I'm going to take care of our girl, Joss. She's my first priority.
-Leonard
Part 31: Dear Mama,
Part 33: T'nar pak sorat y'rani, Captain James Tiberius Kirk,
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Jo/Savas, Kirk/McCoy
Rating: Teen, 13+
Type: Series #32/? of the Dear Daddy series
Warnings: Please don't kill me - and there's some cussin' in.
Word Count: 1230
Summary and Notes: There are times when life on the Enterprise is really really boring and then suddenly it's not boring anymore. There's something to be said for boring. Special thanks to kadollan and arcane_lark for the beta. Archived at awfully_clever
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
9.3.2260 09:13FST
Bones,
This does not bode well.
Capricorn:
You might feel as if your friends are not supporting you as you wish they would. But questioning their loyalty today will probably lead you in an unproductive direction. Even if they don't agree with how you are handling a current situation, it's against your best interests to simply ignore them. It's not easy hearing something you don't want to acknowledge, yet taking the bitter medicine could make you healthier and happier in the long run.
-J
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
9.3.2260 09:23FST
Jim,
That's terrible. Why do you read those anyway? Here's your new one:
Dear Capricorn,
Your inherent charm and ability to deal with adversity is there if you need it. Here's hoping you don't, but you can rest assured that you have your friends and colleagues behind you. Any bitter medicine will be administered under the care and supervision of your attending physician - which is me.
Bitter medicine, indeed!
-B
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
9.3.2260 09:32FST
Bones,
Hey, you can do that?! I mean, don't you have to know the position of the stars or something? We should ask Chekov- I bet he knows.
-J
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
9.3.2260 09:35FST
Hell, Jim, I guaran-damn-tee you I know as much about the future as any crackpot astrologer. Besides, mine's much more poetical. Bet you a shiny credit chip Chekov says astrology was invented in Russia.
-B
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
9.3.2260 09:38FST
Bones,
Chekov says that astrology was invented by Russian gypsies. You're good. I like yours much better, anyway. You should write all my horoscopes.
It's boring up here. Come to the bridge. Chekov and Sulu are playing "Go Fish" at the conn. They think I don't know, but I can see it from here. Ooh! Sulu just gave up a Jack.
Think anyone would notice if I started sitting upside-down in my chair?
-J
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
9.3.2260 09:42FST
Jim,
I think they'd notice. Gimme a minute, okay? Chapel will give me hell if I abandon her with Crewman Twitterpated down here. He's making the big moony eyes at her and if I leave, she's going to forcibly sedate the poor besotted bastard.
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
9.3.2260 09:45FST
Bones,
Sounds much more fun than the sore butt I'm getting from sitting here and doing nothing. Before you even bring it up, I've already written all my reports, signed every requisition form known to man, woman, or alien species and played chess with the computer five times. I even won once.
So. Very. Bored. Now.
Who's making eyes at Chapel? She is a hottie, you gotta admit.
Heard from Jo lately?
-J
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
9.3.2260 09:57FST
Jim,
Crewman Reynolds from Engineering. Keeps coming in with minor complaints. This time, he actually twisted his ankle and is now making an attempt at chatting her up. He's failing. Miserably. And I prefer not to think of my head nurse as a "hottie," but she is a handsome woman. Haven't heard from Jo in a while. I hope she's alright.
-B
---
To: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
From: Cpt. Kirk, James T.
9.3.2260 10:01FST
Bones,
I'm sure she's fine. We're not due for another letter from her for another week, but I was hoping maybe she sent you a note or something.
"Handsome?" Handsome is for women over 50. Chapel is sex on legs.
Hey look,
Stars.
OH! WAIT! THERE'S SOMETHING ON THE VIEWSCREEN!
It's stars.
and some more stars. Aft view? Stars.
Dorsal? Stars.
Ventral? Stars.
Starboard? More freakin' stars.
Portside? Oh look! Stars.
This is killing me, Bones.
-J
---
To: Cpt Kirk, James T.
From: CMO Lt. Cmdr McCoy, Leonard H.
9.3.2260 10:06FST
J,
On my way,
-B
---
[UNN News Feed: 09 March, 2260]
>Mars Colony scientists developing fast-growing algae for terraforming H-class planets.
>Vulcan Elders to attend 250th annual interfaith dinner, hosted by Tennessee-based group, MINNOWED.
>Cerberus Colony faces severe food shortage. Many ill, nine reported dead prior to subspace blackout.
>Russian mafia suspected in deaths of three Bolivians. Hits not drug-related, Federation officials say.
---
10:15FST
[Official Transmission: Starfleet Command]
[Enter Authorization Code]
Kirk,
Your orders are to divert to Cerberus colony to deliver humanitarian aid. You're the closest ship and the best equipped. You are to dock at Starbase 16 for a supply of E-rations and then proceed DIRECTLY to Cerberus colony without delay.
Hurry, Jim, those kids need your help.
Godspeed,
-Pike
[End Transmission]
---
10:15FST
[Official Transmission: USS Enterprise NCC-1701]
[Enter Authorization Code]
Admiral,
We're diverting to Cerberus Colony in spite of our orders to patrol the border colonies. There's been no activity since the attack near the Sharingan Nebula and, frankly, it's a waste of time and resources to keep us here when we can be helping people. Bones' little girl is there. I can't sit idly by when she's in trouble.
-Kirk
[End Transmission]
---
10:17FST
[Official Transmission: USS Enterprise NCC-1701]
[Enter Authorization Code]
Admiral,
Transmission acknowledged. En route to Starbase 16, then proceeding to Cerberus Colony.
-Kirk
[End Transmission]
---
Leonard,
[UNN News Feed: 09 March, 2260]
>Cerberus Colony faces severe food shortage. Many ill, nine reported dead prior to subspace blackout.
Go get our little girl. I don't care what you have to do, just go get her and make sure she's safe.
-Jocelyn
---
Lawrence,
Jo's in trouble. Cerberus colony is having some kind of food shortage and their subspace is out. All I could do was comm Leonard in the hopes that maybe he could tell someone or call in a favor or something. I'm grasping at straws here. I don't know what else I can do but pray. Eloise let me off of work early and I know you gotta take care of your kids, but I'm going to send a note to Reverend Barrett and Ms. Johnson and some of the gals from church, so if you can, come on over after you're done at school and we'll have ourselves a prayer circle. I don't know they if do that up in Chicago, but hell, what else am I gonna do?
Hope to see you later,
-Jocelyn
---
Jocelyn,
I'll be there as soon as school is out. If you don't mind, I'll let the other teachers know. Hang in there, we'll get through this together.
-Mr. Lawrence A. Phillips
5th Grade, Peach Tree Elementary
---
Ms. McCoy,
I'm sure by now you've heard of the food shortage on Cerberus Colony and while we know very little about the situation, you can rest assured that we have our best people on this. The Enterprise should be there within 24 hours and they are the best equipped to handle delivery of humanitarian aid on a large scale. What I can tell you is that Joanna was not listed amongst the casualties sent in their last transmission. I will personally keep you informed of any developments as they arise. Vina and I are both praying for her safe return home.
Sincerely,
Adm. Christopher Pike
Starfleet Command
---
Jocelyn,
We're on our way there now. As soon as Jim found out, he set a course before we even got orders from Starfleet. Our ETA is less than 18 hours and I'm preparing my medical team now. Uhura's working on reaching the colony via Emergency channels and the second I know something, I'll send you a comm. I'm going to take care of our girl, Joss. She's my first priority.
-Leonard
Part 31: Dear Mama,
Part 33: T'nar pak sorat y'rani, Captain James Tiberius Kirk,