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Jan 18, 2011 21:49

For sweetinaskirtThe Gods truly hated Leonard McCoy. Of this much, he was sure. He was sure that any brief chance of happiness that may come his way, was soon to be trampled on by a pack of hell hounds determined to break him. Even the little things were counteracted with a crock of shit to break his mood once it had become something good. A good drink of ( Read more... )

back to you, yeoman mears [sweetinaskirt]

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sweetinaskirt January 18 2011, 22:01:36 UTC

While Dani would curse her luck and think the universe was against her, deep down inside she must have been a sucker for punishment. Because when she was assigned to the Enterprise again after it returned to Earth, she didn't fight it. On the surface she called it "not wanting to cause waves," but underneath there were other forces at work. It was the best ship in the fleet, the flagship, and being a yeoman there was better than being one suck at a distant starbase ( ... )

hesdead_jim January 18 2011, 22:13:10 UTC

He was looking over a few reports in his office, putting his signature to form, after form, after form. It was endless, it would seem. A firm rub of his eyes and a tilting of his neck to try to work out a crick and he let out a breath. As the chime to the door sounded, he lifted his head and called out for whoever it was to enter, before he tilted it right back down to stare at the last report he was working through.

sweetinaskirt January 18 2011, 22:18:56 UTC

Dani entered, seeing him hard at work. No matter what he had done or had failed to do in the past, she felt sorry for him in the here and now. So much responsibility had been placed on his shoulders so quickly, and he was bearing it all, even as more and more work was piled on top of what already existed.

She sort of felt badly about adding another thing.

"Sir, I've collected the requests for surgical instruments," she said, staring down at her PADD. "They just need your approval and signature and they can be ordered immediately."

hesdead_jim January 18 2011, 22:28:43 UTC

He lifted his head once more when he heard her voice. Lips pursing, he turned his head back downwards, using his work now as an excuse to not look at her once more. He didn't want to have to look at her; he didn't want to have to be near her. As professional as he could be, he was tired, overworked and reaching his limit. "Add them to my pile, Yeoman."

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