After meeting with the others, the only person left to talk with about his idea was Spock. Honestly, a part of him was more worried about his ideas on this more then any of the others simply because he understood Spock the least. His dealings about command and captaincy would take some work with Jim, but something told him that he could ( Read more... )

When the morning came, it was all too soon. Kirk woke in the darkness all at once, laying there for several minutes. He stared at the ceiling in the darkness, listening to the hum of the ship, the silence that came from the darkest hours before a dawn that would never come. It was freezing in the room, just like he liked it, yet he still felt ( Read more... )

Kirk flopped into the seat behind his desk, letting out a very slow breath as he took just a second to relax. He rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands, then smirked. He had something to do, and now an idea on how to do it.

He picked up a padd and quickly started to type.

Private Communication to Jim, Spock, Mr. Spock, Bones, and Leonard ( Read more... )

*sits in his office, wondering when he started using it so much, working furiously through much hated paperwork that's backlogged since hell broke loose*