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[kirktastic]

Completely wrung out from the night before, and still a little sore, Jim could not have been happier to be cleared for duty. It felt good to walk up to the bridge in his uniform, greet the alpha crew, tease Pasha at her duties, and go into his office

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[kirk_george]

When George heard that they were back and switched into the appropriate bodies, he decided to check in on his son. He was quite curious about Jim's time in the twenty-first century. Timing his visit, he managed to get to the kitchen during a round of baking and brought by a slice of apple pie for Jim. He had a feeling Jim's paperwork was backed up to avalanche status. Spock's would be too. He should probably drop by sometime that day and help out.

"Permission to give you apple pie, Captain?" He leaned against the doorjam.

[kirktastic]

Jim looked up from his work, the scent of the warm pie catching his nose. It was a little early for the treat, but what the hey. He grinned and gestured for George to come in. "Don't let Rand catch you giving this to me. She'll be on my case. I think Bones put her up to it." He accepted the plate and dug into a bite of it, sighing. Damn, Sybok made a damn good pie. Cinnamon buried in it...

[kirk_george]

"Better eat the evidence fast then," George laughed and sat down. "Of course I could claim paternal rights on seeing my kid come back from a trip to the twenty-first century no one told me about until I ran into Karl in Bones' body..." Yes, George was just a bit miffed at that. Random bodyswitching out weighed honeymoon bliss.

[kirktastic]

"Eating a pie this good fast is a crime in at least three systems," Jim chirped up, laughing as well. "It was... insane. We got a few emails to Chris and them, and that was about it. Spock was having a little break down, somewhere between being human and acting like a kid in a candy store. Bones was upset there was no kind of sports going on, and we got to swim with dolphins. But we're here. Safe and all that."

[cso_spock]

Spock postponed his inevitable return to his own desk and mindless paperwork in favour of surveying the ship and its tangible affairs: supplies, disputes, things that only needed visual checks or verbal confirmation. He checked his console last, and then decided to see the state of Jim's struggle (in case it would affect his own work later, of course).

"Captain." He stepped in with his hands folded behind his back, and looked between him and the back of the console monitor. "Have you begun to recover from our absence yet?"

[kirktastic]

Jim looked up from what he was typing - a long request for supplies that would require some finesse in acquiring, he had a feeling Scotty had a hand in it - and laughed at Spock's question. "I'm no longer drowning, if that's what you mean. Really slowly pulling my head up from the water."

[cso_spock]

He stepped closer to the desk, and leaned forward over the edge a little to catch a glimpse of the screen. "It is not necessary for you to concern yourself with paperwork if other tasks require your attention."

[kirktastic]

"I like doing this," Jim said with a shrug that was almost sheepish. "I like feeling I'm part of the ship, right down to supply lists." He tapped the screen, indicating what he was looking at.

[janice_rand_sir]

It wasn't as if there was any shortage of things for a Yeoman to do on board a flagship like the Enterprise, so Janice hadn't exactly been bored while the captain was away. But when she had been assigned to this ship, it had been the prospect of serving under Captain James T. Kirk that had raised it from pleasing to desperately exciting, and she rather wanted to get down to actually being the Captain's woman personal assistant. Subtly, of course. Helpfully. She knew he wasn't likely to want his personal space, mental as well as physical, invaded. But she would be helpful. She would.

Carefully, she slipped into the office. "Captain?"

[kirktastic]

Jim looked up from the console and grinned at the sight of her. Okay, so maybe he hadn't been all that keen on the idea of a yeoman to begin with, but right now she was a sight for sore eyes. "Just the woman I was looking for. I'm drowning and I need your help." He kept it light, teasing. It would just take time to get out from under the mass of paperwork and messages and how the hell did someone even manage to DO that on a ship like this sort of things.

[janice_rand_sir]

Rand tried her hardest not to look smug. She thought - or hoped - that she managed to substitute 'eager to help' for 'I knew I would swiftly become INDISPENSIBLE.'

"That's what I'm here for, sir," she volunteered, brightly. "What would you like me to do? I can start anywhere."

She ran a critical eye over the young captain. He looked a little peaky.

"Would you like me to go fetch you a coffee or anything?"

[kirktastic]

Jim waved a hand to shake off the idea of coffee. "No, I'm good. Right now..." He thumbed through various folders, then just waved her over. "Started throwing things in folders so at least it wasn't just one huge mess but we could figure out where things go. I'm more than half way through." Requisitions, complaints, assignment changes, urgent news, top secret... the folders went on.