[video]

[hischair]

— iece of crap. [ There's grumbling as the viewscreen jostles, bright blue (bloodshot) eyes squinting into it curiously. The would-be handsome face glances away a moment later, eyebrows pulled together; he's sick or was prior to arriving, more worn out from the exertion of walking than any young man ought to be. ] Alright, good. You'll do for the time being.

This is Captain Kirk of the starship Enterprise ordering any and all Federation crewmen to report back with the location of the nearest Starfleet outpost. I'm off-world when I shouldn't be. This "computer" — [ you can practically see the airquotes around his sour tone ] — isn't responding as it should or giving me the information I need. I'm getting nothing but interference when I try and open a standard sub-space channel, the frequency's all off ... damn, this thing's gonna fry if I keep messing with it.

[ Opening his mouth to continue, a hurk noise clogs his throat and hastily, the video clatters to the ground as Jim reels around to vomit into the fountain. Classy. ]

[ Of course, where a sick Jim is, a wild, angry Bones appears. ]

Goddammit, Jim! [ He's there all of a sudden, a hand on jim's shoulder holding him for support and a - somewhat crazy expression on his face. ] Jesus Christ, why are you out of the medbay if you're sick?! Don't move or I'll hypo your ass!

Comments

[medicos]

Well, I'm leaving that to your discretion. You'd have to tell her something. You know that she doesn't buy your bullshit.

And don't forget that Chekov's a smart kid. He'd know everything about the warp core; he'd ask.

[hischair]

I only told him the warp core re-stabilized, I can ... invent something with that. He's practically a year behind our timeline, Uhura doesn't remember anything after Nibiru and I'm missing a whole year of my future. What's the point of all that?

[medicos]

I'm just saying that they're smart and you should be careful.

You don't miss much during that whole year, anyway.

[hischair]

If I don't want to talk about it then I won't, they'll back off.

[ An ode to Scotty, he asks after a heavy sigh; ] Do we still have sandwiches?

[ It's an old joke and a thoroughly threadbare one, but he unwinds a little with it in front of Bones. ]

[medicos]

A lot more than you'd think.

[ there's got to be a million sandwiches in the pantry enough for scotty have his fill for five fucking years. ]

[hischair]

Chekov and Uhura are coming.

[ Nodding to them as they run over. Showtime! ]