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[Kirk's been on the Infirmary job for about a day and he still doesn't find it that difficult. Yeah, there's a lot of paperworky type stuff but it's nothing compared to the level that he found himself buried under as Captain of the Enterprise.

So he's kinda bored.

That means it's time to visit with the sickies.

Kirk tosses the PADD he was fiddling with onto the desk in Bones's unofficial office and enters the Infirmary proper. With a single glance around, he decides that T'Pol is the best choice and moves to her bedside.]

"Hey T'Pol. Feeling any better?"

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[She'd been between dozing and meditation for the past hour in an effort to keep her thoughts off how she felt. Opening her eyes and turning toward Kirk, T'Pol let out a slow breath through her nose.]

Considering I was recently deceased, yes. [Which really means no, her head fucking hurts, her everything fucking hurts, and she's got dead people on the brain. But she'd rather not let Jim know any of that.

She does blink at him, though.] Where is Doctor McCoy?

"He's on vacation."

[Kirk looks around for a chair and finds one to pull up to her bedside, sprawling in it before he adds:]

"You look good. For a recently dead person."

[With a barely contained sigh, T'Pol turns her head, cheek settled against the pillow.] I imagine any state of being would look better than I did. [She'll take phase pistols over old school guns any day. The corner of her mouth twitches away from a frown.]

Why are you here, Captain?

"Lending morale and stuff."

[Jim just shrugs a little bit.]

"And I pretty much finished all the paperwork. So I thought I'd talk to you."

[Andstuff. Charming. T'Pol closed her eyes for a moment.] Is there something on your mind?

[Jim doesn't say anything for almost a minute before he says very quietly:]

"I'm sorry that you were injured. If you need anything, just ask and I'll get it for you."

[If she lets herself, T'Pol can see a blonder, taller man sitting there. She doesn't let herself, of course.]

Thank you, Captain. [She paused a moment, shifting her head.] You were doing Doctor McCoy's paperwork?

"Yeah, we traded jobs and stuff for a week. He seems to think I'm spoiled and lazy or something."

[He pauses for a moment.]

"Don't worry, I'm not actually doing the doctoring. That's up to Peter and Martha."

[An eyebrow climbs until he clarifies. That's a good few seconds of eyebrow trying to meet hairline.] How relieving. What is it he is doing in your place?

"Sleeping?"

[Jim ponders this for a moment.]

"The work he does here is nothing compared to what I did on the Enterprise."

[She inclines her head, even if it's a little awkward with the angle.] A captain has substantially more to consider than the ship's doctor. [She much preferred having Jonathan around to having to fill his shoes.]

"I miss it sometimes though. Not all the red tape and shit but the rest of it? You don't really get any of that here."

Enterprise was being decommissioned when I came here. Had that not been so, I'm not certain I would have taken the Admiral's offer.

"I don't know what I'll do if they ever do that to my ship."

[He sighed softly to himself.]

"Tell me more about your Enterprise. I don't think history books do a good job of presenting the whole picture."

It is ten years old. There were rumors that Starfleet was already broaching warp six. It would have been easily overtaken in coming years. [And she knew what kind of embarrassment that would have brought to her shipmates. It would have been an insult to Trip's memory.

Cocking her head to the side slightly, T'Pol pursed her lips thoughtfully.] The ship, or the crew?

"How's about the crew? They are what makes the ship, after all."

[She almost wished he'd asked about the ship.] Starfleet chose Jonathan Archer to captain Earth's first warp ship. It was a tremendous honor, and he rarely let that reflect on him. [Even his speech at the signing in of the Coalition, had carefully avoided 'patting himself on the back.'] He is a good friend, though we didn't always agree. [First time they'd spoken, he'd threatened to knock her on her ass.]

Hoshi Sato was our communications officer. She has an exceptional ear and was, I believe, the first human to be fluent in Klingon. Travis Mayweather, the pilot, was a boomer, born on a cargo freighter. He spent more time in space than most of the bridge crew combined. Our armory officer, Malcolm Reed, is...quite logical. Doctor Phlox is Denobulan; I doubt he expected to say on Enterprise for a decade, but he enjoyed it quite a bit. They are an excellent crew. [And there's a suspiciously absent Chief Engineer.]

[Kirk had read about these people at the Academy. But hearing her talk about them was different. He smiles a little bit when she calls Malcolm Reed logical because that's pretty much a compliment in Vulcan.]

"Didn't you have a Chief Engineer?"

[Damn it, Jim. :| T'Pol nods, and her face goes blank, a little more Vulcan proper than she usually looks.] Commander Charles Tucker. The third. Trip.

[He's just unnaturally good at poking at weak spots.]

"Did you care about him?"

[He's gotta cut that shit out. And in the mean time, T'Pol's subtly directing her gaze over his shoulder. Less eye contact = more control.]

Yes.

[He's versed in your Vulcan ways but he decides to be nice and not make it completely obvious that he knows.]

"I'm sure that you have a lot of good memories of him."

[He can be decent! She appreciates this. And her mouth twitches once before she suppresses it, voice wry.]

Some. [He would be so offended by this.] He became pregnant, once. [So, so, SO offended.]

[Kirk stares at her for a long moment, before his eyebrow lifts.]

".... what?"

[He gets a little Vulcan smile for that. Her eyes crinkle. Basically. A little. Whatever.]

We came in contact with a group of Xyrillians. In their culture, males carry the fetus to term. Only minimal contact is required and, obviously, Humans are biologically compatible. [She could practically see Trip glaring. And trying to baby-proof the ship.]

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