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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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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.]

[That's just... completely weird.

And he's a little jealous that she got to laugh, as well as a Vulcan can anyway, at a pregnant man.]

"Xyrillians, huh? How's about Vulcans? Are you compatible?"

[Baby-proofing the Enterprise. Just picture it. T'Pol arches an eyebrow.]

With Xyrillians? I did not endeavor to find out.

"Then it's up to dear Spock to test that."

[Jim winks at her, not being completely serious about putting his First Officer in the way of a group of aliens in hopes that he'll get knocked up.]

[Good thing, or he'd get the same lecture on keeping his hands to himself that she gave Trip.]

As Humans and Vulcans are compatible, it would seem likely. [T'Pol pauses a moment, considering before looking at him again.] Spock is half-Human, correct?

"Last I checked. I think that's part of the reason why he's... so easy to anger." [He rubs at his throat absentmindedly.]

[That gets an eyebrow.] He attacked you?

"Yeah, choked me over a console. But I provoked him, because I had to prove that he was emotionally compromised, so... I guess I brought on it on myself."

[Well. That. Well. Boy, you crazy.] I would be inclined to agree, but clearly he was emotional. [Which meant compromised already.] And you think it was possible, because he is half-human?

"I think it was easy to find a pressure point to dig in, because he was half human, yes. He did Vulcans proud though. He resisted longer than most people."

Than most humans, you mean.

"I don't generally make a habit of provoking Vulcans, so yes. Most humans."

[And it's time to dig on her pressure point.]

"Tell me more about your pregnant friend."

[Jim, you suck. And you love provoking Vulcans and everybody knows it. So there. T'Pol presses her lips together in a thin line for a moment.] Trip. He was an excellent Engineer. Though he had a tendency to put Enterprise in politically difficult situations. We wouldn't have been able to stop the Xindi weapon without him. [Jim can hear about missions. She doesn't plan on letting him in on personal details. Like the fact that Trip was present at her wedding, and that she almost didn't go through with it because he was there. chicks like their secrets. Even Vulcan chicks.]

Edited 2009-10-22 04:26 (UTC)

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