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"Maybe it's just in the shop or something," she said with a shrug, stepping into the CES. Looked average-forest-ish, which was just great, since every natural environment Shego was familiar with tended to be insanely hostile.

"If you're so worried then take a week off and go check it out, I'm not exactly gonna cry over your absence."

"If I go back now, I'm not coming back."

Kirk pulled his phaser out of its place on his belt, fiddling with it for a few moments. "There's five of us here. Five of seven senior officers and one of us should be there. It's not good for crew morale to have most of the senior staff missing."

Her first idea was to tell him flat out that if he loved his ship so much then he could just get lost and she wouldn't miss him for a second, but he looked like he might actually listen to her so she decided that that comment was better off not being made.

"I've heard it doesn't always work that way," she said instead. "Like, time on the Barge and time back home don't move at the same speed? They might not even know your Scottish guy's missing."

The CES was warmer than it had been on deck. She took off her jacket, folded it and dropped it at the door.

"You think so?" Kirk look mildly surprised that she was... well, that she was trying to comfort him because that wasn't really their style. "Actually, I kinda hope so because then I won't be as terrible of a captain, being gone for like eight months so far."

From Shego's perspective, it was less comforting and more of a reasoned argument in favour of him not being such a whiny little girl, but if it worked then she didn't really care if he took it as a kindness or not.

"Well, yeah. If it's actually been eight months then they'd have probably fired you for going AWOL or declared you missing-presumed-dead or whatever."

There were issues about time on the Barge relative to time back home that still itched at her. The flood where she'd turned into Kimmy - she'd said that the two of them had done stuff that Shego knew had never happened. She didn't know what the heck the deal was with that.

"The Admirals know where I am." Since when he'd gone home before, he'd definitely been missing for a few months, given the crew's reactions. It just hadn't occurred to him to ask how many months, with the mission and you know. Nearly dying. That hadn't really left a lot of time ponder the time difference.

"I still think you'd like the Enterprise."

She fidgeted, fingers toying with her necklace for a second before tucking it under the neckline of her shirt. "So what if I would? I can't leave this wreck 'til I graduate. And if I graduate and if that's something I wanna do, then...come on. Twenty-third century. Cultural adjustment issues, much?"

"I'll sneak you out in my suitcase. It'll be fun," Kirk promised, noticing her fiddle with the necklace but he left the subject alone.

"You already know how to work the weapons," he pointed out, waving his own phaser around a little bit.

"Unless you've just been letting it sit there."

Shego touched her fingertips to the phaser tucked into her belt.

"It's not like I've had to use it a whole lot," she pointed out, "but it's not like you do much other than point and shoot, either. And you know I've got a pretty darn good reason to have good aim."

She was silent for a moment.

"What is this, anyway? Are you seriously thinking about going home or what?"

Kirk sighed, running his hand over his forehead for a few moments and looking around the CES instead of directly at her, like he was looking for something to shoot at.

"I have a commitment to you, one that I fully intend on honoring. After that, I have no idea."

"You do not have a commitment. You were randomly assigned to me by some unseen force that loves to see us suffer, so if you're only staying for me then don't," she said flatly. "Also, didn't you graduate one Inmate already? If you made a deal with the Admiral then you get to claim on that and go home, right?"

Edited 2010-01-30 02:50 (UTC)

Kirk glanced at her out of the corner of his eye for a few moments before he reached out and slapped her on the back. "I'm not gonna leave you to suffer alone then," he told her, leaving it at that because... well, he didn't really have a deal with the Admiral.

This was out of the goodness of his heart. Or something. That was the official story.

"C'mon, let's take our frustrations out on things that didn't do anything wrong to us."

She scowled at the slap but tolerated it, drawing the phaser with her right hand and letting the left one glow at her side. "Yeah. Okay."

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