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no_ordinarylife) wrote2016-08-10 05:37 pm
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Celebrating Birthdays
It seems like yesterday they were just celebrating his birthday. It's been months since the crew assembled in the lounge and the newest ship to bear the name Enterprise is almost ready for her initial test flights. The deep seated anticipation has driven him back to work. It's the only way to keep himself sane. There are people he wants to see before his time at Yorktown is over. Amara is at the top of his list. He secretly hopes he can convince her the next five years would be worth her while.
He arrives with not just one, but two, bottles of tequila. One in each hand.
He arrives with not just one, but two, bottles of tequila. One in each hand.
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"Maybe so." She agreed. Her posting had been limited to cargo runs, mostly under stuffy old captains who really were just waiting out the clock until retirement. Not exactly the best fit for her.
"But I don't want opportunities just because I'm your friend either."
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"You beat my record at The Rings by four seconds," he reminds her out of the blue. "I was there for that. I've seen you fly."
Jim doesn't give a shit about her other captains or her academy grades. He never has.
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"It was five, actually." She finally said, reaching over to pour herself another drink. "But who's counting?"
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He looks her square in the eye. "Maybe you're not as good as Sulu. But most people aren't."
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Leaning back in her chair, she broke his gaze, considering the glass in her head. "Well..." She said slowly, still thinking of a response. "Who am I to refuse the Captain of the Enterprise?"
She looked up to meet his eyes again, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. At least she wouldn't be stuck here anymore!
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"It was four seconds," he refutes mischievously, reaching for his own glass.
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An empty threat. She liked cooking, especially baking, and she had a talent for sweet talking her way into the ship's galley when the mood struck her to cook, which was quite often. There would likely be many, many cakes, cookies, and creative meals in the future of the Enterprise.
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Oops. That sounded like a bit of a challenge.
"And that was not a suggestion." she quickly added.
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Damn, that was good cheesecake.
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In other words she suckered some poor guy into a date to get in on a game and then hustled them.
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And I'm off to bed. Night!
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