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spraklythingsTITLE: Morgue
AUTHOR: Anne;crescent_fall
FANDOM(S): Star Trek XI
CHARACTER(S): Jim Kirk, Spock
PROMPT: 071 - Morgue
RECIPIENT: MELLIE
RATING: PG
WARNINGS: Talking about death and dead people. ;;
SPOILERS?: NA, unless you haven't seen Star Trek XI
PREVIEW/SUMMARY: Jim knows every inch of the Enterprise. She was the ship they studied in his advanced engineering course in second year. (She was, he's realised, the ship being built just downstate from his house back in Iowa. The same ship that convinced him that there might be some meaning to be found, somewhere in the world.)
WORD COUNT: 678
It's too sterile for Jim's taste. Too clean and impersonal. Too aware that those it's been designed for couldn't care less about the ambience.
He decides he'll avoid it, if he can.
It's been two months since the Nerada incident, but only around forty-three hours since the paperwork it generated has been cleared. Finally a Capatain in his own right (there had been a dispute or two from some of the more stuffy admirals) Jim's taking a self-guided tour of the Enterprise before the rest of the crew arrive tomorrow. They're being sent on a fetch mission for some diplomat, more to make sure that the first 'official' mission Jim's sent on doesn't end in chaor than out of any real belief he isn't up to the job or serious Captaining.
Jim knows every inch of the Enterprise. She was the ship they studied in his advanced engineering course in second year. (She was, he's realised, the ship being built just downstate from his house back in Iowa. The same ship that convinced him that there might be some meaning to be found, somewhere in the world.) He knows her crew capacity (5,200 comfortably), her length (2500 feet), maxiumum warp (8, though he'll get Scotty on that as soon as he can. That man's a devil with a wrench, it seems.) every turbolift. Every room.
He hadn't meant to stumble in here.
It's a larger room than he would have thought, but when you think about the number of people potentially on board... Starfleet almost always plays it safe, Jim's discovered. This room isn't an exception.
Thirteen crewmembers died on the Enterprise during the Nerada Incident while Jim had been Captain. Compared to the loss of seven ships and their entire crews it's a pitiful amount, hell. Compared to the number who'd died while in orbit around Vulcan it was laughable. Compared to the number who could fit in this room, it's negligible. But Jim had only found out last week. And even then only because he'd asked. It had been too late to attend the funerals by then.
Three had been too close to a power conduit when it overloaded. Nine had been in a temporary shelter too close to the hull when it had buckled under the strain of the singluarity caused by the Nerada's implosion. One had been thrown by some impact and broken her neck. He's read each of their files and knows their stories now. He feels he owes them that much, as their-
"Captain."
Its strange, how a few months can change a man's life. Jim no longer needs look up to know who it is. He looks up anyway, because Spock's voice is lacking it's usual amused tone (That Jim of all people would be Captain seems endlessly amusing to Spock. Jim can't figure out for the life of him why).
"Spock." His voice is a little hoarser than he'd like it to be. Captains shouldn't be almost in tears over their fallen crewmembers. Nevertheless, he meets Spock's eyes. If they're going to work together, there's little point lying to his second in command.
Spock's face is impassive as always, but Jim thinks he can detect a hint of something less clinical in his expression. Nothing like compassion, of course; not with Spock. But softer nontheless.
"The Admiral would like to speak with you, before the rest of the of the Section Heads arrive." His voice betrays nothing, except an expectation that Jim will follow him.
Jim nods once. Twice. "Yeah. The Admiral. Right." Sighing, he looks around the clinical room once more.
He doesn't like to think that Bones will have to work down here. Maybe he'll promote a secondary medical officer to- that makes him pause- Care for the Deceased sounds terrible, and Jim will go to hell before he gives one of his crew that designation. He'll think of something.
When he looks back at Spock, he's grinning. "How'd you find me down here anyway, Spock?" The Vulcan deadpans and Jim laughs, and they get on with what needs to be done.
AUTHOR: Anne;
crescent_fallFANDOM(S): Star Trek XI
CHARACTER(S): Jim Kirk, Spock
PROMPT: 071 - Morgue
RECIPIENT: MELLIE
RATING: PG
WARNINGS: Talking about death and dead people. ;;
SPOILERS?: NA, unless you haven't seen Star Trek XI
PREVIEW/SUMMARY: Jim knows every inch of the Enterprise. She was the ship they studied in his advanced engineering course in second year. (She was, he's realised, the ship being built just downstate from his house back in Iowa. The same ship that convinced him that there might be some meaning to be found, somewhere in the world.)
WORD COUNT: 678
It's too sterile for Jim's taste. Too clean and impersonal. Too aware that those it's been designed for couldn't care less about the ambience.
He decides he'll avoid it, if he can.
It's been two months since the Nerada incident, but only around forty-three hours since the paperwork it generated has been cleared. Finally a Capatain in his own right (there had been a dispute or two from some of the more stuffy admirals) Jim's taking a self-guided tour of the Enterprise before the rest of the crew arrive tomorrow. They're being sent on a fetch mission for some diplomat, more to make sure that the first 'official' mission Jim's sent on doesn't end in chaor than out of any real belief he isn't up to the job or serious Captaining.
Jim knows every inch of the Enterprise. She was the ship they studied in his advanced engineering course in second year. (She was, he's realised, the ship being built just downstate from his house back in Iowa. The same ship that convinced him that there might be some meaning to be found, somewhere in the world.) He knows her crew capacity (5,200 comfortably), her length (2500 feet), maxiumum warp (8, though he'll get Scotty on that as soon as he can. That man's a devil with a wrench, it seems.) every turbolift. Every room.
He hadn't meant to stumble in here.
It's a larger room than he would have thought, but when you think about the number of people potentially on board... Starfleet almost always plays it safe, Jim's discovered. This room isn't an exception.
Thirteen crewmembers died on the Enterprise during the Nerada Incident while Jim had been Captain. Compared to the loss of seven ships and their entire crews it's a pitiful amount, hell. Compared to the number who'd died while in orbit around Vulcan it was laughable. Compared to the number who could fit in this room, it's negligible. But Jim had only found out last week. And even then only because he'd asked. It had been too late to attend the funerals by then.
Three had been too close to a power conduit when it overloaded. Nine had been in a temporary shelter too close to the hull when it had buckled under the strain of the singluarity caused by the Nerada's implosion. One had been thrown by some impact and broken her neck. He's read each of their files and knows their stories now. He feels he owes them that much, as their-
"Captain."
Its strange, how a few months can change a man's life. Jim no longer needs look up to know who it is. He looks up anyway, because Spock's voice is lacking it's usual amused tone (That Jim of all people would be Captain seems endlessly amusing to Spock. Jim can't figure out for the life of him why).
"Spock." His voice is a little hoarser than he'd like it to be. Captains shouldn't be almost in tears over their fallen crewmembers. Nevertheless, he meets Spock's eyes. If they're going to work together, there's little point lying to his second in command.
Spock's face is impassive as always, but Jim thinks he can detect a hint of something less clinical in his expression. Nothing like compassion, of course; not with Spock. But softer nontheless.
"The Admiral would like to speak with you, before the rest of the of the Section Heads arrive." His voice betrays nothing, except an expectation that Jim will follow him.
Jim nods once. Twice. "Yeah. The Admiral. Right." Sighing, he looks around the clinical room once more.
He doesn't like to think that Bones will have to work down here. Maybe he'll promote a secondary medical officer to- that makes him pause- Care for the Deceased sounds terrible, and Jim will go to hell before he gives one of his crew that designation. He'll think of something.
When he looks back at Spock, he's grinning. "How'd you find me down here anyway, Spock?" The Vulcan deadpans and Jim laughs, and they get on with what needs to be done.
