"Ugh... what?" Kirk groaned upon opening his eyes to yet another experience of waking up with no idea of where he was and how he'd gotten there. And here he thought those days would be behind him once he'd joined Starfleet. Sure, there was the occasional raucous graduation party, or maybe that time he'd been rendered unconscious from tongue contact with the poison glands of that one visiting female, but for the most part, those days were supposed to be behind him.
Then again, if the choice had been between suddenly waking up in a bed (was this the same room as last night?) or fighting walking corpses, Kirk wasn't going to complain. He'd barely gotten out of bed before a smiling woman appeared at the door. Her clothing suggested she was a nurse.
"Good morning, Mr. Shatner! I hope your sleep wasn't put off too much by the early arrival, but don't worry, you have plenty of time now to get adjusted. Are you hungry? It's free choice today!"
His head hurt too much to deal with all that information, and decided to settle on one point. "It's Kirk," he corrected.
She laughed, not unkindly. "Nice try. Your first name's Bill."
"What? No, my name is Jim, Jim Kirk—"
But the nurse merely ushered him out of the room, and chatted about "Landel's Institute" as she led him to what was apparently the cafeteria. Kirk realized as he looked around that this was the same place he'd been last night, except well-lit and filled with people and activity. He didn't recognize anyone he passed, but that didn't necessarily mean much, considering that over four hundred people crewed the Enterprise.
Where the hell was his ship, anyway?
All attempts to get his questions answered continuously fell apart in the face of the nurse's benign smiles and obvious experience dealing with difficult men. He was about to try a pick-up line when he noticed a familiar figure sitting down at a table. There was something off about him — the incongruous smiley face on his gray clothes, maybe — but it was definitely Spock.
Tray of breakfast in hand, Kirk broke away from his nurse to talk to the half-Vulcan officer. "Am I glad to see you," he sighed. "Have you encountered anyone else from the crew? I met Chekov last night, or what I think was last night, but I'm not sure where he is now..."
Kirk trailed off as he finally took in the features of the man sitting across from him. And stared.
"What the hell happened to your eyebrows? They're as big as mine now! And... and your ears. Holy shit. What did they do to you?"
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"Ugh... what?" Kirk groaned upon opening his eyes to yet another experience of waking up with no idea of where he was and how he'd gotten there. And here he thought those days would be behind him once he'd joined Starfleet. Sure, there was the occasional raucous graduation party, or maybe that time he'd been rendered unconscious from tongue contact with the poison glands of that one visiting female, but for the most part, those days were supposed to be behind him.
Then again, if the choice had been between suddenly waking up in a bed (was this the same room as last night?) or fighting walking corpses, Kirk wasn't going to complain. He'd barely gotten out of bed before a smiling woman appeared at the door. Her clothing suggested she was a nurse.
"Good morning, Mr. Shatner! I hope your sleep wasn't put off too much by the early arrival, but don't worry, you have plenty of time now to get adjusted. Are you hungry? It's free choice today!"
His head hurt too much to deal with all that information, and decided to settle on one point. "It's Kirk," he corrected.
She laughed, not unkindly. "Nice try. Your first name's Bill."
"What? No, my name is Jim, Jim Kirk—"
But the nurse merely ushered him out of the room, and chatted about "Landel's Institute" as she led him to what was apparently the cafeteria. Kirk realized as he looked around that this was the same place he'd been last night, except well-lit and filled with people and activity. He didn't recognize anyone he passed, but that didn't necessarily mean much, considering that over four hundred people crewed the Enterprise.
Where the hell was his ship, anyway?
All attempts to get his questions answered continuously fell apart in the face of the nurse's benign smiles and obvious experience dealing with difficult men. He was about to try a pick-up line when he noticed a familiar figure sitting down at a table. There was something off about him — the incongruous smiley face on his gray clothes, maybe — but it was definitely Spock.
Tray of breakfast in hand, Kirk broke away from his nurse to talk to the half-Vulcan officer. "Am I glad to see you," he sighed. "Have you encountered anyone else from the crew? I met Chekov last night, or what I think was last night, but I'm not sure where he is now..."
Kirk trailed off as he finally took in the features of the man sitting across from him. And stared.
"What the hell happened to your eyebrows? They're as big as mine now! And... and your ears. Holy shit. What did they do to you?"