Rory:

There were four of us in that room. Two red shirts, a blue shirt, and then me, a gold shirt. I had given up my private room as an officer to stay with a nurse, an engineer, and a girl who cleaned the ship. Although she preferred to say she was in ship services. As the ship's Historical Officer, I knew this was the only way I would be able to see people on a regular basis.

When the four of us first met, I was greeted by a slight chill. Obviously, they though that I was doing this for all the wrong reasons, which I wasn't. Living with people was the only way I was going to talk to people on a regular basis. Usually I got caught up in expanding my already extensive historical knowledge.

I did this through watching movies, t.v shows, listening to music, and reading things from over fifty years old. Now, fifty years isn't going very far into the past, but its a basic guideline so I don't end up reading things from a year a go and trying to pass it off as work. Although I do read historical articles and dissertations from my colleges.

My roommates learned about my social awkwardness and how easily it was for me to make excuses to avoid people. Then they warmed up. The first one to give me the time of day was the nurse, Fey. She was a few inches taller than me, curvy, and long curly blonde hair. I had had to visit her a few times in the medical bay because I fall down quite a bit. Usually doing something stupid, such as forgetting that I had closed the door behind me and then walking smack into it. I thought that I had broken my nose that time, Fey was the one who looked to see if it was before calling a doctor. It wasn't.

Through Fey's acceptance, the other began to thaw too. Little Jane, the engineer, was slight and short blonde hair and short. Lynn, who worked ship services, was tall with short, light brown hair. They seemed to forget I was an officer most of the time, which I think most people forgot because I dressed in Civies most of the time. It seemed ridiculous for me to dress in that damn gold shirt and black slacks if no one was going to seem me anyways. Jeans and a t-shirt were much more practical.

We had taken to playing a stupid drinking game, whether we were drinking or not, or watching a movie every Friday night. Not that we had Saturday's off, but we did get to start later in the day, and we needed sometime to relax from the strains of being aboard the USS Enterprise. And mostly they needed the movie education to get all the obscure references I made. And drinking games were a very good way of getting to know people. We started with Never Have I Ever.

It was a Friday night, the first Friday night that everyone decided that I was okay to be around, and I was explaining Never Have i Ever. We were not drinking this particular evening, so we all held up ten fingers. I began.

"Never have I ever....." I considered what to say. It wouldn't be cool to attack everyone on the first one, so I went with something impossible. "Kissed Captain Kirk." Or so I thought, because everyone put down a finger. I looked all of them and gaped. "YOu've all kissed him?"

"Well, yeah." Fey shrugged. "He's kissed most of the women on this ship. You're kinda missing out."

"I think I'll pass."

Fey:

Rory seemed shocked that we had all kissed Captain Kirk, but I wasn't. It wasn't like we had all had a romantic relatonship with the Captain, only the lucky ones did, but he had flirted with most everyone on the ship. My kiss was late one night in the medical bay. Kirk had shown up with an injury that needed to be seen to. Nothing serious enough for , but enough for him to have come to have a nurse put a bandage on it.

I smiled and chatted with the Captain as I put the gauze down to start the clotting process and then told him he could go. Kirk thanked me and gave his million watt smile. I began walking away, but Kirk called me back. There was no saying no to Kirk, whether he be the captain or not, so I walked back over to the table.

"Kiss it better?' He pouted. I smiled and laid a kiss on the bandage that covered the cut.

"Better?" I asked. Kirk shook his head.

"It hurts here." He said and pointed to his mouth. I couldn't help the smile on my face from getting wider. Every woman aboard the ship thought about kissing Kirk a few times a day. Things got boring on the ship when we weren't warping into something stupid. That day, or night really, I had been blessed. So i did the only thing that I could, I bent over and placed a kiss on his ailing lips.

"Better?" I asked.

"Tons." Kirk said and hopped off the table. "Thanks, Nurse." He then walked out of the medical bay and back to whatever he had been doing before.

Jane:

Kirk was a player, everyone knew that. Kisses were like pennies to him, to given away without a second thought. My kiss was just like this. I had been working on something in engineering. Something slightly important. Scotty had been there too. I couldn't believe that I was working next to my hero. Scotty and I were trying to sort out the electrics short out with Kirk standing behind us, grumbling about how we werent working fast enough.

In true Scotty fashion, he became irritated with Kirk's pestering and Scotty left. This wasn't a big deal because he would be back after a nip from a flask he kept on his belt. If you asked him what was in this flask, he would tell you that it was water but everyone in ship services knew better. Kirk probably knew too, but he probably didn't care enough to discipline the best engineer pn the ship. Plus, everyone knew the rest of us would be useless without Scotty.

While Scotty was in the other room, I kept fiddling with the wiring because there wasn't much else to do. Kirk was sitting there quietly, and I didn't have much to talk to him about, so I fiddled. It gave me something to do with my hands. I wasn't paying much attention so when I connected the two wires that magically made the overhead lights come on, I was surprised. Kirk was too, but mostly he was estatic.

"YOU DID IT!" He cheered, leaping out of his chair and pumped his fist.

"I guess I did." I said, getting up off the floor. When I was on my feet, Kirk pulled me into tight, violent hug. He then planted a kiss on each cheek.

"You're amazing." He said and planted a quick kiss on my lips.

"I guess I am." I said as Scotty walked back into the room and Kirk let go of my to go hug the head engineer. Kirk then left the room, and Scotty gave me the nod of approval.

Lynn:

Ship service is not the most lucrative business, nor is it the most fashionable. I do laundry. I clean up after people. People ask why the hell I went into Star Fleet if all I was going to do was clean, but I think it was worth it to get into space. It's amazing up here. And cleaning isn't that bad.

I kissed Kirk while doing laundry. We were going back to home port when he came rushing into the room with his formal cadet uniform in hand looking a little frantic.

"Can I help you?" I asked, because normal people dont venture down here too often.

"I need this washed. Now." He said frantically. "I have to wear it when I go in front of those old bastards."

I chucked and took the uniform from him. "No problem. I'll take it up to you when it's done." I said and threw the uniform into a pile of other red shirts and then the pile into washing machine.

"You're a saint." Kirk said. "When do you think it'll be done?"

"An hour or so." I shrugged. "Before we get on the shuttle to San Fran."

I spent the next hour sitting on top of the washer containing Kirk's cloths waiting for them to be clean. And then I waited for them to be dry. There was a lot of waiting involved, and I was getting sick of it. Finally, they were done, and I pressed them. Not because I had to, but because I was just that awesome. Besides, Kirk should look good for them officially making him captain of the ship.

After I had folded them, I went over to the computer and asked it to locate Kirk. He was in his room, so that's where I went. We had about thirty minutes before we made our final docking, so I wasn't surprised that Kirk was in his room. He was probably freaking out that I hadn't brought him his uniform yet.

Trying not to walk at my usual lazy pace, I walked at a good clip to the captain's quarters. Ringing the bell to the right of his door, I waited anxiously. All of the crew had spent some time thinking about what could happen behind those doors, and all the women on this ship spent a lot of time wishing that they could spend time behind those doors too.

Suddenly, the doors snapped open and Kirk was standing in the frame. He looked at me for a moment with a look of confusion in his eyes. He didn't know who I was for a moment. Then he looked at his uniform which I was holding in my arms in front of me. Then he looked excited and the happiest I have ever seen someone over laundry.

Suddenly, Kirk leaned over and placed a kiss on my mouth. "You are an angel." He said and then stepped back into his quarters, closed the doors, and changed. Well, I assume he changed because that was the whole point of him needing his uniform clean.

Rory:

The game of Never Have I Ever, ending pretty quickly with Fey losing, but me coming a close second. I'm pretty stupid and or careless. Like the time I decided it was a good idea to try and learn how to stand up on the seat of my motorcycle while going 60 miles per hour. Not my most outstanding moment, but I figured that anything I could walk away from was a success.