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Kirk's Flat
McCoy went past Security and made his way to the door of Kirk's flat. Ever since the trial he had kept
it safe-guarded so tight that unless you were a relative, Dr. Leonard McCoy, Admiral Christopher Pike
or Captain James T. Kirk himself, you couldn't get within fifty meters – and even that was possible only
if you knew a rather complicated series of passwords.
He didn't blame Jim for wanting it. Since the rape and the Enterprise Incident, as others were calling it,
(Incident my ass! It was a travesty!) Jim had been a shell of his former self and sometimes he wondered
if he'd ever see his former confident, gregarious friend again.
Most people had had the decently to give him privacy but there had been a few curiosity seekers.
And then six days ago members of their former crew had dared to show up here. Had actually had
the gall to show their faces!
McCoy was sorry he couldn't have been there to see those miserable backstabbers hurled off.
He'd heard that they'd been thrown in the brig.
Good riddance. Especially that hobgoblin. It's past time someone took him down a few pegs.
He'd never forgiven the Vulcan for nearly strangling Jim. And when he thought about all the pain
that he and the others had caused him through their neglect…
He entered the flat to find Jim sitting on the sofa. He looked up as he approached.
"Hey Bones. I just got a call from Pike. Did you hear what happened with the Enterprise crew?"
The Enterprise. Always the Enterprise.
"What about them? Did they get arrested again? Or is that asking too much?"
"They're staying the same. The whole crew is going to stay onboard the Enterprise. I gotta admit
I'm surprised. I would have thought they'd all be split up, sent to different ships."
McCoy snorted. "They wanted to keep all the troublemakers in one place. Thank about it;
if you were captain of some other ship would you want any of those idiots serving under you?"