"What do you mean you're being reassigned?" said the male voice from the doorway.
Jessica sighed and kept on packing. "There's nothing I can do about it, so let it go."
Her chestnut hair turned with her, as she faced the young man in the doorway.
Mac, AKA Cadet McCoy was the unhappy person in the doorway, Mac's blue eyes stared a hole into her.
"Mac, don't do that, you look like your uncle when you do." Her brown eyes rolled heaven ward.
"I am my uncle's nephew." He told her.
"Yes you are, and that's what worries me." Mac, look very much like a young Bones,
you'd think he was McCoy's son, more then his nephew.
"You don't have to go. We can talk to Admiral Paris..."
"No."
"But J.T..."
"Its nothing personal Mac, its just that..."
"You're a Kirk and you intimidate them." Mac shook his head.
"Bingo." She snapped the lid close on the container. "Listen, you and my brother to graduation,
I don't want you getting involved. I will not go to anymore funerals."
~~~~~~~~~~
Weeks had past since the talk with Mac, she'd been playing taxi for Starfleet.
Everything from supplies, to people, to plants and anything else they could stick her with.
This was her ship, the Tiberius, Bones, her brother and Mac, designed every detail of it.
They had it built for her, Scotty told her, that he wasn't sure that they would finish it in time for her graduation.
The boys were best under pressure, Bones told her. Her ship was huge, as big as a captain's personal craft.
It had everything she needed, a engine room, small med lab with an EMH, a science station, dining room and a bed just off the bridge.
James told her he created a special consul if she got into a fire fight.
Bones just about hit the ceiling when he found out James had installed the cloaking device from one of her friends on Romulus.
But still, the thought of doing this for the rest of her career wasn't appealing.
~~~~~~~~~
"Such a happy Lieutenant Kirk." Q tugged on her long braided hair.
"How long has it been Q? A year? Two?" Jessica scoffed keeping her eyes glued to her panel.
"Come now Jessica." He leaned on the command chair next to her. "Tell Uncle Q what's wrong."
"So this where you run when we have an argument?" Q's flamed hair wife Q appeared.
She ignored the family squabble that was about to begin. "How's QJ?"
Before either could answer, the computer warned them of a ship approaching.
"The SS Cairo, has raised shields and has fired a torpedo. Shields are raised, impact in 5, 4,3,2,1."
The ship jerk to the left, throwing J.T. Kirk from her chair.
Q popped out of the way as the ship jerked forward. She climbed into her chair as the shipped rocked to the left.
Once in the chair, her hands circled above the consul, making some high pitched noise, as if someone had taken a wet finger and rubbed it around the rim of a glass.
"Torpedoes away." the computer said. "SS Cairo's shield's down to 85 %. Tiberius shield's down to 72%. Rerouting power to shields."
She never saw or heard the red headed female Q snap her fingers.
~~~~~~~~~
Jessica sighed and kept on packing. "There's nothing I can do about it, so let it go."
Her chestnut hair turned with her, as she faced the young man in the doorway.
Mac, AKA Cadet McCoy was the unhappy person in the doorway, Mac's blue eyes stared a hole into her.
"Mac, don't do that, you look like your uncle when you do." Her brown eyes rolled heaven ward.
"I am my uncle's nephew." He told her.
"Yes you are, and that's what worries me." Mac, look very much like a young Bones,
you'd think he was McCoy's son, more then his nephew.
"You don't have to go. We can talk to Admiral Paris..."
"No."
"But J.T..."
"Its nothing personal Mac, its just that..."
"You're a Kirk and you intimidate them." Mac shook his head.
"Bingo." She snapped the lid close on the container. "Listen, you and my brother to graduation,
I don't want you getting involved. I will not go to anymore funerals."
~~~~~~~~~~
Weeks had past since the talk with Mac, she'd been playing taxi for Starfleet.
Everything from supplies, to people, to plants and anything else they could stick her with.
This was her ship, the Tiberius, Bones, her brother and Mac, designed every detail of it.
They had it built for her, Scotty told her, that he wasn't sure that they would finish it in time for her graduation.
The boys were best under pressure, Bones told her. Her ship was huge, as big as a captain's personal craft.
It had everything she needed, a engine room, small med lab with an EMH, a science station, dining room and a bed just off the bridge.
James told her he created a special consul if she got into a fire fight.
Bones just about hit the ceiling when he found out James had installed the cloaking device from one of her friends on Romulus.
But still, the thought of doing this for the rest of her career wasn't appealing.
~~~~~~~~~
"Such a happy Lieutenant Kirk." Q tugged on her long braided hair.
"How long has it been Q? A year? Two?" Jessica scoffed keeping her eyes glued to her panel.
"Come now Jessica." He leaned on the command chair next to her. "Tell Uncle Q what's wrong."
"So this where you run when we have an argument?" Q's flamed hair wife Q appeared.
She ignored the family squabble that was about to begin. "How's QJ?"
Before either could answer, the computer warned them of a ship approaching.
"The SS Cairo, has raised shields and has fired a torpedo. Shields are raised, impact in 5, 4,3,2,1."
The ship jerk to the left, throwing J.T. Kirk from her chair.
Q popped out of the way as the ship jerked forward. She climbed into her chair as the shipped rocked to the left.
Once in the chair, her hands circled above the consul, making some high pitched noise, as if someone had taken a wet finger and rubbed it around the rim of a glass.
"Torpedoes away." the computer said. "SS Cairo's shield's down to 85 %. Tiberius shield's down to 72%. Rerouting power to shields."
She never saw or heard the red headed female Q snap her fingers.
~~~~~~~~~