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And seriously guys? You're all awesome. I got six reviews for that last chapter. SIX! I'm so happy! And I LOVE the positive feedback. And the chapter suggestions? Challenge accepted. I will do my best to write every prompt and post them, but it might be a while, because some are harder than others.

So here's another chapter! Enjoy!

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An Abundance of Johnsons

There were times when Jim was really really glad that he and Uhura were friends. Because whenever someone got on her bad side, she knew how to inflict cruel and unusual punishments that wouldn't register on regulations. And try as he might, sometimes, he slipped up. Today had been one of times.

It was really his own fault.

His shift had ended while Uhura had to stay on the bridge to work a double shift, meaning she was really busy at the moment with all the junk that Communications Officers... were busy with. He was sure whatever it was, it was important.

Anyway, Uhura may or may not have been bitching earlier about Ensign Johnson owing her money for a party that may or may not be happening tomorrow night (really, being captain sometimes sucked because everyone was on tip-toes around you). And since she was being super nice and taking a double-shift (really, double shifts sucked), Jim decided he would be nice in return and track down Ensign Johnson to get the money and bring it to her. It's what all good captains did, right? Anything to help his crew (and ensure the best party possible for tomorrow). Besides, he was heading down to Engineering anyway.

When Jim mentioned his plan to go to Ensign Johnson for her, Uhura gave him a skeptical look.

"Are you sure, Captain?" she asked in a way that questioned his intelligence.

Kirk was offended. "Lieutenant, are you suggesting that I can't do as simple a task as track down a member of my own crew?"

Uhura's raised eyebrow suggested just that. Unfortunately several other officers were giving him the same look.

Jim let out a breath with gusto. He thought he had a better reputation than this. "I will have you know, Lieutenant, that I was made Captain for a reason. If I can handle civil war negotiations with a species that communicates primarily by sneezing and knocking their heads together, I think I can handle something as small as finding an Ensign on my own ship."

Uh-oh. Uhura was giving him a smile that did not make him happy on the inside.

"Of course, Captain," she replied. "How silly of me to make assumptions about your capability. You're more than welcome to find Ensign Johnson for me. After all, you were made captain for a reason."

Shit. He had insulted her. Now he had to find Ensign Johnson or otherwise suffer a blow to his manly-captain pride.

Challenge accepted.

So Jim made his way down to Engineering like he had planned to, and once there, began searching for Ensign Johnson. Really, it was just too simple. Uhura must have thought he was an idiot.

He approached the young brunette who was busy cleaning out a turbine filtration system. When he was standing beside her, Ensign Johnson looked up questioningly. "Sir?"

"I came here at the request of Lieutenant Uhura. She says you owe her money," he answered.

The Ensign frowned. "You're running tasks for Lieutenant Uhura, now?" she asked, then quickly added "Sir!" when she realized how abrupt her question was.

Jim resisted the urge to rolled his eyes. He could do simple tasks! "No, Ensign, I'm just doing her a favor since I was making my way down here to start with."

"Oh," she murmured. Then she shrugged. "Sorry, sir. I don't believe I owe Lieutenant Uhura any money. I've never talked to her."

Jim blinked. "But you're Ensign Johnson, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir." The ensign smiled suddenly. "Oh! You know, I bet she was talking about the Ensign Johnson up in the Botany Lab."

Jim nodded, and began making his way there. Of course, how silly of him, he had just gotten the wrong Ensign Johnson. It should have occurred to him that there might be more than one of them. It was one of the more popular Human last names.

The Ensign Johnson that worked in the Botany Lab had no idea what he was talking about.

"Sorry, Captain, but I would definitely remember if I had a reason to go talk to Lieutenant Uhura, if you know what I mean," the Ensign said as he worked on some orange plant that seemed to be moving on its own. "Maybe check in with Security, I know there's an Ensign Johnson down there that works Beta shift."

So Jim left the Science area made he was down to Engineering, this time heading towards where most of the Security staff was posted. It took a few questions asked around the security personnel, but he was finally pointed towards Ensign Johnson.

Again, he was met with a blank face.

"She probably meant the Ensign Johnson that works in the transporter rooms," Ensign Johnson assured him.

Frustration starting to well up, Jim took the man's suggestion and made his way up to the transporter room and eventually found himself face-to-face with a pretty little blonde who again, had no clue about any sort of money being owed to Uhura.

"But I know there's an Ensign Johnson in Navigation on this shift, it could be her."

"Jesus Christ!" Jim exclaimed. "How many of you are there?"

A quick check of the ship's computer gave him his answer.

23.

There were 23 Ensign Johnsons on board his ship and he was trying to locate just one of them.

"Well, what's their first name?" The Blonde Johnson asked.

Jim sighed, running a hand over his eyes. "I don't know. Uhura didn't say."

The ensign looked like she was trying not to laugh. "If you don't know their first name, how are you going to find them without going to each of us and asking?"

Exactly. That was the problem.

And he knew Uhura was having a good old laugh up on the bridge, he just knew it. He couldn't, without getting a dent to his pride, call up to and ask her the first name of the Johnson he was looking for, because that would be admitting defeat. She knew exactly how many Ensign Johnsons there were on this ship and she had let him go because he had insulted her (by accident!) and now he was on a wild goose chase.

He swore right then that he would never, ever get on Uhura's bad side ever again. It was not a nice place to be.

So that's how Jim spent the next four hours, running back and forth trying to track down every Ensign Johnson on that list. And the one Uhura had been looking for, Ensign Zanthia Johnson, had (of course) be the last one he went to.

But (of course) by then, she had already given Uhura the money.

Jim would have to remember to apologize to Ensign Zanthia Johnson. It wasn't her fault, and she hadn't deserved to see his little blow up. Mental note made.

However, he did storm up to the bridge to give Uhura a piece of his mind.

She looked really smug sitting in her chair and smiling at him. Oh, he bet she was smug.

"You could have told me," he ground out between his teeth, trying to remain professional about the whole thing.

Uhura just smiled wider and raised her eyebrow innocently. "But I thought you were the Captain and capable of the little jobs that us lesser beings do."

Jim glared. He glared death. The woman should have wilted in her chair from the glare he gave her. "I hate you." And then he walked away.

Heh. This one always made me laugh. Just because Uhura's cruel in it.

So! Tell me what you think. Tell me what you want. Want more Uhura? Spock? Bones? Minions? Let me know and I shall see what I can do.

Also, I'll take prompts. Again, something as simple as "Bones stuck with Spock for a long period of time." or "Jim eats alien food that moves." or "Bones and Jim." I shall take it all.

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