Chapter 6 - Bed Head (short chapter)
"Janice, are you still there? When you are finished, please report to me on the bridge." Captain Kirk called his yeoman in Lily-Lee's quarters.
"Does it have to be at once? If it's possible I would prefer to retire until the next shift."
"I just want a briefing. It'll be quick. Kirk out."
When Janice Rand came up on the bridge her hair looked like a haystack. Nothing remained of her neat weaved coiffure, and very little of her dignity. "Janice, what...?"
"My apologies, captain. It was difficult to calm Lily-Lee. I tried a bath, a sonic clean, and a massage but she was still very nervous, so..."
"So you got nit-picked. No apologies needed, yeoman. I'm glad you managed to be there for her when she was distressed. Did she eat anything?"
"Raw Brussels sprouts and quail eggs. She's sleeping now. I got her a uniform dress, and the boots too. She can't walk in them but she was happy to have them. Have you decided on a badge?"
"Yes, but no Solomonic wisdom was needed. When we looked at the protocol it stated clearly that we couldn't assign ranks to crewmembers that have never graduated from starfleet academy. "
"I also helped her adjust the humidity in her room. It's almost as hot as in Spock's, but not nearly as dry."
"Excellent, yeoman. That will be all."
"Thank you, captain." Janice Rand walked to the elevator, her rumpled hair bobbing along. Captain Kirk was watching her with an amused smile on his face. This must be what she looks like with bed head."
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McCoy was walking in the corridor when he heard sounds coming from one of the cabins. Bumping sounds. And a male voice he recognised but couldn't place right now.
"So do you think you're ready for this big one? Well, you little slut, are you? Alright, here goes. I'm gonna fuck you until you split in halves!" After that, a muffled cry.
McCoy overrode the lock and barged into the room. "Stop that, you maniac! You'll injure her, you'll damage something, you'll... oh. Sorry Uhura, I didn't mean to... I thought it was... well, carry on, I mean..." McCoy walked out again and closed the door. A thrown shoe hit the inside. McCoy leaned against the wall and stared up at the ceiling. Stupid brain! Suddenly you don't know which cabin is which, huh? What's the matter with you?