CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK

It's just as well. Scotty's been being a good sport, holding perfectly still, for long enough that the man's starting to look a bit uncomfortable. Or maybe that's just how the man looks when he's dealing with anything other than the warp core. McCoy returns his attention to his tricorder, tucking the hand scanner away so that he can glance over the readings, offering Jim a preoccupied hum of agreement.

"At least until we can figure out where exactly they came from and how they got here, yes, I'm inclined to say the same. And Sickbay's not much of an upgrade, but the equipment there's more useful to me than this is." When he looks back up, he gets the impression that Jim might not have heard any of that at all. Leonard can't even bring himself to feel any level of exasperation over it - if there was ever a worthy distraction, it's this, and god knows how many days (weeks?) it's been since he got to see Jim this genuinely happy over anything. He poorly smothers a smile and peers over the captain's shoulder.

While he knows Bones is speaking , it's as if his words are going in one ear and out the other. He's far more preoccupied with pacing around the transporter room , gently bouncing the baby in his arms. The paternal instinct within him has overrode just about every other function , and he only spares a momentary glance up at the Doctor before turning his attention back to the child.

❛ I suppose we don't have anywhere on the ship truly fit for a baby. ❜ Is the only response he utters : voice low , gentle. It's the truth. The sickbay does seem to be their best option at the moment , even though they don't exactly have a crib at their disposal. Improvising , however , has quickly become to be one of the Enterprise's greatest assets. He's sure they'll come up with something.

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"God, for your sanity and mine, we'd better hope." McCoy tugs at his uncomfortably stiff dress collar as they stride down the corridor, and thank goodness for the small mercy of being able to duck out of there before all the cadets were released or else he'd really be well past irked. Giving speeches at the Academy's latest graduation ceremony is small fries compared to what the Enterprise usually gets up to, but they were in the area, and Lord knows Starfleet can't resist the chance to yank Jim's leash just a little bit every now and then. Keeps him humble, or whatever. Reminds him who's in charge.

He hates it. ...Almost as much as he hates this uniform.

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Leonard is still riding the high of success when he and Jim duck away from the others and into the repair bay, all dim lights and empty catwalks, a welcome reprieve from the crowded noise of their impromptu festivities. He loves a good party, but when even Scotty and his boys have stepped away from their work to join in, you know you're in for a very long night. The momentary distance is needed, though of course they bring their drinks with them, setting them on the walkway beside them.

Leonard sits back away from the edge, perpetually untrustworthy of the thin metal railings, though the wide gap between them does afford he and Jim a damn good view of Enterprise. She's in better shape than she usually is, after a scrap like that. The victory celebrations were certainly well-earned. It's far colder in here than in there, but he's spared from having to bitch about the change in temperature by the drape of heavy fabric that settles across his shoulders.

He glances at Jim, then at the unfamiliar collar of the jacket - he knows most of Jim's wardrobe, and this one is definitely new - and shrugs it off to examine it. Back when things hadn't been quite so bad, when the whole galaxy was celebrating their victories with them, Jaeger-themed merchandise was a dime a dozen. This is a particularly gaudy example, covered in oversized patches and bright streaks of paint, blue and yellow, their silver lady and her name emblazoned boldly upon the back. Enterprise. It's tacky as hell and such an unbearably Jim thing to own that McCoy guffaws.

The brisk air of the catwalk was the perfect opportunity to adorn Bones with the jacket. He knew perfectly well how the man felt about the cold. Now that it was on someone else , Jim could properly get a look at it. It’s unashamedly loud , primary colors set against its denim background. It fits the man well , he thinks. A proper trophy ─ the least he deserves.

As he takes notice of the jacket , Jim takes a few steps to practically lean over the railing to get a good look at the Enterprise. A beautiful lady , there’s never been a single doubt in his mind about that. He takes in every scratch and dent along her surface. Sure , she’s seen worse days , but that’s just a sign to him that he isn’t pushing himself to do good enough. He could do better. He always could.

As he turns back to face the other , an ear - to - ear grin spreads onto his lips. He beams with pride , gesturing to the jacket. ❛ It took me a while to find one of those. But I figured we of all people should have one. ❜ He would’ve liked to get matching ones. He’ll just have to keep an eye out. He laughs as Bones properly puts the jacket on , nodding approvingly. ❛ I think if any one of us was going to pull of denim , it would be you. ❜ The thought of Spock’s reaction just makes him laugh harder. He looks from the jacket to the Enterprise.

❛ Wonder if people will ever make things like that again. If they’ll ever have the same faith in us as they used to. ❜ Us , Jaeger pilots in general. ❛ Lot of people think this is just a waste of money , now. ❜

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