Nothing is okay, but Christine Chapel is trying to make the best of it.
Since the last time she was here--her first time overall--she's served another half a year on the Enterprise. She damned near got her barely-reinstated commission yanked again after trying to explain that she'd wound up on a centuries-old cruise ship for a while, but a full examination had cleared her of any mental or emotional defect.
And then, three weeks ago, the ship pulled her through the door again.
This time, with her captain in tow.
Two things, she couldn't help but think:
At least someone on the Enterprise will finally believe her.
At least it was Captain Kirk, who can charm his way into fitting in anywhere, and not, say, Dr. McCoy the notorious grump. Or, God help them all, Mr. Spock.
Captain Kirk stopped hovering after the first few days; after the first week they both sort of mutually agreed to give up and wait for the return home that's beyond their control. If this is what it takes to get that man to dial it back a bit, she's thinking as she makes her way up to the deck for some sun and air, at least there's a silver lining to this nonsense.
There's a bit of commotion in the air; seems someone's just come through the door. She's still distracted, lost in her own thoughts, and she doesn't realize she knows who that is until she's right there in his presence.
His very entirely naked presence.
"--Logan!"
Christine Chapel, you are a grown-ass woman and a registered nurse, you have seen naked men before, do not stare don't you dare stare.
Not even appreciatively.
Stop it.
The color's a bit higher in her face as she forces her focus to bear on his face and... nowhere else. "Well, I-- My goodness, Logan, let's get you a towel or something."
Eyes up, Chapel.
"Or a shower curtain, that might be more effective, considering you're a strapping gentleman and all."
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Since the last time she was here--her first time overall--she's served another half a year on the Enterprise. She damned near got her barely-reinstated commission yanked again after trying to explain that she'd wound up on a centuries-old cruise ship for a while, but a full examination had cleared her of any mental or emotional defect.
And then, three weeks ago, the ship pulled her through the door again.
This time, with her captain in tow.
Two things, she couldn't help but think:
At least someone on the Enterprise will finally believe her.
At least it was Captain Kirk, who can charm his way into fitting in anywhere, and not, say, Dr. McCoy the notorious grump. Or, God help them all, Mr. Spock.
Captain Kirk stopped hovering after the first few days; after the first week they both sort of mutually agreed to give up and wait for the return home that's beyond their control. If this is what it takes to get that man to dial it back a bit, she's thinking as she makes her way up to the deck for some sun and air, at least there's a silver lining to this nonsense.
There's a bit of commotion in the air; seems someone's just come through the door. She's still distracted, lost in her own thoughts, and she doesn't realize she knows who that is until she's right there in his presence.
His very entirely naked presence.
"--Logan!"
Christine Chapel, you are a grown-ass woman and a registered nurse, you have seen naked men before, do not stare don't you dare stare.
Not even appreciatively.
Stop it.
The color's a bit higher in her face as she forces her focus to bear on his face and... nowhere else. "Well, I-- My goodness, Logan, let's get you a towel or something."
Eyes up, Chapel.
"Or a shower curtain, that might be more effective, considering you're a strapping gentleman and all."
Christine.