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It had been a week, and Jim was still enjoying his success.
Pike was floating around, the captain’s smile sharp and his ears still full of the admirals’ praise. Gary had gone quieter, spending more time into his office and less into the arms of whoever caught his eyes that day – good. Jim only accepted perfection, and his friend had a tendency to be easily distracted.
(That might end up being a problem. Jim wouldn’t be able to accept that as a captain, and they both knew it. Gary’s loyalty wouldn’t be enough if he ended up messing around. Jim would need someone reliable at his side, and the black-hair man sadly wouldn’t do)
(Not that they talked about it)
(Jim was no captain yet, and Commander Spock was still technically above his paycheck)
Jim sighed, rubbing his eyes, before groaning loudly as he stretched, his back cracking.
Imperator, how he hated staying behind a desk.
Some people were made for action.
A move on his left made him turn his head. Janice was busy reading a padd, sitting prettily at Jim’s feet. She was covered that day – Jim finally decided she proved her worth enough – something he regretted as he took into the sight of her long, blond hair, little braids decorating it here and there. He snapped his tongue, and the cadet looked up sharply, looking at him with the same wide, unguarded eyes she had shown around him since they met.
Jim grinned, extending his hand to caress her hair before turning around in his chair, opening his legs. The girl’s eyes shone with delight, and she happily put her padd down, before moving between the older man’s legs.
Jim groaned, grabbing her head as she set to work.
Blimey.
There was no way this mouth had not been trained by instructors, or other officers.
How old was she again ?
Well, she would have a career as a courtesan, if Starfleet didn’t work out for her. The girl was good, and Jim wondered what she would be able to do, if she actually had the brains for it.
Ah, well. She would have to survive the Academy first, and that was quite a feast in itself. Jim would have to catch on her file in a couple of years, see what she became.
As it turned out, the girl not only survived, but made it back to the ship.
Jim was a different man by then : not longer a lieutenant-commander, but a captain. No more Gary Mitchell at his side (The memory of his friend’s pained, broken breaths as he laid on the ground in his arms still rang into his ear, too slow, he had been too slow, Pike had been too slow, this would have never happened if Jim had been the one in charge) but an hybrid, mi-human, mi-Vulcan (efficient, Spock was efficient, quick, and strong, and loyal, he wouldn’t abandon him, never again).
Jim was a ruthless, hardened killer, his smile gone and eyes colder than ever.
Janice knew she made a mistake the second the doors of the captain’s quarters closed, and the man pushed her on her knees.