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Kirk stood outside the doors to the severed bridge of the ship he hadn't seen in over a year. There used to be a hallway here - to the right, sickbay and to the left, the transporter room. Both were gone, sent home along with the people they'd accompanied. Sickbay had vanished months ago with Doctor McCoy, but the transporter room was a more recent disappearance, gone with Uhura. Both she and Spock were now absent from Taxon.

Part of him was glad they were gone. No-one deserved to be here. Better they be home, leading the lives they were supposed to than here in sometimes apocalyptic hamsterland. The other part was angry and jealous; felt abandoned and alone. Irrational, he realized, but hey, he was only human.

He took a step towards the doors and they parted obediently, granting him access to the Enterprise's remaining piece. Once on the bridge, he lifted the tablet he'd known was on all along into view so he could look at the screen directly. For once, he'd actually turned it on himself and wasn't just the tablet glitch that plagued Taxon's residents.

"To those of you who knew them, Commander Spock and Lieutenant Nyota Uhura have been sent home."

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You could have at least shined it up a little. Not told me that sometimes people don't remember being here and what not.

Left my polish in another world. [ jim. ] Welcome wagon didn't give you that part of the story, huh?

They didn't give me anything considering they never showed up.

[Unless somebody offering her a place to stay counts.]

People haven't been doing their jobs.

[ not that it's anyone's job to greet the newcomers. ]

Then pick up their slack.

[She's joking, but if he's going to complain, he might as well be the wagon himself.]

Maybe I will.

[ it's a thought. something of a thought. would give him something to do. ]

Start now.

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