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Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.
Jim Kirk gritted his teeth in irritation.
“I swear, Chris, if you don’t cut that out, I’m gonna open a ship wide channel and tell everyone about what happened on Risa over spring break my second year. And I mean everything.”
The ghost sitting on the floor of the bridge stopped tapping his cane and looked at Jim with horror on his white face.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Try me,” Jim grinned evilly, staring at his late mentor until Chris sighed and looked away.
“Ungrateful kid!” Complained the ghost. “After all the illegal ale I smuggled for you….”
Jim rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, well, some of us have a ship to manage and can’t do that with your cane tapping sounds making us crazy. What does a ghost even need with a cane, anyway?”
Pike shrugged. “Hell if I know. Aren’t you about due for a space pirate incident? Some angry Klingons? Maybe some fuck or die? It’s so dull around here.”
“You shut your mouth,” Jim ordered. “Go down to engineering and talk to Scotty. Maybe work on figuring out why you haven’t been able to move on.”
“The disrespect I get,” Pike complained, getting to his feet again and shuffling toward the lift. The doors opened and closed and Jim breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you, Captain.”
Spock sounded very relieved and Jim smiled. So far, only he and his first officer had been able to see Chris, though most of the bridge could hear him.
“No problem, Spock,” Jim sighed. “As much as I miss Chris, I’m about ready to research exorcisms. He’s an absolute menace as a ghost.”