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Uhura was furious. Even though she tried not to let herself be this angry, a part of he couldn't let it go. She was used to sexist men - that descriptor fit most men in the Empire - but this had been too much. Cadet Johnson was her junior, and had absolutely no right to speak to her as if she were garbage. Not when she was the best linguist in all of Starfleet.

She stomped back to her quarters, planning to kick Gaila out as soon as she got there and wondering if she shouldn't go in search of Johnson and make an example of him. When the door to her quarters slid open she froze. Something wasn't right. Quickly flicking on the light switch, she took in the scene, eyes widening slightly in surprise and then narrowing in understanding.

Christine Chapel. A woman who was as skilled at saving life as she was at taking it away.

Cadet Peter Johnson. The man who'd dared to speak to her as if she were trash. Bound and gagged.

A slow smile spread across her face, one inquisitive eyebrow arching. "You brought me a present?"

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Christine wasn't exactly sure why she'd decided to do this. She barely knew Nyota Uhura. She knew her reputation, but she'd only had the opprotunity to meet the woman a small handful of times.

The first of which had been at a Pike hosted "party" an experience she didn't much like to think about.

However, she'd witnessed the exchange between Uhura and Johnson. She'd wanted to put the idiot in his place or at least see it done properly. Considering Uhura was the injured party here, she figured that was the best place to take him.

It was much harder to find him than convince him to come home with her. She'd led him to Uhura's, threatened her roommate to leave, shot him with a paralytic, and waited for the other woman's return.

She didn't answer right away, and Christine didn't move from the chair she was sitting in. She had her long legs crossed and had an large medical kit sitting beside her. "You know, you're roommate isn't going to last long. It took very little threatening to get her to leave..."

She looked over towards Johnson whose eyes were wide and frantic. "But he's yours. The paralytic is wearing off. I was going to give him another dose, but I was unsure if you wanted him to attempt to fight to get away."

She wasn't at all nervous about him getting away. She'd watched McCoy perform surgery without anesthetic. Those restraints she'd borrowed would more than hold.