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Summary: A series of one shots involving Rand and the Enterprise crew getting to know one another and make things work. nu!Rand from my perspective.

I got to thinking, what is Rand? She's personal assistant to the guy in charge, right? And then I thought, what am I? I am the same thing only without having to be stuck in a tin can 24/7 with dude... so I want to make it where she ain't just drooling over the man. I mean if JJ can hook-up Uhura and Spock and BLOW UP Vulcan, I can make Janice Rand into a real person, right?

When upon signing away one's life to a cause far greater than any other in the known galaxy, ideas of grandeur and the illusion of immorality seemed to veil rational thought from permeating a young woman's mind. Star Fleet had symbolized a chance at breaking free of the bonds of family obligation and tradition. Chancing the stars, living for the moment and never looking back had its appeal. After four years of living up to expectations that were never her own in a high school that tried to push her to her limits, the chance of escape was too good to let pass through her fingers. Of course, when Janice Rand had completed her application to become enlisted as a crewman in Star Fleet, she had not known what truly awaited her. It was not the long hours or the intense training, it was the job which the 'Fleet's know-it-all personality test had assigned her. Janice Rand was going to be the Captain's Yeoman.

Assignment on the Enterprise was an honor, a highly coveted honor, so when Rand had been chosen to serve along side Captain Kirk, to say the least she was surprised to be selected. Not that she doubted her skills, she just believed she would have been kept close to the Academy or on a Star Base. Some how it was more daunting to know she would serve a much younger man. The Admirals in San Francisco seemed resigned to the fact they would be teaching the next generation, but to be trained by a man closer to her own age would likely cause more friction and unforgiving compromises. It had been a thought that caused her to spend her last night Earth-bound tossing and turning.

Because she had been in basic training during the Narada attack, her placement would coincided with the Enterprise's launch on her five year mission. Day one on any job was never going to be the best, and in the back of her mind Rand knew that, but that simple thought did not keep her hands from shaking on the turbo lift to the bridge. Placing one foot in front of the other, Rand made her grand entrance onto the bridge of the Enterprise, not that a soul seemed to notice her. Knowing her place, she quickly rushed towards the Captain's chair, standing just behind his line of vision collecting herself.

Stepping around to stand beside him and putting on a brave front, she politely introduced herself to her Captain. "Captain Kirk, I am Yeoman Janice Rand." She stood at attention awaiting his response.

James T. Kirk had raised an eyebrow at her polite introduction and his only response had been a cold near-sneer. "You are a woman." Things in her life had gone from bad to extremely worse. She could see the Navigator's eyes widen in shock at his assessment and the Pilot's attempt to stifle a laugh.

Clearing her throat, and remembering just how bad she didn't want to get kicked out of Star Fleet on her first assignment, Rand nodded. "Yes, sir." Surprisingly none of the sarcasm in her mind had slipped into her tone. The once proud and well-spoken woman simply ceased to exist under the stare of the blonde man as he circled her. Identity within the ranks was not conducive to a highly efficient starship.

His blue eyes ran over her form, no doubt taking in her curves, before shrugging with his mouth turning down in a frown. "Well, introductions aren't needed, I'm sure you know who I am, so let's just get down to business." He turned and led her into his Ready Room.

Kirk proceeded to tell her exactly how he wanted everything done, from how he liked his coffee to when he wanted staff meetings scheduled. Furiously, she scribbled notes on her PADD and recorded their conversation just in case she missed something. He expected to be briefed every morning by her, so she would have to review all the department's reports and give him a synopsis on the way from his quarters to the bridge. During the day she was to take all transmissions from Starfleet Command and either redirect them or field the questions for him. She was to know everything about everyone on the ship, including birthdays, age, and home world. In short, she was to supply him with everything he needed to know about the crew and the ship, and he would be the one to make the decisions.

Finally he stopped and she was able to catch up her notes. "And finally, Yeoman, I would prefer if you wore a skirt uniform like the one Lieutenant Uhura wears." He smirked at her, knowing he was pushing her buttons, testing to see how far the Captain's immanent domain reached. The glint in his blue eyes would have told others in his crew he was merely teasing the young woman.

Her cheeks flashed as red as her uniform top, her mouth in a firm line. "Yes, sir." The only two words she spoke to him the entire day once more rolled from her lips, though admittedly a little more forced than before. Ducking her head, she made a note to change her wardrobe, totally missing the surprised look Kirk gave her submissive frame.

A/N: Thanks for reading.

After I re-read this I realized how bad I made Jim look, but it's from her POV and she doesn't know him yet.

Is it worth going on? The muse has awoke from her three month slumber…