Finally, Navarre had been able to get back to his quarters. He threw his shirt into a chair as he headed towards the bed. He groggily removed one boot and sent it flying. Today was looking like the longest day since his journey had begun. He pressed the engineering button on the intercom next to his bed. "Engineering." Came the cheery voice. "Blue," He almost called out with delight. "I'm tuning it. Get your butt to the bridge and take control for a few hours." "You want me to command the ship?" Her voice sounded bewildered. "You are second in command." He almost growled with annoyance. "Yes sir." "Bridge. Now!" "And I don't want to know or hear of anything even if Klingons appear." "Y..Yes sir." He punched the intercom off angrily. He started to lift his leg for the other boot; the intercom whistled. "Son of a..." He cut the sentence off and punched the button angrily. "What?!" He nearly yelled in a raised voice. "Medley, Captain." The Doctors voice sounded concerned. "I think you better get back here. Like ten minutes ago." His shoulders shrugged. "On my way." His voice dropped. He flipped the comm button off again. He sat motionless for a moment and then slowly rose to retrieve his boot.