Wow, it's been FOREVER since I updated this! Fear not, I haven't forgotten/abandoned it. Real life has just gotten in the way. Here's another offering. Enjoy.

Chapter 9 – Form Fitting

"I don't see what the big deal is."

April paused slightly outside Chris' office.

"It's inappropriate, Chris." Ah. Sarah.

"How?" Chris challenged.

"Komack's going to have your hide when he sees this!"

"No, he won't," Chris negated gently. "And you didn't answer my question. What's inappropriate about this?"

April leaned against the wall. What are they talking about?

"Don't you think it's a bit…much?"

"You wouldn't want to know this about a potential yeoman?"

Curiosity peaked, April felt his eyebrows raise.

"It's too much!"

"They're gonna take me away from here and send me to a starbase, and I can't have a little fun with my yeoman's application form?"

"Do you think Rob would write this?" Sarah asked in that mother hen manner of hers.

"Yes!"

April bit his lip to keep from snickering.

"You had to know that was a dumb question," Chris said after a pause.

OK, I have to know. April stuck his head in and tried to look as if he hadn't been standing outside listening for the last few minutes. "Hi."

Chris leaned back in his chair. "Hey, Rob."

Sarah spun and fixed him with a stare. "Rob, read this."

April took the proffered PADD. "It's a yeoman form," he said. He looked up at his brother-in-law. "Yours?"

Chris nodded.

The admiral gave the application a cursory glance. "What's the big deal?"

"Read the end." Sarah crossed her arms.

April scrolled down to the bottom of the application.

Have you ever been involved and/or implicated in a plot to overthrow the United Federation of Planets?

If yes, please explain:_____________________________________________________________

If no, explain what has been stopping you:____________________________________________