captain james t. kirk (buckleup) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-06-21 22:19:00 |
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CHARACTERS: James T. Kirk, George Kirk
LOCATION: Building B, 2nd Floor, Room #208B
TIME: the morning after Bones' not!death, the sound's return, and Winona's arrival
NOTES: some language, otherwise you're fine
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The bright light of morning filtered in through the window in the room that was neither his own or the one of Seven's that he often crashed in. No, this bed was someone else's. Jim rolled over onto his stomach and smelled the pillow, inhaling the strange, yet oddly semi-familiar sent that covered it. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, which were crusted over with the dried remnants of tears.
Tears.
Jim slumped forward as it all came rushing back to him. Running scans with Seven, finding Jo in the hall, Bones being attacked, him being unarmed and freezing up, Seven saving his ass, Bones dying... Bones dying. Bones was dead, he reminded himself. Dead. That realization felt like Sam was explaining to him that Winona wasn't coming back all over again, only it hurt much worse. He sat in that position for what felt like hours that was in reality only a few minutes before he managed to disentangle himself from the sheets of his father's bed and padded over to the door and exited the room.
"Fucking Christ, feels like I threw my ass in front of a goddamn bus," he groaned, lifting a hand to the back of his neck as he rolled his head, wincing as the muscles protested and--
Those blue Kirk eyes went wide.
"Holy fuck, I can hear myself talk." He stomped a foot to make sure he wasn't just making this up in his head. He sighed heavily in relief. At least something was going right.