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captain james t. kirk (buckleup) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-10-16 00:39:00

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!closed, claire winchester

WHO; James T. Kirk & Claire Bennet
WHERE; courtyard between Buildings A & C
WHEN; afternoon after Gaila's arrival and this post
RATING; TBA

If it wasn't for the fact that he was very, very aware of the reasons that had led to him drinking that much, he'd be questioning just why the hell he'd went and done that. Just how much had he and Uhura drank, anyway? He couldn't remember -- nor could he remember when Uhura had left and how, exactly, she'd gotten back to her and Spock's apartment. He knew that he should probably check in with her and see how she was doing, as well as several other things that were both of the being a good friend and captainly kind, but he was in no state to be doing anything close to that at the moment with the way his head was throbbing and his stomach was lurching. He'd almost lost the contents of his stomach in the elevator and had to stop and sit down on this bench as walking to the café down the street to get a cup of coffee had suddenly become the worst idea he'd ever had.

After a while of sitting there, staring at the ground, he attempted to stand again, hoping that maybe sitting still had helped to--

"Bad idea, bad idea."

Nope. Still dizzy. Stomach still churning.

Kirk sat back down. Looks like this bench was his new best friend for a while. Maybe the bushes over yonder if needed, too.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-10-16 05:52 am UTC (link)

Claire was on her way to the store to pick up a few groceries. She had the day off work and no scheduled classes and was spending the majority of her free time doing errands. First had been laundry, then a much-needed cleaning of the apartment. Now was the grocery store and, after that... actually, she realized as she stepped out of her apartment building and into the courtyard, she didn't have anything planned after the store. It was the last on her Definite Must Do Today list.

Maybe I'll take a bubble bath. Order some take-out and just relax. Anything that doesn't involve schoolwork or- Her thoughts were cut short at the sight that greeted her as she fully entered the courtyard.

Jim Kirk, perched on the edge of a bench as though it was the only thing keeping him from falling face-first into the dirt at his feet. If it weren't for the fact that he looked as though he might be sick, Claire would have been amused.

As it was, she simply made her way toward him with a concerned look upon her face. "Hey," she said with a hint of a grin as she drew near, "you look like you've seen better days."

Okay. Maybe she was a little amused. It wasn't everyday you saw a man who was larger than life like he was, in such an obviously cowed state. Or at least, she didn't see things like that very often.

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buckleup
2009-10-20 09:36 am UTC (link)

"I feel like I've seen better days," was his answer, his words half-stifled by a groan that he hadn't even bothered to try and hold back. He was miserable and he looked it and this was Claire, so what was the point in trying to hide it? The girl had shot him and seen him laying in a pool of his own blood. Surely being doubled over from a hangover was a prettier sight than that.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-10-20 11:31 am UTC (link)

Hmm. Claire wasn't sure whether something had happened or if he'd done this to himself. There was a faint bit of concern for the former, although she was leaning toward the latter. This was Jim, after all. If there was anyone, anywhere, capable of putting themselves through the wringer in ways they really shouldn't, he would be the one.

Still. Regardless of the reason for his current state, she couldn't very well just leave him. So she moved up alongside him, dropping down onto the available spot left on the bench and turning her gaze to study him from the side. It was as she drew in a breath to speak again that she caught of whiff of what she knew was quite likely the reason for his current state.

Alcohol. It wasn't coming from his clothing or his breath, but seemed to be seeping directly out of his skin. He smelled like a distillery. Especially to Claire, who didn't bother drinking because she couldn't even get drunk.

With a slight crinkling of her nose, the blond sighed softly. "Hungover, I take it?" she mused, although it wasn't so much a question as a statement of fact that just happened to be phrased with the opportunity for him to deny it. She doubted he would, though. Now that she knew what she was looking at, the signs were obvious. With another sigh, she shook her head.

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buckleup
2009-10-25 05:28 pm UTC (link)

It was a bit of both. Something had indeed happened, but it was Kirk's reaction the something that had happened which caused him to fall into this this hungover state of utter misery. It probably wasn't the best way to handle the situation, but it was the only way he knew how to react; the only way he and Uhura both knew how to react, for it was a pain they were both dealing with. So much had happened for Kirk lately. His father had went home, then Seven, and now Gaila was here. He hadn't loved Gaila. They were intimate, but it wasn't love, but she had been a good friend and a face that he knew who had died in those horrid attacks on Vulcan. She'd been the personification in his mind for so long of all the people who'd been lost on those ships -- how else was he supposed to react.

"Yeah," he groaned in confirmation. "Kinda overdid it last night."

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x_clairebear_x
2009-10-30 04:24 am UTC (link)

"Clearly," Claire replied in a dry tone. She frowned at him for a second, briefly considering just leaving him there in his misery. It'd serve him right if she did. But even as she thought about it, she knew she wouldn't. Especially when she had the means to actually help him.

"I should let you suffer," she muttered as she reached into her purse. Pulling out a syringe, she pulled the cap off the needle and shot him a disapproving look. "You need to learn that alcohol isn't going to take away your problems, Jim. In fact, in your case, it almost seems to just make them worse."

Hefting up the front of her shirt enough to expose the skin, Claire jabbed the needle into her stomach. Holding it still with one hand, she began to pull the blood up through the needle while still frowning in his general direction. "You're a grown man and, besides that, you're one of if not the face of command around here. Having you falling down drunk every other night doesn't exactly instill confidence in the masses."

Finished withdrawing her blood, she sighed heavily then her expression changed to one of concern. "Besides which," she pointed out in a more gentle tone, "it's bad for you. And I don't want to lose you."

Claire flashed him a small smile at that admission. Then she calmly grasped his hand with one of her own, twisted it so his wrist was visible, and slid the needle into one of his protruding veins.

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