captain james t. kirk (![]() ![]() @ 2009-06-20 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed |
CHARACTERS: James T. Kirk, George Kirk, Amanda Grayson
LOCATION: Building B, 2nd Floor, Room #208B
TIME: after this and this
NOTES: angst warning?
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You shouldn't be alone right now.
Jim looked away from Uhura's message at the entrance to the bar behind him from where he was perched on the motorcycle that was near identical to the one he'd given away to that Ensign Nobody when he'd left Iowa for Starfleet. Had this been a situation involving any other person, Jim would've climbed off the bike and headed inside, fully willing and able to drown away his sorrow in alcohol and lose himself in the throws of passion with a pretty body or two; but indulging his usual methods of distraction didn't feel right and he couldn't bring himself to get off that bike. He looked down at the message again and reread it, part of him wanting to retort back that he was the captain, he didn't need someone to hold his hand and tell him it was going to be okay or shout at him for being stupid like Bones would be doing if he were still alive.
He shut his eyes tightly against the sudden wave of emotion that coursed through his being at such a thought, shutting off the PDA and pocketing it without really thinking about it. He didn't need to be here at this bar, didn't need to be drinking or sleeping with people whose names he would forget soon after learning them. He would never admit it, but Uhura was right. He didn't need to be alone--he didn't want to be alone, but he couldn't bring himself to not be alone by basking in the false comfort of strangers.
If asked how he managed to drive himself there, he wouldn't be able to say, for he wasn't sure himself, but when he pulled himself out of his thoughts, he found himself parking outside the apartment buildings and climbing off his bike. His legs carried him seemingly of their own will into the building and into the elevator and further when he stepped out of it and walked down the hall to a door that was not his or Seven's.
No, he couldn't burden the former drone with more of his problems, especially after she'd saved his ass and done more to try and protect Bones than he had. He didn't even know where Seven had went.
For a few minutes, all he did was stand outside the door. But then he raised a hand and knocked and was surprised to find that in that instance, the instinct to run and hide from this even further wasn't as strong as he would expect it to be. Instead, it was replaced by something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Not since he was eight-years-old.