captain james t. kirk (buckleup) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-06-29 18:18:00 |
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WHO: Seven of Nine & James T. Kirk
WHAT: discussing ust A much-needed discussion.
WHERE: make-shift astrometrics lab, as always
WHEN: after this, this and this
RATING: TBA
STATUS: in progress
NOTES: google doc started while IJ was down to be continued in comments
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SEVEN OF NINE
There were very few things that happened in Seven of Nine's life that she regretted. Not even her time spent as a Borg, nor the millions of lives she helped assimilate into the Collective, were issues that plagued her. They simply were facts that she couldn't change and therefore saw no reason to dwell on them for long. However, ever since Jim had left her quarters and headed to the clinic to check on his mother, Seven found herself with a very real regret that she couldn't ignore no matter how hard she tried.
She should have gone with him.
Yes, she knew that Jim Kirk could hold his own. She knew he was a full grown man who was more than capable of dealing with an ogre of a man who had abused him as a child. She also knew that he was more than equipped to handle both his mother and his father in the same place, at the same time. Yet some part of her really wished that she'd insisted upon tagging along despite all of that. Because on the off chance that he couldn't handle those things, Seven knew for a fact that she could.
It was strange, feeling such a thing when for the bulk of her life regret was a foreign concept. It was equally strange knowing that the feelings she had for Jim were the main reason she was regretting not having accompanied him on his trip. And it was even stranger to think that she was now standing in Astrometrics, staring blankly at a data as it scrolled down the computer screen, while her mind was stuck on just what it would mean if he didn't come back. The last worry, especially, made her almost wish that her feelings for him were still as unnoticed by her as they'd been not very long ago.
Irrelevant, she told herself yet again, giving a slight shake of her head in an attempt to re-focus her thoughts. I am aware. The realization cannot be undone. Nor did she really want it to, either. Not really.
Turning from the console, Seven finally made up her mind that she was going to simply go find him. Clearly her work wasn't going to get finished until she'd put her mind to rest, and until she'd re-assured herself that him not returning as quickly as she'd anticipated wasn't a sign that something nefarious had taken place. Her hand slid to her hip to ensure she was armed, both with her phaser as well as her tricorder, but before she could take a step toward the door that led into the rest of the apartment, her ears picked up the telltale sound of the exterior door opening. A quick glance at the monitor showed that it was, in fact, Jim.
She quickly turned back to her work and told herself that the feeling of pleasure that crept up her spine at the knowledge that he'd done as he said he would and returned was just as irrelevant as wishing she'd never been made aware of how she truly felt. That still didn't stop the ghost of a pleased smile that flickered across her features as she heard his footsteps drawing closer, though.
JAMES T. KIRK
Being around his mother while she was younger and not yet the bitter woman who had shunned him in his youth for being too much like a man she had been unable to save was awkward, to say the least. He was at a loss for what to say to her and found it was easier to communicate with the ensign over the network than it was in person--especially while she was injured. That urge to beat the ever living hell out of Frank for harming her was new, too, and he likened it more to the fact that he was well aware this wasn't the Winona that had married that bastard of a man, but the one who had loved his father so much it had broke her in two to lose him. Frank didn't have any right coming near her--or being here, for that matter. Whoever or whatever was responsible for this place had a sick, twisted sense of humor. His parents didn't need this. He didn't need this and if and when he found Frank, he was going to give that asshole a decent piece of his mind.
Unfortunately for Jim, his step-father was nowhere in sight. Frank had seemingly vanished, something Jim didn't know whether he should consider that a curse or a blessing. A large part of him hoped Frank had vanished from Colligo completely as some people had and gone back to wherever the hell it was he came from. Jim would be happier without that asshole here. He hadn't seen Frank in over three years and would rather keep it that way.
Dashing off to a bar to drown his frustrations in alcohol didn't seem like an option at the moment, as he found himself turning his bike automatically back towards the apartment, not really thinking about where he was going as she parked and slid of the seat and allowed his feet to carry him up to his floor and to Seven's door instead of his own. He didn't knock. He never knocked, save that first time he'd come here to hide from his problems upon waking up from a fabulous one-night stand to the news of his father's arrival. How long ago had that been? He wasn't sure, but knew that he'd developed somewhat of a habit of hanging out at Seven's, whether it was for work or for other reasons, but it felt...natural to him now.
Especially after Bones had been kind enough to clue him into the feelings he'd been harboring for the former drone; feelings he had all but admitted to her before his best friend informed him that Frank had hurt his mother.
"Anything new?" He asked casually as he reentered the room, sliding off his jacket and tossing it into the empty chair that got more use out of being a makeshift coat rack than a place to sit.
SEVEN OF NINE
"No," she responded simply as she finished scrolling through yet another useless report on the most recent scan of the city. The borders remained sealed even though they couldn't determine why, the night sky was still a near-duplication of what would be passing over parts of Earth at the same time, everything that stayed the same since the first scan Seven had taken back when she'd still been piecing together the Astrometrics lab. It was frustrating, to say the least, and not at all something she was accustomed to dealing with. Casting a glance at Jim as he stepped up beside her at the console, she realized it was just one of many new experiences for her. This one - having feelings for the man beside her that went beyond the mere friendship that had developed during the past few weeks - was definitely at the top of her list.
"How is your mother?" The question was out before she'd even really thought about it. Granted it really wasn't any of her business, but some part of Seven felt compelled to ask. Which was something else that she was starting to realize. Small talk was normally something she struggled with. Entire lessons with the Doctor had been spent (and in most cases wasted) on attempts to get her comfortable enough with simply finding a topic of conversation to discuss that wasn't strictly duty related. Yet with Jim, it came easy. For her, at least.
Idly Seven realized that, the way things were going, should anyone from Voyager arrive in Colligo they would scarcely be able to believe the impact that a single man had managed to have on her. She had a difficult time believing it herself, most days.