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captain james t. kirk (buckleup) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-07-27 00:00:00

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WHO: James T. Kirk & Seven of Nine
WHEN: backdated to after Kirk returns to normal
WHERE: their apartment
RATING: TBA

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Jim wanted out of this horrid uniform that the Qs -- this as their doing, wasn't it? -- had felt it appropriate to stuff him in when he came to after being prodded awake in that bar he frequented by the one of the locals. It had a Starfleet emblem on him, but the red theme and the way the pants poofed at the top of the boots...it wasn't anything that Starfleet was currently using or had used. Must've been from when he was the admiral version of himself, judging from what Nurse Chapel had told him. A fat future admiral version of himself. He could fit a small child where the uniform was gaping at his midsection.

He made his way to astrometrics, to what was now his permanent residence, according to the PDA. Not that he minded, he'd been practically living at Seven's anyway since he found out his dad was alive and in Colligo, when he'd flipped out and gone to the one place he knew no one would find him. Didn't mean he wasn't curious about who the hell was making these changes or assigning the rooms in the first place. Odd how he could hack the systems for the Kobayashi Maru test, but couldn't get into the network that was connected to the PDAs. It frustrated him like so many other things in this city.

Knocking wasn't needed. He never knocked, just let himself in and now wasn't any different. Shutting the door behind him, he rubbed at his eyes as he stepped into astrometrics.

"Sev?"

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nolongerborg
2009-07-27 03:32 pm UTC (link)

When Jim had first begun to call her by the shortened version of the nickname she already used, Seven hadn't been quite sure what to think of it. 'Sev'. It was short, odd-sounding on her tongue, and so extremely informal that had anyone else used it she likely would have felt uncomfortable. However, as their relationship progressed from purely professional to friends and then, ultimately, to something more, Seven had grown almost fond of the name. It was something that only Jim used, something special and unique between the two of them.

And when she'd been turned back into her normal self after some time spent as an alternate version of the young Annika Hansen, Seven had missed the name almost as much as she'd missed the man.

To hear it again only confirmed what she already knew to be true. Jim was, at long last, back to his original self. Relief that she neither voiced nor showed washed over her and a hint of a smile curved the corner of her mouth upward. He couldn't see it, not from her position crouched in front of the large counter top-style table in the middle of Astrometrics, but it was there nonetheless.

Finishing with the task she'd been working on - mainly welding together a few wires that young Annika had taken apart 'just to see what they did' - Seven rose back to her full height and eyed the man from across the room. Her eyes shone with emotion that wasn't quite evident upon her face unless you knew how to recognize it. Her tone was even, yet still lined with an undercurrent of pleasure as she responded.

"I am here," she stated simply. "I am merely attempting to repair the damage caused to the system due to Annika's natural curiosity."

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buckleup
2009-07-27 04:41 pm UTC (link)

"You wrecked your own place," Jim said with more fondness in his voice than there was amusement. "Just like a drunken frat boy left to his own devices." ...coming, of course, from someone who'd been that drunken frat boy.

Seeing her was a relief, even if he didn't remember what it had been like to be fifteen again, or what it was like to be the Admiral Kirk that old Spock had been so familiar with; that man that he both wanted nothing to do with and wanted to be like so badly at the same time. It was an odd sort of conflict. He wasn't that James Kirk, he knew he wasn't, but at the same time...he craved to have that sort of greatness surrounding him that so easily gained respect and admiration from everyone here who was familiar with that television show. To be told he'd been the man for a period of time and to have woken up in his uniform? It was...surreal, to say the least; and an experience he couldn't help but feel cheated out of.

He shrugged out of that awful red jacket, so that he was left in just that long-sleeved white shirt with the awkward and thick collar, holding the too-red thing out so he could stare at it. "...Starfleet really wore these for a while?"

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nolongerborg
2009-07-28 07:20 pm UTC (link)

Seven didn't particularly find the humor in his statement but she also didn't find much humor in most things that others did. She did, however, enjoy the fact that he seemed to enjoy the idea of some alternate version of her destroying something she'd spent so long piecing together bit by painstaking bit. Others might have gotten insulted, she was certain, but the fact that Jim was finding enjoyment out of it was enough reason for her to be glad she'd mentioned it.

Eying the uniform with a look of mild disdain - at least for her - she gave a tip of her head. "Starfleet underwent several uniform changes over the centuries," she stated, partially turning and placing the welding materials on a small table she'd designated for tools meant to keep the lab running smoothly. Once her hands were free she stepped around the long counter that served as a makeshift console area and moved toward the closet near the cot shoved up against the far wall. Truly were it not for the closet, and the bed itself, there would be no proof remaining that this had once in fact been a bedroom.

Reaching inside, she pulled out the uniform that Jim had begun keeping there 'just in case' not long after the Gentlemen had departed from Colligo. "That particular style was introduced the latter part of the twenty-third century and carried through until the mid twenty-fourth century," she added as she held his own uniform out for him to take, the eyebrow containing her cortical node arching ever so slightly.

"Your uniform style also differs from those worn in the original timeline at the same date that you hail from. Likely another change which resulted from the deviation in the timestream."

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buckleup
2009-07-29 04:09 pm UTC (link)

He was glad to hear that Starfleet eventually got rid of the style of uniform he was currently wearing...and currently ridding himself of as he tossed the jacket onto the lone chair that migrated around the room depending on where Jim decided to sit upon it. Jim was not the modest type, something he proved in that moment as he pulled the white collared shirt up and over his head and dropped it onto the jacket, leaving himself bare from the waist up. Only after he'd bent over and untied those imitation combat boots and kicked them off did he reached for the uniform she had held out to him, pulling it off the hanger and setting the gold top and pants aside as he pulled that black undershirt over his head and slid his arms through the sleeves. The pants could wait. He'd fixed the belt on these well enough to make them stay on his hips and without the boots, they didn't poof awkwardly too far above his ankles anymore.

"Much better," he said, smoothing his hands against his stomach to straighten out the fabric. Jim smiled at her. "Thanks."

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nolongerborg
2009-07-30 03:45 pm UTC (link)

While Seven, also, found modesty to be irrelevant, she couldn't deny the reaction she felt at the sight of Jim sans his shirt. She could easily diagnose everything she felt in a medical context - an increase of her heart rate, a minor dilation of her pupils, a tightening in her stomach as her endorphin levels began to rise - all of the reactions were based in science and completely and wholly typical of someone who found the other person aesthetically pleasing. Yet there was more to it than a mere biological response. Something far more personal, emotion-based, and almost terrifying for a woman who had minimal experience in such matters.

In a way, she found herself grateful when he pulled on the other shirt. It enabled her to begin focusing on something other than his state of partial undress. Nodding her acknowledgment at his gratitude, she glanced past him to the console rather than comment on the situation as she typically was wont to do. Some things, she had learned while aboard Voyager, did not need to be analyzed and discussed in depth. Some things were simply best left unsaid.

Fortunately for her, any potential chance to change her mind and comment was taken from her when a red warning message flashed across the large, flat-screened TV that served as their makeshift viewscreen. In an instant, Seven went from slightly flustered and uncertain in her attraction to the man beside her to the professional, competent woman who had recreated a twenty-fourth century section of a starship in a twenty-first century apartment.

She stepped past Jim and to the counter. Her fingers danced quickly across the keyboards as she tried to analyze the reason for the warning. Within a few seconds she had the source and glanced briefly over at Jim. "It would appear our sensors have detected an anomaly currently in rotation with the planet," she stated. Looking back to the readout, she continued, "High levels of unknown metals are present, possibly signifying proof of a vessel of unknown origin."

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buckleup
2009-07-31 01:18 pm UTC (link)

Jim had been occupying himself with pulling on the gold shirt of his uniform when the message made itself known and Seven stepped away from him. In the fraction of a second, the reckless young man shifted from fun loving Jim Kirk to the Starfleet Captain who'd given a Romulan from the 24th Century a run for his money and saved the entire Earth in the process. He moved up next to her, hands moving across the keyboard as well as he brought up data on another screen and read over it as his mind sifted through the information he'd absorbed during his years at the Academy where he'd paid attention far more closely than anyone, save Bones and Admiral Pike, would have expected of him.

"Detecting high levels of silicate, ammonium sulfate, methane, nitrogen, carbon monoxide..."

His hands halted as he looked from the screen, to Seven, and back to the screen.

"That's no ship...that's another moon."

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nolongerborg
2009-08-01 02:49 am UTC (link)

At almost the exact moment that Jim had the realization that sensors had detected another moon, Seven received as close to confirmation as was possible upon the smaller computer screen she was monitoring. Her own gaze flickered briefly to his and she tipped her head ever so slightly in confirmation. "Affirmative," she responded simply, "readings confirm. It appears to be partially obscured, however a number of factors could be responsible for such a determination."

Her lip curled slightly in a mixture of frustration and disgust as she added, "The antiquated technology prevents us from making a more accurate determination." Really, it was almost too much to bear at times, the things they were forced to work with. She was from a time much further advanced than even his. She had once been Borg. She had never had such things as common place as the scanning of nearby moon be an issue.

Seven's attention turned back to Jim at that point, blue eyes meeting his and her features once again calm. Her tone was once more slightly aloof. "Regardless of the lack of information, the fact that this is a second moon clearly indicates we are not located on Earth." Which was precisely what their original hypothesis had been based on the slightly misaligned stars overhead, but now they at least knew it for certain.

Unfortunately, they were still no closer to determining where they actually were located.

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buckleup
2009-08-05 08:16 pm UTC (link)

"Hey."

Jim stepped away from the keyboard he'd been typing away at, tearing his gaze from the monitor to focus on the former drone at his side as he reached out to brush the back of his fingers against one of her cheeks. When given the right opportunity, Jim was quite the affectionate person, something that any good psychologist would more than likely attribute to the fact that he had been starved of it as a child and was making up for it in his adult years when he was better able to access it -- said psychologist would probably point out that such is where his womanizer habits and flare for spending time in beds that weren't his came from, too. Not that Jim realized any of that, of course, but he'd been prevented from touching her after he changed out of that uniform by something that demanded his attention as one half of the command presence in Colligo, but the way she'd appeared uncomfortable in the face of this information and this technology gave him the opportunity to step back into Jim Kirk's shoes and tend to his duties as a captain later.

"We'll figure this out. We've made good progress, even if your younger self did try and tear this room apart." Attempt at humor? Affirmative. "We just need more time."

More time. Normally, that would frustrate him, but more time meant more time with Seven, for Jim knew and well understood that when they found a way back, he would go back to his alternate timeline in the 23rd Century, while she returned to the timeline Ambassador Spock hailed from in the 24th.

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nolongerborg
2009-08-07 04:52 am UTC (link)

"It is... frustrating," Seven admitted. "I am uncomfortable when faced with a lack of technology. To be reliant upon something as archaic as this." She stopped, not wanting to continue with her statement. Not seeing the point. It couldn't be changed, and complaining was irrelevant.

She also knew that he was right. Given enough time, they would solve the issues they were facing. Yet the fact that solving said issues didn't mean they were going to be able to return home didn't help matters. Nor did the fact that, as much as Seven missed Voyager, she would have to say goodbye to Jim once they did find a way to return. Such a realization caused her to be quite torn over the situation. She had to try her best to get them out of the city - she couldn't do any less than her best, it just wasn't possible - but some part of her wanted nothing more than to leave the problem to someone else to solve so she could enjoy what time she had left with him.

That wasn't an option though, not for her. No, Seven couldn't just ignore her duties and focus on her personal life. Nor could Jim.

"Perhaps we should inform the inhabitants of the city. They may offer useful suggestions," she finally stated, not sure quite what else to say. They definitely weren't on Earth but didn't know anything more than that. Frustrating, she was starting to think, didn't begin to cover how she felt.

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