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James T Kirk ([info]jimmytkirk) wrote in [info]dunwichgame,
@ 2025-06-02 00:16:00

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Entry tags:!log/thread/narrative, star trek: christine chapel, star trek: james t kirk

Jim & Christine
decisions were made
Jim hadn't set out to get into a fight that night, though he knew he'd been on that path for a few days now. Either that or he was going to find someone to take him home and make him stop thinking that way - and really he wasn't sure either of those options was the right one. But then he'd been at some bar and this guy just would not take no for an answer. And unlike Khan or Spock or anyone else, Jim didn't feel any particular compunction about this man seeing him in less than upstanding form.

And one thing led to another and Jim was now sitting around at MIST rather than the local police precinct thanks to their local sheriff - who was apparently someone just like him, trapped here in a life he didn't choose. He was just handling it a little better than Jim was currently.

He didn't know why he'd called Christine to come spring him, maybe because the alternative was Spock - and he couldn't let his first officer see him like this anymore than he could allow Khan to see him like this. He'd be just as likely to end up in another fight if he'd called him. So Christine had been the only choice. Khan's words that she had a kind heart rang in his ears in that moment while he waited - that and the throbbing in the back of his head. A part of him still missed this, the familiar ache of a good fight.

But he knew come morning he wouldn't be thinking the same thing. He exhaled slowly, letting his head tip back his eyes closing as he waited, counting out the seconds in his head.

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-03 01:38 am UTC (link)
Christine was still getting used to being up in the daytime and asleep at night. With Karuna finally sleeping through the night, she'd been able to turn the kitten back over to Khan's care. But it was a pretty slow-going arrangement, despite that, and she did get the occasional house-call. But to be summoned to MIST late at night, that was as worrisome as it was intriguing. She'd thought maybe it was just an early hangover from drinking to great excess, but getting there and seeing Jim looking like he'd lost a brawl was just a bit on the surprising side of things.

"Jim," she murmured as she moved closer to him. "Are you alright? What happened?" Suddenly she wished she'd brought her medkit with her. As it was, she was in purple yoga pants and a cream-colored tank top, just a mild analgesic in a hypospray in her half-zipped pink hoodie, which she'd pulled on over her sleeping clothes to keep off the chill of the night. On her feet were a pair of ballet flats -- not exactly the sort of thing that you could run well in in case of an emergency, but better than nothing.

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-03 02:02 am UTC (link)
"M'fine," Jim didn't quite slur, but then again he was perhaps not the right judge of such things in this moment, but he opened his eyes to look at Christine as she approached him. "Just had a little bit of a disagreement with the locals while I was out tonight." He explained, not sure he was ready to get into just how short his temper had been earlier in the night, he was feeling better tonight. A fight always ended up settling him, it was stupid and a bad habit, and unbecoming of a Starfleet officer, but he wasn't really that here anymore was he?

"I'm sorry to have dragged you out here tonight," He said with complete sincerity. That much he felt bad over, but as he'd deliberated with himself so much on earlier, she'd been the only person he felt like he could call. "Care to take a trip through the portal back to Pickman with me?" It wasn't exactly like using a transporter but it was even more convenient if this was the only place you wanted to go.

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-03 02:11 am UTC (link)
Christine smiled softly. Oh, she sure had heard that line before. Fine was the other f-word in her book, as far as she was concerned. "How much pain are you in?" she asked as she sat down next to him, turning his face toward hers so she could do a quick assessment of the damage -- most importantly his pupils. Those bright blue eyes of his seemed even and responsive to the change in light as she passed a hand over them to cast a shadow so she could observe the response. "Did you hit your head on the way down?" she asked.

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-03 02:38 am UTC (link)
Jim was well used to this, with Bones as his personal doctor he'd been patched up by him on any number of occasions, though thankfully it hadn't been for reasons quite as embarrassing as this. He usually had a good reason for needing to go to medical, tonight though? All he had was what remained of his pride as Christine assessed the extent of his injuries. "It's not too bad, maybe a three or four out of ten, it's not my first time."

He shook his head, "Nah, any damage was all done from the front." You learned pretty early on to protect your head when you were getting into fights as often as he had been once upon a time. So at least he'd held on to that bit of experience. "What's the diagnosis?" He asked, "Will I live?"

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-03 02:45 am UTC (link)
Christine sighed and shook her head, but she was smiling softly. "Yes, you'll live," she assured him. "But we need to do something about that nose or it'll heal crooked. She reached into her pocket for the hypo. "Let me give you some pain meds -- nothing too strong, but by the time we get back to a medkit, it'll make setting this a lot less uncomfortable."

She pressed the device to Jim's neck, pressing the activator and listening for the hiss to stop before putting the hypo back into her pocket. Then she got to her feet, offering him a hand up. "Come on. It's pretty quiet right now at Pickman. Pretty sure we can avoid most of the nosy neighbors."

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-03 03:53 am UTC (link)
"Some people say that sort of thing is an indicator of character," Jim reasoned, it wouldn't have been the first time he'd had his nose broken, and he highly doubted it would be the last. Of course he had up to this point taken care to actually have most of his injuries seen to. He might not be vain exactly, but he was well aware of what he looked like if nothing else.

He was used to the stick of a hypo, between Bone's tending to him and his own reckless history he'd had plenty throughout his lifetime. He even managed not to wince at the press of this one against his neck. "Thank you," He accepted her hand as he got to his feet with a low groan, feeling the ache of his evening's excitement and his drinking. He hadn't even managed to get drunk before he got in his fight, which was probably for the best if he was being honest with himself. A broken nose and a hang over was a lot for him these days. So he'd stick with the one. "For coming to collect me." For more than that too but putting all of that into words right then was a little bit beyond his abilities.

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-03 04:04 am UTC (link)
Christine gave him a smile and a nod of acknowledgment as she led the way back to the portal, his hand still in hers as they walked. "So, what was the fight about?" she asked out of curiosity. It wasn't strictly her business, really, but context mattered in everything.

As the portal activated, she held his hand a bit tighter while they were in the in-between place, only loosening her grip when they were both safely in the lobby of the boarding house. She only let go when they approached the narrow stairwell to go upstairs.

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-03 04:14 am UTC (link)
Jim let her lead the way, though it was hardly necessary. It was some small comfort to not feel like he needed to put on airs, after all he still had blood on his face - his own of course, not that it made that fact any better - it was others he wasn't eager to have see him like this. They stepped through the portal together, moving from the MIST entrance to the lobby of Pickman, it was still strange.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to that." He admitted with a soft laugh, it wasn't even that he preferred the transporter, it was just far more familiar than the almost nothing he felt moving through the portal. As for the fight? "I guess you've never sat down at a bar and had someone get angry at you for not looking quite like they think you should for that kind of drinking establishment?"

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-03 04:29 am UTC (link)
Christine laughed softly at that as they walked up the stairs. "Not that, exactly, but I have gotten quite a few strange looks in my day. But generally people are too smart to try and start something with a woman in a novice's habit. It's got to be the wimple and veil that does it." Ah, those faraway halcyon days when she thought she wanted to be a nun. She was so thankful that she'd come to her senses early in the process.

She stopped at the door labeled Apartment 213 with its cheery message board on the door that read 'The Nurse Is SLEEPING. Emergencies only, please.' in graceful block letters. It took just a couple of seconds to unlock the deadbolt and open the door. She stepped inside and turned on the kitchen light, gesturing for Jim to take a seat at the table while she fetched the medkit from one of the shelves underneath the bed loft.

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-03 04:40 am UTC (link)
"I can see why that'd earn you a few looks," Jim agreed, she certainly didn't look like the type that might have ended up on that path even for a portion of her life. But as he well knew, looks could be deceiving. It wasn't the sort of thing you saw much of anymore, at least not in his world - sure there were places people still practiced, but Jim had never found his way to those places. Probably because the idea of any sort of god like being was quite frankly an impossibility in his mind. But that was his own path, he didn't expect everyone else to feel the same.

He sat when they made it to her room, watching her as she found her kit. The anxious frustrated energy that had lead him to the bar earlier that evening had all but seeped out of him, he wasn't feeling quite so ready to break the way he had been for days now. But then he'd known this was what he'd needed all along - he just hadn't wanted to own up to that until now. "I suppose you still get a few looks these days though," He guessed, "For different reasons of course."

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-03 04:48 am UTC (link)
"I like to think so," she replied as she returned to the table and opened the medkit. She took a moment with the medical tricorder to scan Jim's head and torso, making certain that the broken nose was the only injury that needed immediate attention. Then she took out a set of microgravity splints and placed them on either side of the break and one on top of it. "Take a deep breath," she warned him, and she made sure he actually did so before activating the splints which moved the displaced cartilage back into its, proper placement. She left them, in place while she prepped the small regenerator to speed the healing along.

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-03 05:20 am UTC (link)
Jim let himself be scanned and looked at while Christine assessed the situation before her, and then got to work fixing his broken nose. Even knowing what she was doing didn't magically make it all an entirely easy affair, he winced as the splints were activated and his nose shifted back into place making him groan. "God that never gets any easier." Maybe one of these days they'd invent something to simply change things at will. But that was still a little beyond his own time - It was the sort of thing he should have asked the elder Spock about.

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-03 12:54 pm UTC (link)
Christine made short work of getting the bruising and abrasions on Jim's face healed up, leaving the nose for last because i would take a bit longer. She held the device there for several long moments before it beeped the completion cycle. "Now I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, but try not to break your nose again in the next week or so while your body finishes its natural healing processes," she said as she put the device away. Then she got up and went to what passed for kitchen storage for a washcloth, soaking it in warm water then wringing it out before returning to her patient to clean the blood off of his face and see if there was any more damage that needed attention.

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-04 05:06 am UTC (link)
There was something comforting about the same sort of speech he'd heard any number of times from medical professionals throughout his life. Bones and others had said as much to him time and time again and now here he was once more, with someone new offering him the same advice. "Yes ma'am." He chuckled and offered her a small salute, hardly regulation but considering the circumstances he thought it was probably allowed. "This isn't really the kind of first impression I'd want to make on you," Though he supposed they were past first impressions, even here. He'd mucked things up with the Christine of his world already, and now here he was falling right back into bad habits here.

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-04 06:51 am UTC (link)
Christine chuckled at Jim's words. "And what sort of first impression would you like to have made on me?" she asked. "Because from where I'm sitting, I'm not being threatened with a lirpa or a bat'leth or any sort of live ammunition, so it's coming up roses."

She finished with his face then picked up one of his hands to wipe away the blood there as well.

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-04 07:51 pm UTC (link)
"Maybe something with a little less blood," He suggested in an off handed kind of way. It wasn't so bad really he knew, it just looked bad, "Maybe It'd be aboard my ship," He imagined, the Captain thing was always a very good first impression in his experience. "Something more like that." Not that anything even remotely like that was possible here, or even in his own world, they were from entirely different places, the Jim she knew wasn't a Captain yet - he did take some small amount of satisfaction knowing he'd gotten there first, but if Prime!Spock's memories were to be believed he'd get there soon enough.

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-04 08:10 pm UTC (link)
Christine smiled at him as she worked on cleaning the rest of the blood off of his hands. "Ah, now there's the goldshirt I expected to meet." When the blood was scrubbed off, she tossed the washcloth into the kitchen sink for later dealing with. "Which lovely lady is yours? My Jim's first officer of the Farragut. I expect they'll bump him up to captain in a few more years. If we get back, that is."

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-04 09:00 pm UTC (link)
The Farragut. Jim supposed maybe if things had gone differently he'd have ended up there too at some point, but the Enterprise had always been his goal. He wondered if the same was true for the other Kirk, maybe Pike was even still the Captain in his world. He didn't know, he hadn't asked anyone who might know - which he realized now was only Christine. "The Enterprise." He answered, pleased to be able to claim her. "It was a bit of a chaotic situation that got me to the captaincy ahead of schedule, but I've been at the helm for a few years now." He told her.

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-04 09:12 pm UTC (link)
Christine looked at him in total shock for about three-quarters of a second -- and then she grinned. "Well then. It's no wonder Spock defers to you like he does," she remarked. "The Enterprise is one prestigious posting. Only the best of the best of the best even stand a chance of serving on her. Congratulations on your monumental achievement." She did wonder if his Captain Pike had given up his post willingly or if he'd been promoted in absentia ... and she refused to think that he might've died in battle, even though that was more than a little likely. Even lucky cats ran out of lives eventually.

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-04 09:19 pm UTC (link)
"Spock is my first officer." Even the brief amount of time that had changed had been nearly too much to handle for him, he hadn't been quite so aware of just how much he'd relied on Spock until Starfleet had conspired to separate them. But then fate had stepped in to put them back together, though Jim wondered if the trade off had been worth it. "I like to think I live up to her reputation." He said instead of voicing any of his more maudlin thoughts, he'd been letting them linger too much recently, and he needed to find a way past them.

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-04 09:26 pm UTC (link)
"If you didn't, then Spock would be the captain," Christine pointed out with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. She turned her attention from Jim just enough to put her equipment back into the medkit. "So, how much did you have to drink before you got into that fight? Am I going to be treating a hangover over breakfast?" The implication being that she wouldn't mind it at all if he stayed over.

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-04 09:37 pm UTC (link)
"Perish the thought," Jim feigned horror at the idea of Spock as captain, as if he wasn't fully aware of how stellar a job his First Officer would do, especially when he didn't have Jim goading him into emotional outbursts. They may have gotten off to a rocky start, but Jim thought they had a good foundation under them now. As for his head? He shook his head, "Can you believe I didn't even get through my second drink?" He asked her, like that was the real shock of the night.

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-04 09:45 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, that's criminal," Christine agreed with a look of sympathy. Then: "Rum or tequila? The bar is meager but open." She would've offered some of her grandfather's prize-winning moonshine, but alas she was in a world where it didn't exist yet. And she sure as hell didn't want to take up valuable floor space with a still of her own.

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[info]jimmytkirk
2025-06-04 10:00 pm UTC (link)
"That's what I said," Jim agreed easily, relieved that she wasn't holding his transgressions against him as they talked - instead offering him another drink. The bar really was meager, he'd have to buy her something as thanks for her help tonight he decided, making a mental note before he considered his options. "Hmmm probably should stick with rum if we don't want things getting out of hand." Tequila tended to bring out the worst in people in Jim's experience, including himself. So unless that was the aim of the night he trended toward other options.

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[info]nurse_hijinks
2025-06-04 10:49 pm UTC (link)
Christine smiled and pulled down a bottle of Kraken Classic and a pair of rocks-glass-sized mugs. One day she'd have proper barware, but for the moment she was living like a college student again. She brought the offering over, filling the mugs with a liberal pour of the dark spiced rum. "To bar brawls and new friends," she said and saluted him with the mug of rich alcoholic goodness before taking a long sip.

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