InsaneJournal

Who: Kirk and Bones
What: A reunion, possibly a medical check up, and Kirk talks his way into Bones' room
Where: City of Illusions
When: Day 13, late evening
Rating/Warning: TBD



When James T. Kirk was 13, he'd stolen his father's antique car and drove it off a cliff. He'd managed to jump from the driver's seat minutes before it went over the edge and, even after that, he'd just barely been able to pull himself up over the ledge. When the officer finally brought him home he received the beating of his young lifetime. Eight years after that he was in the middle of a bar fight when an older man by the name of Christopher Pike walked in and saved him before turning his life around and pointing him in the right direction. He'd met Bones and the two of them began a friendship which would grow to mean the world to him. A year after that Frank tracked him down and Kirk showed in the room he shared with Bones sporting a brand new black eye and a couple of bruises he didn't want to talk about. His best friend had managed to save him from himself back then. Two years later Kirk managed to find his direction once more and saved the Earth from certain destruction and now, not even a week after that, Kirk found himself in unfamiliar territory where a woman from the past had told him that his life was fictional. That it had all been for nothing (though she hadn't actually said that) because his life wasn't real. But... how could that be true? His feelings, his experiences had all been so damn real.

He'd managed to fake it in front of her. When the situation called for it he could hide his feelings as well as, if not better than, anyone else. He just once again threw on a cocky smile and his normal devil may care attitude. As soon as he'd received his journal and room assignment and had left Faith behind, however, it was a different story completely. For most of the day he'd remained curled up upon his bed wondering just how his older counterpart would handle this. Sure, he'd never met the man but the elder Spock had shown him bits and pieces of himself (accidentally, of course). He couldn't help but wonder what this older, stronger, wiser Kirk who had known his father and was loved by their mother, who hadn't had Frank in his life would do. He'd finally grown tired of his own damn moping a little later in the evening and left his room.

If he'd thought the outdoors would do anything to improve his mood he was sorely mistaken. It was cold and damp and it rained entirely too damn much. Some Goblin creature he found outside handed him some kind of gun and attempted to explain the rules while Kirk narrowed his eyes scrutinizingly at the weapon which, according to the Goblin, wasn't really a weapon. It seemed like a fun concept but... Kirk wasn't really in the mood to try and shoot at people he didn't know in an attempt to get that high score no matter how badly he imagined he really really wanted that high score. Instead, he settled for wandering through the light rain and getting himself nice and soaked before heading back to his building and his room. If Bones were around he'd probably have something to say about his condition and his damp clothing but Bones wasn't here. "I never thought I'd miss a grumpy old man so damn much."