"I had a lapse of judgement"
Who: Sulu and Kirk What: Kirk makes some apologies. When: Before the thing with Frodo Where: Sulu's Apartment Rating: PG-13, mostly for language Status: Complete
Kirk had picked up the apartment, fixing plants and giving Pavel a work out, then done a much better job of fixing Scotty's dent.
Sulu didn't even know what to do with himself at the moment. He'd needed space from Kirk after everything that'd happened. He wasn't sure he was the kind of guy that had huge parties where people got drunk and ended up awkwardly kissing and watching porn.
He was especially disturbed by the porn. The dent in his wall was understandable and he held no ill will for Scotty, but the porn. And then there was the sex on his bed.
He'd spent most of the day sitting somewhere with coffee while accessing the network from his blackberry. He really, really didn't want to come home. He knew he'd have to, though, so eventually he came through the door, arms full of new stuff for his place.
A place that looked almost exactly the way it had before the party. A few things weren't in the right place, and some of the plants looked a wee bit worse for wear, but Kirk had worked himself to exhaustion to make up for being a dick.
Big bags printed with 'Bed Bath & Beyond' were dropped on the floor, and Sulu started taking a look around the place. He patted the plants that weren't doing too well and then inspected the newly-newly patched hole in the wall, then sighed.
"I guess it's nice to know that my new friends know how to make up for things, too," He finally admitted.
Pavel's head popped up from the couch, where he was sitting on Kirk's head as the man was watching something on Discovery. The ferret dooked, then tried to keep looking at Sulu as Kirk turned his head, "Hey."
Sulu headed over to the couch and rescued Pavel, then plopped down and plopped his ferret friend down on top of his lap.
"You shouldn't have done all that, though. Your hip is probably killing you."
"I pretended I was an immigrant maid who'd been shot in the hip and still forced to work."
"... This is why we can't have nice things," Sulu shook his head and beat back the little smirk of amusement that was threatening to overwrite his Very Stern and Pissed Off Face, "Because you wreck them and then pretend you're an immigrant."
"No english!"
He gave Sulu a grin, "I really do feel bad. I meant what I said. I guess I get a little out of hand."
Sulu snorted, then leaned back against the couch a bit and closed his eyes, "You didn't even ask, you know? I get a text message to bring home chips, there's porn on my television... I never even bothered with porn before, and I'm sure I don't want to again now."
Pavel bounced around on his lap a bit, and he scritched the ferret's forehead with a finger, "A lot of stuff happened."
"I just figured we all needed a change to have a bit of fun without an army of midgets running around," Kirk replied.
Sulu opened one eye and squinted it in Kirk's direction, "That's really the defense you're going to go with?"
"I had a lapse of judgement," He replied, drolly. "Mistakes were made."
"You were a dick, in my apartment, that I almost got kicked out of, and then slept with a woman on my bed. Not even my couch, no, my bed." Sulu closed his eyes again and sighed, "My car still smells like vomit a little. Scotty tried so hard to clean it. I LIKE you but you're really hard to live with some times, you know that?"
Kirk winced. Then winced a second time, then a third time, "In my defense...eh, nevermind, I deserve all that."
There was a long sigh,and Sulu finally shrugged, "Now that you're admitting you deserve it, it's less fun to keep bitching you out about it."
He got up off the couch and picked through his bags, then pulled out an air mattress, some sheets, and a blanket. He held them up to show Kirk, "This should be more comfy than sleeping on my couch. We can move stuff in Pavel's room around, if you want. Just ... no more wild and crazy parties, right?"
Hmm. Taking responsibility seemed to make people yell at him less. Who'dve thunk it?
"Sulu, you didn't need to, especially after what I did.."
"I have to trust you, and the only way I know to do that is to keep you here and see if I end up regretting it," Sulu set the packages down on the couch, "You shouldn't be alone. I can't just kick you out."
Kirk frowned a bit, "Maybe we need...something." He rubbed at his jaw, and then hit on an idea so crazy it just might work, "How about a trust exercise?" His eyes gleamed a bit, "I'll take you all out ino
Kirk frowned a bit, "Maybe we need...something." He rubbed at his jaw, and then hit on an idea so crazy it just might work, "How about a trust exercise?" His eyes gleamed a bit, "I'll take you all out into the wilderness for a weekend."
Sulu blinked a few times, then held out a hand like 'waitaminute', "Woah, slow down there. I don't have time for a wilderness weekend, and I'm really not sure that's a good idea. For all I know you'd just attract a bear, get drunk, and try to wrestle it for dominance or some other crazy thing."
He shook his head, "What we need is a few weeks of nothing crazy to recuperate from the crazy. Are you capable of that?" He shot Kirk a bit of a smirk, as if answering his own question.
With a no. Because he was almost certain Kirk wasn't capable of going even a day without adding more chaos to his life.
Kirk pulled out his wallet, and handed Sulu a card. The card had his name, phone number, and a website and a brief blurb on the back about wilderness survival. He flashed Sulu a grin.
Sulu flipped the card over in his hands a few times. The sinking feeling in his gut just kept on sinking. There were few people that were ever good at turning Kirk down, and he certainly wasn't one of them.
The guy had a business card like he was totally legit and he should totally be trusted on this one, which really didn't help. He sighed a bit, and tucked the card into his pocket.
"One of these days I'm going to figure out how to tell you no. Right NOW I'm going to go make my bed. Then I think I'll curl up in it and pretend life doesn't exist for 10 minutes."
"There'll be times when you need to tell me no," Jim replied. " Sometimes I need to hear it. But this'll be good. And fun. Just imagine Scotty complaining the whole time!"
"You have really messed up ideas of what's fun and what isn't, Jim," Sulu was amused, but still shook his head. Mostly with amusement. His friend was crazy, no one was going to argue with him about that.
He picked up his other bags and started dragging them back to his bedroom, "Take it easy, we'll order in chinese or something."
Jim waved to Sulu, then settled back down onto the couch. He still wanted to make things right.