A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-21 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hikaru sulu, isabela, james kirk |
"You're a survivor, you do what you can to survive."
Who: Kirk, Isabela, Sulu
What: Isabela hides in a closet and calls Kirk. srs kirk is srs
When: 3am
Where: Miriel and Sulu's apartment.
Rating: PG-13 (potential trigger warnings)
Status: Complete
Isabela stared at her phone.
She wanted to speak to a familiar voice, but she didn't want to do that thing where she actually, in her real life, attention whored. Not over stuff like this, anyway. Sure, she enjoyed the attention of men and women who she found attractive and all of that, but when it came to these things?
She shook her head and got up off the couch, then paced a bit. It was 3am, but she figured he'd be up. So she ducked into Miriel's hallway closet, and dialed Kirk's number.
"No english." Kirk answered the phone groggily, expecting another call from Scotty.
"Ooo, that's not what you said the other night," Isabela purred into the phone in response.
"Mm..Isabela! What a pleasant surprise! I can so be in the mood if you need me to." He grinned.
"Is that a proposition? Naughty boy," she grinned a bit, and curled up more comfortably, "Not in the mood for that, I don't think. I'm not even sure why I called."
"To talk? That's what normal people do on phones. Or so I hear. You should have heard the steamy conversation I had with Bones."
"This I have to hear. Go on, tell me a story, James."
Jim launched into a false, but heated story.
Isabela added in oos and aas along the way.
"And then we had to clean Sulu's tub out," He finished.
"That poor man, he's going to run away from all of us at this rate," Isabela sighed, "He's too nice. We really need to fix that somehow."
"Well, I've a plan." And Kirk then filled her in on his mad wilderness scheme.
Isabela leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes, and listened to him talk. It sounded like a hairbrained scheme, "You're never going to get them all to agree to that."
"Watch me."
"Anyway, its not like I haven't done it with less capable people. Like soccer moms."
"I'm sure you could, but dont the soccer moms generally pay you to do that?"
"Look, I've fucked up lately, I need to build up trust." He shifted on the couch.
"... well you're not the only one, if it's any consolation at all," Isabela admitted.
"Tell me about it, doll."
"Oh you know, it's not really that big a deal. I sort of had a row with my roommate and am crashing at someone else's place."
"What sort of row? Was this about the dress?" Kirk sighed, "I'm sorry about that."
Isabela frowned, "No, look, it wasn't your fault."
"I think he was just really pissed off that I'd spent the entire night out again."
"Not entirely, but in part." Kirk frowned, "How pissed?"
"Just... you know, pissed off. Enough to kick me out and throw things. The usual." Isabela danced around the issue.
"Uh huh." Kirk let it drop, for now, though the way she was hedging made him wonder, "This have to do with your 'net post?"
"Fuck's sake, I'm beginning to think I never should have posted that. They aught to take away my posting rights when I'm on painkillers," Isabela let out another long sigh, "Yes. Well ... ... Yes."
"If you're guilty of it," He replied. "So am I." He shrugged a shoulder even though she couldn't see it, "Some people are going to be judgemental. Ignore 'em."
"I noticed that, yes," Isabela's tone was dry, "But I deserve what I get for it. I don't need you to tell me how to handle this."
"No one deserves it, Bela." He rubbed his face.
"Some people do, and some people agree with me." Isabela chewed her lip. She was starting to not believe it either, but that was besides the point.
"No one." He was sitting up fully now, "You're an awesome woman, Bela. You like to have sex. So what?"
"So... I don't know." She thought about that for a few minutes, "He thought we were a thing, and I never told him we weren't. It was wrong, you know? But I had a roof over my head and didn't have to pay."
"You're a survivor, you do what you can to survive."
"I ... yes, I do."
Kirk smiled into the phone, "That makes you human. If you have fun at the same time, then so much the better. Maybe someday you'll meet someone who you decide is worth sticking with, maybe not. But I'll be a friend. Even without benefits."
"... I'm not a sticking type, you know... emotions, they just get in the way," Isabela was back to chewing her lip. She was in some new territory, Kirk was one of the only friends with benefits she had. What confused her more was she wished she was curled up with him right now.
"Complicated emotional bullshit," Kirk agreed. Sometimes it happened. He wished she was in his arms right now, "Sometimes you can stick without sticking."
"How would you suppose I managed that, Mr. 'just as bad as me'?"
"Depends," Kirk replied, hedging a bit. He'd been doing a lot of thinking. He thought about Frodo, and frowned a bit, "Whats the story with you and Baggins? Not that I'm trying to stake a claim or anything. But it doesn't hurt to have..someone dependable to fall back on."
There was the sound of breaks screeching in her head, and she actually didn't say anything for a full 30 seconds before replying, "He's... a friend. I helped him find his car, he didn't judge me for knowing the sort of people who'd find it. I was worried he'd die or something going after the thing, so I went to help, just in case."
She laughed, "He didn't need my help, but I got it off my conscience at least. He came by the shop recently and bought a motorcycle."
Kirk nodded his head, "He seemed a little concerned about what sort of friend you were to me."
"I'm... what?" Isabela actually pulled her head away from her phone to give it a look, "How do you...? You're making things up."
"I think he was being a little protective of you," He said. "I can't tell if he's more interested or flustered, or what. I didn't, uh, elaborate or bring up the side benefits."
"I... am not sure how to feel about this," Isabela blinked her eyes a few times, "I don't... he's ... high class, you know, he's so high up there... I feel like he's a lost kitten stuck in some gilded cage and needs to get out more, but... I don't..."
She took a deep breath, and let it out, "I should go."
"I don't think it's anything, Bela." Kirk tried to calm her down. He'd stuck his foot in it, "It was almost brotherly. And I was teasing you. You know I wouldn't tie you down to me."
Except part of him wanted to.
"Wait, no, what? ... Tie you down to me? Is that what..." She suddenly and very desperately wished she wasn't shut up into a claustrophobic hallway closet for this. Why hadn't she decided to have this conversation in a more open space!?
The walls felt like they were squeezing inward, "You know, I ... I think I'm going to stage a jailbreak and go for a drive."
"I could have a sudden urge to get out, maybe." Kirk sounded casual but he was actually a little concerned.
More than a little concerned.
"Oh... well." Isabela crawled out of the closet before she started hyperventilating, then started digging around Miriel's apartment for her car keys.
"Bela?"
"You still there?"
"Shh, you'll wake the warden," Isabela admonished, while unlocking the front door.
Miriel rolled over, but didn't wake up.
Isabela locked the door behind her and looked around a bit, trying to get her bearings. The last time she'd been outside Miriel's apartment she'd been drugged up. She took the stairs by twos and escaped to her car as fast she could, "I'mgoingtodrivenow."
"Are you safe enough to drive?"
"Probably?" She started the car up anyway.
Kirk scratched his head, not believing what will come out of his mouth, "Think before you do it."
Isabela rested her head on her steering wheel, "I think I'm on something that would technicaly make this count as heavy machinery I'm not supposed to be operating..."
"..I'm surprised you admitted that."
"Well you DID tell me to think."
"Could come pick you up," Kirk offered. "Know a great place to get a late night breakfast."
"I'm not sure where I am, but ... fine." Isabela went searching around in her car for her big gigantic sunglasses.
Kirk got up, and walked into Sulu's room, whispering, "Hey, I need to borrow your car to stop someone on painkillers from driving."
Sulu poked an eye open, "Need backup?"
"Nah, get some sleep." He pulled the blanket up over Sulu's torso.
"Don't crash. Be safe." Sulu rolled over and curled up.
Kirk nodded, and then headed out the door!