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A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-12 19:57:00

Who: Kirk and Elizabeth
When: During Kryptonite plot
Where: McCoy’s house
What: Accidental meeting
Rating/Warning: G?
Status: Complete when posted



Elizabeth was curled up on Leonard’s couch trying to nap off the ferocious headache that had emerged over the course of the day since picking up that damned meteortite. She was happy to be here, mostly because Leonard’s presence helped calm her but also because his house didn’t have the extremely busy mind of Samantha Carter buzzing equations and theories through her head all day and night. This newfound discovery was taking some time to adjust to, but she was managing to compartmentalise most of the voices she heard so they turned into white noise.

There was a knock on the door which made Elizabeth groan. Lifting her head up to glare at the door, the knocking came again. Hearing Leonard still in the shower, she sat up with a sigh and got up from the couch to answer the door.

The knocking came again as she reached to open the door, coming face to face with Jim Kirk.

Kirk was pretty sure someone was following him. It wasn’t paranoia if it was true, right? He hadn’t slept either, nervously pacing until he’d finally gone for a drive, and now… he needed coffee and he had his coffee and he was going to visit bones to confide him him that he was pretty sure he was being followed.

He blinked at her and squinted. “Bones, did you have a sex change?”

“It’s Elizabeth, Kirk,” she told him, mildly irritated by his demeanour and her headache. “Elizabeth Weir? Leonard’s in the shower I’m afraid, but you’re welcome to come in,” she offered, waving a hand into the house.

"Oh. Right." He shook his head and glanced over his shoulder. "Can I come in, they're following me."

"Who?" Elizabeth frowned at him, standing to one side for him to move past her. She gazed past him, try to make out anything in the driveway that might cause concern but saw nothing. Shaking her head slightly as she shut the door she told him, "There's no-one there Jim."

“Them. can’t you see them?” He peered out the door, and then closed it for her. He visibly relaxed, then started looking for bugs.

"What's gotten into you?" Elizabeth moved into the house, following him a little. "See who Jim?" she watched him looking for something for a second before reaching out to put a hand on his arm, instantly regretting it as the maelstrom of his thoughts shattered her own and dropped her to her knees next to him holding her head. She cried out in pain and tried to find the white noise that had up until then been her saviour.

He waved a hand like ‘nevermind’ then jumped back and stared at Lizzie like she was going to bite him. “What the hell?”

Breathing hard as she concentrated on finding the big vacuous nothing that she needed to find these days in order to survive. “Sorry,” she sat back against the couch. “Sorry, I just...I touched this rock last night and…” she sighed. “Now I can seemingly read minds,” she explained tiredly, rubbing her temples. “Not in any useful way it seems though,” even as she said that however, some of Kirk’s thoughts started to clarify in her mind from the jumbled mess they had been.

“I need tinfoil.” He ran into the kitchen and started to put together a hat. He didn’t know if it would work but it absolutely had to! He couldn’t have thoughts of starships and his wife cheating on him known!

“What?” Elizabeth frowned after him, spaceships weren’t all that weird for her, she had her own to deal with, but Hermione cheating? She forced herself to her feet as she heard him rattling around in the kitchen and followed him. “Jim, Hermione’s not cheating on you, how could you think that? She loves you,” she told him, coming to rest against the counter beside him. “Are you even listening to me? I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t, I distinctly remember that not being a strong point when you were in my class,” she rambled.

Jim glared at her, and then with great ceremony, put the tinfoil hat on his head. Ever since he’d stumbled across that silver stone….

Elizabeth looked at him, utterly unimpressed. “You look ridiculous,” she pointed out, arching an eyebrow at him. “And I can still hear you,” she told him. It seemed like after she touched someone she could hear them much more clearly than the mass of noise she got generally. It was like being in the middle of a busy shopping mall at the height of Yuletide shopping, music, talking, laughing, all of it. In her head All the time. She could only hope Leonard could help her find some kind of focus.

He frowned, then started using another roll of tin foil to fashion another hat. He was engrossed in it, and then walked over to Elizabeth and planted it on her head. “There. I think they stopped following me.”

She paused for a second before replying, glancing up at the hat he’d placed on her head. “Really? This stopped it?” she asked, disbelievingly. She stopped for a minute and realised it had helped, at least a little, the chaos of thoughts in her head had been muted at least a little, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “Who’s following you Jim?”

“I don’t know. I think I have some ideas. Probably klingons. Usually klingons, unless I really, really pissed off that deer.” Jim felt like he was starting to lose it.

“Slow down, Jim, I swear ‘deer’ was literally the only word I understood in that sentence,” Elizabeth explained. She wished she was in a better frame of mind to deal with this, more patient and understanding, but she couldn’t drag it from her low reserves. “Talk to me, what’s going on? When did this start?” she saw him start to talk and held a warning finger out to stop him. “Slowly! Or I’ll slap you.”

He looked at her, and said with utter seriousness. “Deer. They’re out to get you. I don’t know. Yesterday. I just realized things were wrong. I’m being followed. Hermione keeps going..out. Late night. Something’s up.”

“Kirk, I hate to break it to you, but you’re sounding utterly paranoid,” Elizabeth told him calmly. “Have you tried talking to her?” she asked. “Hermione, not the deer,” she added, just for clarification, it seemed like neither of them were on top form right now so better safe than sorry.

“Can’t talk, then she’ll know I’m suspicious and then she’ll change her behavior and I can’t catch her,” Jim said, starting to pace.

"Catch her doing what?" Elizabeth asked, watching him starting to pace in front of her.

“I don’t know, that’s the problem!” He threw up his hands like she just didn’t understand.

"Ok, ok," Elizabeth held out her hands defensively. "You say this started yesterday? I don't suppose you found a meteorite, did you?"

“Huh? Yeah, I did. What about it? I’m always looking for meteorites.”

"I found one too," Elizabeth told him. "Put a dent in the hood of my car," she groused. "Then a few hours later I start hearing everyone's thoughts, it can't be a coincidence," she pointed out. Not entirely sure he had been listening to her, she sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Nevermind, you want a drink? Because I need a drink," she told him, reaching for the glasses cupboard and a bottle of wine from the fridge.

“Rocks don’t give telepathy.” Kirk grumbled, folding his arms. “I’ll get the drink, you might poison it.” He took the bottle, sniffed it suspiciosly and then poured it for them. Maybe it would help him relax.

“Really?” Elizabeth asked, eyebrow arched in amusement at him. “I let you put a tinfoil hat on my head and you think I’m going to poison you? So not my style,” she teased with a little laugh, taking a sip of her wine. “So who are these Klingons you were talking about?”

“Tough guys. Like to blow things up and fight and drink. Kind of like space vikings with an honor code.” He knocked back half his glass.

“Space Vikings? Well that’s different,” Elizabeth commented. “I’ve got space Vampires to deal with in my dreams,” she told him, she hadn’t even told Leonard that yet. “So do you dream about the Enterprise too?” she asked, remembering Leonard had mentioned it some time ago.

“I’m her Captain,” He said, sounding a bit more like his normal self.

“Really?” Elizabeth asked, not meaning to sound like she didn’t believe him, but unable to not sound surprised. “Sorry, you’re just young is all,” she shrugged. “So I take it that you and Leonard talk about all this dream stuff? The Enterprise and everything?”

He nodded his head, squinting at her a bit. “It was kind of a field promotion. Same for him, chief medical officer.”

“So that’s what you boys get upto is it?” Elizabeth teased, sipping her drink. “I always wondered how you two became friends,” she mused, putting the glass down to top it up then offering it to him for a top up.

"In this world? We met a long time ago and just kinda... Clicked." Jim smiled fondly. The frowned. "What if he's a shapeshifter..."

“This world? I assume you mean the dream world as the ‘other’ world?” Elizabeth asked. She wasn’t surprised really, after all, she and her best friend shared memories of the same world it seemed. “He is most definitely not a shapeshifter, first of all, I can read his mind and second of all...never mind,” she blushed faintly as she thought of their previous activities.

“This world, and the dream world. I think they’re kind of like alternate universes.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Shapeshifters are really good.”

“Think what you want,” she shrugged, wine in hand. “I know he’s my Leonard,” she smiled at him confidently. The tinfoil must have been helping more than she thought, her headache was starting to dull and she didn’t hear the crowd of people in her head quite so much anymore. At least he seemed calmer now, more so than when he first arrived. “So what did the deer ever do to you?” she asked with a smile, sipping her wine.

"I shot its mom. Like Bambi. I was on a trip and got stranded. Needed to eat. Now he's out to get me. It's the only thing that makes sense." Jim pulled a silver rock out of his pocket and toyed with it.

Elizabeth nearly spit her drink out as she found herself caught between laughing and swallowing. “You what?” she spluttered, reaching for some kitchen towel to wipe her chin as her eyes caught on the rock he was playing with.

"Bambi." He said seriously.

Seeing how serious he was, she looked him over again and decided to try a different tactic. “I think they’re after you for a different reason, Jim,” she spoke carefully, trying not to alarm him as she put the kitchen towel on the counter behind her. “I think...that they want that rock,” she pointed to the object in his hands. “Maybe you should leave it on the counter here and we’ll just walk away and let them have it, what do you think?”

He looked at the rock and frowned. Then he put it on the counter and backed away. Then he withdrew a phaser, pointed, and vaporized it! "Too dangerous."

Elizabeth didn't realise what he was doing before it was too late, jumping back with a yelp and covering her mouth as the rock disintergrated. "What the hell?!" she shouted, slamming a hand down on the counter in anger. "You brought a weapon in here?! Put it down or get out!"

Kirk held it up, and the top swiveled around. “I just set it to stun, you’ll be safe. I’m being followed, of course I’ll be armed!”

"Put it down," Elizabeth repeated slowly. "Or get out," she finished, eyeing him fiercely. Her resolve on weapons hadn't lessened with her years teaching and she often thought back to her work on the non-proliferation of weapons treaty as one of her finest achievements. She hated guns whatever guise they were in, didn't see the point when a problem could be talked out. Especially in the hands of someone in a heightened state of agitation as Kirk had been when he walked in.

He put it back into his pocket, after giving her an appraising look. “Can’t leave it laying around. Technology like that could destabilize … everything. Collapse the space-time continuum.”

"Now you're starting to sound like Rodney," Elizabeth said, more to herself than him. The quick talking, highly strung scientist from her dreams would have said something like that. "Thank you," she told him after he'd put the weapon away. "What was that anyway? It just...disintergrated it..." she asked, moving her hand to touch the now slightly scorched countertop. It was still warm and some of the dust clung to her fingers. "He's going to make you pay for that you realise," she commented dryly.

"Phaser," he replied. "Highest setting is useful for clearing debris or cutting through things. Default setting just stuns people. Knocks them out."

“Handy yet terrifying,” Elizabeth commented as she stepped back to look at him. “How are you feeling now?”

“A little better. But the deer. I’m still worried about the deer.” His eyes got shifty.

“Well, it’s not getting in here,” Elizabeth gestured to the house. “How about you and I take this bottle,” she picked up the wine bottle next to her then indicated the fridge. “And a couple of cans in the front room, look down the house,” she pointed vaguely to the weapon in his trousers. “Put that...phaser away on a high shelf and get trashed until Leonard shows up and takes me to bed,” she suggested.

Kirk tilted his head. That sounded like a really good idea right now. “Okay. Okay, that’s a deal.”

“Excellent,” she pushed away from the counter, with her glass and the bottle in her hand. “I’ve got my hands full, why don’t you grab the beer,” she asked. “And to be clear, I’m sleeping with Leonard tonight,” she told him with an amused grin. “No more pouncing on unsuspecting professors at their desks,” she joked, moving into the living room.

Jim smirked as he followed her. “Too bad, I was looking forward to that.”

Elizabeth laughed as she settled on the couch, placing her glass and bottle on the table. “Never again, Mr Kirk,” she addressed him as she would address her students in class. She refilled her glass and picked it up as she settled back on the couch, stopping him with a warning finger and pointing to the mantlepiece to indicate he should put his phaser there. “I know you won’t think I’ll do it sufficiently well, so why don’t you go and lock the front door as well,” she suggested. She was tired now, the effort of learning how to control her new mental abilities and dealing with an overamped Jim Kirk was catching up with her.