kirking: (hard nope. bye)
ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴛ. ᴋɪʀᴋ ([personal profile] kirking) wrote 2018-06-04 10:06 am (UTC)

[Kirk's answer is to push his hands into his eyes, like he's trying to block something out or stop a headache or maybe even both at the same time. Maybe he should have taken the Vice Admiral position, even as the renewed sense of purpose thrums in his veins and the itch to get back out there, go further than any human has ever gone makes it difficult for him to sit still. He can't do anything to hurry the process along. He isn't the one directly overseeing the construction. He approves design changes, equipment requests, crew transfers until his eyes go blurry. Being the one in charge is boring as fuck sometimes. It's glorified supervising. It's not any big mystery why he's nine times out of ten the first one off the ship. He is an adrenaline junkie, he will admit that. He'd thought, for some reason, that a promotion to something different would shake some sense of purpose and excitement back into his life.

He knows better now. He got his head back on straight. Krall, Edison, whatever the fuck his name was, reminded him why he came out into the black in the first place. It wasn't entirely to prove a point about his dead father because he could prove that point on Earth with his three mile long rap sheet. Jim Kirk doesn't want to save lives, and explore new places because his dad died five minutes after he was born. He wants to because it's who he is. It's taken him thirty years to get there, but he gets it now.

That's right, he's thirty now and the fact that Bones is seven years older than him doesn't matter at all.

They're not dating by the way. Dating implies going on actual dates and there's an intent there. What they're doing is closer to having peed in a circle around each other and declared that this one was their favorite human of all the humans. Bones is simultaneously his favorite person and the one who annoys him the most. Dating asks the question, do I like this person? will this work? when Jim already knows those answers when it comes to Bones. There's nothing to figure out. He doesn't want Bones to go anywhere and he doesn't want to stop sleeping with him. If either happened, he wouldn't do anything melodramatic like off himself but it would be one of the worst things that could happen. Ranked up there with losing his ship (ha ha did that already) and Spock leaving (ha ha tried that too) and failing to protect millions of people. Because apparently that's his thing now; stopping genocidal maniacs.]


Damn, [Kirk mutters as his hands drop from his face. Bones should know to always bring alcohol with him but that's alright this time, because Jim has some stashed in his cabinets. Which he will get to in about two minutes.

Jim Kirk is that annoying kind of genius where he knows he's very smart. He's not arrogant enough to presume he knows more about engineering than Scotty or has a better grasp on syntax than Uhura or even is as good with numbers as Chekov and Spock-- but he is a goddamn tactical genius and he should have known he wasn't as subtle as he thought. He also can admit that Spock does know, because they have shared a mind meld or three since this thing with Bones started and it's impossible to separate that from the meld. To Spock's credit, he hasn't said anything because it's none of his damn business and he's one to talk. He's dating Uhura. But the rest of them? Jim should be able to outsmart then and why the fuck he wants to outsmart his senior crew to keep a secret he isn't ashamed is really not the point here.

He stands, and heads over to previously mentioned cabinet.]
My mom knows for sure. By the way. She also says hi.

[She also said don't fuck it up Jimmy which is just rude if you think about it.]

Drink?

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