Not a time to Celebrate
Jan. 2nd, 2016 03:56 pmJim's made it. Holidays are done, big damn speech over, all without alerting the crew to how detached their Captain has become in the last week and a half. With all the extra shifts he'd taken on over Christmas, it would be easy to assume Bones made him take the day off to rest and recuperate.
They'd be wrong.
Bones knew Jim wouldn't be on shift on the Fourth. He never does much of anything that day. If the end of December drains the light out of the Captain's smile, then the first week of January looks like it's killing him. He and Spock tried to get him out of his quarters and focused on something--anything else. But Jim's shut himself away in his room. There's a holo set up on his desk of a man who looks an awful lot like Jim, standing happily beside his mother.
Jim stares at it from his seat, before burying his head in his hands. His birthday isn't something to celebrate. It's a reminder of the tragedy that changed everything.
They'd be wrong.
Bones knew Jim wouldn't be on shift on the Fourth. He never does much of anything that day. If the end of December drains the light out of the Captain's smile, then the first week of January looks like it's killing him. He and Spock tried to get him out of his quarters and focused on something--anything else. But Jim's shut himself away in his room. There's a holo set up on his desk of a man who looks an awful lot like Jim, standing happily beside his mother.
Jim stares at it from his seat, before burying his head in his hands. His birthday isn't something to celebrate. It's a reminder of the tragedy that changed everything.
Also liver hating alcohol!
Date: 2016-01-09 04:27 am (UTC)He stares down at his empty glass, rolling it between his fingers.
"I didn't want you to see this side of me."
Eloquent self-destruction in a bottle!
Date: 2016-01-09 04:58 am (UTC)"Why not?" he prompts quietly. He could insert his own guesses, but now seems a good time to listen, to finally get some sense of the ground they're treading.
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Date: 2016-01-09 05:48 am (UTC)No one wants Jim Kirk the way he is. That's a lesson he's been taught over and over again. Everyone leaves. The best he can hope for is a fun time as long as it lasts. "..Pretty shitty and selfish, huh."
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Date: 2016-01-09 11:38 am (UTC)The distraction makes him fumble over his answer: "No. No, I don't think so. I never expected you to let me close, I mean- considering our positions..." He swallows, trying to get a grip on what he means to say. "You've been nothing but good to me since we met. Were you truly afraid I'd be...frightened off? Just because I found you mourning?"
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Date: 2016-01-09 08:41 pm (UTC)The parts scarred and broken.
"I'll fuck it up, and I'm a mess. I don't sleep, I'm a total ass." Couldn't even keep his family around. Ugh. This is a dangerous line of thinking. Jim needs to stop before he starts crying or something equally unseemly.
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Date: 2016-01-10 02:00 am (UTC)"Tonight doesn't count, remember? You can't fuck up." His tone is light, but he's speaking with assurance. If Jim needs to cry, he's not going anywhere. Worse than sobbing is sobbing alone. "You're exhausted and in pain. That's no sin. But why haven't you slept? I know you don't like to, but..."
He hesitates. It just seems to him this must be more than grief for a father never met. After all, he was older than that when his mother died and it never affected him so. Maybe that's callous thinking. Her death never shadowed his birth.
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Date: 2016-01-10 02:05 am (UTC)"Of when I died. Of Tarsus. Of Frank. All the time, so real...I don't want to talk about this anymore." It's a start. The door opened, if only for a moment. And Felix has enough details that he can either look into them on his own, or ask a certain sibling for the details Jim can't talk about. "I don't stay for nights after because I don't want people to know."
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Date: 2016-01-10 03:35 am (UTC)His expression is worried, though. He can't blame Jim for shaking. The names he doesn’t understand, but the rest is enough to crack the toughest soul. Nightmares hounding him from rest, the shock and violence of dying and returning... Jim's no undead, Felix is quite secure about that. The one upside of necromancy being basically conjuration magic is that it's even easier for him to spot. But surely you don't just slip in and out of death without it leaving a mark.
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Date: 2016-01-10 06:00 pm (UTC)When he's at least sure he isn't going to cry, he's going to turn back to the bottle. Doesn't really matter which one.
"...Sorry. Not real game like. Wanna play some more, or..?"
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Date: 2016-01-10 11:46 pm (UTC)"If you're up to it." He doesn't want to push, but it's something to focus on. Something to pace the drinking out. "I can hardly let you get away with beating me on your first try. I mean, I think I have some honor."
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Date: 2016-01-11 01:54 am (UTC)Will delete this and reply properly if you have another idea you want to see through for this though!))
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Date: 2016-01-12 10:11 pm (UTC)For the other kind, though, the post is up!))