A day in the life of....

[smartass_captain]

Captain's Log. Star Date 1315.79

I buried my back-up pilot today under the twin suns of an alien world.

It should have been a simple mission. We're obligated to answer any and all strange readings or distress signals we find while on our exploration. Everyone knows the risks. This never gets any easier.

Star Date 1312.11

Beta Shift had ended. I was scheduled to work Gamma shift and spent the hour before hand enjoying a game of chess with some of the other Gamma shift bridge crew. I do rounds of shifts to make sure every shift of the bridge runs as smoothly as possible. My best and brightest may be who I rely on in emergencies, but they need their rest too. And my back up shift is almost as good. I made sure of that when I became captain.

People like Gary Mitchell and Lee Kelso.

Old classmates from my time in the Academy. Gary especially. He and I had history dating back to my time in Starfleet. He and Kelso were a year my senior.

Gamma shift began with acting captain and first officer Mr. Spock informing me of a distress signal we had come across near the edge of the quadrant. An ancient distress beacon from the SS Valiant. Those versed in their Starfleet history will remember the vessel as the flagship of the Federation in its time and one of the first vessels tasked with exploring the edge of the galaxy. We had it beamed aboard to analyze its contents.

Unsettling logs at first look.

Severe damage to the ship; source: unknown. Six bridge crew killed and a seventh in critical condition. Something about extra-sensory perception and the captains final frantic order for the ship to self destruct.

We assumed the data to be garbled and set about retrieving all of the logs that we could. Lt. Uhura was placed in charge of the task. Her talents in xenolinguistics are without peer. I regret asking her to stay on past her shift, but we needed that data.

Stardate 1312.33

Uncharted territory. We are officially where no man has gone before. Would that I could celebrate this achievement but we encountered an energy field that has knocked us out of Warp 1. Fire on the bridge. Yellow alert given. Nine crew members across the ship deceased due to seizures caused by an unknown source. Mitchell in critical condition in Medbay.

Enterprise is crippled. Kirk out.

Chief Engineering Log, Supplemental

Warp capabilities are offline, ship cannae run on anything but impulse power and those engines are cracked. We'd need a Starbase to fix the damage. The Captain has called an Alpha Shift meeting. Went to tell him about the impulse engines but he already knows. How can he know? I only just discovered it. Says Mitchell told him about it in Medbay.

Captain's Log, 1312.41

The ship is crippled, all of my deceased crew showed heightened extra-sensory abilities before they succumbed. Gary is still alive and his abilities are the highest of all. He's becoming aggressive and his eyes are an opaque silver. It's unnerving. I'm not sure how much longer we can keep him in observation. He's moving things with his mind, getting in our heads. Bones is spooked. I have to admit.

So am I.

We're as good as dead if we can't repair the impulse power. It's holding for now. We're changing course to Theta Varis, where an old lithium cracking facility might have what we need to make some emergency repairs.

Spock is urging me to leave Mitchell there.

Abandon him? On an uninhabited planet? Gary is my friend and a member of my crew. Personal feelings and history aside, I will not give up on anyone in my crew so easily. Mr. Spock says the only other option is to kill him.

While we still can.

Stardate 1315.23

We had to sedate Mitchell. Constantly. He's getting more powerful. We've reached Theta Varis. Mr. Kelso, Mr. Scott, myself, and Commander Spock will be heading planetside. Kelso and Scott to obtain the necessary items for repairing the ship. Myself and Spock for...detaining Mitchell.

We have no choice.

I have to believe he can be helped. Can be saved. Until we figure out how, I have to leave him behind.

First Officer's Log, Supplmentary

The creature that was once Gary Mitchell has escaped from custody after attacking Captain Kirk and stunning myself. Has used his newfound abilities to force Mr. Lee Kelso to take his own life. Mr. Kelso would have been aware the entire time, begging for his life from what was once a lifelong friend.

It is no longer human, however, it does retain Mitchell's memories. Memories of jealousy over the Captain's prowess at the Academy. Of abuse in their personal history. Of ambition when the Captain obtained his rank. I must locate Jim.

It will torture him. And then make him kill himself too.

...

It has the Captain. Forcing him to relive past traumas. Creating life out of this wasteland with a mere thought. The plasma rifle will no longer harm what it is becoming. It is taking pleasure in watching Jim struggle. Forcing him to his knees. Begging for the lives of his crew. I do not know if Jim is speaking freely, or if this creature is dragging the words out of him by force.

I must create a distraction.

Captain's Log 1315.79

He was himself, at the end. Fought that thing off long enough to beg me to kill him. I took Gary Mitchell's life with the plasma rifle we had originally brought down for security purposes. We buried the dead on Theta Varis. It is too dangerous to even keep their bodies aboard the ship for a proper transfer home.

Not just the dead. My friends. My crew.

I know it is my job to bear this pain. The lives of the rest of my crew depend on it.

Kirk out.

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[conjuredskies]

“In time,” he agrees, nodding ever so slightly in acceptance of the qualification. It’s never so simple. He knows that. And maybe that’s the danger, that it’s so easy to assume Jim’s dealing with it as best as he can. That all he needs is time.
He still hesitates before returning to the kissing.

“Just… remember that I want to help,” he adds softly. His hand moves from Jim’s chin to cup the side of his face. “Whatever I can do. Whenever you need it.”

[smartass_captain]

"So when I wake up in a few hours screaming---help me then." Jim murmurs, wondering if Felix understands that request, and what it promises. The permission to see Jim at his weakest, most broken. His pulse races as adrenaline floods him as soon as it leaves his lips. He's afraid. But he doesn't take it back.

He kisses Felix with more urgency instead, moving to climb into the other's lap. Desperate for contact to know he's not alone.

He's shaking slightly, hoping he won't have nightmares and hoping Felix agrees to stay even though he also hopes he won't. It's complicated and Jim doesn't know what he wants, but he does know he trusts Felix.

[conjuredskies]

"I will." The promise is given with barely a thought. Does he understand? Perhaps not in the moment, but comprehension follows. No-one who's been through such things as Jim rests easy, and he knew the captain wasn't much of a sleeper.

He doesn't regret the promise, still. There's no backing out. He pulls Jim closer, onto his lap where he can slide both arms around him and hold him closer. It's so strange to feel the brash, arrogant captain shaking - it just isn't right, and he kisses back with a fierce urgency of his own in response. As if to insist to Jim how much he's wanted, how determined the Imperial is to stay.

He's not letting go any time soon.

[smartass_captain]

He's burning.

Burning from the inside out. Everything hurts. Aches. Dulls.

Jim has to drag himself out of the warp core. He keeps almost blacking out, nausea hitting him in waves that keeps him focused and alive. There's shards of glass in his hands and legs, lacerations. They're hardly worth noting. The radiation poisoning is shutting down his organs, sending his brain into a panic even Jim Kirk can't ignore.

He's terrified and he is alone. He doesn't know if he made it in time; if the ship is okay. If this was a wasted effort. All he knows is what had to be done. Everything webs at the edges...and Jim Kirk dies alone.

Jim doesn't wake with a scream but with a strangled gasp, choking as his lungs desperately try to breathe. He doesn't know where he is at first, woken by the panic attack that seizes him mind, body, and soul. He can't breathe. Jim thrashes out of the sheets, nude and uncaring at the soreness he feels from the waist down as he stumbles into the bathroom he shares with his first officer and huddles down into the corner, arms wrapped around himself tightly as he gasps weakly on the floor.

Everything hurts. There's lingering phantom pain from his dreams, and the panic attack is flooding him with a dull ache everywhere from the tension refusing to leave his muscles.

[conjuredskies]

Felix is jerked from sleep by the thrashing at his side and the sudden cold. His instinctive assumption is an attack and he scrambles from the bed, stumbling onto his feet, spells in hand as he looks around anxiously. Assassins? Bears? No-no, wait, that's... not here. His alarmed attention settles on Jim... or where Jim ought to be.

He hurries to the door of the bathroom, peering in anxiously to see what's become of the captain. When he sees Jim on the floor... Felix lets out a shaky exhale and pads over to crouch in front of him.

"Jim?" he asks quietly. The memory of that request has come back to him, and he knows what he's looking at. More or less. He reaches out to touch Jim's shoulder cautiously. All right, Caelus. Stay calm. Don't let your nerves be shaken just because the man you love is curled up like a dying spriggan. "Can you... um. Can you hear me?"

[smartass_captain]

He's alone.

Jim sobs into his knees, really nothing more than a shuddering breath, threatening to steal away the air he's finally been able to get. He died alone. It feels so real every time. Hurts so much.

There's a hum underneath his feet and Jim knows he's on the ship. Immediately he thinks of the door down in engineering and he keens in panic at the memory, ricking back and forth.

He has to calm down. Has to stay quiet, or Spock will hear him and wake up. Jim struggles to breathe, struggles to keep quiet. Something appears in the doorway and Jim flinches away, trying to get even further into the corner. Out of sight. He rocks harder, back and forth. Whimpers quietly.

He died.

He died alone.

[conjuredskies]

Jim isn't responding, and despite his promise Felix isn't sure how to help. But he knows panic when he sees it and that... that's familiar enough to latch onto. Something to distract from the wrench in his gut at the sight of Jim flinching into a corner.

"Jim, it's all right." He keeps his tone sure and soothing, keeps talking steadily. "It's just me. Felix. You're safe, I promise." He isn't sure, after that flinch, if touching is such a good idea. For now he shifts around so he can kneel beside Jim. He's going to keep talking until he's hoarse or it helps, whichever comes first.

It hurts to watch, more than he could have expected. Seeing Jim reduced to a sobbing, terrified shell of himself. What is he seeing, now? What in Talos's name did they do to him?

[smartass_captain]

More often than not in his dreams Jim dies alone.

Sometimes Spock is there like he should be. Sometimes Bones or Scotty. His new family. Friends he's made in the Nexus. And sometimes, it's Khan. Watching, smiling, while Jim breathes his last, promising to kill every single person on the ship with his bare hands.

Jim knows he can. Will.

There's a ringing in his ears that fades to a buzz as the dream finally starts to bleed away from his panicked brain. He's still hyperventilating, but he can see the sonic shower. Knows he's in the bathroom. The ship. His quarters.

He didn't die. It still hurts so much. The memory of the pain hurts.

And...

Jim isn't alone. He crashes back to reality with the intensity of a meteorite striking land. His face goes rigid, blue eyes snapping into focus and an intense blue gaze latched onto Felix. He pales and withdraws, shame marring his features and so obvious to read on his face. It gets washed over by self loathing almost as quickly and Jim sucks in a breath and holds it. Forces himself to stop gasping, sobbing.

Slowly, he wrestles his composure into some semblance of control. He's not, but he can't let Felix see--his lungs spasm and Jim tries to breathe deep again, tries to get a handle on himself. He hates this. He hates himself.

He turns wet eyes away from Felix.

"S...sorry. J..just..gi-hive me a...a minute." Jim struggles to speak, bitterness in his voice.

[conjuredskies]

He can see Jim snapping back to the world, and for a moment relief touches his worried expression. It fades when Jim immediately recoils all over again. Trying to force himself into that rigid mask. It makes Felix' chest tighten to watch, as if in sympathy.

"It's all right," he repeats, and now he dares to touch Jim. Brushing the damp from his cheek, running his hand back to stroke the back of his neck and shoulders. A steady motion, a rhythm to encourage his body to slow itself. "You did warn me. Take your time and just... find your breath."

[smartass_captain]

"It's not alright." Jim's breath is ragged. Sharp. "This isn't alright. I'm not..."

He shrugs and squeezes his eyes shut. Bites his lip and sobs while his body shakes. Like this Jim is fragments and sharp pieces. Insides rubbed raw and ugly.

"...Helo me get back t'bed." He finally looks up again, defeated. "Don' want Spock t'come in..."

[conjuredskies]

Felix can't argue with him. There's nothing okay about him being in this state. He keeps his mouth shut for a minute, just ducks his head in a nod and doesn't take his hand from Jim's back. Doesn't break contact.

When Jim looks up he nods again, pushes himself to his feet so he can help Jim up. Gently- the way Jim's still clenched in on himself, it won't be easy to uncurl suddenly. He glances around for a towel he can use to help dry the sweat and tears. Otherwise he can just use a sheet when they get back to the other room.

[smartass_captain]

Jim is still bent over on himself even as Felix helps him back to his room. He's finally breathing again instead of hyperventilating but his face is still flushed and clammy, his pulse still thundering in his chest.

He sits at the head of his bed with his back against the wall and his knees drawn up to his chest. A tremor runs through him every so often but Jim seems to be coming down back to himself slowly but surely.

Felix gets a tired glance from Jim finally.

"This is why I don't do mornings after. ..or sleep, in general. "

[conjuredskies]

His arm goes around Jim the moment the captain’s on his feet and once Jim huddles up on the bed Felix settles down next to him, wiping some of the sweat away and stroking the back of his neck gently. Maybe it’ll help soothe him. Ground him. Maybe Felix is just seeking some comfort in the contact himself.

“I’m starting to understand,” he says quietly. He might not be the one who panicked, but his heart’s still running pretty fast as well. He’s quiet for another moment. He wants to know more, but better to press gently. Give Jim time to settle himself. “Would you like a drink? Some water?”

[smartass_captain]

Jim nods slowly at the offer of a drink and gestures vaguely toward the replicator. He waits until Felix is over there before he croaks how to use the machine. It is incredibly simple to use.

"Just get a cup of tea."

It's not an overly flavorful drink, but the smell seems to calm him down a little bit. The mug stops shaking quite so much after Jim takes a few deep breaths. He looks more aware when Felix sits down again and leans against the other after he sets the mug down.

"So....welcome to my life."

[conjuredskies]

"You had me convinced we were under attack for a minute," he says wryly. He nestles against Jim, pulling the sheets up and shifting to face him a little more. Only now the shock is wearing off does he miss them, and he doesn't want Jim to get chilled either.

"So... this happens often?"

I'm home and at my computer weh! X3

[smartass_captain]

"Often enough that I'm afraid to be left with anyone."

Jim's confession tells of a man crippled by his own demons. Running and hiding from affection and building his own reputation as a flippant player because it's easier than letting people see what he's really like. It's not entirely a lie either; Felix has seen enough of Jim in the bedroom to know the man is an animal with a desire to match. But that isn't Who He Is. It isn't his entirety. It's one side of a lonely--desperate for any kind of affection no matter how brief--mind.

"It's not always dying. Sometimes it's getting eaten alive on Delta Vega. Or...other things." Phantom hunger pains and starvation. Abuse by those Jim trusted. Abandonment. So much abandonment, accidental and intentional. Jim can't speak of these things to Felix, even though he's trying to be open. It's impossible for him to convince himself after so many years of the opposite being true that Felix won't leave when he knows the truth. All of the truth.

Not even Bones or Spock know all of the truth. No one does. No one but Jim.

"Sorry. It's...it's fine, really. This wasn't even all that bad, by comparison." He's trying to brush it off, but really, how bad can it be if this is brush offable?

Hooray! Rest for the weary traveller! :D

[conjuredskies]

There's no hiding the pained twist of his mouth at that first part, no denying the wrench in his gut. He's far too tired to think about how he presses closer to Jim, lifting an arm over his shoulders to keep him there.

"You said yourself, it's not fine," Felix points out quietly. "But I... I'm glad I know. I mean it, when I say I want to help. To be... to take care of you." Whatever that entails. He has an inkling now that he doesn't really understand that yet. How bad can it get? How much more is there? He may be able to see the shadows but he has no idea how deep they may go.

[smartass_captain]

"Felix..." The other is pushing closer, not pulling away. Jim doesn't understand really. Not unless the other harbors illusions that he can fix Jim Kirk. Put the broken pieces back together. He wouldn't be the first to try that, either.

But Felix doesn't patronize him, doesn't tell him it's going to be okay when he has no idea. Something inside Jim twists painfully, and he turns, buries his face into the Imperial's neck. But rather than biting, kissing, or licking like Jim is wont to do, he presses his face in the crook of Felix's neck, listens to the man's pulse and breathes deeply.

"I'm sorry." Jim only pulls back a fraction of an inch to speak, lips ghosting over the other's skin. "I want to be whole for you. I do. But I'm not. If you...if you can't...I'll be alright. I'll understand."

[conjuredskies]

Felix may be (as his brother tells him) a fool in many respects. Not this one. He's too familiar with the scars left by experiences like Jim's, has read too many tales of those permanently haunted by the powers that have touched them. Only miracles can mend such things. Short of that, you simply have to live with them.

And at the same moment there's Jim, nuzzling into his neck. The feel of his warmth pressing close, the steadying of his breath. The feel of how right this is. This fits, in a way he wasn't looking for, couldn't have planned or hoped for. But he knows already he won't give it up without a fight. He'd have to be an idiot.

"You're not the only one I know who has trouble sleeping," Felix points out. "Soldiers or otherwise." He's quiet for a moment, mustering his words. "Jim... I want you, however many pieces you come in. I don't... I don't know if I'm strong enough, good enough for you, but I want to try. I'm not about to let you go."

[smartass_captain]

It's unfair to make Felix promise something he can't know for certain if he can keep. Felix doesn't know and until he does, Jim can't expect him to know if he's strong enough or if Jim isn't worth the trouble. It's unfair to make the Imperial's heart jackhammer in his chest with fear over what Jim is experiencing.

Unfair to hide behind half truths and easy sex to get away from talking.

All of these things are true. But so is that shared sense of right and belonging when Felix pulls Jim close and strokes his back. How they fit together so well, how much Jim wants to be better for the other's sake.

"Many. Sharp and jagged. Rough around the edges. Gaudy colors. But it's yours. Everything. All of me." Whatever Felix asked of him, so long as he stays by Jim's side. "You're fucking perfect...I don't get it."

[conjuredskies]

His breath catches at that declaration, at the magnitude of what Jim's offering him. Somehow it's a starker realization spelled out like that, in the quiet and the dark and the aftermath of the night's disturbance. Felix can't really comprehend what it means for him, not all at once. It's too much.

Maybe that's why he sounds so startled when he chuckles. "Perfect? I might wish." He shifts his position, the better to curl around Jim. "You're the hero. The one with all the courage, and principles, and responsibility. I'm just the spoiled brat who loves you."

[smartass_captain]

Who loves you.

The words make Jim shudder. Whether it's out of fear or excitement he isn't sure. Probably both. Definitely both. The words have definitely sent a thrill down his spine, making Jim pull Felix closer still, flush with him and now he's kissing the other's neck, humming in apparent pleasure of the words.

But they still scare him too. This new unknown territory. The fear of all of this crashing down.

"Not a hero--" Jim murmurs against Felix's neck. "Just a selfish asshole who loves his job." His voice is dropping in octave before Jim returns to showering attention on Felix's neck, licking and sucking at his pulse point with that same hum.

Love.

It's the right word. Jim's known that for a long time. How he feels. To hear Felix use it back...

Yes, Jim has had a bad couple of days. And yes, he'll have more. But he's not alone now. He's not alone.

[conjuredskies]

“That’s what they all s-say, I’m sure,” he replies, voice wavering as a soft groan works its way from his throat under that attention. Felix can feel his pulse racing again at Jim’s reaction – at his touch, at his obvious pleasure and the reciprocal thrill it sends through the conjurer.

When he can’t take any more, he twists round to pull the captain down under him, onto the bed. Felix leans over him, propping himself on his elbows and burying his fingers in Jim’s hair while he returns the attention. Gods – or daedra – only know how long he’s dealt with his burdens alone, but Felix is more than willing to try and make up for lost time.

Who knows, Jim may even get some rest.