Aftermath [Open to FITE NITE attendees, mostly for Bones]

[smartass_captain]

He remembers being caged.

Chained up, drugged. Bound to the other captain who couldn't have been more wrong about who he was. He was still funny from his capture, and hungry. Poor circumstances that lead to Jim's survival instincts going into overdrive. Whatever it took to not remember Tarsus IV.

Jim doesn't even remember losing. Just his pulse thundering in his ears and the rattle of the chain. Just getting swept away in a haze of violence and panic that left him mentally shut down. What he had wasn't a fight. Jim Kirk actually enjoys a good fight now and again. This had been something else entirely.

He hadn't been on control. Hadn't even been altogether present.

And now....

Everything hurts, but especially his head. His ears are ringing and it's difficult to keep anything in focus. There are voices, faint and vaguely familiar but Jim can't concentrate on them just yet. All he can manage is to groan and curl up on himself. He's on one of the many Nexus couches in the Plaza, where many of the captured and injured were taken for treatment after people had stormed the Arena to rescue those who had been taken against their will and put a stop to all of this.

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[smartass_captain]

"Good job ghost doggie." Jim has no doubts on how Felix tracked him and makes a note to himself he's not entirely sure he'll remember later to give the familiar lots of pets. Since he's not sure if it can even eat to get treats.

Hearing that several Nexus goers had trashed the place isn't all that surprising. Jim could easily see himself volunteering to do the same if he hadn't...

"Thanks, Felix. I mean it. What would I do without you?"

[conjuredskies]

"It knows your scent very well by now," Felix confirms with a smile. "Better than almost anyone else." The fact that Jim actually appreciates the creatures he summons - that Felix can call them up regularly enough that they start remembering the captain... it's just one more thing to love about the man.

"Do you want the literal answer, the inappropriate answer or the humble answer?" he teases. 'Truth' is not on that list, one might note. Felix knows better. Or doesn't really see it as important.

[smartass_captain]

It says something about Jim's injuries that he actually has to think about that for a second before a grin spreads slowly across his tired face. He needed a minute to think about that there.

"Can I pick all of the above with an excessive interest in the second one?"

[conjuredskies]

“Anything to please you,” he murmurs, hiding his concern with the quirk of a grin. “Let’s see… I could say that I’m surely not the only person around here who’d want to get you to safety. Or point out that I have faith in your talent for survival.”

His touch returns to checking Jim’s injuries, sparing a moment’s healing here and there to take the edge off the worst. He’s been practicing (and yes, Stratos takes much of the credit for that) but it’s still an energy-intensive type of magic and he needs to be strategic.

“Or I could just admit I don’t want to know who you’d do without me.”