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smartass_captainFor one horrible moment, leaving the Nexus, there's just nothing. Jim steps through the doorway into what should have been his warp core's radiation safety door and everything falls away. It wasn't like going to Clint's home had been. A well used route that many minds knew how and where and why it should be. Or at least a few minds enough times.
Jim half expects to see himself lying dead on the other side of the door. Half expects the same inside-out burning he'd felt when the radiation poisoning had started to claim him. The panic knob inside his head is jammed firmly on low, however. So while he has these thoughts--these expectations-- Jim is strangely calm about it. Detached, almost.
It's a great relief to feel the metal floors beneath his feet once more. To feel the residual hum of the engines, purring along at peak efficiency like Scotty was always wont to do. But of course everything would be fine. If Jim wasn't here, that left Commander Spock in charge. No finer man to keep his ship and his crew safe. Jim isn't afraid, but the crushing sadness the thought brings him is almost staggering. Without him, everything was fine.
"...Right, well. Ship seems to be in order." Jim gets them out of the warp core area quickly. Despite not feeling afraid at the moment, he still isn't eager to linger. He heads for the nearest comm and punches in his code.
"This is Captain Kirk to the Bridge. Mister Spock, do you copy?"
They are walking in a marvel of future technology and dreams realized. Jim turns back to his guest, his face quirking up just slightly at one side. "You can make sure it will take me back, right? Before the rabble shows up?"
It won't be long.
Jim half expects to see himself lying dead on the other side of the door. Half expects the same inside-out burning he'd felt when the radiation poisoning had started to claim him. The panic knob inside his head is jammed firmly on low, however. So while he has these thoughts--these expectations-- Jim is strangely calm about it. Detached, almost.
It's a great relief to feel the metal floors beneath his feet once more. To feel the residual hum of the engines, purring along at peak efficiency like Scotty was always wont to do. But of course everything would be fine. If Jim wasn't here, that left Commander Spock in charge. No finer man to keep his ship and his crew safe. Jim isn't afraid, but the crushing sadness the thought brings him is almost staggering. Without him, everything was fine.
"...Right, well. Ship seems to be in order." Jim gets them out of the warp core area quickly. Despite not feeling afraid at the moment, he still isn't eager to linger. He heads for the nearest comm and punches in his code.
"This is Captain Kirk to the Bridge. Mister Spock, do you copy?"
They are walking in a marvel of future technology and dreams realized. Jim turns back to his guest, his face quirking up just slightly at one side. "You can make sure it will take me back, right? Before the rabble shows up?"
It won't be long.
