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James Tiberius Kirk ([personal profile] universal_charm) wrote2020-12-14 11:29 pm

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Just leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-15 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
There are details he doesn't really wanna get into if he doesn't have to. Things he'd rather not say. Places he'd rather not go. Things he had to live through that he'd rather leave buried back out with the last of the crew that died. He got their dog tags and their names and that's all he could manage. No ports. No bodies. The few that lived long enough to be infected didn't need their families knowing about it.

No, just him. Just him. Golf hadn't even known. Better that he didn't- not that he'd remember now. Better to carry that and many little nuggets quietly.

Talking about it again- it's. Difficult. He's always kept it vague because that hell? That'd been a highly personal hell. Something that he'd never thought could be any worse until he arrived home.

Home.

Where he thought he'd be safe. Where he thought he could get a good meal and tea and see hsi baby girl, his wife again. To walk in his home and sleep in his bed and breathe the recycled air and simply be Leonard McCoy again. Instead of the home he'd ached for, the wife he missed and prayed to see, the little girl he'd wanted to raise more than anything- there was ash.

Ash. Pity. And the bottle.

News from kind lips cutting unkind things into his heart, bleeding him out all over the street in front of the blackened shell of his home. No survivors. All's lost. Legally deceased. Climbing out of that hole- he was still working on it. He still has his darker days even now with jojo home and by his side. THey both did. Days where they curled up under a quilt from the farmhouse and held holos of Joyce and tried not to cry. Told stories.

"...The house was gone." A beat, he crumples the paper from his sandwich slowly, voice low and ragged. "Joyce was gone. Jojo was gone. Lost. Hid in the Immune housing, my smart girl. Knew not to trust anyone."
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-15 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
For a long moment he's quiet. Still and squeezing Jim's hand to remind himself it's not that- it is and it isn't that awful. That he's gotten through it. That he's endured.

"And I...had some rough times for awhile. Lived outta hotels till I got a flat. Fought with lawyers till I could prove I was me and got my shit back, but not much of it. Just what was left after it got put into the public archives or data logs back up at Bifrons." He pushes through. Skips to the part where shit ain't so awful- but it's always awful. That's just life here.

"Kieth died, I got the house- moved in. Moved Delta and Foxtrot and Golf it. Delta retired, got sent back with his family. Golf retired, headed back to work in the private sector in D3."
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-15 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"...More or less." THe rest this guy was here for. Anything more feels like digging up old hurts just to show them off and while he's plenty scarred in many places and didn't do much to patch 'em over after the fact, he doesn't stand with his shirt open for everyone to enjoy his wounds. They're healed, or as healed as they're gonna get without him cutting on them just to share.

Jim's heard enough. He's said plenty. All he wants right now is to just. Sit and listen to the flow of water, breathe in the scent of something green and remember what the stars looked like.

"Jim." A beat. "What's it like, sailing between them? The stars. What's it like in space?"
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-16 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"From what i heard there wasn't anything to see when ships went through the warp gates. NOt a lotta windows on the craft used to colonize this planet. Just solid bulkhead." Which was a comfort to him in more ways than one. "...I think Jojo would love to see 'em."

No matter how Ringer, how Jim, or how anyone else is so goddamn sure he'll live to see this shit fixed he knows he's gonna die trying. He's too banged up to make it and too used to this rock to matter if everything changes again. Better to hold out hope for his baby girl- for his friends and family.
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-21 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"SHe'd get a kick outta that." There are so, so few people he'd trust to keep an eye on Jojo after he inevitably kicks it. Jim's on that list. Frank, Jack, Christine. It's a precious short list. Mostly Immune. It's not enough to keep her safe- they have to get her out of here. One way or another- all the elder McCoys were of the same mind. If there's a way to get Jojo the hell off Zeus and somewhere safe? Taht is what they work for. Their own lives are lived through. It'll break his heart if it happens and he can't go and ain't dead yet but-

She needs to live. Not just survive, and that's all any of them are do'n under this fuck'n fishbowl, surviving. She needs to see the stars, to wonder and dream and not worry about the sky falling down or the air she breaths shredding her lungs.

Jim could give her that. And he'd love her just because she was Whiskey's. That's more than enough for him.
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-22 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not your fault, Jim." He knows that tone. He saw guilt and regret less and less in his own as they got older- that this man still feels it is a point in his favor. Even if it's over shit he couldn't help. He reaches over, curling his arm around Jim's shoulders for a moment, a soft squeeze before he lets his arm drop.

He knows the feeling.

They're sitting in the middle of a wall marked with his regrets. Sure he was only 12 at the time but he comes here to remember that he could always do more. Be more.
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-22 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can't blame one man for the loss of a planet." AT least, you can't blame a man for it and expect him to keep living. "It's not on you. It's on the sonovabitch that decided torch'n Vulcan was a good idea."
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-22 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Kid the first thing any doctor learns is that you can't save everyone. It's impossible. Maybe they need t'find a way to teach Captains that much too." Maybe there was some kind of test they could take, some sort of lesson in futility- because sometimes fights are just that. Futile. you hold the line. You hold it till you die and it won't save you or the guy next to you, but it might save the guy behind you. It might give the people back home another few minutes, few hours before everything roils over.
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-23 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"...kid, that's not how you do those things. You can't hack reality to change it." For all that Bifrons tries to do the same to their heads, every day they can. "It is how it is. You gotta deal with the reality in front of you, not run from it by trying to change things that can't be changed."
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-23 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not the point, and if that's what Spock said the point was he's as much a dumbshit as the rest of your Fleet Brass." Exploration and discovery, sure, but everyone needs to know when to hold the line. "It's not to know how to die with dignity. It's not to know ow to work through fear and be'n hopeless. It's about holding the line till the job is done or until you've put more of them in the ground than there are of you."

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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-23 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Can you?" This isn't about his Jim anymore. It's about what this kid has weathered, what he's done, what he's died for- its' about how he looks this Jim in the eye and doesn't see a soldier. And that? That's a benefit. "Can you hold position and kill whoever comes at you to protect who's at you back? Can you put a bullet in someone without blinking? Cuz that's what it'll take. And that's what I never want to see you have to do, kid."
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-23 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"..." This. This is his sympathetic face. Hell if anything he reaches up to cuff the back of Kirk's head, trying to knock some of that ill gotten sense of self pity out. Guilt, remorse? Sure. Self pity due to some kind of assumption that he's lost all his innocnece?

That's bullshit.

"Kid if it was 'too late' you'd be Hob motherfucking Ravani. Or me. Or my Jim. You ai'nt any of us, you're you. You still feel bad about what you had to do. The day that shit stops bother'n you? That's when it's too late."
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[personal profile] oldfashionedfutureboy 2015-02-23 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"The message is so you know it. The smack is so you'll remember it." He mutters, nudging Jim to help him settle. "It is what it is. You did what you did. Now you move forward."

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