Trying to make sense of lost time wasn't something Wesley Crusher was completely unfamiliar with. The one thing he seemed to have going for him was that he hadn't lost as much as the others, and Dok from what he could tell was completely unaffected.
He'd hate to see his state of hind if he had been.
Hiking out to the park to check the ravine sensors for the second time that day, Wes heard something that was, quite honestly, the last think he ever expected.
Chi--rp
His com badge, pinned to a tan messenger bag full of--at that moment, tools--had reacted to something. Someone trying to get a signal.
'No. way.'Plunging a hand into his bag to retrieve his tricorder, a second thing happened that he couldn't have even dreamed of--there was another, faint, locator signal. And it was close
( ... )
"Uh, yeah, I think the question is, are you alright?"
He examined the strange man, huh, was that some sort of tricorder? It looked closer to the stuff he'd seen on old Spock's ship than anything he had. Hmm, nah, must be something else. He so badly wanted to see someone from Starfleet he was making shit up.
Wes took a several tentative steps forward, running three scans at once through his tricorder just to make absolutely, unmistakably sure what he was seeing.
"You're from Starfleet." He began lamely--the uniform as unmistakable but different at the same time. The tricorder and communicator checked out as early 23 century but there were other discrepancies present as well.
In his hand, Wesley's tricorder blipped to indicate it was finished it's scan and the result made his knees weak.
"You...you're...James T. Kirk."
But a young James T. Kirk most likely from an alternate timeline.
'What. are. the. chances? Here? better than you'd think, cadet.'
"I'm fine, just surprised...sir." Was sir even proper yet?
'To hell with it being proper, it's James T. freaking Kirk!'"I wasn't expecting to ever see someone from even near my era here, sir--that's all. How did you even get here
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Taken completely aback by what he saw in those eyes, whatever Wes was going to say stammered into nonsense. He was getting tired of being shamed into silence by this bitter, angry James T. Kirk, but a part of him couldn't help but know he deserved it.
But then, no, he didn't...not completely. This Kirk had gone through a lot of what Wes had, down to loosing his father, and from the sound of it he hadn't exactly done much with his life since. That thought, combined with a sudden flash of memory back to Wes' lowest moment, after that terrible accident at the Academy and what the Captain had said to him caused a surge of indignation to wash over Wes as Kirk faced him.
"And sometimes the people who care about us give us those chances for a reason. Like it or not, you have the potential to be something--whether you do anything with is up to you but I know your timeline will be missing something amazing if you don't."
Bristling, Wes pushed past Kirk and across the street, too frustrated to care if he followed or not.
Yeah, the kid was definitely Star Fleet. He still didn't know what it was about himself that made people believe in him so strongly, but he was starting to realize he had to live up to it. Or at least, he should start trying to.
Despite himself he found that the kid was earning a little bit of respect with that comment. If there was one thing Kirk hated it was people that fawned over him. Growing up, people had fawned over the 'Kelvin Baby' and because of that, they'd refused to really look at what was going on. His friends were people that kicked his ass. Right there, Wes had kicked his ass. Well, one point in the like category.
Ack, he'd gotten to far ahead. Kirk jogged to catch up with Wes. He ended up in front of him and stopped Wes in his tracks. "So, does this mean you still like me?"
Despite the hour there weren't that many people on the street and Wes could hear Kirk jogging to catch up. At a about a yard apart, Wes turned, biting his bottom lip. The truth was, that admonishment took more out of him than he had expected, and oddly enough, there was more where it came from...things Kirk needed to understand.
"I want to." He admitted, thankful his voice didn't crack right there. "Because I know what it's like...I lost my dad when I was five, and it wasn't in some noble fight for the glory of Starfleet it was just...it was a pretty typical death, all things considered." A stab went though Wesley, admitting that, but it was true-- Cochrane, he'd been on the ship to see any number of unremarkable line-of-duty deaths.
"But the thing is, Captain, the people in my time are going to need someone to look back on and admire because it only gets harder it gets..." Wes took a deep, steadying breath. If anything, he'd look like he needed a drink after this. "It gets bad...after a while, and I know that I wouldn't have been
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Oh great, now he really felt like he'd kicked the kids puppy.
Nice going Kirk.
"Well, if I get back, I'll do the best I can. Now, how about that drink? Except..." he padded the cargo pockets of his regulation pants, "Shit, I'm guessing they don't take credits." Kirk snorted, "Looks like I'll be camping out in the dumpster again tonight. Darn thought I was done with that part of my life." he chuckled a bit to himself.
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He'd hate to see his state of hind if he had been.
Hiking out to the park to check the ravine sensors for the second time that day, Wes heard something that was, quite honestly, the last think he ever expected.
Chi--rp
His com badge, pinned to a tan messenger bag full of--at that moment, tools--had reacted to something. Someone trying to get a signal.
'No. way.'Plunging a hand into his bag to retrieve his tricorder, a second thing happened that he couldn't have even dreamed of--there was another, faint, locator signal. And it was close ( ... )
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"Uh, yeah, I think the question is, are you alright?"
He examined the strange man, huh, was that some sort of tricorder? It looked closer to the stuff he'd seen on old Spock's ship than anything he had. Hmm, nah, must be something else. He so badly wanted to see someone from Starfleet he was making shit up.
Good going Kirk, calm down man.
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"You're from Starfleet." He began lamely--the uniform as unmistakable but different at the same time. The tricorder and communicator checked out as early 23 century but there were other discrepancies present as well.
In his hand, Wesley's tricorder blipped to indicate it was finished it's scan and the result made his knees weak.
"You...you're...James T. Kirk."
But a young James T. Kirk most likely from an alternate timeline.
'What. are. the. chances? Here? better than you'd think, cadet.'
"I'm fine, just surprised...sir." Was sir even proper yet?
'To hell with it being proper, it's James T. freaking Kirk!'"I wasn't expecting to ever see someone from even near my era here, sir--that's all. How did you even get here ( ... )
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Somehow his fame includes time travel.
Joy.
"Does everyone know who I am? I fall in a portal, land here on my ass and someone still knows my name. Unbelievable."
Kirk, groaned and ran his hand though his hair.
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But then, no, he didn't...not completely. This Kirk had gone through a lot of what Wes had, down to loosing his father, and from the sound of it he hadn't exactly done much with his life since. That thought, combined with a sudden flash of memory back to Wes' lowest moment, after that terrible accident at the Academy and what the Captain had said to him caused a surge of indignation to wash over Wes as Kirk faced him.
"And sometimes the people who care about us give us those chances for a reason. Like it or not, you have the potential to be something--whether you do anything with is up to you but I know your timeline will be missing something amazing if you don't."
Bristling, Wes pushed past Kirk and across the street, too frustrated to care if he followed or not.
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Yeah, the kid was definitely Star Fleet. He still didn't know what it was about himself that made people believe in him so strongly, but he was starting to realize he had to live up to it. Or at least, he should start trying to.
Despite himself he found that the kid was earning a little bit of respect with that comment. If there was one thing Kirk hated it was people that fawned over him. Growing up, people had fawned over the 'Kelvin Baby' and because of that, they'd refused to really look at what was going on. His friends were people that kicked his ass. Right there, Wes had kicked his ass. Well, one point in the like category.
Ack, he'd gotten to far ahead. Kirk jogged to catch up with Wes. He ended up in front of him and stopped Wes in his tracks. "So, does this mean you still like me?"
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"I want to." He admitted, thankful his voice didn't crack right there. "Because I know what it's like...I lost my dad when I was five, and it wasn't in some noble fight for the glory of Starfleet it was just...it was a pretty typical death, all things considered." A stab went though Wesley, admitting that, but it was true-- Cochrane, he'd been on the ship to see any number of unremarkable line-of-duty deaths.
"But the thing is, Captain, the people in my time are going to need someone to look back on and admire because it only gets harder it gets..." Wes took a deep, steadying breath. If anything, he'd look like he needed a drink after this. "It gets bad...after a while, and I know that I wouldn't have been ( ... )
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Nice going Kirk.
"Well, if I get back, I'll do the best I can. Now, how about that drink? Except..." he padded the cargo pockets of his regulation pants, "Shit, I'm guessing they don't take credits." Kirk snorted, "Looks like I'll be camping out in the dumpster again tonight. Darn thought I was done with that part of my life." he chuckled a bit to himself.
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