FIC - st/spn drabbles for jaxinthebox <3
jaxinthebox because I don't write her enough. I'm sorry they're so short- especially the ones near the end. Some of the songs were really quick, and even three minutes seems like a blink. *__*
Fandom: Star Trek/Supernatural
Character: Jim T. Kirk - from 'these are the hunted' verse
Rating: PG13, because I like to swear.
1. Nobody Wants to be Lonely - Christina Agulera/ Ricky Martin
There are choices that can be made, and there are choices that are made for you. Jim knows this better than most, accepts it, just as he has from the beginning. He's not getting any younger, doesn't feel yet like he's getting older, but he always has this ticking in the back of his head that sounds like hey, hey, you're running, running, out.
So when he sees the southern man for the first time in his crumpled black suit and narrow tie, Jim thinks oh, okay and eyes him up. He vaguely hopes to see him again and knows that when he gets a chance, he's going to crawl inside that perpetually irritated frown and figure that man out.
Since the man shoots him the next time they meet, Jim thinks I'd better figure him out faster.
2. Relax, Take it Easy - Mika
It's uncertainty that propels him to follow in the footsteps of the Winchesters. He's gone and left, and now there's only the road and his bike, and a skill set for thieves or unlikely heroes.
There's something in the water of San Francisco Bay, and Jim looks for it, finds clues and speaks to the people who knew the woman at the university she went to. Jim meets Hikaru and knows there's something wrong there too - another brand of fear, a hidden vein of sadness. Something lingers in him too, and when Jim asks, he realizes why, understands why he can identify it and feel it too.
It's loss and it's terror, and it's a helplessness that when first met, cannot be understood. So Jim tries to make Hikaru understand, this is what this is. Don't ignore me, I'm not crazy, I feel it too.
3. No One Mourns the Wicked - Wicked
Jim's not worth much more than a glance, or so he thinks. He spends his days in gritty, underlit bars and car backseats, driving from state to state, living a life less glamorous than the would have liked or thought he would have deserved. Jim sends postcards at the end of each week, hey sam, looking good? How it's going, see you soon. It's lies, all of it lies, and he can't sign his name on it, so he just sends them and hopes for the best.
Year three, and it's still just Jim, his bike and his baby blues. He's got no money, no goal, no real kind of life. Then Hikaru shows up and pushes in, and then they pick up Spock too. Somehow it happens that he's suddenly more than a seat at a bar, he's got more than a GED, and he's got someone wondering where he's at, what he's doing, where he's going.
You're fucking insane, Hikaru mutters. It’s the first time.
Yeah, Jim agrees, and takes it as good bye.
Then he's gone, walking down the side of a dusty road with a backpack and duffle of his guns. It surprises him when they pull up beside him four hours later, and give him shit for taking off. No one ever comes after Jim.
Or at least, no one ever did, until them.
4. Detonator - Shinichi Osawa
Early on, Jim's got this edge, a shiny ragged line invisible at first. They see it quickly and it's a danger zone; a sliver of anger that easily eats away at him. It takes three times before they call bullshit, cornering him in the car, doors locked (fuck your autolocks, sulu, cause seriously, this is becoming kidnapping you bitch) and music low (so? Like you're gonna report me, Kirk. Gonna report me, Spock?) With the sunroof open (this would be illogical).
Jim shows them illogical, shows them the sharp edges of the anger, and he shimmies up through the sunroof and almost manages to leap from the speeding car.
(Get the fuck back here!)
(Let the fuck go!)
A grand, collective, (No!)
5. Skip to the End -The Futureheads
His least favourite part of a hunt is sitting around in libraries and rooms, squinting at microfilm and testing his limited google-fu. But now there's people, and friends and companions and Jim is now self-appointed master of getting coffees and making plans, and news-surfing for details.
He's the charmer, the disarmer, and while they're sitting at a creaky table in a silent lab, he's out following up and gearing up, and getting worked up for the hunt.
Energy, energy, so much of it everywhere in him, and he hates sitting around letting it waste away.
6. Grace Kelly - Mika (instrumental)
He's actually genuine, this time. It's dark and it's quiet, and McCoy's got the bottle of whiskey tilted back against his mouth like a liquid prayer. So Jim figures, shit - why not and tells him something true. He tells the doctor something of his life, something soft and unsharpened, something untouched by anyone, including himself.
And then they walk, softly, quietly, back to the hushed glow of the motel room, and Jim feels at ease for once, calm for once, and maybe just a little, like walking home.
7. Bitter Pill - Annie Lennox
Oh, McCoy's so gorgeous and Jim's head is full of magic. He forgets everything for an hour, and McCoy's the one to deal with his wandering hands and his focused attention, the smell of spilled liquor and cigarettes.
Please let's dance, just dance with me once.
Fuck you're drunk on enchantment.
Yeah, maybe, okay?
So McCoy makes allowances and takes some away, and Jim can only watch and hate that he's not really there, not really careful, and completely ruining everything built up between them.
8. The Friendship Theme -Beaches
There's nothing like near-death to bring everything to sharp focus in the broken remains of a bathroom floor. McCoy's heart is in his eyes, his hands steady, face pale beneath his tan and dark brows.
Don't you goddamn die.
I'll…b-be fine. Yeah.
9. Push (50 second preview)- Marianas Trench
It feels reluctant, Jim thinks, mouth open against McCoy's. He's humouring me and fuck if I care. He doesn't ask and never knows otherwise.
10. London Bridge - MSI
There's a push and shove between Jim and Pavel, and it never really resolves. They stare at each other with similar eyes, and unconvinced gazes hidden beneath a secretive smile. There's energy, and it hums, erratic and uneven. They're loud, they're quiet, glaring at each other with respect, laughing and on guard. I am foreign to you, and you are unknown to me, but let's work this out together.
Fandom: Star Trek/Supernatural
Character: Jim T. Kirk - from 'these are the hunted' verse
Rating: PG13, because I like to swear.
1. Nobody Wants to be Lonely - Christina Agulera/ Ricky Martin
There are choices that can be made, and there are choices that are made for you. Jim knows this better than most, accepts it, just as he has from the beginning. He's not getting any younger, doesn't feel yet like he's getting older, but he always has this ticking in the back of his head that sounds like hey, hey, you're running, running, out.
So when he sees the southern man for the first time in his crumpled black suit and narrow tie, Jim thinks oh, okay and eyes him up. He vaguely hopes to see him again and knows that when he gets a chance, he's going to crawl inside that perpetually irritated frown and figure that man out.
Since the man shoots him the next time they meet, Jim thinks I'd better figure him out faster.
2. Relax, Take it Easy - Mika
It's uncertainty that propels him to follow in the footsteps of the Winchesters. He's gone and left, and now there's only the road and his bike, and a skill set for thieves or unlikely heroes.
There's something in the water of San Francisco Bay, and Jim looks for it, finds clues and speaks to the people who knew the woman at the university she went to. Jim meets Hikaru and knows there's something wrong there too - another brand of fear, a hidden vein of sadness. Something lingers in him too, and when Jim asks, he realizes why, understands why he can identify it and feel it too.
It's loss and it's terror, and it's a helplessness that when first met, cannot be understood. So Jim tries to make Hikaru understand, this is what this is. Don't ignore me, I'm not crazy, I feel it too.
3. No One Mourns the Wicked - Wicked
Jim's not worth much more than a glance, or so he thinks. He spends his days in gritty, underlit bars and car backseats, driving from state to state, living a life less glamorous than the would have liked or thought he would have deserved. Jim sends postcards at the end of each week, hey sam, looking good? How it's going, see you soon. It's lies, all of it lies, and he can't sign his name on it, so he just sends them and hopes for the best.
Year three, and it's still just Jim, his bike and his baby blues. He's got no money, no goal, no real kind of life. Then Hikaru shows up and pushes in, and then they pick up Spock too. Somehow it happens that he's suddenly more than a seat at a bar, he's got more than a GED, and he's got someone wondering where he's at, what he's doing, where he's going.
You're fucking insane, Hikaru mutters. It’s the first time.
Yeah, Jim agrees, and takes it as good bye.
Then he's gone, walking down the side of a dusty road with a backpack and duffle of his guns. It surprises him when they pull up beside him four hours later, and give him shit for taking off. No one ever comes after Jim.
Or at least, no one ever did, until them.
4. Detonator - Shinichi Osawa
Early on, Jim's got this edge, a shiny ragged line invisible at first. They see it quickly and it's a danger zone; a sliver of anger that easily eats away at him. It takes three times before they call bullshit, cornering him in the car, doors locked (fuck your autolocks, sulu, cause seriously, this is becoming kidnapping you bitch) and music low (so? Like you're gonna report me, Kirk. Gonna report me, Spock?) With the sunroof open (this would be illogical).
Jim shows them illogical, shows them the sharp edges of the anger, and he shimmies up through the sunroof and almost manages to leap from the speeding car.
(Get the fuck back here!)
(Let the fuck go!)
A grand, collective, (No!)
5. Skip to the End -The Futureheads
His least favourite part of a hunt is sitting around in libraries and rooms, squinting at microfilm and testing his limited google-fu. But now there's people, and friends and companions and Jim is now self-appointed master of getting coffees and making plans, and news-surfing for details.
He's the charmer, the disarmer, and while they're sitting at a creaky table in a silent lab, he's out following up and gearing up, and getting worked up for the hunt.
Energy, energy, so much of it everywhere in him, and he hates sitting around letting it waste away.
6. Grace Kelly - Mika (instrumental)
He's actually genuine, this time. It's dark and it's quiet, and McCoy's got the bottle of whiskey tilted back against his mouth like a liquid prayer. So Jim figures, shit - why not and tells him something true. He tells the doctor something of his life, something soft and unsharpened, something untouched by anyone, including himself.
And then they walk, softly, quietly, back to the hushed glow of the motel room, and Jim feels at ease for once, calm for once, and maybe just a little, like walking home.
7. Bitter Pill - Annie Lennox
Oh, McCoy's so gorgeous and Jim's head is full of magic. He forgets everything for an hour, and McCoy's the one to deal with his wandering hands and his focused attention, the smell of spilled liquor and cigarettes.
Please let's dance, just dance with me once.
Fuck you're drunk on enchantment.
Yeah, maybe, okay?
So McCoy makes allowances and takes some away, and Jim can only watch and hate that he's not really there, not really careful, and completely ruining everything built up between them.
8. The Friendship Theme -Beaches
There's nothing like near-death to bring everything to sharp focus in the broken remains of a bathroom floor. McCoy's heart is in his eyes, his hands steady, face pale beneath his tan and dark brows.
Don't you goddamn die.
I'll…b-be fine. Yeah.
9. Push (50 second preview)- Marianas Trench
It feels reluctant, Jim thinks, mouth open against McCoy's. He's humouring me and fuck if I care. He doesn't ask and never knows otherwise.
10. London Bridge - MSI
There's a push and shove between Jim and Pavel, and it never really resolves. They stare at each other with similar eyes, and unconvinced gazes hidden beneath a secretive smile. There's energy, and it hums, erratic and uneven. They're loud, they're quiet, glaring at each other with respect, laughing and on guard. I am foreign to you, and you are unknown to me, but let's work this out together.