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mirror_brightly

Hello James, It's been far too long.

Sep 11, 2009 19:17

( The lights surged and, as they came back on, the air smelled like burnt iron flesh and victory. )

hello christopher, torture in a box, i'm on a ship

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kirk_george September 20 2009, 02:36:46 UTC

George twitched in his bonds, staring over at Jim. "Captain...are you with me?"

kirktastic September 20 2009, 02:56:18 UTC

Very slowly Kirk's head lifted up. There was a voice cutting through the silence. His whole body was throbbing and his hand was even worse. He looked at the bleary figure on the table, but didn't, couldn't, focus on it properly. Just stared in silence, unable to find words to reply.

kirk_george September 20 2009, 02:57:23 UTC

"Captain Kirk," George said sharply. "Focus."

kirktastic September 20 2009, 02:58:14 UTC

...Captain... Kirk.

....

Him?

"...nnn..."

kirk_george September 20 2009, 03:05:48 UTC

"Jim," George modulated his tone slightly, trying to convey his caring without doing it too blatantly, 'cause he didn't want to give Ayel and Nero any more weapons than they already had. "Jimmy."

kirktastic September 20 2009, 03:20:22 UTC

Jimmy. Only one person ever called him Jimmy.

"..d...dad...?" The thought was so hard to focus on. So much harder then it should have ever been.

kirk_george September 20 2009, 04:57:42 UTC

"You with me? C'mon...fight it," George was resolutely not paying attention to his body 'cause fuck it hurt.

kirktastic September 20 2009, 04:59:38 UTC

"...can't... I..." His mouth felt thick and fake on his face. "Help.. focus." He finally got out. He needed help focusing and this was doing it.

kirk_george September 20 2009, 05:01:12 UTC

"You can, Jimbo," George said fiercely. "This isn't over, and you need to think tactically if we're gonna get outta this."

kirktastic September 20 2009, 17:24:32 UTC

He swallowed sour spit and choked out, "Hypo." They had given him something, something his body wasn't reacting to well, not knowing that Nero had pumped with him close-to-lethal doses of sedative. His heart was pounding slowly, so slowly, in his ears, "Se...seda..." What was the rest of the word? Oh.. "Sedative."

Truly George Kirk's son.

kirk_george September 20 2009, 17:30:27 UTC

George nodded. Fucking sedatives. It'd left him feeling like a hive of bees just under the skin. He needed to get Jim to focus...fuck his throat hurt. Oh well. "What's your brother's ship's name?"

kirktastic September 20 2009, 17:32:51 UTC

Brother. A flicker of an image from childhood, Sam's bright handsome face. A second image, debonair and suave and adult. ...Ship? Ship... sleep... His head started to drop, a little. He could sleep, just for a short time. When he woke up, maybe they could go get a drink at the bar near the park...

kirk_george September 20 2009, 17:36:53 UTC

"James..." George snapped, well as he could, trying to ape his own Dad's command voice, well as he could.. "Eyes on me."

kirktastic September 20 2009, 18:08:32 UTC

It cut through some of the layers of the sedative, enough to make Kirk's eyes open again and focus blearily on the figure strapped down nearby. pa-thump. pa-thump. pa-thump.

"...'essir."

kirk_george September 20 2009, 18:09:41 UTC

"What's your first officer called?" George questioned. Maybe his brother's ship required too much thinking yet.

kirktastic September 20 2009, 18:27:14 UTC

...First officer. That came more easily. An image of a dark-eyed, pointed ear Vulcan in a beautiful place filled with stars and marble. "...Spock." Came the word finally. The memory cut through more layers.

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