[040] - action/voice
[It was a pretty average day. Still not strong--but feeling better--Buffy bustles around the house. In fact, she's made some soup for Kirk. After all, it was the tried and tested remedy for all ailments. And...after the state he was returned in. Well?
Buffy nudges the bedroom door open and begins to prattle cheerily to the Captain. Something about how Valentine's day was coming up and how she likes chocolates but please no roses and then...thud.
The bowl of soup toppled to the floor, spilling out of her hand. All of Kirk's stuff, gone. His shirts, his things. She ran out to the porch to check for the parka. All of it, gone. Tears were threatening to obscure all of her vision and Buffy could only think to do one thing.
Grabbing hold of her journal, she flips it open and in poignant parallel to an announcement she had to make only a few months ago, the Slayer begins to speak.]
Any of you that knows Jim--Captain James Kirk? He's gone home. His stuff's gone. Disappeared. Poof. That's what that means, right? It means they've gone home. Home's where he wanted to go, anyway.
[It was a pitiful effort, trying to keep her selfish grief from bubbling up. Sure, going home was great. But his home wasn't her home and now she might never even see him again. The thought brought on a whole new sob that Buffy has to stifle with her palm.]
Buffy nudges the bedroom door open and begins to prattle cheerily to the Captain. Something about how Valentine's day was coming up and how she likes chocolates but please no roses and then...thud.
The bowl of soup toppled to the floor, spilling out of her hand. All of Kirk's stuff, gone. His shirts, his things. She ran out to the porch to check for the parka. All of it, gone. Tears were threatening to obscure all of her vision and Buffy could only think to do one thing.
Grabbing hold of her journal, she flips it open and in poignant parallel to an announcement she had to make only a few months ago, the Slayer begins to speak.]
Any of you that knows Jim--Captain James Kirk? He's gone home. His stuff's gone. Disappeared. Poof. That's what that means, right? It means they've gone home. Home's where he wanted to go, anyway.
[It was a pitiful effort, trying to keep her selfish grief from bubbling up. Sure, going home was great. But his home wasn't her home and now she might never even see him again. The thought brought on a whole new sob that Buffy has to stifle with her palm.]