Log; Complete
When; Saturday night
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Rachel Grey
starchilde_lost and James T. Kirk
starfleet_pimp
Summary; Rachel has some issues, Kirk's about to find out how far they go. Sorry, Captain.
Log;
With Niko and so many of the others out she'd been glad to pick up the extra closing shift at the Lux even if it meant walking home in the raging blizzard. It meant less time to dwell on things, less time to worry about home, less time to face the nightmares when she slept. She knew Kitty was worried, she knew Logan was worried, hell, by now people she didn't even know were probably worried, but how could she explain it?
How could she explain that all the progress she'd made before leaving Earth was suddenly gone, suddenly swept away by finding herself back in a place where she couldn't fight back. Not against the people who murdered most of her family or the despot that wanted to murder the rest. That these days she felt as broken as she had the day it had happened, maybe even more so. How could she explain the horror of seeing her family killed over and over again every time she closed her eyes to sleep? That the only way around it was working until she couldn't think anymore and then praying, praying, she would be too tired to dream. After everything they'd done for her, how could she tell them she was falling apart?
And then there was her other problem, minor in comparison, but an added problem nonetheless, stacking chairs across the room while she was finishing behind the bar. James T. Kirk, Captain of the freaking Enterprise, and still looking too much like someone she lost a long time ago. Looking like, and these days acting like since he'd started hinting that she was working too hard, maybe she should take a break, not wear herself out... Worrying about her and looking out for her, just like Franklin always had.
Like she needed those wounds re-opened. At this rate she was going to bleed out.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Rachel Grey
starchilde_lost and James T. Kirk
starfleet_pimp
Summary; Rachel has some issues, Kirk's about to find out how far they go. Sorry, Captain.
Log;
With Niko and so many of the others out she'd been glad to pick up the extra closing shift at the Lux even if it meant walking home in the raging blizzard. It meant less time to dwell on things, less time to worry about home, less time to face the nightmares when she slept. She knew Kitty was worried, she knew Logan was worried, hell, by now people she didn't even know were probably worried, but how could she explain it?
How could she explain that all the progress she'd made before leaving Earth was suddenly gone, suddenly swept away by finding herself back in a place where she couldn't fight back. Not against the people who murdered most of her family or the despot that wanted to murder the rest. That these days she felt as broken as she had the day it had happened, maybe even more so. How could she explain the horror of seeing her family killed over and over again every time she closed her eyes to sleep? That the only way around it was working until she couldn't think anymore and then praying, praying, she would be too tired to dream. After everything they'd done for her, how could she tell them she was falling apart?
And then there was her other problem, minor in comparison, but an added problem nonetheless, stacking chairs across the room while she was finishing behind the bar. James T. Kirk, Captain of the freaking Enterprise, and still looking too much like someone she lost a long time ago. Looking like, and these days acting like since he'd started hinting that she was working too hard, maybe she should take a break, not wear herself out... Worrying about her and looking out for her, just like Franklin always had.
Like she needed those wounds re-opened. At this rate she was going to bleed out.