An open heart on a darkened stage [Jim/Bones]
Jim stared at the door for a long time after Blake and his... brother had left. His father. George Kirk… or Thor, as it appeared. A fucking god.
It wasn't possible. It shouldn't be possible. And yet...
He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and turning back to survey the room where they had just discussed all that had been happening on the ship over the past few weeks. And where they had touched on so much more. Jim walked back over to the table, clearing the glasses away, watching the ice glass Loki had created (right out of thin air, as if that had been the strangest thing to happen over the past hour) melt slowly, creating a puddle. He cleaned up the mess and just stood there, looking at the places where the two had sat.
Wondering if he’d gone crazy. Could the things he had seen, the things they had told him possibly be true? Jim leaned on the back of one of the chairs, lost in thought.
It wasn't possible. It shouldn't be possible. And yet...
He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and turning back to survey the room where they had just discussed all that had been happening on the ship over the past few weeks. And where they had touched on so much more. Jim walked back over to the table, clearing the glasses away, watching the ice glass Loki had created (right out of thin air, as if that had been the strangest thing to happen over the past hour) melt slowly, creating a puddle. He cleaned up the mess and just stood there, looking at the places where the two had sat.
Wondering if he’d gone crazy. Could the things he had seen, the things they had told him possibly be true? Jim leaned on the back of one of the chairs, lost in thought.