I'm overwhelmed, I'm on repeat [San Francisco]

[genius_level]

The lingering sickness from the radiation had finally passed, and after a few days of observation Jim was ready to go home, even if he didn’t say so. He’d taken walks, the first one just from the bed to the bathroom to take a shower, which had been surprisingly exhausting. Longer ones after that, up and down the hall, Bones close enough to catch

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[cso_spock]

Spock told Leonard that he would transport Jim to his apartment when Leonard approved it. He didn't, however, invite Leonard explicitly, but figured that the man would interject whenever and wherever he pleased in the process.

He buzzed once outside the room before the door swung open, and he stepped inside. "Jim," he said with a little greeting nod, taking the first few moments to glance over Jim's frame. The fact he was alive, and relatively well, still brought a strange comfort to Spock, putting the trauma of that day farther and farther behind him.

Not that he still didn't have dreams about his hand pressed up against transparent aluminum, unable to push through.

His hands folded behind his back, the keycard to the car flat and cool against his palm. "Are you ready?"

[genius_level]

"Spock." Jim returned that nod with a faint grin, reaching for the jacket resting on the bed next to him. There wasn't much else of his here. He slipped a pair of sunglasses into the collar of his shirt and stood up, then reached for the datapadd on the bedside table.

"More than ready," he admitted. He was looking forward to some fresh air on the way to his place, then a relaxing afternoon doing... he wasn't sure what, yet, aside from resting. "Thanks for picking me up," he added.

[cso_spock]

"It is the least I can do for your recovery." He looked over the room once more as well, visually checking for items that were not standard issue, and then led Jim out to the lot. Spock's car, parked near the door, blinked awake and purred with the low, deep rumble of a Vulcan engine when they got close.

Despite Jim's protests (the walk from the room was longer than Jim probably anticipated), Spock helped him into the passenger seat, one hand on his arm to keep him from falling too unceremoniously into the leather seat. The car took care of the rest, unfolding a seatbelt across his chest and lap and sliding the door shut while Spock got into the driver's seat.

"I am taking the express lanes across the city," he said to Jim, only one phrase of warning before he pulled out of the hospital turnabout and straight into the sky - as comfortably as he could, of course, while still using the capabilities of his vehicle.

[genius_level]

He settled back in the seat, saying nothing at first. The walk had been longer than he'd thought, and Jim almost wished he hadn't been so quick to wave away the medic who'd suggested he be wheeled out. They were in the car now, though, and Jim nodded when Spock told him the intended route.

"Good. I'd like to see how the recovery efforts are going." Jim leaned against the window, peering out as they climbed into the sky. From up here the devestation was clear, and he could pick out pieces of the wreckage of the Vengeance scattered in a large swath through the business district and toward Headquarters.