Kirk walked silently from the party, his stomach churning violently. He didn't stop at anything, not even quiet comments in the hall directed towards him. He walked straight towards the bridge, needing it in a way he didn't even fully realize himself. It was his place to center himself ( Read more... )

(OOC: This actually occurs after his escape from sickbay but before the party. Yay timeline fuckery!)

Somehow, he had made it back to their rooms. What had happened in the hallway... Kirk shuddered, full body, and staggered towards the bathroom. It required sitting on the toilet and both hands to be able to get off his boots, whole body shaking ( Read more... )

Kirk had never been so grateful for knowing the layout of the ship like he did. He was able to slip out of sickbay unseen, but outside of it, he knew it would be tricky. At his slow pace, it was a long walk to his quarters. The clothing given to him by sickbay rubbed against the scabbed tattoos until he wanted to scream as he walked calmly, slowly ( Read more... )

There is a certain moment that people take, where they close their eyes and take a slow, deep breath inwards. For that moment, right at the very peak of the breath, the world around vanishes, thoughts disappear, and the body seems to almost float. Try it. Slow, deep breath with the eyes closed ( Read more... )

Kirk came back from the beach still damp but uncaring. He pulled up to the cabin, hesitating only long enough to make sure the leather seat of the cycle was dried before he went to find Bones. There was a lot they needed to talk about. More then he thought he wanted to, but knew he had to.

"Bones?"

After Kirk left the cabin and sped off, he knew how restless he was. Too many thoughts buzzed in his head. Thoughts of Pher, thoughts of the possibility of Pher's Spock returning to get him or vengeance. How could he possibly make a choice in all of that?

Then... that meld. Spock agreeing to basically what boiled down to a cuddle between the ( Read more... )

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Kirk couldn't even stand himself when he left the brig. He found himself walking, just walking in any direction, away from people, away from signs of any sort of life. He growled to himself and turned a corridor to make sure he kept away from anyone. The Captain had to be perfect. Couldn't show emotions like this.

Maybe a mother fucking Vulcan ( Read more... )