John opened his eyes slowly. It felt as though something had been stomping brutally against his skull. Even the dim light of the room felt too bright, and there was a shrill sound of medical equipment. He reached up and gingerly rubbed his forehead. If he didn’t know any better, he had a migraine.

He sat up quickly, then regretted the decision ( Read more... )

John yawned.

Four days, seventeen hours, twenty-eight minutes…he glanced up at the chrono, eight seconds, nine, ten…

It had been nearly five days since he had closed his eyes for more than five minutes.

He couldn’t.

He had to.

Taking stims would extend his ability to stay awake.

Staying awake any longer meant he would be of no use ( Read more... )

John woke up from his doze not long after he had gone into it. Jim too slept soundly against him; he couldn’t help but crack a slight smile at the sight. For better - or worse - the kid may just stick it out with him. While John had made it perfectly clear he had no want for casual relations; he couldn’t demand that Jim want to stay with him after ( Read more... )

Jim slept comfortably on the little bed pressed up against John’s back; his arm draped against the older man’s side. It was almost as though he was meant to be there the entire time.

Having another person in the bed was a something of a foreign experience; he had spent more years sleeping alone than not. It didn’t feel bad per se, more just ( Read more... )

The laughter that echoed through the room was such a bitter thing to hear.

It wasn’t totally unjustifiable, not really. Jim had been deserted by all of those people who were supposed to have been there for him. The women and boasting were just ways to skirt around Kirk’s abandonment issues. He kept nearly everyone away; and those he held close ( Read more... )

“Why do you always read that stuff?”

John didn’t spare a glance at Jim as the blonde sat down next to him in the busy lunch room.

“It’s not stuff, it’s research into blood disorders,” he tilted the PADD to give his companion a better view. Jim blanched and gave a can’t-you-tell-I’m-trying-to-eat look. John rolled his eyes. “Did you know that ( Read more... )

John would be lying if he said he didn’t know how much time had passed since he had last seen his sister. Eighteen years. It was necessary after her rehabilitation, or so he had said. UAC was still out there and eventually they would find the siblings. Sam may not have had intimate knowledge of the inner workings of Olduvai, but she was still a ( Read more... )

John sat at a booth far removed from the busier section of the bar he and Jim were found themselves this evening. The whiskey in his hands tasted good, and that was the only reason he sipped it slowly. This made his third of the evening, but the effects of the alcohol were no where to be seen. It would take probably the entire bar’s worth of liquor ( Read more... )