Nyota was giving him an honest smile, one that wasn't pandering to him, wasn't hiding biting sarcasm behind her beautiful features. This one was real, meant for him at least in part, and somehow... even more meaningful then the hand that was resting on his cheek.
Spock was in his very mind, a real weight against him still, fingers touching him. Spock had not only trusted him enough to not jerk away from his grip immediately, but had thanked him. Had... needed him. Still needed him? No. That wasn't how things worked. People didn't need him. People wanted him, people desired him, people wanted him to lead... but not need.
So he immediately, instinctually, hid the initial wave of panic that came without conscious thought. The problem was? He didn't know how to hide everything he was feeling from someone who could slide hot fingers under his skin and touch his emotions. panicPanic!worry they're together what am I doing shit not now not now!
A ressuring grin to Nyota, his eyes warmer then he felt, and he slipped out from under Spock's knowing fingers and nudged him to lean against Nyota. "Think you can take it from here, beautiful?" Out from under her hand, too. "Want to get the bridge ready for whatever's going to come."
He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he slipped away from their - a quick glance at Pher and his Spock - and walked out of sickbay entirely. He didn't know how to deal with this, yet, so he did what he normally did and backed away completely from it. Either he got right in someone's face or he gave the whole issue a huge distance. So, right now, he was chosing option B. He missed his father shifting, then moving out after him.
George had made sure to catch Bones' eye to let him know he would chase after Jim this time before following his son.
Kirk just stalked down the corridors of the Enterprise, heading in the general direction of the bridge. He almost missed the footsteps coming up behind him. Almost. He turned and nearly struck out at the person who was following him, but drew his instinct back when he saw who it was. George was just out of striking range, anyway. His father tilted his head at him, then asked, "Why'd you run?"
"George," Not Dad, not in this situation, "Heading up to the bridge." He turned, ready to keep going.
George rested a hand on Jim's shoulder. "I'm coming with you."
"You're needed m--" He stopped entirely in his tracks as he saw light gathering around his father's outstretched arm and felt the sickeningly familiar feeling of a transporter dissolving him away. "NO!"
His body went still as the world dissolved around him. There was only a single second of something, vague shapes drenched in shadows and light, before pain flared through his entire being. His body hit the floor a second later.
Kirk and George were gone. (http://mirror-brightly.livejournal.com/1680.html#cutid1)
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Date: 2009-09-15 12:29 am (UTC)Spock was in his very mind, a real weight against him still, fingers touching him. Spock had not only trusted him enough to not jerk away from his grip immediately, but had thanked him. Had... needed him. Still needed him? No. That wasn't how things worked. People didn't need him. People wanted him, people desired him, people wanted him to lead... but not need.
So he immediately, instinctually, hid the initial wave of panic that came without conscious thought. The problem was? He didn't know how to hide everything he was feeling from someone who could slide hot fingers under his skin and touch his emotions. panicPanic!worry they're together what am I doing shit not now not now!
A ressuring grin to Nyota, his eyes warmer then he felt, and he slipped out from under Spock's knowing fingers and nudged him to lean against Nyota. "Think you can take it from here, beautiful?" Out from under her hand, too. "Want to get the bridge ready for whatever's going to come."
He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he slipped away from their - a quick glance at Pher and his Spock - and walked out of sickbay entirely. He didn't know how to deal with this, yet, so he did what he normally did and backed away completely from it. Either he got right in someone's face or he gave the whole issue a huge distance. So, right now, he was chosing option B. He missed his father shifting, then moving out after him.
George had made sure to catch Bones' eye to let him know he would chase after Jim this time before following his son.
Kirk just stalked down the corridors of the Enterprise, heading in the general direction of the bridge. He almost missed the footsteps coming up behind him. Almost. He turned and nearly struck out at the person who was following him, but drew his instinct back when he saw who it was. George was just out of striking range, anyway. His father tilted his head at him, then asked, "Why'd you run?"
"George," Not Dad, not in this situation, "Heading up to the bridge." He turned, ready to keep going.
George rested a hand on Jim's shoulder. "I'm coming with you."
"You're needed m--" He stopped entirely in his tracks as he saw light gathering around his father's outstretched arm and felt the sickeningly familiar feeling of a transporter dissolving him away. "NO!"
His body went still as the world dissolved around him. There was only a single second of something, vague shapes drenched in shadows and light, before pain flared through his entire being. His body hit the floor a second later.
Kirk and George were gone. (http://mirror-brightly.livejournal.com/1680.html#cutid1)