[Meeting with Starfleet]

Aug 10, 2009 22:04

    This was everything Kirk didn't want to do, but knew he had to. He waited until nearly everyone was off the ship, save some leftovers like the security in the brig, some of medical... and himself. He went into his office and sat down, trying to settle himself enough to do this. What the hell am I even going to say about all of this? He picked ( Read more... )

briefings are never brief, a stallion needs first to be broken, fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck

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kirktastic August 11 2009, 02:38:19 UTC
Kirk sat in his office for an unknown amount of time, then got up feeling completely numb. He silently walked out of his office and through the empty corridors of the ship. Into his bedroom, looking around. He just had to keep himself together. He was fine. It was over, and he was going to go enjoy a week in buttery sunshine and Bones' arms.

Somehow... it wasn't as comforting as it had been.

"You have my report on what happened during the attack on the Farragut."

"Go over it again, Captain Kirk."

He had made it through. They had tested him, and he had held together. He stared down at his bloody hands, then frowned. He stripped down and slid into the shower, letting it carry away the blood, felt the stinging pain in his hands.

I am going to get smashed.When he got out, got dried, he dressed in simple, easy clothes. Jeans, a white button up shirt, sneakers. And he packed much the same, toiletries, bathing suit ( ... )

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