It had gone out as an announcement over a month ago, sent to every padd and station by one very excited Captain. A Halloween party! Must come in costume, must have fun
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Somewhere between her second and third trip to the bar, Nyota decided that she needed a break and moved through the crowds of people to an empty seat. Normally she would have been a little more enthusiastic, it was Halloween after all. But the exhaustion that had taken a toll on her for the past few days persisted, so she hoped everyone would excuse her for hiding in the corner.
The first thing she did was discard the mask, dropping it on the table with a small sigh of relief. Next year she would reconsider so much leather in her costume. She unpinned her hair, letting it fall down about her shoulders, and took a look around the room. Tina was busy in conversation with her Vulcan Cuddle Buddy and she didn't even want to think about who he would have brought with him. She glanced back down to the table, her fingers gripping her glass as she realized, with a deep pang of homesickness, that she didn't even know what her brother had dressed up as. Maybe he'd outgrown their stupid tradition, but she had no idea.
Somewhere between him kissing her, and her kissing him, Nyota's fingers had come up to grip the collar of his shirt. As he pulled back, so did she, letting go of him with a little reluctance. Should she feel guilty? She figured not, considering what Spock had done to him. But she was still so unsure, not even clear what she was supposed to do now.
"Maybe you should have just fucked him," she suggested, trying to find her steady voice again. "You clearly both want it."
Kirk actually choked, his eyes going wide for a moment before he shook it off. Was she pissed? ...Shit. She had to be pissed. His hand dropped away and so did his smile, "Look, it was stupid, okay? I said no, that's the end of that. We'll, I'll make sure of it."
Wait.
You clearly both want it?
Did she really say that?!
...Did that mean... she'd known Spock... oh... hell.
"I'm not stupid," Nyota commented, watching as he stepped back like she was about to hit him or do something equally dramatic. If she had wanted to do that, she would have led with her fist and not kissed him. "Immovable object. Unstoppable force."
She stepped back herself, looking away from him. "Do you want me to act like the betrayed girlfriend? Would that make it easier for you?" It was so difficult to act like she had all the answers when in this situation she didn't know a damn thing. All she knew was what she felt, what Spock felt, what Kirk evidently felt. "You and him, you're these two overwhelming forces. You were bound to be drawn together eventually, it's just... science."
Now she looked back to him, no anger in her eyes, no frustration, no nothing. Just resignation. "You test him in ways I can't. All I want is for him to happy Jim."
No. Ooooh no. This was exactly what he didn't want to have happen. This is the exact opposite. Kirk reached over and grasped her shoulders, turning her around, "No. No, no no. Uhura, you make him happy. I piss him off. You complete him, even if I challenge him and annoy him. I want him to be happy to, and you make him happy."
He stared into her eyes, trying to make her realize he meant every word.
"I understand." She wasn't sure if she meant she understood his words, this situation, or if that was simply her role. To understand, to listen. She spent so much of her time pulling pieces together and trying to make sense of the puzzle for everyone else, that Nyota wasn't sure how to do anything but that. She wasn't doubting that Spock cared for her, loved her even. But looking at Kirk, at his painfully bright eyes, she wasn't sure if that alone was enough for him.
Her hands came up to rest on either side of his neck, the pads of her thumbs skimming over his jaw, the red marks that had been left there. "But see, you make him happy too. I don't know how to solve this."
"I don't understand." Kirk whispered to her, not looking away from her eyes. "I don't even pretend to understand. I wanted to be friends with him, I didn't expect... this. I don't even know what this is. Just this... weird feeling that I want him to be happy and... not alone."
He touched the side of his head with a small, sheepish grin, "Maybe its the effect of having Spocks in my head. I dunno."
It hurt, just a little, that she had to stand aside and watch these threads building between the people she cared about. There was nothing inside her head except her own thoughts, so she couldn't understand that and it made her feel like a failure. But she would never admit that.
"Maybe they're supposed to be there," she offered, but it was followed with a shrug because she didn't know. "Maybe this reality isn't so different from the other, and we," I, "messed things up. This is just correcting it."
"No." Kirk refused to believe that, refused. "You two were right, long before I came along. Don't ever think that." He closed his eyes, touching her cheeks before stepping back. "I'm sorry. Fuck... I'm sorry."
He hadn't wanted this. He hadn't wanted this to happen. Fuck. He wanted them to be happy. He figured they were going to get married and have weird pointy eared babies someday. He wasn't 'that guy' who fucked things up between people.
"Go be with him."
He touched his thumb over her lips, giving a small, almost sad smile before he walked away entirely. He cared about her, wanted her to be happy. Wanted Spock to be happy.
He let out a breath as he went straight towards the bridge. He wanted to be somewhere he could be centered, and there was no place better to think. He'd kick everyone off if there was anyone there so he could have at least fifteen minutes alone.
Love to know when I became a fucking coward about this shit.
It hadn't been her intention to come out here and make him feel guilty, but she couldn't keep lying to herself, trying to push it aside and assume that it would work itself out when life didn't do that. And she was sick of people avoiding the issue because they thought it was uncomfortable. It made her feel even worse. Perhaps some of her anger had been misplaced, but she couldn't find the words to say that as he walked off and she let him
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He had listened. The reasons behind why he had were irrelevant now that he had, listening down the corridor to their hushed words and pauses. He listened to them run circles around themselves with relative logic and a lack of understanding. Spock wanted to interrupt them both--tell them it wasn't necessary to decide between them.
Footsteps, one set and then another, and then the hiss of the the turbolift doors.
After a moment of silence, just his own breathing and the hum of the ship, he took off after Nyota. He had a rather good idea of where she would go, if not back to the party.
The first thing she did was discard the mask, dropping it on the table with a small sigh of relief. Next year she would reconsider so much leather in her costume. She unpinned her hair, letting it fall down about her shoulders, and took a look around the room. Tina was busy in conversation with her Vulcan Cuddle Buddy and she didn't even want to think about who he would have brought with him. She glanced back down to the table, her fingers gripping her glass as she realized, with a deep pang of homesickness, that she didn't even know what her brother had dressed up as. Maybe he'd outgrown their stupid tradition, but she had no idea.
"Well I'm fun tonight ( ... )
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"Maybe you should have just fucked him," she suggested, trying to find her steady voice again. "You clearly both want it."
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Kirk actually choked, his eyes going wide for a moment before he shook it off. Was she pissed? ...Shit. She had to be pissed. His hand dropped away and so did his smile, "Look, it was stupid, okay? I said no, that's the end of that. We'll, I'll make sure of it."
Wait.
You clearly both want it?
Did she really say that?!
...Did that mean... she'd known Spock... oh... hell.
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She stepped back herself, looking away from him. "Do you want me to act like the betrayed girlfriend? Would that make it easier for you?" It was so difficult to act like she had all the answers when in this situation she didn't know a damn thing. All she knew was what she felt, what Spock felt, what Kirk evidently felt. "You and him, you're these two overwhelming forces. You were bound to be drawn together eventually, it's just... science."
Now she looked back to him, no anger in her eyes, no frustration, no nothing. Just resignation. "You test him in ways I can't. All I want is for him to happy Jim."
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He stared into her eyes, trying to make her realize he meant every word.
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Her hands came up to rest on either side of his neck, the pads of her thumbs skimming over his jaw, the red marks that had been left there. "But see, you make him happy too. I don't know how to solve this."
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He touched the side of his head with a small, sheepish grin, "Maybe its the effect of having Spocks in my head. I dunno."
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"Maybe they're supposed to be there," she offered, but it was followed with a shrug because she didn't know. "Maybe this reality isn't so different from the other, and we," I, "messed things up. This is just correcting it."
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He hadn't wanted this. He hadn't wanted this to happen. Fuck. He wanted them to be happy. He figured they were going to get married and have weird pointy eared babies someday. He wasn't 'that guy' who fucked things up between people.
"Go be with him."
He touched his thumb over her lips, giving a small, almost sad smile before he walked away entirely. He cared about her, wanted her to be happy. Wanted Spock to be happy.
He let out a breath as he went straight towards the bridge. He wanted to be somewhere he could be centered, and there was no place better to think. He'd kick everyone off if there was anyone there so he could have at least fifteen minutes alone.
Love to know when I became a fucking coward about this shit.
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Footsteps, one set and then another, and then the hiss of the the turbolift doors.
After a moment of silence, just his own breathing and the hum of the ship, he took off after Nyota. He had a rather good idea of where she would go, if not back to the party.
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