[NVC Day 15] -- [And Then? Things Got Weird] -- [Kirk/Bones/Sam]

[kirktastic]

When they woke up in the morning, Jim was alone in bed. Jim only briefly thought of it, of the lovely lady that they had ravaged (and ravaged right back, wondered if he could convince Bones to do this again) and wondering where Bones was. Otherwise, he felt damn good. Hungry, thirsty, but good. He took a slow deep breath on the salty air that came

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[kirktastic]

As Bones walked off, Jim felt a numbness spreading. Slowly he walked towards their temporary quarters, feeling itchy from the inside out. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually yelled at Bones like that, and the guilt throbbed in the form of a headache in his mind.

He walked inside, not looking at the bed as he started to dig out clothes. His mind was racing back to far older days, wanting to get on his cycle and outride his own thoughts.

[dreadpiratekirk]

The sound of someone shuffling around in the room woke him. It was morning, probably late morning judging by the light coming into the room. Sam groaned into a pillow, his first waking thought being that he would have to walk through the heat to run his errands. He reached out to either side, and found that the bed was empty.

Sam sat up, groggy, and rubbed his eyes. "Good morning," he said to Jim, who had his back to him.

[kirktastic]

Jim froze at the sound of Sam's sleep-slurred voice. His hands tightened on his clothing, suddenly very very much aware of being naked. Carefully he pulled on his pants before he turned around, facing his still nude brother. He tried to get out something simple as a 'good morning' in return or a not so simple 'get the hell out', but neither managed to come out. Too many shocks, too much adrenaline too quickly.

[dreadpiratekirk]

"What time is it?" Sam asked as he squinted at the sun outside. He didn't want to get up and look for a clock. Jim looked too spooked for that, as if one sudden movement would send him running.

[kirktastic]

The question prodded him enough to find his voice. "...dunno." It was quiet, almost blank of emotion due to too many running through him. The material in his hands was straining under the force of his grip.

[dreadpiratekirk]

"Well, does anything in here tell time?"

Jim looked like he was going to rip the clothes in his hands apart instead of put them on. It made Sam feel uneasy, and he wondered where McCoy had gotten off to.

[kirktastic]

"..." Jim dragged his gaze away enough to reach over for a PADD nearby. He tapped it, glancing at the time. "...ten." It saved the shirt at least. The PADD was put back down, then Jim sat down hard in one of the chairs around the table before his knees gave out.

Note to self: strip the bed and replace everything.

[dreadpiratekirk]

"Shit," Sam mumbled and brushed a hand through his hair. He'd gotten it cut recently was was still getting used to the length again. Slowly, he rose and staggered around, collecting what was his off the floor.

[kirktastic]

Much the opposite of Jim, who was starting the spout the finest bit of curl to his hair that definitely needed a cut. He stared at Sam, unable to really look away as if Sam might just sneak up on him. There was an internal knowledge that they needed to talk, but every thing in him said no. He forced himself to look away, put his head in his arms. Perfect opportunity for Sam to slink away.

[dreadpiratekirk]

So Jim wouldn't even look at him, never a good sign. Getting punched again would interrupt his vacation plans, so Sam kept his distance.

"You okay?" Sam asked quietly as he pulled on his pants.

[kirktastic]

Jim gave his brother a look somewhere between confusion and shock. How could Sam ask that? After what happened... was he just perfect about it?! "No." Almost a pout before he turned away again.

[dreadpiratekirk]

"You're really unconvincing," Sam muttered as he searched for his socks. His memories of the night before were foggy, and that extended to just where his socks had gone. It didn't seem as if there was much of anywhere for them to hide. "If something's bothering you, it's better to come out with it than let it sit."

[kirktastic]

Jim let out a little sound, just a scoff. "Like you're stupid enough not to figure out what the fuck's bothering me." He didn't have to say anything else, didn't have to go into it. He'd already yelled at Bones like a damn ass... he didn't want to just end up in another fist fight with his brother.

[dreadpiratekirk]

Sam looked up at Jim from his place on the floor.

"I'm going to guess you're upset about us making out and jerking each other off." He smiled at his brother calmly, then resumed his search. "I can understand why you might be upset."

[kirktastic]

Jim made a choking sound and his eyes were piercing as he looked over. "Just a bit! Why aren't you?!" What the hell was wrong with Sam that he wasn't freaking out?!

[dreadpiratekirk]

"Shit happens in space. None of us lost a limb or got pregnant."