[ He'd been on Earth when the Enterprise went warping off to rescue her lost crew from a Gorn colony; somewhere in the middle of mind-numbing reiterations of temporal protocols (being from an entirely different timeline where he couldn't give advice about future or past events didn't spare him from the lectures) and discussion of just, what, they were going to do with him.
James still isn't sure if the fact that he was able to steal a ship and link back up with Enterprise as she made her journey back to starbase one for repairs helped or hindered his position; but it did endear him to one Captain Pike and prove his usefulness to the crew.
And it meant he could hold La'an when she needed it most. Could listen to Sam in a way his actual brother couldn't when he needed to talk. It laid the foundation for this. Now.
He meets her smile with his own, and his widens even as he manages to look slightly sheepish. This is--probably too much. But it's like the sweets and the stolen moments; he's still not used to having a lot to celebrate. When you live in war, you take the time you can. He plans to, and he plans not to waste it. ]
If I can read your ridiculous stardate calendars right [ he's kidding, but yeah, maybe they'd been confusing at first ] It's officially half a year since you decided to save my life instead of leaving me dead in twenty first century Toronto.
[ Honestly, La'an had been impressed when she'd heard about James's little stunt while she was in recovery. Sure, stealing a ship is a little like stealing an automobile, except for being quite a bit more difficult when under the type of scrutiny he'd endured since arriving in this timeline. And while she'd worried that it might negatively impact his opportunities for the future, she'd been so glad to see him that she'd never once managed anything even remotely close to the concerned scolding she'd have given him in normal circumstances.
Amusement colors her expression at his joke about their stardate system (she knows he'd struggled with it in those first months), and then fondness takes over. She loves him so much that it hurts at times. Just thinking about how close she'd come to losing him takes her breath away, and some days it's impossible to shake the fear that something will happen to take him away from her. It's not healthy, she knows that very well, but in the grand scope of things, it's the least of her mental health worries. ]
Why, James, I had no idea you were such a sentimentalist. [ Her teasing is gentle as she steps closer and reaches out to take his hand in hers. And then, seriously: ] Yes, it's worth celebrating.
i'm not going to make you wait, she said. and then what happened. sorry ;-;
Six months in and you haven't figured that out yet?
[ He teases, the genuine smile and mirth in his eyes taking any bite out of the words. Like she isn't slightly the same, even if she's trying to hide it. He's seen her desk - the little trinkets tucked under glass to remind her of the places she's been, the people she knows. He likes it; the tiny map of her that only she knows how to read.
It's why he figured this wasn't too much of a risk for all that he's worried she'll think it's over the top. At least the idea is there, right?
But she's giving him that look he likes to think is reserved purely for him (fond, so impossibly fond) and he can't help but return it, stepping forward to wrap a hand around her waist to tug her up close, against him, so he can dip his head down and press a kiss against her lips.
Chaste, sweet, with maybe the promise of a little something more if they get around to it (he hopes they do). When he pulls back he motions toward the table and the food he's covered to keep warm ]
Some day I'll figure out how to cook [ he likely won't ] but in the meantime, there's this Captain I can usually bribe.
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James still isn't sure if the fact that he was able to steal a ship and link back up with Enterprise as she made her journey back to starbase one for repairs helped or hindered his position; but it did endear him to one Captain Pike and prove his usefulness to the crew.
And it meant he could hold La'an when she needed it most. Could listen to Sam in a way his actual brother couldn't when he needed to talk. It laid the foundation for this. Now.
He meets her smile with his own, and his widens even as he manages to look slightly sheepish. This is--probably too much. But it's like the sweets and the stolen moments; he's still not used to having a lot to celebrate. When you live in war, you take the time you can. He plans to, and he plans not to waste it. ]
If I can read your ridiculous stardate calendars right [ he's kidding, but yeah, maybe they'd been confusing at first ] It's officially half a year since you decided to save my life instead of leaving me dead in twenty first century Toronto.
Figured that might be worth celebrating.
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Amusement colors her expression at his joke about their stardate system (she knows he'd struggled with it in those first months), and then fondness takes over. She loves him so much that it hurts at times. Just thinking about how close she'd come to losing him takes her breath away, and some days it's impossible to shake the fear that something will happen to take him away from her. It's not healthy, she knows that very well, but in the grand scope of things, it's the least of her mental health worries. ]
Why, James, I had no idea you were such a sentimentalist. [ Her teasing is gentle as she steps closer and reaches out to take his hand in hers. And then, seriously: ] Yes, it's worth celebrating.
i'm not going to make you wait, she said. and then what happened. sorry ;-;
[ He teases, the genuine smile and mirth in his eyes taking any bite out of the words. Like she isn't slightly the same, even if she's trying to hide it. He's seen her desk - the little trinkets tucked under glass to remind her of the places she's been, the people she knows. He likes it; the tiny map of her that only she knows how to read.
It's why he figured this wasn't too much of a risk for all that he's worried she'll think it's over the top. At least the idea is there, right?
But she's giving him that look he likes to think is reserved purely for him (fond, so impossibly fond) and he can't help but return it, stepping forward to wrap a hand around her waist to tug her up close, against him, so he can dip his head down and press a kiss against her lips.
Chaste, sweet, with maybe the promise of a little something more if they get around to it (he hopes they do). When he pulls back he motions toward the table and the food he's covered to keep warm ]
Some day I'll figure out how to cook [ he likely won't ] but in the meantime, there's this Captain I can usually bribe.
Have dinner with me?